NB: This is my second story, after “Sara and Ms Davies” – thanks to everyone who liked that, by the way, and everyone who has emailed and reviewed it. This is more of a male submission story, as I’m a bit of a submissive male myself, and has quite a few similar traits to “Sara and Ms Davies”, but it’s less consensual, it’s only one (rather big) part and, of course, features a male sub. Enjoy.
I consider myself to have a dominant personality. Perhaps not in life, but most certainly in sex. Well, perhaps not in actual sex, either. I’m not all that an experimental guy – I’m usually kind of afraid to ask my partner to go the extra step to a domination and submission fantasy – the last time I even tried it, the girl was out the door in a matter of seconds. No, I know I’m a dominant sex guy because of the porn I watch. I have pretty much every “damsel-in-distress” video ever made – ones where the girl’s tied naked to the train tracks, ones where she’s kidnapped by pirates, even this weird one where the girl’s lost in the woods and forced to please some sort of angry man-bear. There’s this amazing collection where these girls (each looking like Britney Spears (circa 2000)) all have to submit in a fantasy world of bondage and mayhem. However, the ones that turn me on the most are the ones where there isn’t any fantasy – the girl submits, in a normal apartment. Makes me think it could actually happen to me – that I could have some hot slave in my flat. There are quite a few videos like that – usually quite low budget, obviously – and I’m pretty sure I have every one. I’m signed up to pretty much every porn service there is. Unashamedly too, I might add. There are some pornos I won’t watch, obviously. Quite a few, for that matter. Straight up sex is a turn off. I want to see some girl being submissive, totally forced to do as her master wants – none of this consensual stuff. And, to that end, I don’t like a woman being dominant. It seems wrong. I’ve got nothing against it in real life, don’t get me wrong, but in my fantasy, it’s the man who’s holding the whip and forcing the woman. That’s how it should be.
So, anyway. I consider myself to have a dominant personality, like I’ve said. I’m also a bit of an opportunist. Which is sort of how this whole thing happened. I was sitting at the bar at the end of the week – wasn’t crowded as it’s a pretty small town and it was late – just looking into my glass. Suddenly, who should walk in – unattended, I might add – but Alexis Loxx, star of one of my all-time favourite pornos. I must have watched that beauty over a hundred times, pumping furiously as she wiggled that ass. It’s just such an amazing porno – I think it won more awards than any other for 2004. It opens with Alexis being dragged into a room by her hair and being forced to strip. Now, Alexis is no eye-sore. Blonde, beautiful hair – massive boobs, thin as you like – your standard porn-girl – and she’s just standing there, totally naked in front of the camera with a gloriously innocent look on her face. These random men tell her she’s a slave now (the plot’s a bit poor, I know…), and instantly she gets on her hands and knees and starts to suck this guy off, as another man handcuffs her hands behind her back. As she does this, someone rips her clothes off and starts to whip her, much to the delight of the audience at the back of the room. They fuck her senseless, then they spank her a little, before the best bit – they put a collar round her neck and parade her around the room butt naked as she whimpers like some worthless little dog. It’s incredible – simple, yet incredible. I’m pretty sure I’ve never watched it the whole way through – too good to manage. The thing that always gets me is when she’s tied up and begging to be fucked. She has the best little puppy dog eyes, and even as she’s struggling with the ropes she’s pleading with her captors to be fucked. She has a nice Texan drawl as well, so that sort of seals the deal – the ultimate damsel in distress. And she was just sitting there, at the bar, waiting.
Of course, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I turned my head and smiled at her, flashing my teeth – I call it the “Tom Cruise Flash”. I don’t really look like Tom Cruise, I’ll be honest, but it’s a confidence thing. She smiled back, with those big beautiful blue eyes – there was no-one else at the bar, and I suppose I looked quite the catch – sitting alone, smiling inanely at a woman I knew from so many viewings in a porn video. But, of course, it’s all about charm. I flashed her the smile again, hoping old Tom Cruise wouldn’t fail me now. I moved a chair closer, and moved my head towards her a bit more.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I put on my best cultured accent. Problem is that I usually go British when I do that. Fortunately, she seemed less than horrified at my strange attempt at class, and chuckled at my offer.
