1 comments/ 7814 views/ 2 favorites Long Road to Ruin Ch. 01 By: miss_js I shivered as his hand caressed my back. "I'm mad at you. Go away." I pouted at him. "I know you are." He responded, leaning in and kissing the back of my neck just below the hair line. "But that doesn't mean you want me to stop." "I want you to stop." I told him looking him in the eye, and meaning it. "No you don't." He said and kissed me. His kiss melted my resolve. I didn't want him to stop. I turned around and he pinned my shoulders to the wall. "Tell me you love me." He demanded. "NO." I asserted. "The last time I told you I loved you, you left me." I opened my eyes with a start, slightly nauseous, and hit the alarm. "God damn it." I swore to myself. "Stay fucking out of my dreams. I'm Ok, but it isn't fair when you visit my dreams." I announced to the empty room, throwing my quilt off, and sliding out of bed, refusing to finish what my dream had begun. I knew I would regret it later, but right now I didn't want to think of him, and thinking of him would be the only way to find relief. I stumbled into the kitchen and started my first cup of coffee, the one that sustained me through the morning of mediocre office brew. I turned on the radio: morning chatter. "Shut up and play some music," I demanded of the DJ crossly. I stepped into the shower, welcoming the hot waters caress like a gentle lover. It eased the dream from my eyes, but like other lovers I had sought, it did not erase the memory of him from my mind. From our first kiss, he held me in thrall. I could say "no," but I could never mean it. The DJ finished chattering, and I recognized the beginning notes of The Foo Fighters' LONG ROAD TO RUIN. I smiled to myself. I loved when the universe mocked me. It had been a long road to ruin as I looked into his eyes that first night under the street lights. "Take me home with you." He said. "No." I said slightly breathless from our first kiss. He leaned in and kissed me again. "Take me home with you." "My apartment is trashed. Take me to your place." I countered. I hadn't expected drinks to turn into dinner, and dinner to turn into more drinks. It was as much the conversation about time and space, intertwined with the discussion about the illusion of reality, and my suspicion that there was hidden depth beneath his quiet exterior, as it was the strong deliberate kiss that was swaying me to relent. "Mine is worse than yours." He replied, after turning up the heat on his kiss. "No one has been in my apartment since I moved in." "Then I guess we are each going home alone." I shrugged in response to end the discussion. He leaned in one last time, held me by my shoulders, and gave me a long passionate kiss. It started out slowly, sensuous, gained heat and need, and then ended abruptly, almost violently, leaving me breathing as if I'd run a marathon. "Get in your car and follow me." He said. He lived downtown in a large Victorian house that had been pieced into apartments. We kissed as he unlocked the door. On our way to his bedroom, I noticed that his place was worse than mine,scattered with open boxes half filled with books the other half spilling onto the floor, orphaned take out cartons and beer bottles littered the living room, but he had sheets on the bed, and that was all that mattered at that moment. I stood at the foot of his bed, and let him remove my shirt, and unbutton my jeans. As they fell to the floor, a flash of lightening illuminated my red lace bra and thong. "Lay down on the bed." He ordered. A rumble of thunder punctuated him. He undressed quickly, his eyes never leaving me, and joined me on the bed. He kissed me with the same intense hunger he had shown earlier outside the bar, and pulled me on top of him. I was hungry myself and ground my pussy onto his cock. I hadn't gotten a good look at him in the strobe light flash of lightening, but I knew by the feel of him that he was big. He pushed the narrow fabric barrier of my panties out of his way, and thrust his cock inside me. I cried out in surprise at the size of him. He had the largest cock that I had ever felt. I sat up and began riding him slowly, acclimating myself to him. I reached behind me and loosened my bra. He reached up, and began working a nipple, slowly and gently at first, but intensifying like his kiss had. Under his skillful manipulations I could feel myself working to orgasm. I steadied myself by placing my hand on his stomach, and tightening my grip on him with my legs. I came hard. He slowed slightly, but he did not stop his attention to my nipple. As I rode my passion he began working my other nipple too, peaking me to another orgasm that crested just as the first subsided. At the end of it, I collapsed on him, but he did not let me rest. He slid out from underneath me, and pulled my panties off. Raising my hips off the bed, he entered me from behind, and began fucking me hard and fast. I was still sensitive from my first two orgasms, and his size was intense, with each thrust he hit my sweet spot. I buried my head in the pillow, and screamed "Oh GOD!" into it as my third orgasm broke. I felt him cum a second later. A roll of thunder shook the apartment, a second before he collapsed exhausted on top of me. We laid there suspended in time for a moment until the rain began. He rolled off of me, and ferreted a bottled water from beside the bed. He offered it to me, and we drank in silence listening to the storm, before he gathered me close to him, and we drifted into sleep. Throughout the night distant thunder would wake us and we would make love again, but it never reached the fever pitch of the first encounter. I slipped out early the next morning to get ready for work. Not sure what I felt after such an intense encounter. I left a note on the bathroom mirror with my number, "Thanks for the sex." I walked dazed through my day, distracted by my reflections on the night before. My phone died in the night, so I had no contact with the outside world. When I got home and charged my phone, I saw he had sent a text "Let's have sex again sometime." Long Road to Ruin Ch. 02 I stepped out of the shower. The face that stared back at me was pale, with dark circles under its eyes, haunted. I smiled an ironic grin, and decided I didn't feel like putting on a face to greet the faces that I met. I felt haunted, so I was going with it. I pulled my hair into a French twist, and went to retrieve my coffee. I pulled on a black turtle neck sweater, and a black pencil skirt, finishing the look with a pair of black stilettos. Grabbing THE 48 LAWS OF POWER from beside my bed, I stuffed it in my mailbag, and marched off to meet the bus. The ride to work was relatively short, but I could usually get a chapter in on the way. Today I stared at the printed words, and thought of him. Odd, random moments we had shared...laughing while making dinner with him, walking