After a long train ride and a short taxi ride I was dropped off at the end of a small cul-de-sac, I walked down the road and found number six half way down on the right. It is a medium sized detached house, nothing special but perfectly nice, I could already see a note on the front door.
I was wearing a knee length blue skirt, a pink vest top and a thigh length coat over the top. Underneath I was wearing a black lace thong and matching bra and on my feet I had some blue heels, not too high. Finally I had a black cotton scarf draped around my neck. Basically I was dressed exactly as I had been asked to dress, to the letter.
I walked up the driveway as confidently as I could with my heart beating so fast in my chest and then read the note on the door, it said: “Lois, by entering my house you are confirming our agreement that I can do whatever I like with you until you leave tomorrow, no limits (other than what we have discussed) and no safe words. If you are happy to proceed, use your scarf to blindfold yourself and then knock on the door. I will bring you inside, put you on your knees and fuck your mouth, you will swallow all my cum. I will then lock you in a small box for between one and five hours, you will not be able to move inside the box. If this note or anything else has changed your mind then this is your last chance, leave now and do not contact me again.”.
It had been quite a while since I had a cock in my mouth and longer since I had swallowed and cum but I figured it’s like riding a bike, the up to five hours cramped in a box really didn’t seem appealing though, did I really want to go through that with a virtual stranger? Would it be worth it?
I decided it would and tied my scarf around my eyes, I folded it a few ties first and it served as a perfect blindfold, it was so effective in fact that when I went to knock I almost put my hand through the door and really hurt my knuckles!
The door opened almost immediately, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I stumbled as I was pulled into the house and then the door was shut behind me. I was in, agreement confirmed, last chance given up. With both hands on my shoulders he pushed down from behind me and I lowered myself to my knees, then he grabbed my hands and crossed them behind my back, just like Kayleigh liked to have me.
He was very quickly in front of me and I felt something touch my lips, I instinctively opened my mouth (what a slut!) and he pushed his cock in without hesitation. It really is like riding a bike, I closed my lips around him and began running my tongue over the head and just like that he was hard, his cock growing in my mouth, then he began to fuck my face.
His hand went into my hair and grabbed a handful so he could hold my head still and just thrust into my mouth, every few strokes he pushed the head of his cock into my throat a little and I’d have to concentrate on not gagging. After a couple of minutes he pulled out a little holding steady with just the head inside my lips and then he moaned and his hot salty cum filled my mouth, and I mean filled, there was a lot of it!
He pulled out almost immediately and then presumably watched while I swallowed twice moving his cum from my mouth to my stomach, it was particularly salty and sticky and not easy to swallow but I managed to get it all down. When he could see I was done he wiped his cock on my cheeks and across my top lip so that all could smell and taste was cum.
He disappeared for a minute and I just knelt there trying to listen to what was going on, then he was back behind me and lifting me by my wrists whist keeping them locked behind me, I climbed to my feet and then walking the direction I was being pushed hoping I wouldn’t go face first into something.
We went into a different room and then he abruptly pulled my arms back stopping me in my tracks, he removed my coat and I heard it thrown on to a sofa or something. Next he was by my feet, lifting each on and removing my shoes, then lifting one up high and sort of stepping me forward, when I put my foot down it was on cold metal. He helped me in with my other foot and then adjusted them so they were touching the sides of what was obviously “the box” and so I was sort of on tip toes with my heels against the back of the box. Then he pushed me down onto my knees which naturally slid apart until they touched the sides, he kept pushing until I was knelt down with my ass on my feet.
Next he wrapped one hand around my forearms which were still folded behind my back and the other on top of my head and slowly pushed it down until I was bent right over with my forehead touching the floor of the box. He held me there for a few seconds and then in a gruff throaty voice uttered his first words to me, “stay still”, and then let go. I heard a small creek and then I felt the lid touch my forearms and seconds later heard two latches being closed on the box and then, silence!
I waited a minute just listening and then I tried to move. I could move my head up and down a little but my body was completely jammed in the box, because I was bent over the way I was and was already touching the lid I couldn’t move my legs at all and the same was true for my arms which were touching the lid and both sides. I could breathe normally and didn’t have undue pressure on any one part of my body, I just couldn’t move at all!