“Sure. Bacardi and Coke.” She looked down at her lap as she played with her hair – classic signs that she was both submissive and into me. I chuckled as I hailed the bartender and ordered the drink, before returning to Alexis. She was stunning, no doubt about it. She was your stereotypical porn-girl, though – if you saw her in the street, you wouldn’t be surprised if she started stripping as soon as a camera came on her. She looked like a slut, no doubt about it. I looked down at her massive breasts, remembering those nipples and how she yelped like a dog when they were pulled – how she begged for mercy when they put those clamps on her. I was still in shock that she was here, and realised after about a minute that I had been staring at her breasts without saying anything. I looked up at her face, to see a bemused expression. Damn. She was dangerously close to finding out that I was a pervert. I composed myself and smiled again. Funnily, she smiled again – she didn’t seem all that turned off by my leering. She probably likes it, dirty whore, I thought to myself. It was time for stage two of the operation.
“Don’t I…know you from somewhere?” I had to be as subtle as possible – I assumed some adult film actresses are not really comfortable talking about their work to strangers. Also, there was still the chance that she was just a respectable doppelganger, who had the misfortune of looking like a porn actress. She turned and looked at me, giving a sly smile.
“You might…” She ran her finger seductively around her glass, letting the drops of water vapour to run down it slowly. She knew how to be sexy – well, one would expect so, given that it was her job.
“I do! A film, right?” Again, playing it cool. Shouting to everyone that she worked in the porn industry may not have been the smartest move – then again, we were everybody in this bar, apart from the bartender, who seemed a bit doddery. Again, she smiled and looked at me.
“Yeah. You could call it that. Adult entertainment, hon.” Fucking yes. My mind wasn’t playing tricks. My eyes lit up, probably noticeably. I went back to my own drink to hide my excitement.
“Hah. I thought I recognised you from that…was it called “Sexsluts in Chains” or something?” Of course it was, I’d watched the thing a thousand times, of course it was. I just thought she wouldn’t want to know I was her biggest ever fan.
“Yeah, that was the one. Been in some other stuff since that, though.”
“Oh really? Anything I might have heard of?” Her eyes twinkled, and she started playing with her glass again.
“Yeah…I was tied up and whipped by this guy in this film last year. That won a couple of awards, but nothing like Sexsluts.” I had seen the other film, it wasn’t great – the guy whipping her didn’t look all that dominant, and Alexis just seemed tired after a bit – she had to do all the acting as this feeble man tried to whip her. It was still great to see her plead and beg for mercy, as always.
“Man. I loved that Sexsluts film. That bit where they parade you naked around the room with a collar like a dog? I loved it. Wow. This certainly is a coincidence, I must say.” This was when I moved in for the kill. Get her interested, lay the trap and then maybe I’d have my own sexslut, crawling about on the floor. Sure, it was a long shot. Hell, I’d never been in a dom/sub relationship – just seen it on television, like I said. The chances of me getting one of the all-time-sexiest-submissive women were exceptionally low. Still, I love the idea of the underdog doing well for once.
“Coincidence? Why is it a coincidence?”
“Oh, purely because I also direct adult entertainment films.” Her eyes widened as I said this – she seemed excited at the idea of us being in the same field of work.
“Really?! That is very interesting. What sort of things do you do?”
“Oh, I dabble, mostly – started out by doing just vanilla stuff, now I’m starting to move into male domination, you know? Girls in chains, being forced to be slaves – inspired greatly by your 2004 film, I must say.” She blushed at this – flattery always works. People love to hear how great their work is, regardless of whether it’s being a doctor or a whore.
“Well, it’s always good to know that there are fans out there, especially ones which are directors, like yourself. Doing anything at the moment?”
