WATCH WHAT YOU ASK FOR

A young couple shares an interest in BDSM stories on the internet and on a whim contacts one of their favorite authors from a particular site requesting personal attention.  Getting his response, they accept his conditions and follow his instructions to have a storyline involving them.  

PART ONE… Before the storyline begins, the heroin needs to be properly presented visually to the author. 

Chapter One

Just finishing her shower and drying herself off, a quick hit on a bud and a half of Xanex, softly stepping into the computer room, she sits on her nude fiancé’s lap.  Feeling the buzz, flirtatious, black thong panties barely covering her bare, freshly shaven pubic mound, the matching low cut French bra revealing the puffiness of her dark, silver dollar sized areolas, she reaches out, cups her hands behind his neck, glances toward the computer’s monitor.  The BDSM story scrolled across the screen, she tilts her head over against his neck as she feels the firmness of his stiff manhood pressing against the back of her thigh.  Being ignored as he’s engrossed in the storyline, she presses her breasts across his bare chest, wiggles her hips across his lap, across the hump.

“Wish you’d pay as much attention to me as you do that damn website.”  She grunts, mostly pouts as she glances at what he’s reading, glares back toward him.  “That another story by that same guy?”  She mumbles as she sees he’s near the end of the chapter, the bottom half of the screen white.

“Yea… Yea, and fuck, it’s one of his best!”  He grunts as he scrolls the last of the story across the monitor.

Again glancing toward the screen, back toward him, she asks.  “This one of his usual harsh one’s?... Or a rare sexy one I don’t mind skimming over once in a while?”  She asks, again circling her arm around his neck, pressing her damp flesh against his bare skin as she pouts.  “Christ… I think you’d rather read his damn stories then fuck me!”

Brushing her arm aside, grinning at her frowned expression, he smirks.  “Actually, I’d rather fuck you, okay?… But, like in one of his stories, if you really want to know the truth.”

“Rea… Really?”  She practically stutters.  “You… You’d really want to hurt me like… Like in his stories?”

“Damn!”  He mutters, his finger working the keys as he tries to get to the member page, to give his favorite author a pat on the back, maybe beg for another quick chapter or two to the latest gripping tale giving him a heart on.  Glancing into her hazing, dark eyes, trying to be appeasing, he gives her a sheepish grin as he glances toward her nearly bare breasts, at the rest of her pretty fucking amazing body in her own right.  Feeling his cock getting even harder with that thought, and the nerve to actually admit it to her, he adds.  “Like in his sexier stories… You know… Not the really, really rough ones… You know… A little S and M.”  He continues both nervous and excited, his cock throbbing against her bare buttocks as he watches her shocked expression.  “Some rough sex for a change maybe… And… And you know what?   You’d look pretty damn hot as a damsel in distress… All naked and bound… Some whips and chains.”

“Fuck you!”  She smirks, leaning back, her annoyance at the very suggestion offensive as she slips off his lap, stands facing him with her hands on her hips.  “Think I’d let you do some shit to me like in his stories?”  She growls, arching her chest out as her thighs spread apart, her legs a tad rubbery.  “I’ve gone along with some mutual… Mutual stuff we kind of like… The… The ice cubes… Even a little tit slapping, nipple clamping… Shit like that!”  Cupping her left breast through the bra with her left hand, grabbing her crotch with the other, she continues.  “Even don’t mind being tied up a little… But whips?... Chains?... Fuck that you asshole!”

The cat out of the bag, realizing the world of shit he’s gotten himself into, he slowly shakes his head back and forth, lets it all out as he pounds on the keys.  “Most of the time I read these stories… Fuck… Most of them I picture you as the girl he’s describing… Okay?... There!... And… And besides, the whips and shit, that’s just a fucking expression!.. Okay?... Damn… I can’t help fantasizing sometimes about working over those big ass titties of yours… Fuck, I love ‘em!”

Frowning, glancing at the screen, realizing he’s fucking with the computer keys, typing as he talks, she slowly shakes her head, crosses her arms as the ends of her damp dark hair tangles across her shoulders, droplets of water soaking the tops of her bra.  Her own heart pounding, she senses the pulse of each thumping beat against her flattening arms, the feel of her hardening nipples responding to the cool water, or could it maybe just be something else.  Nibbling at her lower lip as she watches him finishing his worshipping score, watching him lean back, begin to send the message, she blurts.  “Fuck!… Why don’t you just ask him to write you a story involving me then?... Using me as his model for you, huh, fuck-head?”