I tried to keep relaxed, stay calm and not panic. I still had a strong taste of cum in my mouth and with every breath that is all I could smell. There was nothing else to do but wait……….
Somewhere along the way I completely lost track of how long I had been in there, my mind drifted to various kidnap and torture fantasies amongst other things but then my body started to ache and eventually all I could think about was getting out of the box and moving my arms and legs. Despite knowing full well I couldn’t move I still tried to wriggle and move but to no avail. After a while longer I just wanted to scream in total frustration but the box stayed shut and I continued breathing in the smell of cum.
Eventually came the welcome sound of the latches on the box being opened, as the lid came up and pulled my skin were it had adhered to the metal I used all my will power to keep from immediately jumping out of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled, I went with him first bending my body back upright and then bending my aching joints and standing on very shaky legs. I desperately wanted to move my arms but I kept them behind me because I didn’t want to give him any reason to put me back in the box. Once I could stand up straight he pulled my arms apart and let them hand by my sides, it was a mixture of pain and relief as I allowed them to move again.
He started to speak, “You were in the box for nearly two hours, if you piss me off at any point I will put you back in and you won’t come out until it’s time to leave. Do you understand?”, I relied “yes Sir”. His reply came quickly, “I don’t go in for all that Sir, Master business. If I ask you a question just answer like a normal person, I’m not your “Maaaster” I’m just a guy who wants to fuck you and fuck you up a bit, OK?”, I nodded, blushed and just said “yes”. He said, “take off your blindfold”.
My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light but when they did I saw a guy in his early thirties, stocky and carrying a bit of extra weight but he could pull it off as he was tall, at least six foot. He had short brown hair and stubble, he was wearing blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he was smiling. He wasn’t gorgeous but he wasn’t ugly either, just average looks really, I smiled back somewhat shyly as the thought popped into my head that his cum was already in my stomach.
He gestured and I followed him upstairs and into a bedroom, I think it was a spare room because it seemed a bit too empty and tidy to be used every day. He turned around and stood very close to me, way into my personal space and said “Did you get wet in my box?”, I just looked at him and blushed again! I blush a lot, it is really ridiculous but I can’t help it. He grabbed my chin roughly and put his face right in mine and said “if I ask you a question I expect you to answer it”, it wasn’t really menacing or anything but he got his point across! I said “yes, a little”, more blushing.
He grinned again, he has quite a cheeky grin, and then pushed his hand between my legs and pushed his fingers against my pussy through my thong which was in truth soaked through, his grin widened and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He said “lets see if we can wipe that grin off your face shall we?” and then turned around and picked up my overnight bag.
He unzipped the bag and then tipped it up and dumped the entire contents on the bed, my spare clothes, underwear, shower bag, makeup and the few toys he had asked me to bring all spilled out all over the place. He obviously didn’t find what he was looking for because he left it all there and turned back to me and told me to bend over the end of the bed.
The bed had a metal header and footer so I bent over it and laid my body on all the crap he just tipped out. He kicked the insides of my feet until he was happy with how far they were apart and then came right up close behind me, I could feel his erection pressing against my ass as he pulled my skirt up and bundled my thong so it was between my pussy lips and buried so far up my ass it might never come out. Then I listened to him unbuckle his belt before he stepped back.
He isn’t really one for warming up, he whipped my ass ten times in close succession and he did it damn hard. My ass was stinging almost straight away but I had no time to think about it because he then swung the belt up between my legs and hit me just as hard directly on my pussy. I yelped and my legs buckled as the stinging pain shot through my groin but I stayed basically on my feet. There was a laugh in his voice when he said “Did you like that last one slut?”, I managed to get out a short breathy “yes”.
Back behind me now his fingers were running across my now slightly puffy pussy lips, he pulled my thong out from between them and ran two fingers down my slit, I was plenty turned on by what was happening so he had no problem pushing them inside me until they were buried deep. He left them there for a good minute, just moving them around inside me causing an occasional gasp or moan to escape my lips, then he yanked them back out and wiped my juices on my skirt.
He grabbed me around the waist and picked me up, walked back away from the bed a couple of steps then dumped me back on my feet again and told me to lean my hands on the end of the bed. With me basically bent over he tried to pull my thong down but with my legs spread they wouldn’t go down so he grabbed the crotch of them and put his other hand on my ass and just pulled them until the thin lace ripped and they came away in his hand. He threw them on the floor under my face and I secretly rolled my eyes, he just ruined my favourite black underwear!