“Yeah, we’re doing a sort of kidnap fantasy thing – a girl is taken from her apartment and forced to be a slave to these men, acting like a dog. It’s very sexy, but I just can’t find a leading lady, you know?” I looked at her, hinting something very obviously. She smiled to herself. Either she had caught on, or she was an idiot.
“Well, that’s interesting. I’m out of work at the moment. Perhaps I could audition some time?”
My heart jumped. Holy shit, it was working. “Yeah, sure, come by the office anytime you like, and we can work something out.”
“Well…there’s no-one around here at the moment. I could always audition now.” Those big blue eyes looked up at me as she said this in her sweet Texan drawl. This was not happening. It was some sort of wonderful, wonderful dream.
“Um…sure. That sounds good. Well…I guess, you’d have to be naked, you know…” Surely she wasn’t going to. My heart was pounding with excitement.
“Whatever my Master should so wish.” My cock suddenly became so hard that it hurt. She…she was doing it! She took off her blouse, and removed her skirt, before she was just standing before me in a bra and panties. “Do I have to take these off too, Sir?” I swear to God, I almost came at that. I was able to control myself and say something resembling a sentence.
“W-well, if you want to – it looks great anyway…” In an instant she was naked. The world’s sexiest woman, in my own humble opinion, naked before me. I couldn’t believe it.
“What shall I do now, Master?” That sweet innocent voice was driving me crazy. I stammered and coughed a little bit, unable to believe my eyes.
“J-just cr-crawl a bit on the floor, that’d be great, Alexis…” I was still in shock as she crawled about, like a dirty little slut. I was dizzy with excitement. Her perfect body, those curves, those breasts, those shapes, all available to me. I was her Master, she had said it herself. I was giddy. I looked down at her, watching her breasts sway and her ass wiggle, and started to feel a bit sick. Shit. Shit! Of all days, for me to not hold my alcohol, this had to be it. My head was telling me to sleep, but my cock was telling me to continue watching this beautiful women. In situations like this, the head usually wins. I hit the counter with a painful thud, and suddenly everything went black.
I woke up, still a bit dizzy, and obviously slightly confused. I always am, when I wake up after collapsing from alcohol, but I had reason to be more confused this time. Firstly, I had only had one beer, and although I am a bit of a light-weight, I still can’t believe I was downed by that. Secondly, it was pitch-black and very cold. Alexis had gone, and I had no idea where I was. I had the horrible feeling I was naked – I slowly realised that my legs and arms were bare, and tried to cover myself up – I’m a modest man, obviously. And of course, that’s when the panic really set in. I couldn’t move my hands or my legs – they were tied behind me. I felt something cold running down my neck and back, and tried to feel what it was – seemed like some sort of pole. I pulled as hard as I could against the pole – I’m not sure what I was trying to do, dislodge the pole or break my arms off. I flailed about as best a naked, helpless man can when tied to a pole, before finally deciding to use the only thing on my body that wasn’t restricted – my mouth. I started yelling some desperate calls for help, followed by some meek profanities, followed by some very strong profanities. Eventually, a light went on in another room. A very thin sliver of light came into my room, and I had the opportunity to take in my surroundings. The light was very dim, but I still could see that it was a sort of bar, but not the same one in which Alexis had been crawling before me – it seemed bigger and there seemed to be lots more poles. My brain was rather slow, partly due to the alcohol and mostly due to my own stupidity – so I was still exceptionally confused. Suddenly, the door opened, and my thin sliver of light became a beacon. I could see the room, and, perhaps more importantly, who was coming into the room, a bit more clearly. I stared wide-eyed as they walked slowly over to the light switch, and lit up the whole bar. My fears were confirmed. The bar was a strip club, complete with many poles, and I was tied to one of them. Worst yet, the person who had just revealed all this to me was Alexis, but not as I knew her.
Firstly, she was no longer naked. She was dressed in heels, and a corset, with long, fishnet stockings whilst holding (worryingly) a whip. And, as if I need to tell you, she was no longer submissive. She was standing upright, and she had a glint in her eye when she looked at me – the sweet, submissive, innocent little girl had gone, and a vulture stalking its helpless and wide-eyed prey had replaced her. She slowly made her way from behind the bar and walked over to me, her heels making that horrible “clack” sound as she did so. She did it ever so slowly, making the wait even worse.
