Master

tags: M/F, semi-cons, oral, bondage, anal, rape

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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Here I was, sitting in my bed, hardly believing what I just heard. The room was dark, illuminated only by a single streetlamp that was outside my window. She didn’t even had the guts of telling me in person. Maybe I just wasn’t even worth that, the phone would do.

“Are you okay?” She asked over the line with the same tone one would use to ask about the weather.

Okay? You just told me I am just a friend to you. Of course I am not okay!

“Yeah” I said instead, maybe I didn’t want her to know how much it hurt.

Before, she had said the usual crap. First that we needed to talk, then that it wasn’t me, but her. Right.

“I need to go. You are okay, right?” She said again.

I said yes and hung up the phone. She might get pissed, but I didn’t care. Two months going out, but we weren’t “dating”. I didn’t qualify for that. She said it was just a matter of time. That she liked me.

Looking back I should have realized that she wasn’t interested. Hindsight is a bitch.

It had been a strange relationship. We went out a few times, maybe to see a movie or maybe to grab something to eat. Most nights I slept with her, but we rearly had sex. I liked that. It was relaxing. Maybe it was too soon to marry her, I wasn’t that stupid, but going out with her sounded very nice.

It had all been a lie.

Rage started to consume me, and I must admit that it started to replace what I felt with her rather quickly.

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The next couple of weeks were very bad for me. First I missed her and then I hated her. I wanted to be with her, and then when I saw her, I wanted to get as faw away from her as I could. Why did I have to share classes with her?

And friends. Never date your friend. Believe me, if it fails it’s a pain in the ass. I couldn’t even go out with my friend because they were her friends to. Our “relationship” was always a secret. So I couldn’t tell them why I felt like crap.

Fuck her.

As time went by I started to hate her more. I wanted to make her pay. First it was petty things. Like wanting to set on fire the big trash container in front of her house, or stick a piece of tape over her doorbell in the middle of the night.

But it wasn’t satisfying enough. I knew it, I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t have the balls to do it.

Last Saturday night I was supposed to go out with our friends. I went there, first as always, and saw everyone arrive. She was last, as always. But she wasn’t alone this time. She was with some guy.

If she had kicked me in the groin I think it would have hurt a lot less. She was dating some one. And it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t since yesterday. It had only been a couple of weeks since she broke up with me. Maybe it hadn’t been because of me after all, maybe it had been because of him.

I stood there, some one was talking to me, but I didn’t listen. I saw her, but she was trying to avoid my eyes.

Before I started crying I left the place. Took a cab home and was glad to find it empty. My family must have been out.

I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the fridge that had been a gift from my dad.

I didn’t bother with a glass. I simply went upstairs to my room and laid in bed, slowly sipping the cold vodka. It tasted awful, but it started to quickly cloud my mind, just as I wanted.

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I woke up the next day around noon with one hell of a headache. The bottle was empty, which scared me a little since it had been almost full. But since I was still alive maybe I could handle it.

I couldn’t remember much tough, some things were just a black void. What the hell had I done?

My phone had a couple of SMS, from some of my friends, but thankfully none from her. I dropped the phone in my bed without reading them, and went to the bathroom instead.

After a long and warm shower I started to feel better. Now all I needed was to have something to eat some my stomach would stop making noise and I would be fine.

As I changed I noticed my computer was on, which was strange as I remembered turning it of before leaving. I moved the mouse to wake the screen and saw a simple word document, unsaved and barely legible.

I must have wrote something last night, but staring at the screen made my head hurt too much to try to decipher it.

I left it as it was, and went down into the kitchen. Everyone was already seated, having lunch and I sat down in front of an empty plate.

Nobody said anything, so maybe they had seen me last night getting drunk. Lunch was thankfully silent, I ate and then left back up the stairs into my room.

I dropped into the bed again, laying my head and turning of the bed light. I picked my phone when it fell behind my back and checked the messages I had.

“Are you okay?” No, I feel like crap. “Something happened? Call me.” Yes something happened, and no, I am not going to call you.

I erased the rest with out reading them. Fuck them all, it wasn’t their fault but it felt good to take it out on someone.

I went to the computer and logged into my mail. I also had a couple of emails from my friends. And one from her.

“ I am sorry you found out like that. I thought you weren’t going.”