A hesitation, a glance from the computer screen to her, he feels his cock instantly throbbing, stiffening, his chest pounding as he stares toward her, her nipples obviously hardening above her crossed arms, their dark silhouettes pronounced through the lace cups.  “You… You fucking serious?... I… I mean, you fucking with me or what?...... I… I fucking will in a heartbeat!”

“Fucking do it if that’s what you… You need that to want to fuck me!… Then go ahead… Have him e-mail your ass… Find out if he will… If you really want too.”  She answers, arching her shoulders back, palms of her hands spreading outwards as she thrusts her breasts out, continuing.  “You can describe me to him if he agrees… Every thing from these big ‘ol titties you loved so much when I was a Hooter’s calendar girl… Down to my shaved pussy, then have him write something sexy, erotic for you to do with me.”

Hardly believing what he’s hearing, better yet he’s almost certain she’s not so pissed by the thought.  Actually, by her behavior, her body language, he believes she just might be harboring a little excitement, anticipation herself, even if it’s taking her to be a little stoned to let it slip out.

“Okay… Okay!”  He nods, his fingers nervous on the keys, the thoughts of the endless possibilities, letting the author of those incredible tales write a story, maybe even chapter after chapter of her being subjected to his whims.  “Let’s see… I bet he will!”  Fuck, I hope to hell he will, he thinks to himself as he’s suddenly ready to mount her, fuck her brains out as soon as he sends the message.

Chapter Two

       A couple days passing, a third and a forth, she finds a new e-mail in the mailbox just as he’s due home.  It’s finally the e-mail she’s been anticipating as much as him, just not in the same vein.  Scrolling through, reading it a second time, her stomach churns as she leaves it on the screen, thinks about its consequences.  Knowing what his response is going to be, knowing she’s opened the door for his darker fantasies, she realizes she has no choice but to let him read it, to decide if he’s acceptable to the demands, and of course he’ll want her to accept the conditions too.  Fuck, why’d she let that roach and Xanax speak for her, she thinks to herself as she defensively cups her breasts, thinks of the e-mail’s harsh, even embarrassing demands, its instructions as she hears the garage door open. But, on the other hand, she thinks to herself, the sex the other night was flat out fucking incredible after she submitted to the idea.

       Seeing the look on her face as he enters through the kitchen, the monitor on, he smiles as he quickly steps toward the computer.  “He answer us today?”  He asks as he sits, glances at the message.  “Fuck me!”  Obviously excited, glancing toward her, quickly back toward the screen, scrolling the message a second, third time, he feels her leaning against his backside, her hand on his shoulder.  Reaching up with his right hand, cupping her hand, he again slowly scrolls the message.  “Well?”  Turning staring into her dark eyes, the stoic look on her face, he repeats.  “Well… Not all that bad… Huh?”

       A nibble on her lower lip, the obvious excitement, enthusiasm of his response, she slowly, nervously nods her head as she squeezes his hand.  “Do… Do you think I… I mean we… We have to accept everything he’s ordering… I mean… Don’t you think we should at least try… Try to refuse some of those demands if we decide to do this?”  Almost a pleading look into his eyes, instantly realizing there’s not a chance in hell her word means a thing, she just nods in disapproval as she awaits his answer.

       “Damn it to Hell!… You see what he wants!”  He whines as he nods, glances back at the screen.   “See…See, right there at the very end.”  ‘No alterations to my instructions… Respond as instructed to the letter or don’t respond at all… THIS IS YOUR ONLY OPORTUNITY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE SOLICITED… You have twenty-four hours to respond.’  Again glancing back at her, gripping her hand, he almost sounds like a high school kid in heat as he squeezes.  “It’s… It’s just going to be between us… No one else will even know who he’s writing about… Or nothing!... Okay?... No one’s going to see the pictures, like he says, it’s for his initial research to do the story!… Okay?... Huh?”