Clack…clack…clack. I began to sweat.
I had been silent all this time out of shock rather than my mouth being impaired in some way, and thus once the shock had worn off, I began to speak. Apparently there are a certain amount of stages that you go through when you’re in such a situation. I’ll tell you now, I just started babbling as much crap as I could – I threatened her with violence, I promised her I’d tell no-one if she let me go now, I threatened her with death, I promised to definitely give her the part in this film – I called her a whore, a bitch, a slut, then a beautiful, intelligent and witty woman (I’m not sure why witty. Just came to me). Still she was walking towards me, still her heels were making that awful, awful sound. She smiled sweetly and placed her finger over my lips.
“Shhhh.” I was instantly silent. Even dominant, she was still beautiful – plus this was the first physical contact I had had with my dream woman, even if it was whilst I was tied up, naked and swearing at her. She stroked my face, and I still couldn’t find any words. She was exceptionally beautiful. She looked as though she really felt for me in my plight. Suddenly she slapped my face and placed a bit of duct tape over my mouth, before turning away and facing me with those suddenly fiery eyes. She had a small smile in her face, and was holding her whip in both hands. I was struggling, and making muffled threats to her – she stopped them immediately with another slap.
“I think it’s time you let me speak.” She stepped down from the strip club pole and sat down on one of the chairs, usually occupied by a big, sweaty, horny man – or in other words, me. “Do you know how many times I’ve fended off the advances of some fat fuck like yourself? Always asking me to get down on my hands and knees and suck them off, like in the film? One guy tried to put a collar around my neck, the asshole. Usually I just ignore pricks like yourself, but tonight…well. Tonight I thought I’d try something a bit different.” She smiled at this, and looked down at her whip. “You remember that film I was telling you about? Not the famous one, but my later one? You wanna know why the guy dominating me looks so weak and feeble?” She grinned up at me, pausing for dramatic effect. “Because every night,” her eyes were looking straight into mine – hers with sadistic delight, mine with ever-increasing fear, “Every night, I’d tie that son-of-a-bitch up and make him sorry he was ever born. Whether he liked it or not. Originally he said he was willing to try something new, by the end of it he was just begging for fucking mercy. How can you truly dominate someone before a camera, knowing that they’re going to tie you up and do what the fuck they like to you once the cameras stop rolling?” She was still smiling as she reclined out on a couch behind the chair. “My personal differs greatly from my professional. I don’t do female domination on camera because it’s all so fake. Plus, the people who audition to be whipped and fucked by a woman already know the supremacy of the female species. What’s the point of preaching to the choir? However, preaching to a bad little boy who lies to innocent little girls does have a point.” She looked up at me, coldly, before walking slowly up to pull of the piece of duct tape, making me yelp out. “Do you direct adult entertainment films?” she asked, knowing the answer she wanted to hear. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite understand.
“Let me go you fucking whore! I know your production company! I can get you fired…” Suddenly she smashed the whip down on my helpless nipple. Now, I’d seen that done plenty of times to Alexis and other porn actresses, but never had the stupidity to try it myself. It hurt. A lot. I screamed out, and struggled more, before continuing my rampage against her. Again, the whip came down, on the other nipple. I screamed out again, and looked up at her. She was much taller in the heels.
“Answer the question. Do you direct adult entertainment films?”
“Y-yeah. Totally. You’re definitely not getting the part now…” Again, the whip. I bit my lip to stop the screaming. She grabbed my nipple and started to twist, causing me to shout as hard as I could – you probably could have heard it from outside. She looked at me with those big, cold eyes.
“You’re lying again. Tell me the truth. Do you direct adult entertainment films?” I swallowed my pride to stop the pain.
“N-no.” She beamed, and grabbed my nipple, glowing now, and gave it a nice big twist anyway.