Fucking bitch.

I wanted to tell her to fuck her self. I wanted to call her all the things that I knew would hurt her the most. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to� I wanted to rape her. To fuck her in the ass, the one thing she never let me do.

I started counting to ten. Then again, and finally a third time. It didn’t work.

Maybe I should write her back. Tell her what a bitch she was. But my eyes were drawn to the still open word file.

I started reading, or trying to. Hell, how wasted did I get last night?

It was really hard to read. It was written almost with out vocals, so it looked more like Swedish than English.

After a few minutes I started to get the basic meaning. It was some kind of plan or list. The objective was a mystery but I felt it was important.

I opened another file, this one empty, and started to write down what I translated. Minutes started to pass by as I translated page after page. Maybe an hour after starting it was done.

And� what the hell had I done!

It was a plan to do some vey nasty things to her. I was vey detailed to. Almost obsessive in the amount of tiny details, but that didn’t surprise me.

Did I really wrote this down yesterday? I felt that it had been me, and I felt a little pride in it. This was good, very good. But I didn’t know if it could work. Or more importantly, if I wanted to try it.

What the hell, I could always pull back before the actual thing. And it would keep me occupied and motivated. I would fuck her brains out, even if she didn’t want to. Hell, it would be more entertaining if she didn’t.

The first thing was to check� the plan. As good as it was, I wrote it while I was completely drunk.

After that, I decided to save it, and then encrypt it. The computer in my room was mine and no one else used it, but it would be hard to explain if some one found it.

Then it was time for the step one. I needed to find a way inside her house. The easy way would be to break down her door, but that would leave clues. To the second best thing would do. I would had to pick the lock.

I had an eBook I had never read on lock picking. It didn’t sound so hard, so I decided to learn how to. If nothing happened, at least I would know how to open a door with out a key.

The actual lock picking was surprisingly easy. The book was pretty detailed, and it also showed how to make the tools out of simple saw blades. A couple of days in the garage and I had a full set of lock picking tools.

Now for practice, I picked all the locks in my house while everyone was asleep. After a few days it started to became easy, and I started practicing at the office where I work, and then the school.

It was really fun. Having access to every single place I wanted was wonderful. I started to grow bold, and one day after midnight I decided to pick a random lock from the street.

I took a bus to another part of the city to avoid finding people I knew, and around midnight I found a deserted street. When I found a building with a burnt lightbulb I decided to practice with that lock. The entrance was only illuminated by the street light, with made It safer, but very complicated to work. It took me three long and very tense minutes. Not bad, but I had to be quicker, a lot quicker.

I started to do the same every night. I would dress as if I was going running, hide my tools on a small pouch I had, and practice on a couple of locks every day.

It made me feel good, I was having fun! I started to find locks that weren’t so simple. I would take a picture and once I was back home, I would try to find tutorials on how to open those. Strangely enough, YouTube has a surprising amount of those.

After a month of this I felt I was ready. It was time of step two.

She had a dog, a big ugly Rottweiler I wasn’t very fond of. He didn’t seem to like me very much, so it looked mutual. I needed a way to get rid of it. Poison would be a very bad idea because it would leave a trace.

The obvious solution would be to make it sleep. I discovered that there were sleeping pills specifically made for dogs. When you had to take your dog in a trip, you gave him a pill and presto. He would fall asleep.

I bought some on a vet shop near my work place, along with a small bag of dog candy.

Every day at midnight, I would go out to practice lock picking and would pass by her house. I would always leave some candy on her yard, so that the dog got used to me feeding him.

After a few days he didn’t bark at me anymore. And a week later he accepted the candy from my hand, lapping it and leaving it full of his saliva.

Now it would be simple to slip a couple of pills in the candy before going in.

It was time of part four.

I started gathering the last necessary elements. I got some rope from a hardware store. Some cloth from a small shop I found.

I went to the darkest and scariest military shop I could find and bought a pair of steel handcuffs and a small pepper spray. The guy who sold them to me looked at me weird, but I told him they were for my girlfriend and he only grinned.

The handcuffs could be something to use on your girlfriend, but the pepper spray? I was suddenly afraid of him.

I also got a big butchers knife from a 99 cent store. Cheap as hell but very sharp.