along the river discussing philosophy, arguing about the nature of time, watching him tuck his insulin syringe behind his ear and walk into a busy restaurant...I would concentrate on a paragraph, and find myself smiling, at an utter loss to reiterate a word of what I had read. I was the first one in the office, and made a strong pot of coffee before heading to my desk. I had three new e-mails each informing me that my co-workers would not be in for one reason or another. A quiet Friday was good. It meant I could get some things done. I emailed them back letting them know I would hold down the fort. I opened the catalog project that I was working on, but it did not take long before he crept into my mind again. Cutting and pasting pictures of fluffy pillows, and clean white linen next to descriptions of blissful sleep called up the picture of him next to me in my bed, staring idly at the ceiling and humming tunelessly, pulling me closer in a distracted embrace as he started singing flatly "we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl..." Then he kissed me and said "Pink Floyd was never the same after Sid Barret left..." and drifted off to sleep. That had been the first of many times he had managed to do the perfect thing. That was the problem, he was able to say and do the perfect thing, to make me forgive him or make me insane. I smiled wryly at the memory. "Lost souls" we were. That was the weekend he had found my toy box. "What's this?" he asked pulling out my bullwhip. "It's a bullwhip. I bought it one of the Dakota's when I drove through." I said. "The trick is to go to real tack shops, not the specialty stores: better product and a lower price." I grinned. He looked at it thoughtfully for a minute, turning his attention to me, his eyes glinted evilly, "I've never whipped anyone before," he said. "And you still won't have" I replied, going to collect it. *CRACK* He caught me on the upper thigh. "MOTHER! FUCKER!" I spat at him. *CRACK* The second caught me on the hip. He laughed. "You should see the look on your face." "Yeah?" I seethed at him, rubbing the welt he'd left. "I'm always on the other side of it." "Not anymore." He stated calmly, and let the whip fly again, but I caught it, and wrapped it around my wrist. We played tug of war for a minute before he pulled me towards him and used my hair to force me to my knees. "Suck my cock." He ordered evenly. "No." I responded looking up at him, seething. "Did you just tell me 'No'," he queried? "No. You don't get your cock sucked for whipping me." I repeated. "Oh..." he smiled slightly, "I understand. You don't like being whipped." "Exactly," I lied. Calling my bluff, he used my hair to pull me to standing, and threw me onto the bed. I tried to move away, but he caught me and pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other to pull down my cut offs. He ran two fingers along my soaked pussy. Bringing his fingers to his nose he smelled them, and said "You lied to me." I shook my head no, he stuck his fingers roughly in my mouth, I sucked them, and he pulled them out. "Never say "no" to me again. Do you understand?" He said as he delivered a slap to my face. "Now get on your knees and suck my cock." With the memory of that weekend, I found myself shifting uncomfortably in my seat, and realized that I was not going to get as much work done as I expected today. I stood up, and walked into the break room, more as a distraction than for another cup of coffee, and then I paced back to my desk feeling more than a little angry and frustrated. He'd been gone from my life for more than six months and I was at a loss to explain why it was now I couldn't get him out of my mind. I stared blankly at my computer screen, the realization of why I was so tense slowly dawning on me. Furious at myself, that even in his absence he could control me sexually, I stood up, stalked down the hall to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall. Leaning against the door, I lifted my skirt and slid my panties down around my knees. Conjuring my favorite memory, the one that never failed to get me off quickly, I stroked my clit. One summer evening after dinner, we were sitting together on his porch, sipping vodka and lemonade, just talking about nothing and everything, as we often did. We wandered onto the topic of past relationships, and he mused about how happy I must be to have found him. I looked at him curiously, "Why?" "Well, I sure wish I could have multiple orgasms," he replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I wrinkled my brow, and then the gist of that comment dawned on me. I smiled and leveled my gaze at him "You don't think you are the first man I've had multiple orgasms with do you?" He shifted, uncomfortable under my gaze, and averted his eyes, betraying this had indeed been his belief. In spite of knowing it was a mistake, I burst out in a full on belly laugh. He kept his composure, barely, but his eyes seethed. Only they betrayed his anger, tipping me off that there were to be consequences later. That night I entered the bedroom, and in one swift serpentine movement his arm circled my neck, my face pressed against the rough plaster of the wall. He leaned in; his breath on the back of my neck sent frissons up my spine. There was a moment of anticipation, before he whispered darkly in my ear "I am going to fuck you in the ass, don't struggle because it is going to happen no matter what." With his words, I felt the paralyzing heat spread from the pit of my stomach to my sex. His free hand pulled my hips towards him, and he thrust his cock roughly into my asshole. There was a moment of pain, and I tried to seek escape through the wall, but he held me firmly in place. "Stop! I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to beg me to let you cum," he growled, and I stopped struggling. He removed his arm from around my neck, holding my hips with both hands he pulled me hard onto his cock. He began fucking me deeply, slowly. I felt my body betray me, and soon I was fucking him back, begging him for more. I worked my clit hard at the memory of me begging him to make me cum, hoping no one from the other offices would walk in now because I was too far gone to stop. The thought of him pulling my hair and calling me his cum slut, telling me to beg, to beg for my orgasm pushed me too the edge, and I let out a low moan as I came. I stood breathless for a second in the stall before I was able to pull up my panties and smooth my skirt. Leaving the stall, I stood at the mirror studying my flushed face for a moment, before splashing water on it and returning to my desk. Long Road to Ruin Ch. 03 The afternoon passed more normally after my sojourn to the bathroom, but I still found myself slipping into reveries about him. I cut out of work about a half hour early, but did not feel like going home. I wandered through