“That’s because you lied in the first place. Well…” She looked at me, with those eyes, which were half evil, half innocent, “…it’s actually because I can do what the fuck I like. Because you’re a tied up little toy for me to play with!” She was circling my nipple with her very long fingernails. “Tsch. Does look very red, doesn’t it. Tell me…what’s your real job then, my tied-up little pain toy?”
“…I work at an adult videostore. It’s…very popular.” She laughed heartily when I told her this.
“So you’re a pervert! I see!” I looked at her, anger boiling in my blood.
“I’m not a pervert! I just…” The whip came down again, this time on my ass. I yelped and jumped up: the laughing stopped.
“Yes you are. You’re a filthy pervert who lied to me, who works at a sex shop.” I didn’t want to risk another whipping, and lowered my eyes.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” She looked at me, smiling, knowing the humiliation that she was inflicting on me.
“Yes I am a filthy pervert who lied to you and who works at a sex shop.” I stared at her with a hatred so strong – I never would have believed that I would hate Alexis Loxx, of all people, this much. Especially after that display in the other bar.
“Hmm.” She growled slightly, well, less animalistic, but more displeased – which, as I had seen before, was just as bad, if not worse. “I don’t think you’re showing me much respect. Or maybe I’m showing you too much, I can’t quite tell. Anyway, from now on, you’re going to call me Mistress.” She looked at me, smiling sweetly. “I can’t quite decide what to call you. I could settle for just plain slave…or bitch…or slut…or maybe sexslut! You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bit of irony, eh, sexslut?” She looked angrily at me, before whipping my ass with her crop again. “Answer me, slut!”
“Owwww! Yes Mistress!” I winced. Like I said, I hate female domination. Even when it’s women on women. And now was even worse. I’d never felt so degraded in my whole life. I struggled with the bonds again, hoping maybe the bitch had tied it a little too loose or something.
“Oh, does someone not like their new ropes? Maybe we can untie them and have some more fun, slut!” My eyes widened at this. A chance to escape. Or better. Grab her and tie her up and see how she likes it. Sadly, in a matter of seconds, I knew that I wasn’t going to get such an opportunity, as Alexis pulled out a knife from a bag which I had only just realised was next to my feet. “Move, and I’ll slit your throat, slave. Understand?” I nodded slowly, looking at the glinting knife with horror. This bitch was crazy! She undid the ropes, and threw me to the floor, chuckling slightly.
“Oh, you filthy pervert. How many times have you watched ‘Sexsluts in Chains’, then?” She laughed as she circled me, helpless, on the floor. “Yeah, I can see you, jacking off to me. When I’m all tied up, as men helplessly fuck me and call me a whore as I scream for mercy.” I looked down at my cock. It started to go hard, right on cue. Alexis did not miss this. “Hah! What a slut! What a filthy dirty slut! You’re getting hard right now!” She pulled me up by the hair. “Come on then. How many times have you watched it, slut?”
I looked down at the floor. “About…three, Mistress.” Instantly she slapped me in the face and pulled my hair harder.
“Why do you constantly lie to me, bitch? Tell your Mistress the truth.” I looked down at the floor again. How could I tell her? I didn’t even know. Must have been close to ninety views, perhaps a hundred. I sighed to myself. I am such a pervert.
“I…I don’t honestly know, Mistress. A hundred?” She burst out laughing as I looked down at the floor.
“A hundred?! You’re unbelievable, slave! You are the most worthless pervert that has ever had the privilege of meeting me! You probably know the fucking thing off by heart, you dirty slut!” She was laughing even as she whipped me, thwacking the crop down onto my back, making me yelp out in pain. “I should whip you as many times as you’ve seen me whipped – must be well over ten thousand, don’t you think, slave?” My eyes widened.
“Please Mistress…please no, I’ll do anything…” I hated myself. I was doing my best damsel-in-distress impression. Fuck. What kind of a man was I, writhing about on the floor here as this porn slut laughed at me? She stared down at me, with those eyes, those enchanting eyes – and smiled.
“Anything?”