Some condoms, a little lubricant just in case. A bottle of alcohol for cleaning after I finished, and later to burn everything. A few rags and multiuse cleaning fluid. A roll of packing tape to quickly tie her.

The last thing was going to be a little harder to get. I went to the pharmacy to get some clorophorm but the guy said I needed an order from a doctor. Fuck.

I run my mind trough some options, until I settled on one. I would get it from a store that sold chemical components.

I found the recipe to make some shit I didn’t know, that included clorophorm. I went to the store, asked for a couple of other ingredients and finally for some clorophorm. This time they didn’t asked for anything. I went home with a bottle of halt a liter of clorophorm. The rest I threw in a trash can.

Part five started to take form.

She still had me on Facebook so I could see all she did. I could also see the messages her boyfriend left her, but that only made me angrier. I saw she planed to go out with her friends next Saturday night. I also saw her brother’s profile, the only one in her house besides her. He was apparently out on a trip, and since he had left only 4 days ago I was safe to assume I had some time for myself.

I waited a few days, still keeping an eye in her profile. On Friday night I got a nice surprise. She changed her status to “single”. I checked her wall for a few minutes, and finally found a conversation with one of her friends. He had cheated on her. Sweet!

I started laughing. I hoped it hurt. I hoped she was crying. I hoped she felt like shit!

Then a problem arouse. She told her friend she wasn’t going out tomorrow. She preferred to stay home and rest. A brief moment of panic crept over me, maybe she would invite her friends over.

But no, I was lucky this time. She told her friend she was going to stay home. I would have to be very cautious, but it looked like it was time to do it.

Doubts assaulted me. Could I really do it? Maybe. I really hated her. She was a cold fucking bitch, acting as if everything was okay.

At least I would scare the shit out of her.

I checked her profile several times while I finished preparing everything I needed. I wanted to know if she changed her mind, but she didn’t post anything more.

An hour before midnight I stood in front of the mirror. I was dressed mostly in black. Long pants, running shoes and a loose t-shirt. I also had wool gloves in my pockets to cover the latex ones I had. I would look a little weird with wool gloves in the summer, but I had seen worst.

I had placed all my stuff on an old backpack. I would burn everything after I was done, but I didn’t want her to recognize any of my stuff. Just in case.

I checked my computer one last time to see if she had logged in, but she hadn’t.

I grabbed the clothes I used to run, and placed them in the garage. Finally, with no more excuses, I left.

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On the way there doubts assaulted me again. This was stupid. This was a crime. If they caught me, I would go to jail. The knowledge of what they did to rapists in jail scared the hell out of me.

But the hate I felt for her drove my on. Before I knew it I was in front of her house, hiding behind the shadow of a tree.

There was a light on in her room, and I could hear the TV. She was home, great.

I took out my lock picking tools and with trembling hands started for her door. I checked nobody was around, and before I stepped in her lawn I remembered her dog.

Fuck! I grabbed the candy and the sleeping pills, and sure enough he came around her house towards me. He was silent, moving his tail, obviously happy to see me.

He eat the candy in tow big licks, and I stood there patting his head. I knew I would take some time for the pills to act, so I left and waited by the corner. A few minutes later I went back, and found the dog curled up against the house, obviously asleep.

I took a deep breath, darted for the door and took my tools out again. I was inside in less than a minute. Once inside I heard TV more clearly and I closed the door as silently as possible.

She didn’t made a noise, so she hadn’t heard me enter. I took out a piece of cloth I had cut before, and put enough clorophorm to drop a rhino. Lastly I took out a mask I had lying around in my closet since I was a kid. It was tight, but I would only need it for a few minutes.

I crept inside her house looking everywhere, slowly making my way into her bedroom on the top floor.

I almost pissed myself on the stairs, as one step creaked under my weight. I froze, but again she didn’t notice. Up I went, until I was in front of her door. It was halfway open, and I could see her feet dangling from the bed.

Now or never, I thought. I pushed the door open slowly, and saw her laying on her side over the bed. She had gray jogging pants on, a small pink tank top, and her hair was tied up in a pony tail begin her head.

Her eyes were closed, and I could hear her sobbing under the noise from the TV. Before I could chicken out, I went inside. She reacted then, lifting her head, her face a mask of confusion.