I thought I knew what was coming when he said “hold still or I’ll do it harder”, more pussy whipping, but instead he swung his foot up between my legs and kicked me directly in the cunt. My legs immediately gave way and I fell to my knees clutching my groin and moaning. I don’t know how to describe the pain this produces, for me it is unlike any other pain and it kind of pulses through my body radiating from my pussy which had immediately started to puff up. That is not to say I don’t like the pain, it is just a somewhat intense sensation especially when you aren’t expecting it!
Several years ago I was playing with a guy who quite enjoyed this sort of play and he kicked me so hard that he fractured my pelvis. We didn’t realise at the time and he still fucked me afterwards, it was incredibly painful and very embarrassing the next day when I had to go to hospital and make up some lame story about falling on a fence!
Anyway, he left me on my knees trying to pull myself together for a minute and then said “I’m pretty sure I told you to hold still or I’d do it harder. Do you remember that Lois?”. I was listening but I didn’t answer, my pussy was still throbbing. He came over to me and told me to stand up, my legs were a little wobbly but he was very helpful and grabbed a handful of my hair to help me up.
Smiling he said “Now. Because you moved I am going to do that again but this time I’m going to do it harder, AND, I’m wearing shoes so it will hurt more, ok?”. I looked down at his feet, he was wearing some sort of grey walking trainers with metal loops for the round orange laces which were tied in a bow. He put his hand under my chin and moved my head back up so I was looking at him and said “O, K, ?”. He had a huge grin on his face and it just made me laugh, I smirked and said “OoooooKaaaaay” in the same way he had. He laughed, let go of me and said “assume the position then!”
I stood back in position, spread my legs and leant over onto the foot of the bed like before. This time though I knew what was coming, I knew it was going to be bad and it took all my self control to stay in position. If I had been facing him and knew when it was coming I don’t think I could have stayed still.
Suddenly my vision was filled with stars as my pussy exploded in pain, I was on the floor again curled into the fetal position with my hands cupping my pussy. I could hear him laughing as I writhed about with my eyes tightly shut and not making a sound. It was one of the most extreme pains I have felt and I really wish I could properly describe it but I think it is one of those things you would have to experience to understand.
Eventually I felt like I could breath again and managed to open my eyes and look around, he was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching me with a big grin on his face, I managed a smirk but stayed on the floor. He gave me another couple of minutes and then left the room and came back with a glass of water, I started to get up and reached out to take the water but instead of handing me the glass he just threw the water directly in my face!
I wasn’t expecting it at all and I was just about to call him an asshole when he burst out laughing and I just couldn’t help but laugh too! He said there is more in the tap if I want a drink so I snatched the glass off him and wondered to the bathroom trying my best to walk normally despite the now very noticeable swelling between my legs.
I returned from the bathroom with the glass half full of water, my intention was to retaliate with a water attack of my own….
Just to clarify, this isn’t a D/s thing, whilst he is dominant and I am generally submissive this little “hook-up” was about him being a sadist and me being a masochist. I did as I was told most of the time but only because I wanted him to do the things he was going to do. As I mentioned, no strings, just a bit of fun!
…but I stopped when I entered the room because he wasn’t in there. Then he grabbed me from behind, reaching under my left arm and grabbing my throat with one hand and grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the water with his other. He said “Is that for me?” and then took the glass out of my hand and let me go. I walked a few steps into the room and then turned around, he was watching me and drinking the water.
“So what now?” I asked, he just looked at me for a little bit and I started to feel self-conscious. Eventually he said, “Lets see your tits then, top off, bra off”, then he took another sip of his drink and kept staring. Blushing again I pulled my top over my head and threw it on the bed, then unfastened my bra and let it slide down my arms revealing my tits to him for the first time. I stood with my arms by my sides, bra hanging from one hand whilst he leant on the door frame and took in the sights, the silence was deafening and I had to fight an embarrassed smile from spreading across my face. He could tell I was feeling uncomfortable and he was enjoying it.