It was so clichéd, and yet so sexy. If the roles had been reversed, I probably
would have died at hearing her say “anything” again in that sexy, desperate
“You probably remember this scene slave, given the amount of times you’ve pleasured yourself to it. It’s the one where the slut (or you, today) is chained to a pole, and is left to hang, helplessly, whilst the slut’s master (me) whips the slut. Shall we give it a go?” I shook my head in desperation – hell, I was in a terrible situation, what could possibly make it worse? She smiled at me sweetly. “Well, now, slave…it’s not really your choice, is it?” She continued her sweet smile as she swung the whip, preparing the first strike, whilst I whimpered. “Now, do you remember what happened on the porn, slut? Do you remember I was whipped twenty times and had to thank the torturer each time? Every time you forget to thank me, I’ll whip you again. Remember that, slave.”
The first strike came down suddenly and shot through my body worse than all the other times I had been hit with that other puny crop. This was a real whip, a cat-o-nine tails, whatever you wanna call it. I was screaming for about ten seconds, begging this woman for no more, pleading to her like some miserable slave would to a master. Of course, I didn’t thank her, in my anguish, and that did not go down well.
“Oh, I said that you should thank me! You must have misheard, bitch. Let’s try it again, shall we? One.” It shot through my entire body again, and I yelped out before correcting myself with a feeble “Thank you, Mistress.” She seemed satisfied with this, and struck again, this time on my ass, which was still reeling from the earlier beating.
“Ahhhh FUCK! Thank you Mistress!” This time, I was a little bit more passionate. The pain was unbearable, I could feel the marks being left there – not welts, more wounds. Alexis smiled at me as she whipped me, I could feel those eyes staring at me and laughing at me. I was nothing to her. I filled up with rage again, and after ten painful whips I tried to kick out at her, which only made me look foolish – dangling and hanging from this pole, I swung from side to side, without touching Alexis. She growled.
“I don’t like it when my slaves try to mutiny. I didn’t do that when I was chained up there, did I, slut?” I lowered my eyes, blushing. I couldn’t exactly pretend I hadn’t tried to kick her, it was quite blatant. I felt the whip come down again, and she grabbed the back of my head, pulling her face close to mine. If she hadn’t just whipped me, I could have sworn she was going to kiss me. Instead, she slapped me in the face and looked me in the eyes with a cold fury I had not seen before.
“I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Is that too much, whore?”
“No Mistress, it is not too much.”
“Then answer my fucking question.”
“No Mistress, you didn’t do that when you were chained up there.”
“That’s right. I was a perfect slave. You’re just a whore, a little bitch who can’t control his own urges.” She threw down the whip and went back to the bag. I hung there, in total silence, knowing that I was going to be here until Alexis said so. I dangled about for a while, praying this was all some horrible nightmare and that I’d wake up, with Alexis as my little slut, auditioning for the role in my film. What the fuck was I thinking? I never should have tried to chat up a porn actress! I wouldn’t have got into this fucking mess if I hadn’t. I cursed myself, and tried to look at my abused body. Jesus Christ, it was horrible – blood was starting to come out of the marks on my chest, whilst I could feel blood running down my leg from my ass. Everything was still on fire – my ass, my chest, my face…I just wanted to go home. Suddenly, I heard that noise again, the one which I had associated with pain. The horrible clack of her heels. I began to sweat again, as she came back, smiling that evil smile as she always does – holding clamps.
“Well, I thought as seeing as you don’t like whipping, we’d give clamps a go!” She smiled before grabbing my nipple and snapping the clamp on, forcing a scream out of my tired lips. “Aww, don’t worry, I’ll come to your left tit, slave…” She grabbed the other nipple and clamped down on it, making me scream even more. She stood back to admire her work – a hanging male slut, complete with wounds and nipple clamps. “It’s better than the film, isn’t it, bitch!” I nodded, too tired to think. Just agree with her. It’ll all be over sooner. “I think it’s time to give you something you want now, slave!” My ears perked up at this, but not very much. The slut in a domme’s costume had promised me many things – and not one of them had come true. She still had that wicked look in her eyes as she undid the chains around my wrists, allowing me to fall to the floor with a thump.