I jumped over her, cloth in hand and placed it over her mouth before she started screaming. As I wanted, she took a deep breath, and her eyes started to close against her will. She fought a little, twisting under me, kicking with her legs but I had her pinned under my weight. I could fell her strength escaping, and after a few seconds she stood very still and closed her eyes.

I got up from the bed, panting. My heart beat a million times a minute. There was no turn back now. It didn’t matter anyway, seeing her there, defenseless on the bed made all my doubts fly away.

Lust replaced them immediately. My dick started to get hard, and that shook me out of my stupor. I dropped my pack by the bed, and started taking my things out.

I turned her, placing her face up on the bed and started to strip her. After I took her pants I saw her panties. They were made of cotton and white, almost childlike. But I knew she was everything but childlike under them. I decided to let them on for now.

Her tank top went next, and her tits greeted me in all their glory. She had great tits, and I loved to lick and bite them. I played with them a little, seeing them shudder.

I took out the duck tape and placed another piece of cloth inside her mouth, then tape over it. A simple piece of tape went over her eyes.

Placing her ass on the edge of the bed, I took her arms and tied a piece of rope to each of her wrists. The rest of the rope went under the bed, where I tied it to the structure of it. Now she wouldn’t get her hands free.

I took out another two pieces of rope, and tied them to her ankles. Again, I tied the rest of the rope to the legs of the bed, bending her legs under her. That way her knees where on her floor, but her pussy and ass where easily accessible.

I stood looking at her. Her stomach was flat and her hips were wide without being fat. She had a firm body, and she took pride in it. It was one of the things I liked about her.

Her hair was curly and brown, long enough to fall on past her shoulders. It smelled of almonds, just as I remembered. Her perfume was different tough, maybe a present from her now ex boyfriend.

She would be out between 15 to 20 minutes more. Maybe a little more if she had breathed too much clorophorm. Meantime, I decided to check her room. I would leave the TV on, if only to drown her screams a little.

Her computer was off, and I knew it had a password, so I couldn’t do anything about it. I checked her desk, finding a few knick knacks and her school papers.

Next was her closet, and I opened one of her drawers that was full of underwear, socks and bathing suits. Another had only t-shirts, and the last held a few bed sheets. I took that one out for some reason, and in the back found a small metal box.

Inside there was money, a few cheap jewels, and a metal tray dividing the space in two. Once I took it out, I couldn’t help but smile. A couple of dildos where there. One small and pink, with a cap on the bottom that made my think it was a vibrator. The other was bigger, I must admit that even bigger than me, but completely black and shiny.

An obviously used small tube of lubricant, and the last was a small read butt plug. It was conical, ass long as my middle finger and a little thicker. It had a notch near the base to keep it in place once inside and the base was circular and flat. It surprised me, since she always refused to have anal sex. Maybe it was new, but I thought that it wasn’t. It looked used, or at least old.

I threw them over the bed near her head, and noted she was still out.

The rest of her closet was normal. I recognized a few of her clothing from having seen her in them. A few were even gifts from me.

On the back there was a small bag full of what looked like clothing. I took it out, and found her old school uniform. Plaited skirt and all. I knew it would be to short for her now, but it only made it better so I took it out and placed it on the bed with the rest of her stuff. The rest I put back in the closet.

The last place to check was her night stand. It only had a single drawer, rather small. It was full tough, from papers to a few pills and even a condom. In the back was a little book I knew should be her diary.

It was the cutest thing I had seen. It was covered in small hearts drawn in pink and red. It even had a small padlock.

I placed it in my pack, wanting to read it in detail when I had time.

Almost on cue, she started moving her head and moaning. She must have realized she was tied then, because she started pulling with all her strength at the ropes. They held thought, and I stood silently watching her squirm.

After a minute, she started sobbing and a few tears escaped the duct tape to fall down her face to the sides.

I took a step forward, and kneeled in front of her crotch. My hand hovering over her stomach. She must have heard something because she suddenly tensed. I dropped my hand then, placing it over her navel. I knew she was very ticklish, but this time it only made her shiver.

I couldn’t understand what she tried to say under her gag but I didn’t care. I moved my hand slowly up and down, going up to grab her breasts and then down, past her navel and over her white panties.

With one finger, I traced circles over her crotch, finding a small wet spot on her panties. I took my finger out and held it under my nose, smelling her for the first time in months.