Then he said “make your nipple hard”, I smirked, rolled me eyes and threw my bra on to the bed. Really I was glad to have something to do, I took a nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and gentle rolled my nipples between them, within five seconds they were both standing to attention. I let go of them and then gestured to my tits and said “happy?”, he smirked, shook his head and said “oh no, not yet. get a couple of your binder clamps off the bed”.
I got the clamps and held them up for him to see, they are the type shown in the picture to the left, about one and a half inches wide, black and made of strong metal. I’m sure a lot of you have used these and will therefore know how strong they are, much stronger than a normal clip. I dangled them from my finger and held them out, what do you want me to do with them? I knew the answer, or at least I thought I did, but I was feeling a bit brazen!
He smiled and said “well, as seen as you can’t stop being cocky you can put the first one on your tongue and then get another one”. So it turned out I didn’t know the answer! I gave him a “you’ve got to be kidding me” look but he gestured for me to do it so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I got one of the clamps ready in my hand and squeezed it to hold it open then slid it around my tongue until the tip touched the inside of it, then I gently let the clip close onto my tongue. It really hurt! I tried not to show it but the clip was really strong and really dug into my tongue, I also immediately found out that I couldn’t put my tongue back into my mouth properly because of the metal “wings” on the clip.
I picked up another clip and turned back to face him, he said “anything cocky to say?”, I said “uck oss”, he smiled and said “I think you know what to do with those two”. I took my left tit in my hand, squeezed it a little and then applied the clip the same way as I had done on my tongue. Then I did the same on the other tit, I let the clip bite just behind my nipple so it was squeezing the meat and not directly on the nipple. They felt amazing, they are such strong clips and they were pinching my tit meat so hard, I loved it and my pussy was reacting appropriately.
He sauntered over to me and took one of the clips and twisted it downwards, which hurt, then he started fiddling with the little metal “wing” that you use to open it, I couldn’t really see what he was doing but then he twisted it upwards and started fiddling with the one on the other side. Eventually he moved so I could see what he had done, he’d removed them! Apparently if you squeeze the metal wings inwards you can detach them from the clip thus leaving you, or rather me, unable to open the clip again! He then let me watch as he did the same thing with the other one.
Just as he was finishing with that one some drool ran out of the side of my mouth and dripped onto my tit. In the best voice I could muster I said “an I tek this oss now?” (Can I take this off now?) to which he laughed, grabbed my tongue clip and pulled my tongue out of my mouth with it which hurt like a bitch! He kept pulling and I had to follow him, led by my tongue, over to the door which he shut. Then he tried to hook the tongue clip onto the hook on the back of the door but I was no where near tall enough. He let go of the clip and disappeared through the door leaving me extremely tempted to just take it off. The problem with clamps though, no matter how much they hurt when they are on, they always hurt more when you take them off!
He came back fairly quickly though and span me round before pulling my hands behind my back and wrapping tape around my wrists, around both first and then in between so there was no way I could get out of it, not for some time anyway, then he span me back round and threaded a piece of string through one of the wings on the tongue clip and tied it off, then used that to lead me back to the door which he closed again. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what came next, he wrapped the string around the door hook and then pulled it until I was on my tip toes with my tongue pulled out of my mouth and then tied it off and stepped back to admire his handy work.
It was really hard to stay in that position, on my tip toes without my arms to balance and my tongue stretched out and clamped, the nipple clips were really painful but I barely noticed them as I tried to stay still. Then I felt something pushed between my thighs from behind and then pushed up against my pussy, it was a vibrator and it was turned up high. I was already pretty horny but when he pushed that buzzing little thing against my clit it almost instantly took me to the next level.
At the best of times I find it difficult to stay standing upright while I cum and I knew that it was going to be really painful for my tongue if I didn’t manage to stay on my tip toes. It didn’t take long for me to get close, clitoral stimulation will do it for me every time, and with my tongue restrained the way it was I was drooling all down my chin and onto my tits, my legs were starting to go wobbly and I knew the clip was going to get ripped off my tongue when I came and that it would be horribly painful, then he pulled the vibe away and left me hanging there on the edge of a climax. That was more torture than any of the rest!
In my mind I was think “What a total bastard” but I kept my mouth shut I didn’t want to show him how much it bothered me or I might not get to cum all weekend. By the time he came back over to me I had drool all down my chin and all over my tits. He didn’t untie the clip from the door, instead he opened it and released my tongue which was pure agony and total relief all at the same time, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and it felt very strange, it must have been swollen because it felt massive in my mouth.