the boutiques of downtown aimlessly. I came to a store with corsets in the window. I stood idly for a minute,looking more at my reflection, then the dislpay, when one caught my eye, and pulled me to attention. It was emerald green brocade with cherubs woven into the fabric. I told myself it would be a silly expense, and then entered the store anyway. I inquired with the salesgirl about it. Learning it was the last one they had convinced me I had to have it. She helped lace me into it, and when she was done, we both stared at my reflection in the mirror. She said "You have to buy this thing. It was made for you." And for once in my life I was convinced those words weren't uttered just to make a sale. The emerald perfectly complemented my ivory skin and auburn hair, it brought out the green in my eyes, and what it did to my figure was unreal. It pushed my breasts up provocatively, and shaped my stomach and hips into a perfect hourglass. "Yeah...Yeah, I think you're right," I said not looking away from the mirror. "Can I get a pair of black stockings? I'll wear it out." When she returned to the dressing room with the stockings, I handed her my credit card, then set to getting dressed. I pulled my panties off, and stuck them in my mail bag. I pulled the stockings on, reveling in the sensuous feeling of the silky fabric sliding over my skin. I wished I had chosen a different shirt this morning, one that would show off the wonderful effect the corset had on my breasts, and briefly thought about buying one, but decided against it, realizing that whatever man I might take home tonight, would not satisfy me. I stepped out of the dressing room, and signed for my purchase. Out on the sidewalk, I decided that I was hungry, but not ready to go home yet, so I headed to my favorite brew pub. Since it wasn't busy yet, I opted for a booth, rather than a bar stool, and slid in. The waitress dropped a menu at my table announcing she would be right back. I surveyed the selection, and ordered an Arrogant Bastard when she returned. I pulled out my book and pretended to read while I surveyed the bar. No one I knew. No one who caught my fancy. I turned my attention to the book in earnest. Halfway through my pint, the waitress appeared again, I ordered a rare steak with fries, and another round. I turned back to my book. I had gotten about half a paragraph back into it, when an unfamiliar voice interrupted me "You are truly too gorgeous to be sitting alone on a Friday evening." I looked up annoyed, and answered "And what makes you assume I am alone, and not plagued with a man guilty of chronic tardiness?" I could tell he was searching for a snappy comeback, but his opportunity was cut off by a body slipping into the booth next to me announcing "Traffic was horrendous. What did you order me?" He snaked his arm around me in a possessive gesture and asked "Who's your friend?" I frowned at the square jawed intruder, and replied "An Arrogant Bastard, and we were just exchanging playful banter; we had not reached the stage where we introduced ourselves." "Well allow me the pleasure then." Smiling at man, "I'd like you to meet Lola. Lola, this is..." he trailed off, gesturing towards the stranger to get him to supply his name. "James. My name is James." He said. "Lola, this is James," he smiled at me, flashing his dimples. Then he turned his attention back to James and announced "James, I'm sure Lola would have been delighted to let you buy her several pint's and dinner, but her plans have changed. She will no longer need your cock tonight." James looked shocked for a moment, and then wandered back to the bar. He claimed my second pint wbefore it hit the table, and beamed at me for a moment, before swiping a fry off my plate as the waitress set it it in front of me. I looked at him. "What are you doing here Dominick?" "Me?" he shrugged innocently "I'm just running wild in Hell." "Nicky, no one runs wild in Hell." I deadpanned, rolling my eyes. "No? Why not," He asked. "Too many LA cops in Hell for anyone to be able to run wild," was my answer. He laughed. "That is what I am doing here. Our playful banter." "No really, Nicky. You were gone daddy, gone. I haven't spoken to you in six months. What's your deal?" "I could feel you missing me, so I looked you up." He locked his gaze on me, and dropped his voice to whisper in my ear "You were missing me weren't you, slut." He ran his thumb teasingly along my jaw line and down my neck as he spoke. I looked away, willing my body not to respond to his touch, but feeling it respond anyway. "What makes you think you get a second chance," I asked him. "No matter how much I miss you?" "Because I want one," he stated matter-of-factly, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh, and fingering the lace at the top of my stocking. "And because this is turning you on..." I reached down to remove his hand, but he claimed my hand, kissing each finger tip, and biting the heel of my palm, before moving my it to his crotch, finishing with "...as much as it is turning me on." I felt his cock begin to stiffen weighting his words. Without looking away from me, he flagged the waitress down, handing her my untouched steak, "Pack this to go, please." Picking up on the vibes at the table, she took it without a word. "What are you doing, Dominick?" I asked "I am taking you home. Finish your beer. And since when do you call me Dominick?" He frowned, "You know better than that. I don't want to hear it again." I sat brooding, reaching for my beer, I turned the glass in circles in front of me, but did not bring it to my lips. "Drink it," he said, putting his down, and handing his credit card to the waitress who returned with my boxed dinner and the tab. My emotions spun out of control, leaving me not knowing what else to do, I did as he said. I whispered "Yes sir," and drained the glass. Outside the building, he pulled me to him, and kissed me. The enormity of what was happening hit me. I turned away from him as I said "Wait, I can't do this..." I shivered as his hand caressed my back. "I'm mad at you. Go away." I pouted at him. "I know you are." He responded, leaning in and kissing the back of my neck just below the hair line. "But that doesn't mean you want me to stop." "I want you to stop." I told him looking him in the eye, and meaning it. "No you don't." He said and kissed me. His kiss melted my resolve. I didn't want him to stop. I turned around and he pinned my shoulders to the wall. "Tell me you love me." He demanded. "NO." I asserted. "The last time I told you I loved you, you left me." "Tell me you love me," he demanded again, pressing his body close to mine, kissing me harder. I returned it. The smell of him intoxicated me. The feel of his body against mine was electric. I let go of my good sense. "I love you," I told him, dropping my eyes, not trusting myself to look at him. "Look at me