I missed this. And more. Much more.

She stood there, frozen in place, shivering under my touch. I found it extremely erotic, and almost lovingly I moved my hand to her tights. I knew she loved to be touched there. My other hand went up, to her breast. And together they roamed her body, slowly moving over every centimeter of her skin.

So far so good, I thought. The smell coming from her panties was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help myself as I lowered my mouth to her wet panties, slowly lapping them like a dog.

A few moments later her already wet panties got even more wet. Now I could see a damp patch of her juices. Warm and musky. My hands left her body, and I could almost swear she shifted a little, as if trying to prolong the contact. Maybe it had been my imagination.

I returned the contact, this time hooking my thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and pulling down. They couldn’t go too far because her legs were spread and tied. But it was enough to show me her pussy.

I took the knife and used it to cut them out. She didn’t saw it, only felt her panties suddenly slipping out. And she was completely naked.

My tongue quickly went back to her pussy, lapping at her exposed folds. I noted that she still shaved, keeping only a small triangle of hair above her clit.

One of my hands went to her breast again, massaging them slowly, just like she liked. My other hand went to her pussy, moving up and down when my tongue retreated. With out warning, I pushed with my thumb, and went inside her. She tensed her body and stood still.

I moved my thumb in and out, and my tongue moved over her now exposed clit. I licked it slowly, only the tip, and then I would pull out and breathe over it, making her shiver again.

Her hips started moving, slowly at first, almost timidly. But soon they were moving with my thumbs, making me go deeper, and faster. Her breathing also accelerated, deep and hard.

A few moments later I felt her pussy contract, she froze in place, and a high moan, almost a wail, escaped her gag. She fell into the bed, and I pulled my hands away, giving her a single wet lick over her pussy. She was very sensitive after cumming, and she always told me I should never touch her after she did.

This time she wouldn’t complain. Or maybe she couldn’t.

I stood, looking her as she tried to regain her breath. Her chest moved almost hypnotically, and a chuckle escaped my lips.

Who would have thought? She seemed to have enjoyed herself.

I took my thumb to my mouth, and gave a good lick. By this time, my dick was about to explode, so I slowly started stripping. The sound of my belt buckle, seemed to wake her from the trance she was in, and she started moving her head from side to side.

The only thing left on me was my underwear, and it soon was gone to, leaving me naked with only a pair of latex gloves. As I stood there, raging hard I suddenly remembered I couldn’t leave any trace of me. I took a condom from my pack and quickly placed it over my dick.

I knelt between her legs again, this time keeping my legs straight which left my dick near her pussy. I grabbed it, moving up and down over her wet pussy. Once I was satisfied, I shoved myself inside.

There must have been little pain for her, because she didn’t jump. She started moving her hips from side to side, as if trying to push me out, but her position didn’t leave her enough freedom to do it.

I continued pumping in and out of her in complete ecstasy. I bent over her chest, giving her nipples small licks and bites. Never enough to tear her skin, but they must have hurt her some as she jumped every time I did.

It wasn’t going to be long, I had wanted this for to long and it felt too good. A few pumps more, and I felt myself close. Past the point of no return. I pumped harder and faster, until I finally came inside her.

I fumbled with the things I had placed over her bed, taking the small pink dildo in one hand and twisting the end with my teeth. It started vibrating, and I was surprised at how strong it was.

My dick was replaced with the dildo, not wanting to let her escape. Since she apparently wanted to cooperate, I decided to make her cum as many times as I could.

Moving it slowly in and out, twisting it inside her. Her hips buckled in pleasure, and she moaned under her gag, apparently forgetting her situation. Another wave of pleasure washed over her, apparently stronger than before. She tugged at her bonds, but they held.

A few moments again, and she stood again on the bed trying to regain her breath. I left the dildo inside her, still vibrating. It should keep her on edge for some time.

I took out my condom, and dropped it on a bag inside my bag. Sitting in the bed, I lovingly stroking her hair. She was sweating, but I didn’t think it was only from fear. Strangely enough, she didn’t pull her head from my touch.

I wanted to talk to her, she liked that after sex. But letting her hear my voice wasn’t a good idea. Instead I sat there, stroking her. The only sound coming from the TV, and a slight hum from the vibrator in her pussy.