“Get on your hands and knees, slut.” She had that icy cold look in her eyes, and a hint of a smile as I did so. She didn’t even have the knife, and I wasn’t tied up, but I was too hurt and tired to resist anymore. She placed looser chains around my wrists and legs, so that I could move, but only just. She brushed my cock as she did so, accidentally at first, but then to see my reaction. She smiled as my cock betrayed me as she touched it. She laughed, and went next to my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to pleasure you.” After she had whispered into my ear, she pulled my head up, revealing my neck. She sighed happily, placing a collar attached to a leash around my neck. She patted me on the head, and instantly I recognised the scene. Near the middle of the film, Alexis is thrown on the floor and forced to be a doggie. I had told her it was my favourite part of the film. Shit.
“You’ll enjoy this, slave. It’s your favourite scene! The slut is a little doggie, paraded and humiliated! I got you the little collar and everything!” She seemed so delighted at this, and started to march around the room, pulling me along with her. She dragged me all over the room, calling me a bitch, a whore, a slut – just like the film. Suddenly, she stopped, seemingly distressed. “Hrm. Slave, I’ll admit, it’s not quite the same, is it?” She looked down at me with those big eyes and grinned evilly. “We need more people, don’t we!” I pleaded with her with my eyes, lowering myself to her level – well, hell, I couldn’t really get much lower – but it didn’t work – before I knew it, I was being dragged out the door and into pitch darkness.
I looked around, hearing the sound of the city. Shit. We must be miles away from that original bar. I couldn’t really tell where we are – she must have put something pretty strong in my drink to have the time to move me all the way from my small country village into the middle of the city. We looked to be in a pretty rough area of town too – plenty of weird clubs. Alexis pulled me through the mud, the clacks of her heels louder than before. I can’t imagine what we looked like – it was about two in the morning, so no-one important would have seen us – thank god, a strange woman dragging me naked behind her was not a sight I wanted any of my friends or family to see. She pulled me to this club – I can’t remember the name but it had a woman holding a whip at the front – and barged us inside, using her pornstar status to get in. I was going red with embarrassment. Female subs – my kind of woman, for fuck’s sake – were looking at me and laughing. Male masters – my contemporaries (well, not quite) – were calling me a whore. And the Mistresses? Well, there were plenty of offers. I was actually thanking Christ that I was collared when this huge woman told me she was going to fuck me until I screamed – if I hadn’t been chained up, she would have grabbed me and I very much doubt I’d be alive today. Alexis, of course, the attention whore, was loving it. She was telling everyone that I was her little slut, whore and doggie. The worst was when she told me to bark – I’d give a feeble “Woof!” and she’d slap me in the face and tell me I was the worst whore she had ever seen. I’d then try and bark louder – I couldn’t believe it, I was trying to please this woman, humiliating myself even more. The very worst, however, came when a man, quite a well-toned guy, asked if he could give me a spanking. Alexis, of course, gleefully agreed, and within a matter of minutes I was on this man’s lap, screaming like a petulant child as he beat me. I didn’t know what was worse – the physical pain or the humiliation. Once he’d finished, he threw me onto the floor and scoffed, “You’re pathetic.” I shivered with disgust. I felt so dirty. Alexis soon dragged me away from him, and into a private room.
“Well, slave. This is it. The final scene of the film.” I looked confused. What was the final scene of the film? I’d never gone through the whole thing. I was obviously about to find out, as Alexis grabbed me and unchained my hands and feet. She then went about tying my hands behind my back, and tying my feet together, before throwing me forward, so that my face was on the floor and my ass in the air. I had a horrible feeling I knew what was coming.