and say it," he said patiently. I looked into his eyes, and felt mine fill with tears. "I love you...Sir," the last word caught in my throat. "I love you, too." He brushed the tears off my cheeks, and kissed me tenderly, holding me near, he let me cry. "I am going to take you home." Looking up at him I nodded numbly. Brushing the tears off my cheeks, I allowed him lead me to his car. He unlocked the passenger door. Opening it for me I got in without a word. Once we were on the road, of all the questions running through my head, I choose to ask, "Whose home? Yours or mine?" He looked at me, quizzically. I let out a dry laugh, "Yours is trashed isn't it?" He smiled and nodded, as I knew he would. "Mine's not," I noted, smiling back at him. "Your home," he responded That seemed to settle everything between us. I turned my face to the window to contemplate my reflection, while Bowie sang "Ch-ch-ch-changes," in the background. At my front door, I fumbled with my keys, as much from nervousness as from the distraction of his hand running under my sweater. His hand hesitated an imperceptibly brief moment when he discovered I was wearing the corset, but continued traveling across my stomach to my breasts. We stepped inside the inner hallway of my apartment, and I began climbing the stairs to my door. I'd reached the first landing when he told me to stop. I turned around and looked at him, puzzled. "Take your sweater off." I pulled it over my head, and it fell on the stairs. "Now your skirt." I glanced furtively at the downstairs neighbor's door, but complied, letting it drop at my feet. "Look at you," he growled surveying me, in my corset and stockings, with no panties. "You were going to take that loser at the bar home with you tonight, weren't you." "I hadn't thought about it," I shrugged, knowing where he was going, and feeling myself flushing in anticipation. "He definitely would not have gotten in as easily as you did," I replied. Starting up the three stairs that separated us, he began unbuttoning his jeans. I watched in fascination as he pulled his hard cock out, and began to stroke it. When he reached me he leaned down to kiss me, and lift me on to his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and a yearning groan escaped my lips as he entered me. "Look at me," he commanded darkly, pushing me into the wall. I opened my eyes, and met his wicked gaze. "You want to cum for me, doncha baby." Beyond words, I nodded. "I know you do. I know you do because you are MY cum slut," he said starting to fuck me hard and fast. "C'mon, I can feel it. Cum for me." The sound of his voice led me over the edge. I felt my body coil and tighten, and then surrender in a convulsion of energy. My legs tightened around his body, and I grabbed fistfuls of hair, as my cunt writhed on his cock. I felt him join me a second latter. He thrust hard, pinning me to the wall, his cock pulsing it's own release. Neither of us moved for a long moment, but then he set me down on the stairs and buttoned his jeans. He bent down to retrieve my keys from where I had dropped them. "What do you have to drink," he asked stepping over me on his way to my door. "Umm...water, and juice...some red wine, a little vodka in the freezer," I answered gathering my clothing, and my dinner. "Vodka is good. Make us a drink," he asserted as he guided me in the door. Once inside he leaned in and kissed me. "I missed you, Lo." "I missed you too, Nicky," I said choking back tears, but allowing him to hold me possessively. He kissed me tenderly on the top of my head, and said "Go fix those drinks." I grabbed the cranberry juice and vodka, and a couple of rocks glasses from the cupboard, then thought better of it and put them back, exchanging them for two martini glasses. Rummaging in the refrigerator for a lime I was sure wasn't there, I settled for a lemon, and turned my attention to finding my bottle of Triple Sec. I located it in a cupboard above the refrigerator cohabitating with a nasty amaretto, and some cocktail onions. I rubbed each glass with a lemon wedge to coat it, and then ran the same wedge around the rims and dipped them in sugar. Once satisfied with the appearance of the glasses, I turned my attention to the cocktail, shaking the vodka, cranberry and Triple Sec with ice. Carefully, I strained the mixture into the glasses, mindful of the sugar. Finishing each with a twist of lemon, I smiled at the presentation, and carried the glasses to the living room. I had taken longer than I anticipated making the drinks, but Dominick had not wasted it. He had rope and toys next to him on the couch, the bullwhip coiled menacingly on his lap. "You almost made me wait," he commented as I walked in. "But a pink drink in a martini glass is worth almost waiting for," he apprised. "Cosmo," I offered walking toward him. "In a minute...come here," he motioned with the handle of the whip, indicating a spot in front of him. I moved to comply. "Mmmm...closer. Straddle my knees." I moved into position, and he lightly ran his fingertips from my knees to the top of my thighs making me shiver. Then his hands moved to my hips, over the hourglass of the corset, and to my breasts. "Your nipples need to be exposed," he mused, hooking his thumbs inside the corset to pull them out. At his slight touch they hardened, and a gasp escaped my lungs. "Do not spill," he commanded, glancing briefly at the glasses, before turning his attention back to what he was doing. He leaned forward, and ran the tip of his tongue over my left nipple. I felt myself lean in slightly, willing him to take it into his mouth, to suck it, bite it, but he only teased it, flicking it with his tongue. It was enough; I felt my pussy start to respond. He shifted to my right nipple, taking it gently between his teeth, pulling it away from my body until it slipped from his grasp. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He leaned back, and took his drink from my hand. He sat for a moment observing me, my breathing heavy, my face and chest flushed, my thighs wet from anticipation. He smiled mockingly, and took a sip of his drink. "You are allowed to drink," he remarked wryly, "It looks like you need it." Then handing his drink back to me, he added "We are only getting started..." I felt him run his palms over both nipples, again teasing me, taking them between his thumb and forefinger, he alternated from clasping and pulling, to lightly rolling them, back to clasping and pulling. Bringing the bullwhip up, he circled each nipple with the butt of the handle, making my body tense. He glanced at the whip, a puckish grin playing across his lips, "All in good time," he observed, "Right now I believe you are ready for the nipple clamps." Reaching to the toys at his side, he dangled them in front of me, playing the chain between each nipple. Leaning in he sucked my left nipple into his mouth