A few minutes later I was ready again, but this time I wanted the big price. The one I had been denied every single time. I got up from the bed, and placed another condom over my dick. I grabbed the tube of lube I had brought with me and smeared some of it on my dick, placing a little more on the tip of my finger.

Again I went between her legs, kneeling down. I moved my free hand over her pussy, around her dildo. My other hand went to her asshole.

As the cold gel touched her she jumped. This time, I believed her moans were from pain and fear. She pulled her bonds, her muscles showing under her smooth skin, but they held firm again.

My finger traced small circles over her ass hole, moving slowly towards the center. Once there, I started applying some pressure. She moved too much, so I took my hand from her pussy and started pushing her stomach onto the bed, pinning her.

While my mouth took the place my hand had left, my finger started pushing again. This time, she couldn’t move, and I finally felt her hole give in. My finger slipped inside her until the tip was in.

It was tight, and her moans were definitely from the pain this time. I pushes some more, pulling the gel inside her. I twisted a little, and once half my finger was inside her, took it out slowly.

She seemed to relax immediately, but I soon replaced it with my dick. It stood there, against her asshole. She started trembling violently, and it only made me fell more powerful.

Certainly she couldn’t complain. I had just given her two orgasms in 15 minutes. It was a record as long as our past relationship was concerned.

I grabbed her hips in both my hands, and started pushing my dick against her hole. It was hard, and it took some time until it got big enough for my dick. But then I was in.

I felt pure bliss, maybe because I had been denied this so many times.

I kept pushing my way inside her while she trembled. My dick was halfway in when I started rocking my hips in and out. Slowly, ever so slowly. I didn’t want to break her ass. I wasn’t that bad.

After a few pumps her ass stated to loosen up. I pushed deeper, going as deep as I could. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I didn’t want to run the risk of loosening her ropes before I was done.

I kept going for a few minutes. I felt to good to stop, but it soon grew boring. If I could change the position, maybe it would be better, but I couldn’t. Instead I took my dick out of her ass, and quickly shoved myself into her pussy.

She suddenly pulled with all her strength and I pulled out of her. Maybe she was scared I hadn’t washed? Fuck her. I pushed myself inside her again, this time grabbing her hips in my hand to stop her from moving.

Her asshole stood gapping, still the size of my dick, as if wanting more. I grabbed her butt plug, and moved it outside her ass trying to lubricate it with the gel that was still around it. Once it had some in, I shoved it inside her.

She moaned again, maybe in pain. Both her holes filled.

Her ass contracted, and soon the plug stood on its own. I let go of it and concentrated again in her pussy, moving in and out with all my strength.

I grabbed her breast in my hands, using them as handles. If last time I had been tender and loving, this time I was an animal.

My hips buckled with power of their own. Pleasure clouded my thought, and the only thing that mattered was my own pleasure.

Almost without warning I felt myself cumming again. I pushed myself as far as I could, and dropped myself over her.

Her breathing made me go up and down, and I could hear her heart beating quickly.

I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew I couldn’t.

I pulled out before the condom leaked and cum touched her pussy. I didn’t want the police to have any proof it was me. The butt plug also had to leave, and I was happy to see there was no blood on it.

The condom went to the bag with the other, and I checked the time. I had been here almost an hour. The time I had set was up. Reluctantly, I knew it was time to leave.

I had to get rid of all the evidence first. I needed to give her a shower, take her bed sheets with me, and clean everything I had touched.

I dressed myself, and knelt by her head. I could knock her out again to give her a shower, but it would be easier and quicker if she collaborated.

“Hey” I whispered to her, trying to change the tone of my voice. “I need your help, you are going to take a shower, and then I will leave.”

It was a bit gamble, if I let her go and she escaped I was doomed. But I wanted to thrust her. She didn’t seem to want to fight.

“I will replace the ropes with a pair of handcuffs. You are going to go to the bath and take a shower, and then I am gone. Nod if you understand.”

A second passed and I feared she was going to refuse. Then her head moved slowly down, an she was nodding.

I took the knife again, and cut the ropes from her hands, pulling the cuffs on at the same time. Her ankles were last, in case she decided to try to run.

She didn’t, and I slowly lifted her from the bed. Her legs gave under her weight, and I had to catch her.

Damm, I hoped I didn’t hurt her to much.