       “But… But he wants those damn pictures of me!… Wants them sent to him over the internet… Wants to see me naked, not you!... You don’t have anything to worry about!”  She knowingly begins her losing battle.  “To see me… See me bent over, spreading, stretching.”  She pleads as she half heartedly mimics the poses.  “And… And photos of clamps and stuff like rubber bands on me before he even starts the story, he says!”

       “I… I know some of those poses are embarrassing… But… But I think he just … I mean he wants to make sure you’re real… I mean we’re not just sending him some… Some fake pictures.”  He blurts, justifying the poses listed one by one in the e-mail.  “Understand?”  He almost pleadingly continues.  “That way he’ll know you’re real… And… And he’ll be writing something about you… For… For you!”

       “You really want me to do this… Don’t you?”  She almost scowls as she slowly shakes her head as she folds her arms beneath her breasts.  “You’ll let him humiliate me… Hurt me…  Huh?”

       Turning from the screen and eye level with her chest, both breasts folded out over her arms just in front of his face, feeling the stirring deep inside his stomach, struggling to find a way to convince her, he notices the puckering cloth of her blouse, even through her bra, the outlines of her rock hard nipples.  “Christ… Look down at your tits!”  Reaching around, slipping his hand up her skirt, his index finger flicking across her inner thigh, poking across her moist labium, he smiles.  “Fuck!... That pussy’s wet too!”  Glancing up into her piercing eyes as she almost stumbles back, her hands brushing down across his, her face reddening, the crimson blush even spreading across her chest, he can’t help grinning.  “You want to show off for him too, don’t you?... You horny little bitch!... Don’t you?”  Reaching up with his other hand, cupping, manipulating a firm breast, he’s relieved as he adds.  “You want to become his whore in a story of his as much as I want you too!... Tell the truth, don’t you?”

       Knowing deep inside there’s more then a shred of truth, realizing her body’s responding to the thoughts of what the message is demanding of her, she can only nod, again crossing her breasts with her arms, anticipating what she’s about to agree to, what’s going to be expected of her, and most of all, what she’s going to agree to be subjected too.  Glancing toward the monitor, she again nods, reads out loud a partial scroll as her voice almost breaks.  “She is to model for photos directed by my e-mails as the story unfolds and sent to me for each chapter before it’s released… The settings will be stark… The implements will be authentic and realistically applied precisely as directed… Or the story will end… Permanent.”

       Listening to her, again turning, slipping a hand across her thigh, he smiles up into her dark eyes.  “Well… Well then!... See… That means there’s nothing to worry about huh?”  Turning toward the screen, he reads it himself, turns back.  “See?.. What it means is… Is if it gets too rough or something… You… We don’t have to continue and it will be done… Over… Finished!... Okay?”

       Glancing toward the screen, still barely nodding her head, she somehow knows better, she knows he won’t want it to end, and even worse, she probably won’t either once she allows herself to be drawn into the fantasy, into a storyline by this mesmerizing author like other’s he’s written that she secretly fantasized about, envisioning she was the victim, even masturbated too while alone, of course without her fiancé knowing it!  Besides, after all, why else would she let him read such stories?

       “Oh… Okay… I… I guess… But… But you gotta’ promise you won’t get mad if it’s not what we expected… Okay?”  She half whimpers with an affirmative nod.

       A smile, a nod back, he answers.  “Absolutely… You can trust me on that!”

Chapter Three    

       Fucking unbelievable he thinks to himself as he stands in front of her with the digital camera as she slips the loosely clinging terrycloth towel from just below her bare breasts.  Realizing she’s just a tad high, something to help her though the ‘shoot’ as his cock’s already hard in his trousers, he anticipates the next couple hours of photographing the list of poses, especially the very last.  The dark curtain behind her forms a backdrop, actually a drape hung across the rear of the garage with the first picture of her nude and staring at the camera.  Focusing in with the automatic setting, centering her pose, she remains basically expressionless, dropping the white towel toward the floor, across her feet just before the camera’s click.

       “Okay… Let’s see.”  He speaks, glancing down at the printed list.  “Sideways… Look straight ahead, keep you hands at your sides and push those titties out for the camera.”