almost violently. I cried out with a start, once at the shock of his mouth, then again as he attached the clover clamp. Slapping my breast, he observed the chain swing back and forth. "Good. Now for the other." Repeating the process, he attached the second clamp, and finished by pulling the chain to check his work. He reached for his drink, commenting "Such a pretty picture." I watched him absently stroke his cock through his jeans, I licked my lips, and took a large sip of my Cosmo to steady myself. He observed my gaze, and asked, "You want my cock?" "Yes," I admitted meeting his eyes breifly, before glancing away. "It has been less than an hour since I fucked you in the hallway, and you want more. Why is that?" My face flushed red as I mumbled my answer. "Because I'm your cum slut..." "Who are you addressing?" He growled pulling hard on the chain of the nipple clamps. I sucked in air at the pain, and answered, "Master. Because I am your cum slut, Master." I took another drink, and stared at the floor. He handed me back his drink. I waited. Presently, he asked, "Who's cum slut are you?" "Sir, Your cum slut." I answered. "So why did I find you in a bar, ready and willing to pick up a stranger?" His tone was grim. "Sir, I had not planned to pick anybody up. I wanted a steak, and a beer after work," knowing this was where it began, and trying to think of a way to convince him of the truth of the statement. "You expect me to believe that?" he thundered, "With that corset on slut?" I took a deep breath to calm the fear rising in me before answering. "Sir, I bought the corset after work. My bra and panties are in my bag, and if I my plan had been to pick up a man, I would have shaved my pussy this morning, but I did not." His hand went to my crotch for confirmation. He ran two fingers along the outside of the lips, for evidence of stubble, but he did not stop at finding it. He pushed deeper sending his fingers inside me. The suddenness made me cry out. "So, you weren't planning, but you were there none the less, and you have fucked strangers in my absence, haven't you?" he noted as he absently finger fucked me. "Sir, there were two strangers, in your absence, and two men I knew," I replied distractedly wanting him to fuck me earnestly. "Did I know those men?" "Sir?" I replied puzzled by the question. "Did I know those men?" Suddenly sensing where he was headed, I knew there was no way out, so I answered "No Sir, you did not. They were strangers as well. There were four strangers, Master." "I am going to punish you for that tonight," he said solemnly. "Sir, I welcome your punishments. I have missed them in your absence," I resigned quietly. I felt his thumb brush over my clit at my acceptance, and his strokes became more forceful, deeper, I moaned with lust. "Did they do for you what I do?" he asked. "Ohh...noo...Sir..." was all I could get out. "You want me to make you cum again?" "Yes...Sir..." was my broken reply. "I want to feel you cum for me." He began fingering me harder, "C'mon," he urged "Cum for me." I gripped the glasses hoping I wouldn't spill, and came for him, my thighs tensing and hips rocking on his fingers. He reached behind me, placing his free hand at the small of my back to steady me, but kept working my clit, bringing me to a second orgasm. When my body stilled,I drained my glass. He took his glass, and inspected my hands. "You didn't spill," he noted. "Bend over that chair. I think you should be rewarded for your control." I did as he ordered, placing my palms on the seat of the chair. I tensed momentarily when I felt his fingers play with my asshole, but relaxed when I realized he was applying lube. He pushed the tip of a butt plug slowly in and then removed it, repeating it two, three times, before inserting its entire large mass into me. The toy felt foreign as it entered me, and I cried out as my hole closed around the base uncomfortably. I felt him play tip of his cock along the length of my wet snatch, dipping just in and out of my cunt. I began rocking my hips backward trying to take more of his cock inside me, only to hear him chuckle, and I understood he was playing with me, frustrating me. "Master...Oh god...Please. Please give me your cock...Please fuck me," I implored. That was what he had wanted, for me to beg for his cock, he grabbed my hips and buried himself to the hilt, setting a pace that was slow and hard. "Thank you...thank you...I love your cock...thank you..." I testified in response to every thrust, and continued "Fuck me oh GOD fuck me hard make me cum on your cock I want to cum on your cock please I want to come on your cock..." I concentrated on the feel of his body, hands on my hips pulling me onto his large stiff cock, his balls slapping my pussy with every thrust, and the feel of my body, the nipple clamps weighting and pulling my breasts, the butt plug filling and stretching my ass, his large hard cock gorging my cunt, fucking me mercilessly. My hands grasped the edge of the chair as I came, knuckles turning white, my ass slamming backwards into him, my cunt grinding onto his cock. He gripped my hips harder ordering, "Again! Cum for me again," and sped his pace. I fucked him hard, gripping the chair, feeling nothing but his cock slamming into me, and it was only another minute before I exploded in orgasm again. "One more time, baby. You know what I want...Cum for me one more time," he coaxed without slackening his pace. For further encouragement, he reached around and began fingering my clit, "I can make you cum all night like this can't I? Your body is mine to use. C'mon, cum for me again, slut." Beyond coherence, I listened to the sound of his voice, and I let myself go again. This time as my orgasm broke he stopped fucking me, and sunk his cock deep inside me as I shuddered in response to him. Long Road to Ruin Ch. 03 "On your knees slut. Suck my cock," he commanded when my body stilled. Turning, I dropped to my knees, and I started from the bottom up, sucking his balls clean, licking my juice from his shaft. Reaching the top, I licked pre-cum from the slit on the head, and heard a low moan escape from his lips. "Suck it like a lollipop baby, suck it like its candy," he instructed. I sucked the head into my mouth rolling my tongue around it, pretending it was a tootsie-pop that I wanted to the middle of, my fingers tracing lightly up and down his shaft. I looked up at him, and slowly sucked him deeper, then pulled back to circle the head with my tongue. I repeated this taking his cock a little farther each time, until his head was hitting the top of my throat. I continued taking him as deep as I could, and then sucking hard up the shaft, my lips sucking tight around the head, as I pulled off him, then sucking him back in. He let me work slowly, as he pulled the pins from my hair, brushing it back from my face, letting it fall free over my