He obviously liked me on my tip toes though because next he tied a piece of string to each of the nipple clips and then, smiling sweetly asked my to stand back on my tip toes before tying them off to the door hook with my nipples stretched out. The clips were biting into my nipples pretty bad by that point and being pulled only made it worse but I tried my best not to let it show. The next thing he did was to unzip my skirt and slide it down my legs, finally leaving me completely naked in front of this person I had only met a few hours earlier. He wasn’t shy though, after moving my skirt out of the way he pushed his hand between my legs from behind once again and then began rubbing something at the opening of my pussy, I quickly realised it was my horse tail anal plug when I felt the long hair tickling my legs, once he had coated it with the copious juices available he pushed it into my ass with surprisingly little resistance.
My hands weren’t tied tightly but they were tied securely, despite this though he added another layer of tape on them and then said “Count to one thousand and eighty and then come down to the kitchen” before walking out of the room. I immediately realised that meant thirty minutes stuck in this predicament and started counting in my head, what didn’t dawn on my straight away was that to get free and go downstairs I would have to get free on my own, without my hands.
Whilst I counted I tried to work out the best way to do this but really it wasn’t going to make a hell of a lot of difference, I was going to have to pull away until both clips were ripped off my nipples still fully closed and it was going to hurt, a lot!
Thirty minutes doesn’t seem like a long time in normal life but standing on your tip toes with your nipples being stretched and crushed at the same time whist your ass is full of a large plug, it feels like an eternity! Finally I got to one thousand seven hundred and forty and began to prepare myself, big breaths in and long breaths out and on 1800 I stepped down and back and yanked my chest back.
It was worse than I was expecting, as the clips slid from crushing my areoles they crushed my nipples all the way down until finally they pinched the tips of them as they came off. You know when you pinch your skin in something and you get a blood blister? Image that on the end of both your nipples combined with the brutal pain of removing clamps that have been on that long, tears welled in my eyes as I screwed them up just trying to take the pain, I desperately wanted to cup my breasts but there was no way my wrists were coming free, I just leant on the wall and tried to breathe.
I gave myself a couple of minutes to recover and then looked down, my nipples were swollen and hard and had little blood blisters on them. After negotiating the stairs very carefully (falling on the stairs with my arms bound behind me isn’t the sort of pain I was after) I found the kitchen and walked in. He was wearing a suite and tie and looking very handsome, he was sat at a table with two tall candles burning and in front of him was a plate containing a nice meal and a glass of wine. Across the table there was another place set, this one had a large metal dog bowl filled with the same food but cut up small and a smaller dog bowl containing wine (I hoped!). It was a little predictable to be honest but making a sub eat out a dog bowl, it’s a classic isn’t it?
He got up and pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman and when I gingerly sat down ensuring I swished my tail to one side first!, he pushed it back in under me. With my arms bound behind me I was sat in quite an awkward position, leant forward in the chair. He sat down opposite me looking all smart and I felt ridiculous, I knew my makeup would be all over the place and I had dried spit all over my chin and chest, not to mention my huge swollen nipples pointing at him like little fingers.
To my surprise he started talking fairly normal things, what he likes to do, what I like to do and despite my position it almost felt like two people just having a chat, the illusion was shattered though when he said “Eat up, it’s going cold” and I was forced to push my face into the food and eat it like a dog, then lap at the wine which was actually quite a nice bottle!
When I looked back up my cheeks were bright red, I had sauce on my face and I just felt completely humiliated, he was smiling at me and I just rolled my eyes. He got up and came over to me, wiped my face with his napkin and then said “Time for desert, open your mouth” then cleared his throat and “hocked up”.
Now this has been done to me before and its totally and utterly disgusting and for some reason I am so turned on by it! I think, and I am no psychologist, that I like it because I find it disgusting but it is such a submissive thing to do, open your mouth and let someone spit in it, it’s horrible but I’m getting wet just thinking about it now. I’m so weird, I’ve given up trying to understand myself!
TO BE CONTINUED
(sorry but I’m struggling to find time to finish writing this so I thought I’d post this part and then at least you’re getting something!)