“Oh yes, slave. You were probably wondering how I was going to manage without a disgusting cock, but I found a way.” She stood in front of me, and pulled me up, so that I could look at her massive strap-on cock. “Suck it, bitch.” I hesitated – the wrong move – and she grabbed me by the hair and thrust her plastic cock into my face – I had to open my mouth or have my face gyrated into a bloody pulp. Tears started to form in my eyes as she thrust it down my mouth – partially because of the deep-throating, partially because I was sucking a woman’s cock. I felt so feeble and weak as she fucked my face like some useless hole, laughing and holding my nose as I did so, so that I gagged profusely on her strap-on. Just when I was wondering whether this was it – whether I was going to die a slut on a crazed porn actress’ cock – she threw me off it, sending me into the wall, where I struggled, a tied up helpless heap. She grabbed me once more and placed me in my original position, ass in the air, helpless again, and started to laugh. “It’s time, slave. The final scene. I assume you know all about this.” I stood still, not knowing what to do. Would I gain respect if I said I didn’t? Or would she laugh at me for not finishing the film because I was jacking off? I assumed the last. Something about me must have given it away. “Oh my. Unless you’ve never seen the end of the film. Wouldn’t that be funny, slave?” She laughed at me, pulling my face up then throwing it back down. “So really I could do whatever I liked now. Because you and your pathetic cock couldn’t manage a ninety minute sexy film. Instead, I’m going to do what they do at the end of the film to the slut. I think you can guess,” she said, a giggle in her voice, holding up her cock, moist with my saliva, and laying down, just above my ass. “It’s time for the anal rape, slave.” She laughed as she eased her way into my ass, my own spit providing lubrication. She seemed to be quite gentle, easing herself in, and not going in too deep. Suddenly she burst through my tight ass, causing me to scream out in pain. She started to thrust, in and out, even more than I do usually when fucking, seeming determined to make it hurt as much as possible. She was going faster and deeper, and I was just there, helplessly being buggered by this whore. Every thrust was a confirmation of my degradation, my humiliation – she kept calling me a slut and a whore as I took this anal rape, the tears rolling down my face like a little fucking girl. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up, making me feel her dominance over me even more – “Take that you little bitch! You like that? Huh? You little fucking slut!” She laughed and thrust, before starting to moan. The thrusting got faster, and just as deep, as I moaned and cried. Alexis started to scream in pleasure, at the top of her lungs, like in the video, except things were slightly different. She moaned like she had never moaned before, before breathing a sigh of relief, telling me that she had come. She got slower and shallower with her thrusts, before stopping altogether, and pulling out – the horrible slopping sound – usually associated with pleasure at the end of a good fuck for me – was now the sign of mercy by her. She was finally stopping.
“Oh, my, slave. That was wonderful. You really are a good little fucktoy, aren’t you?” She knelt down and stroked my face, looking at me once more. “I’m going to go now, honey. Oh, and this has all been put on camera, honey. I had that old abandoned strip-club hooked up with cameras and stuff, so I have it all saved. The whipping, the tied-to-a-pole, the nipple clamps, even here...” She laughed here, and showed me a camera in the corner – apparently, for the voyeurs, the club does a little video on request so that you can watch your session again and again. I shuddered at the thought of watching my session again. “If you tell anyone about this, slut, I’ll release these videos on the internet, and send copies to everyone in your little town.” She showed me my wallet and contact list which she must have stolen from my pants, and laughed as I struggled. “Then again, not that you’ll have much of an opportunity to tell anyone – naked with no money in a strange town…good luck getting back!” She smiled as she turned away, with me whimpering for mercy. She smiled and turned back at me. Thank god she wasn’t going to leave me in this state, my stupidly-optimistic mind thought. She knelt down, and slowly placed a ball gag into my protesting mouth, before whispering in my ear, “We’ll just have to hope someone comes in and unties you, eh, slut?” She laughed evilly as she walked away, leaving behind me, screaming profanities into my gag. She left the session room, blowing me a kiss and winking at me as she did so, as I wondered how things could get any worse.
About five minutes later, I heard the door open, and turned my head to see if it was some kind soul to untie me. Instead, the well-toned man who had spanked me was standing over me and looking at my exposed asshole.
“Wow. Lucky me. Free slut for use,” he said with an evil grin whilst unzipping his trousers.
Things had just
got much worse.
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