shoulders, running his fingers through it, cooing to me, "That's right baby, suck your Master's cock." I gripped the base of his shaft, increasing my speed, working my hand and my mouth simultaneously. Gripping the hair at the back of my neck, he used it as leverage, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I traced my finger along the skin behind his balls, back to his asshole, and then forward again. "Play with yourself. I want to watch you cum while you suck my cock," he said gripping my hair tighter, controlling my pace. I locked eyes with him, and watched him watching me, as I reached between my legs and began caressing my clit, and concentrated on coming for him. My pussy was still sensitive, and I alternated stroking it gently with finger fucking myself. When he observed me approaching climax, he shoved his cock down my throat choking off my air. He smiled down at me, watching me work my clit harder, knowing I hated when he choked me, and when I came the asphyxiation would double the orgasm. It seemed like an eternity, but when I did cum, my body convulsed forcing his cock still deeper into my throat, and ground my pussy into the carpet, writhing and thrusting. He released my hair. I slumped to the floor coughing and sputtering, fighting to fill my lungs. He wasted no time dropping to his knees behind me, pulling my ass in the air, and entering me from behind, fucking me hard to find his climax. I reached back and worked my clit hard, I wanted to cum with him. He thrust hard, and as I felt his cock pulse and release into me, my pussy gripped tight, thrusting back against him. As my orgasm ended, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the rug exhausted, and he followed suit. Wrapping me in his arms, we laid on the floor together, and lost consciousness. I woke a short time later, I listened to his light snoring, and tried to extricate myself to get a blanket. His grip on me tightened, groggily he said, "NO." I snuggled into him for his warmth, knowing he would not give me up, and fell back asleep. Long Road to Ruin Ch. 04 I woke to the pain of a nipple clamp being removed. He responded to my initial complaint, by covering the pain with his mouth, gently sucking the blood back into my nipple, playing his tongue against it. I arched my back, forcing my body into closer contact with his, and grabbed his arms at the biceps. I felt his fingers reach for the other clamp, and steeled myself against the impending flood of pain, gripping his arms tight as it flashed, relaxing as his mouth transformed it to pleasure. Smothering me with a hungry kiss, he reached down between my legs, and pushed on the center of the butt plug, causing me to moan into his mouth, and raise my hips in anticipation of more, but instead he grasped the base, and pulled it from me, making me cry out at the suddenness of it. With it gone, I was empty, and needed more. I arched my back and pushed my body into his, running my hands down his back , grabbing his ass to try to indicate my need. He continued to kiss me, his hands caressing my body, but avoiding my breasts and clit. After a long period of this treatment, his thumb casually grazed my nipple. The touch was electric. My body tensed and writhed under his, I moaned into his mouth. He took my lower lip between his teeth, and bit as he pulled away from me. Leaning in, he sucked my earlobe, and whispered "What's the matter slut? Your holes empty? You need your Master to fill them? To fuck you?" "Yes, Master. Fill and fuck my holes. Please fuck me." I managed in response. His hand went to my breast, cupping it gently, circling the outside of the nipple with his finger, as he looked at me and said, "I will fuck you slut, but I will fuck you when I am ready. You need to be reminded that you're MY cum slut, this is MY body, and I decide when it gets fucked, not you." Then he lowered his mouth onto my nipple,sucking gently. I responded by moaning "Yes Master." He continued kissing and teasing me, occasionally allowing me to grind up against his hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans. My first response at feeling his cock was to beg him to fuck me, but in feedback for that response, he took my nipples between his fingers, pulling them taut and pinching them hard, painfully, he stated, "You will be fucked, or not, when I decide! Do not ask again." I did not ask again. I felt him grind his cock into me, and I moaned as he withdrew, a second later a dildo slid into my cunt. He slid it out once, then returned its entire length into me. That was all it took, and my body shuddered in a wave of orgasm. "Don't cum again," he ordered. His unyielding thrusts brought me just to the edge of another orgasm before he slowed his rhythm. "Is this what you needed slut," he asked, his tone not really that of a question. "Yes, Sir..." I gasped as he continued working the dildo in and out of my cunt. He sped his pace, teasing me towards another climax. He watched me hold myself back, torturing me a second longer to see if I would disobey his command, before pulling the dildo out of my pussy, and forcing it into my asshole. "What about that? Do you need your ass fucked too slut?" Ignoring my resistance to it, he forced its length into me. "I bet I know what you need...another cock in your pussy," he observed playfully sliding another dildo into me. "Oh yes...Master," I responded breathlessly on the edge, "Fuck me...fuck me...fill my holes...Master...Oh GOD...use me." He tormented me longer this time, making me fight to hold off orgasm, before alternating his stroke to give me a moment of relief, but it was only a moment of relief, because he stuck the dildo in, and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. He smiled as my body twisted and strained against the orgasm his manipulations were calculated to bring to me. "You want to cum, slut," he sneered. I nodded my response, not trusting myself to speak. "Not yet," he growled pulling the dildo from my pussy and holding it above my mouth, "Lick it clean." I raised my head up, and began sucking and licking it. He started fucking my mouth with it, forcing it deep, choking me, "That's it slut, you want your Master to fuck your holes. Suck that cock for me. C'mon slut, deeper!" I did my best to suck the length of it, as he forced it into me. He pulled it out of my mouth, and struck me across both cheeks with it, "I said deeper, slut!" Adjusting myself, I tilted my head back slightly, hoping I would be able to take the dildo deeper. He thrust it back into my mouth, pushing it deep, "Good girl," he growled, and then adjusting it so it was not choking me, he said, "Hold it there." He grabbed a third dildo, and trailed it slowly from my chin, over my throat, and between my breasts where he rested it for a moment and taunted "Are you ready to cum for me?" I nodded eagerly. "Of course you are, slut," he sneered, "But