I guided her to the bathtub, and turned on the shower. I stopped her when she tried to move forward, but didn’t say anything. The water was cold yet, but once it grew warm I slowly pushed her inside.

I took the soap and gave it to her, placing it in her hands, and without saying anything else she started rubbing it all over her body. I found it strangely erotic, but the fun was over. Maybe another time.

Once I was satisfied, I turned of the water and led her out. She stood still in the cold bathroom, shivering. I used a towel to dry her, and when I was done, I wrapped her around it.

I led her to the bathroom with a hand on her back, and in no moment she made a move to escape. Taking it as a good sign, I pulled her chair out and made her sit on it.

“Stay still” I whispered again.

I started gathering all in my pack. I took her bed sheet with my as they were covered in her juices and maybe some of my cum. Her thorn panties went also in the pack.

The rest of my stuff went inside to, leaving only the washing cloths and cleaning fluid. I� used them to clean the floor where she had been, and the dildos too, just in case I had left something mine in there.

I checked the room quickly, noticing it was clean and turner to her.

I had planned for this, but I suddenly had my doubts. It was to late to change the plan, so I walked to her, and moved my head next to hers.

“I am leaving now. You will count to 30 before you can move. I will know if you don’t, so don’t try anything. Once the time is up, you will go to the bed. The key to the cuffs is on it.” I hesitated with the last part.

I wanted to plant a seed of doubt in her, but it might be to much.

“Kisses” I whispered softly. I always called her that.

I grabbed my pack and run like hell out of her house. I didn’t stop running until I was near my house, some 15 minutes later. By this time she must have called the police, so I had little time to loose.

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When I arrived to my house, I went into the garage as silently as I could and grabbed my running shorts and t-shirt. I changed, and stuffed the things I had used in the pack.

I went out again, this time I under the highway a few blocks away from my house. I grabbed the backpack and threw its contents into a concrete flower pot that was empty, separating her diary. I sprayed the rest in alcohol and set it on fire, throwing the latex gloves in last. I stayed a few minutes until everything was consumed.

I grabbed her diary, and placed it inside a small plastic bag I had, and buried it on a dark corner of grass near one of the columns of the highway. Hopefully nobody would notice the loose dirt.

My heart beating, I went back to my house and took a long shower. The water was scalding, but I wanted to make sure nothing remained on my. I placed special attention to my dick, as they were covered in her juices, but when I finished 10 minutes later I was satisfied I was clean.

I went to bed with a huge grin in my face, and was asleep surprisingly fast.

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As I woke up I remembered all that had happened last night. I was fearful to find the police around my house, but it was to late to do anything.

I got up, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I had to pretend to be angry, as I had been sulking since all of this started and it would look strange if I suddenly started being happy.

My mother was already up, but my father and my sister were apparently still sleeping. She didn’t said anything to me, so I grabbed a few toasts and poured coffee in a cup.

I ate in silence while my mind played hundreds of different scenarios. After I was done I excused myself and went back to my room.

I checked her Facebook profile and found it as it was since yesterday. I didn’t expect her to post what happened in her wall, so I wasn’t surprised.

The best I could do was wait, but it was hard to concentrate, so I decided to go out an take her diary out. I got dressed, kissed my mom goodbye and left for the park.

The loose dirt looked like it did yesterday, and I quickly unburied her diary. Dropping myself to the ground I rested my back into the nearby column, and ripped the lock away.

It started a few months before we started dating, I quickly read page after page. Apparently she was holding a secret, something she didn’t even wrote here. A fantasy maybe, but I wasn’t sure. It scared her.

I got to the time she met me, and I read how happy she was with me. It was strange reading about thins I had done as she saw them. If she was so happy with me, why the hell had she left me?

Around a week before she left me, one entry mentioned the name of her ex boyfriend.

“He shares my secret. Oh god, finally some one does. It hurts to think I will never be able to share it with nick. I fear of leaving him, but I believe I cant let this pass. It will only consume me.”

There was another entry the day she left me. She seemed hurt, writing that she thought it best to tell me over the phone and try to act cool.

She cried after I hung on her? What the hell was going on!

After that it was more of the same, how she regretted letting me go, how alone she felt unless she was with Master.

Master? Who the hell is master!