I'm not ready for you to cum. Push your tits together." I pushed them together around the dildo. I watched him as he used the dildo to tit fuck me. "You are such a fucking slut," he scoffed. "Play with your tits for me." I took each nipple between my fingers and began playing with them, pinching them, rolling them, pulling them. He positioned the dildo at my cunt, and reminded me "Do not cum until I tell you," punctuating it with one hard thrust. My moan was muffled into the dildo in my mouth, as my body quivered with the sensation of the thrust. He began pummeling me, and knowing every stroke was torture, he continued for an eternity. Finally, he relented, granting salvation, "Cum for me, baby." For a moment, my body went ridged, taut, and then the first orgasm broke, my cunt thrusting forward onto the dildo, gripping it hard, relaxing only momentarily before thrusting forward again with the next wave. I rode the crest five times, before my body stilled. As soon as he had triggered my orgasm, he stood up and took his cock from his pants, and watching me cum, he stroked himself. He saw my body still, and stroked faster, a second later he pumped his cum onto my face and tits. Crouching down over me, he removed the dildo from my mouth, "Clean yourself up, slut," he leered at me, savoring the sight of me taking his cum on my fingers to lovingly suck it off. "Good girl," he cooed, as he removed the dildos from my cunt and ass, he leaned in and kissed me affectionately. "Go make a pot of coffee, and take a shower. Clean yourself, and the toys up," then almost as an afterthought, he added "...quickly." Long Road to Ruin Ch. 05 I emptied the grounds from my morning coffee, and added a new filter, filling it with French roast. I rinsed the pot, and added water to the machine. Once the coffee was on, I returned to the living room, and gathered the used toys, and transported them into the shower. Turning the water on, I pinned my hair up knowing I would not be allowed the time to dry it when I was out. Checking the water temperature, I added a slight amount of hot, and wandered into the kitchen. Finding the coffee pot half full, I slipped a mug under the stream of brewing liquid, and filled it from the pot. Doing a quick trade, I slipped the cup out, and the pot back on to let it finish. Adding milk and sugar to the cup, I carried it to the living room. He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, so I pulled an end table over next to him, and set the coffee on it, before hurrying back to the shower. I let the hot water run over my body, easing the gathering soreness from my flesh, relaxing for a long minute. Then I washed my skin with a mix of olive oil and chamomile sea salts to scent and soften my skin, and I shaved knowing it was on his radar now. I stepped out of the shower, drying myself, but letting the water run a moment longer on the toys. Unpinning my hair, I brushed it back from my face, and fought the urge to pull it into a pony tail, knowing he liked it loose. Turning off the shower, I pulled the toys out, one at a time, inspecting them to make sure they were clean, and then gathered them into my towel. I pulled on my silk robe, and returned with the towel wrapped toys to the living room. He was sitting on the couch when I entered, and I noticed he had added several items to the end table while I had showered: spreader bar, rope, the bull whip, a penis gag, and my chastity belt. A frown must have passed over my lips as I surveyed the assortment, because he chuckled and mocked, "Don't pout pussycat, the point of punishment is that you don't like it. Lose the robe. I'm going to get another cup of coffee, and when I come back I want to see you lubing up your asshole in preparation for your chastity belt." I grabbed the chair, and positioned it so when I leaned on it my ass faced the door. Picking the lube up off the table, I poured a generous amount on my fingers. Leaning on the chair, using my left arm for support, I reached between my legs and began rubbing the lube on my asshole, slipping the very tip of one finger in and out, not penetrating. I heard him move toward the living room, and stop in the doorway to watch me play with myself. When I knew I had his attention, I inserted the finger completely. I held it there for a long pause before removing it, replacing it with two fingers. Once they were buried in my ass, I spread them into a "V," and pulled them out stretching my asshole open as I removed them. I prepared to repeat, but he told me to stop. Placing my hands on the chair, I waited. I heard him draw near; tensing as I felt him wrap the belt around my waist, and inhaled sharply as he roughly inserted each dildo, the first into my pussy, and the second into my ass. I willed myself to calm, as he tightened the strap securing them in place. I hated the belt and he knew it. It gave constant stimulation, yet it was nearly impossible to achieve orgasm while wearing it. "Turn, and sit in the chair," he commanded. I did as I was told. He moved behind me and chose another toy from the table. "Open your mouth," and as I did, he fixed the penis gag in it. "I am going to take a shower, and you are going to make breakfast," He announced walking out of the room. I moved to the kitchen, slowly. The chastity belt causing a mix of pleasure and torment with each step. Slipping an apron over my head, I set myself to the task. I started olive oil heating in the skillet, and pulled a bag of hash browns from the freezer. I let the oil heat for another minute before adding half the bag to the pan. Knowing they would brown better without supervision, I headed to the bedroom, and pulled out a pair of boxers and t-shirt, that he had abandoned when he left me, from my dresser. I headed to the bathroom, stopping to collect a clean towel from the linen closet. I slid silently into the bathroom, and placed my offering on the counter, next to the sink. Returning to the kitchen, I flipped the hash browns, and pulled three eggs and the steak from my dinner out of the refrigerator. Adding butter to my cast iron frying pan, I turned the heat up high, hoping to sear the steak quickly, to heat it, but not cook it too much more. Hearing the shower stop, I grabbed a plate form the cupboard, and plated the potatoes. Lowering the heat on the skillet, I cracked the eggs into it. I threw the steak into the frying pan and seared it for a minute on each side, and placed it on the plate next to the hash browns. I then flipped the eggs, taking care not to break them, and lay them on top of the potatoes just as I heard the bathroom door open. I quickly rolled a fork and knife in a napkin, and removed my apron. I appeared in the living room doorway, food in hand, just as he took his seat on the couch. "Nicely done," he commended, as I handed him the plate. "Refill my coffee, and come sit by me." When I returned, he had placed a pillow at his feet, so I moved to it, and tucked my legs underneath me. "Turn your head. I am going to remove the gag while we eat." He ate in silence, occasionally sharing bites from his plate with me. Once he had finished, he handed me the plate, and stated, "The steak was overcooked, but the eggs were perfect...and use real potatoes next time." "Yes, Sir," I replied, rising to take the plate to the kitchen. "Wait," he said standing up, "Open your mouth, the gag is going back in." He was standing in front of the closet holding a rope when I returned. I moved to stand before him, and held my hands in front of me as if in prayer. He circled the rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly. "Arms above your head, facing the door." He fed the rope over the top of the door, and tethered it firmly to an eye hook on the other side. I moved forward with the door, as he closed it. "Spread your legs," he directed as he fixed the restraints of the spreader bar around each ankle. I stood anticipating, senses heightened against any suggestion of the first blow. When it fell, I was thankful for the gag. Pain seared my back from the passion of the stroke. I strained against the ropes that held me fast, the gag absorbing my scream. He gave me five more before pausing. Moving close to me, his hands ran lightly over my arms, my ribs, my hips. I concentrated on his kisses soothing the tension from my neck, my body melting into his, as I felt his arms encircle me possessively. "You didn't come back to me," he explained, his voice husky in my ear. "I expected you back within a month...a fortnight actually...you're the first who didn't come back. That vexed me." His teeth sank into my shoulder brutally, punctuating his vexation. "But then I realized, you wouldn't, you couldn't. I told you I didn't want to see you again, and you obeyed." The gag swallowed my whimper of disappointment as he moved away. "You made me find you," the whip bit into my back again. "And when I did, you tell me you let other men fuck you." The next four blows expressed resentment not carried in his voice. "What sickens me about that is not one of them came close to recognizing your potential, did they?" his voice again husky and close. His fingers pulled at the buckle of my belt, "They were amateurs hacking out Mary Had A Little Lamb on a Stradivarius..." he loosened the chastity belt, but didn't completely remove it. His thumb moved slowly, in light circles, around my clit. "Such a waste, when I think of the symphony's I have played on you..." he whispered, stepping back abruptly when he felt my body respond to his touch. He was silent, and I strained to pick up a clue of what would come next, but all I heard was his breathing, deep and even. After an eternity, I felt his hands at my ankles removing the spreader bar. His hands traveled up the back of my legs, to the chastity belt which he removed also. He stood, and loosened the knot at my wrists. "I have a surprise for you..." he whispered in my ear, catching my earlobe between his teeth. "Go lie on the bed with your eyes closed." I started off toward the bedroom, but he caught my arm and pulled me back to him. He lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eye. He smiled, and reached back to remove my gag. He bent down and kissed me passionately, pulling me close, held me for a moment, and then abruptly released me, saying "Go." In my experience, surprises were only sometimes good, and I lay contemplating which this one would be. I heard him enter the room, and the bed shifted as he crawled onto it from the end. I felt him lift my right leg over his arm as he positioned himself between my legs. The next moment I felt him penetrate both my ass and pussy in the same stroke. I cried out in surprise, and grabbed at the headboard to steady myself. In the shock of it, I forgot to keep my eyes closed, and I caught a glimpse of a harness that held a dildo above his cock, before I remembered to shut them. He chuckled at my reaction, "I had it made after you read me that story about the sex demon with two cocks." He slowly began fucking me, and asked "Do you like it now? As I remember, the idea of it turned you on quite a bit that night..." He paused and brought my other leg over his arm. Pulling me closer, he leaned in and continued, "I like it. I think this is the only way I am going to fuck you from now on." I let go of the headboard, stretching my arms out beside me, I arched my back, and started fucking him back. "That's it slut," he goaded, "Fuck me. Cum for me!" He straightened and closed my legs, holding both tight to his chest with one arm. "Oh...yes, yes..." I hissed, grabbing a handful of sheets, my body twisted and jerked as I came for him. Without missing a beat, he let go of my legs, and rolled me on top of him. "God I love watching you cum," he purred, "You are always so enthusiastic...Do it again for me. C'mon baby, ride my cocks and cum for me." I leaned my head back, and arched my back, thrusting my chest forward. I began gyrating my cunt on him slowly, testing the feel of both cocks filling me. He arched his back, forcing himself deeper, and I moaned in pleasure. Languidly I began riding him, reveling in every sensation. Finding my rhythm, I began increasing my pace, and he brought his hand to my hips to steady me. I felt my passion building, and I emptied my mind, concentrating only on the spark building to explosion. My body tensed, as my cunt thrust and contracted in climax. "Beautiful baby," he murmured rolling me on to my side and kissing me. "Now it's my turn." Turning me to my stomach, he lifted my hips, leaned forward, and ran his palm along my spine from my neck to my ass. I inhaled sharply and winced, as it traveled over the welts from the whip. Taking my hips in his hands, and driving both cocks into me, he began fucking me violently, seeking his own release. Immersing myself in the moment, I met him thrust for thrust. "That's it, Lo. Fuck me. Fuck me." I felt his rhythm change, and he grabbed my hair. I knew he was nearing his own climax, and I concentrated on cuming for him one more time, knowing it would set him off. "Master..." I gasped, "Can I cum again? Let me cum again for you." "Yes...yes. Cum for me..." he consented. I reached back, and stroked my clit, triggering my orgasm, I slammed into him, my cunt tightening on his cock like a vice. A second later he pulled tighter on my hair, and I felt his cock spasm in release. I fell to the bed breathing hard, and he fell beside me. He raised himself on one arm and said, "Look at me." I rolled onto my back, and locked my eyes on him, as he smirked down a leering grin at me. "I missed fucking you Nicky," I acknowledged, tracing his lips with my finger. He bit the tip of my finger playfully."I missed you, too Lo..." he agreed, and kissing my eyes he said, "Lets get some sleep.