I got to the last entry, written the very same day I raped her. I mentioned another women, again this Master guy, how she had found them having sex. He apparently had told her to join, but she refused and left him.

I didn’t understand anything. If she liked me why the hell did she left me? And this Master guy, who was him?

I decided to take a huge risk and keep the diary in my house. I hid it under my shirt and placed in my room. I tried reading again the last entries, but they made no more sense than before.

I turned my computer on, and almost had a heart attack when I received an IM from her.

It simply said “I know it was you”.

Fuck, fuck, double fuck. I started panicking, I thought of escaping to somewhere far, hiding. I didn’t know how, but I had to get the hell out of here, and quickly.

Another message from her made me jump.

“I want to talk” it read.

It’s a trap. It has to be a trap. The cops will be on my ass the minute I step in her house. How could I be so stupid? I didn’t have to call her like only I did. Stupid!

Another message came in, “please”.

I could almost hear her voice. And I couldn’t resist. I still liked her, and to tell the truth, if she wanted to send the cops on me she would already had.

I asked where, and she said her house. A shivered went trough my spine. It could still be a trap, but there was nothing I could do about it. I told her I would be there in 15 minutes, and logged off.

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As I walked to her house, images assaulted my mind. Images of what I had done to her. If the time we had shared. The things I had read in her diary. It was so confusing, and I was surprised when I realized I was in front of her house.

Her dog greeted me, licking my hands as they hung to my sides. Probably looking for more candy.

Fear made me froze in front of her door. I couldn’t knock, it had to be a trap. But then the door opened and she stood behind it. She was wearing a white camisole, and her hair hung limp and wet. Her eyes were down, and she didn’t said a thing.

She moved to the side, motioning for me to enter, but still completely silent.

I went inside, and concentrated only in controlling myself. I didn’t want to start shaking in front of her.

She led me to her room, to the very same bed I had tied her last night, and I noticed that she had put new bed sheets. Sitting on her bed, she pointed to her chair, and I sat obediently.

Silence hung like lead, she wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and I feared talking with out knowing what she wanted.

“It was you” She finally said.

My silence must have been enough for her, because she continued talking.

“You took my diary. Have you read it?”

“Yes�” I said as I lowered my eyes to the floor. I had just admitted what I had done.

“I can explain what happened. Everything. But even if you might not like it, please let me finish before you ask me anything.”

Seeing that I didn’t said anything, she started telling me her side of the story.

As she wrote in her diary, it hadn’t been me. She was happy with me, but something was missing for her. Something that her ex boyfriend apparently was able to fill.

She called herself a submissive. What she wanted was someone to control her, to tell her what to do. I remember myself trying to be a gentleman with her, asking her what she wanted, if she was happy. Maybe I had made everything wrong.

“When he came he offered that what I wanted. He told me what to do, how to dress, when and what to eat. It made me happy. But he also told me to leave you.”

She was fidgeting with her hands, her eyes still on the floor.

“It wasn’t just the sex either. We hardly did it. It was more than that. But then a few days ago he told me to come to his house. I found him with another woman. Another submissive. I couldn’t take that, and I left.”

“Why did you do it? What was the difference?” I asked, more intrigued than afraid now.

She shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her camisole. “I don’t know. Maybe it made me see it was a lie. He made me fell loved, wanted. But I wasn’t sure of that after I saw her.”

I wanted to ask her so many things. But when I tried to speak only one came to mind. “Did you fell loved with me?”

She didn’t answer at first. She looked to the side, keeping her eyes far from me.

“Yes�” I heard her whisper.

She took a deep breath. “Yesterday you made me fell wanted. You took control of everything. And you were tender at first. I imagined it was you, still not knowing the truth.”

She slowly got up, and walked to her night stand. To my surprise she took out the cuffs I had left her in one hand, and the keys in the other. She went to the bed again, an sat.

“I want to be with you, but I need more. Sometimes I will need you to be the one you were yesterday.”

She extended her hands towards me, and I stared at the cuffs shining in the light of her room.

I swallowed hard, afraid and exited at the same time. She lifted her head and for the first time since I arrived, looked at me in the eye.

I saw fear in her eyes. Fear of rejection. What if I told her no?

But maybe she knew I wouldn’t. I wanted this as much as her. As I took the cuffs in my hand, she showed the faintest smile.

“Master�”

 

 

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