       Watching her turn, her braided hair tugged severely back, the single dark tail brushing across her back, her breasts jaunting straight out, the nipples high, almost pointed, he again clicks the button as he centers her through the viewer.  Glancing up at her fixed image, her evenly tanned flesh virtually flawless, freshly shaven from the neck down, glistening from a fresh coat of body oil he helped apply, he watches her flat stomach barely raising, lowering beneath the outline of her ribcage.

       “Okay… Arms above your head… Stretch, interlock your fingers as you tiptoe.”  He suggests, again reading from the list.  Just ordering her to pose has his cock rock hard, especially anticipating the final third or so of the photos.   “And… And don’t be so mundane… Okay?... It’s… It’s just a few easy photos to start with… And push that butt out a little more.”

       Again flicking the button just as she holds her breath, forces her globular mounds to thrust even further outward, her buttocks to arch back as ordered; he restrains himself from taking a break, bending her over and fucking her brains out.  Almost overwhelmed by the thought of sending her nude photos to the author, a stranger who will see her every attribute, her blatant poses he’s ordered, he can’t help from anticipating what the storyline will be like, what other photos will have to be taken to correspond with the author’s on going work. 

       “Now… Face me and do a couple jumping jacks or so.”  He orders, his fingers almost quivering across the camera as she turns, stares straight at the camera, almost surreally does a hop, spreads her legs, also her arms as her breasts bounce, sway while the balls of her feet tap across the concrete.  Missing the first jump, glancing into the viewfinder, he clicks just as her spread feet leave the floor a second time.  Watching the lens as the photo reveals itself, staring closer at the image, he waves a hand, admires the image of her spread-eagled naked body in the air, her breasts nearly beneath her chin as the dark, thick nipples point in opposite directions.  “Okay… Okay… Got it!”

       Again aligning the camera, seeing the smirk begin to form on her perfectly made up face, the red lips, the dark eye shadow, he glances at the list he’s already memorized.  “Hands behind your neck… Arch your shoulders back… Spread your legs and push those titties straight toward the camera… Tease the camera some… Come on… You can do it!... Lighten up!”

       Again obediently following his directions, assuming the pose, she still projects a stoic expression, her breasts centered in the viewfinder before leaning way forward, giving just a hint of a smile as she lets her globular mounds gently sway back and forth.  A snap of the photo, almost like the classic through a peephole shot, and her breasts take up most of the photo practically blocking her face.  Stepping back a step, aiming again, he takes another quick shot.  This one perfect, her body dimensions more lifelike, the urge of fucking her mounts as again the thoughts of the upcoming photos make the wait worthwhile.

       “Turn… Face away from the camera.”  Again positioning the camera as she responds, his voice almost cackles as he adds.  “Spread those legs and press your butt cheeks apart with your fingers while looking back at me from between your thighs.”

       Twisting around, bending, spreading her naked body, her hair dangling from the back of her down turning head as her eyes dart toward the lens, he snaps the photo just as she grips her butt cheeks, spreads wide, her puckered rectum just above her stretching labia folds fully exposing her spreading slit parted by the bright red fingernails.  Again the photo emerging crystal clear with her thighs glistening, the rounded curves of her buttocks firm, shimmery, he bites his lower lip as she’s still bent over, gives him an obvious flirtatious smile, pats the matching rumps with the palms of her hands while she’s obviously taking his advice to loosen up, for the time being.

       “Okay… Okay… It’s about to get a little more serious… And needless to say, little more painful… So don’t get carried away just yet!”  He contradicts himself, blurting out as he takes a quick snap of the camera’s button, a picture for himself.

       Again glancing at the sheet, back toward her still spreading her buttocks, he directs.  “Okay… Now a backward arch…  Balls of your feet and palms of your hands on the floor and give the camera a nice round arc… Okay?”

       Straightening, turning toward the camera, raising her arms while bending backwards, bowing into a semi arch as her fingers flatten across the floor, she arches her torso upwards.  Spreading her arms, legs apart, she shuffles her hands and feet across the garage floor’s surface as her firm breasts jiggle as they jaunt upward.  The hardening nipples centering on the perfect mounds separating outward as she cranes her neck and tucks her head beneath her shoulders, she lets the trail of her hair scrape across the floor as she becomes rigid in her pose.  Her naked body glistening in the viewfinder, the tautness of her bare flesh revealing her ribcage, her straining thighs, her hollowing stomach, he slowly steps around her nude form, snaps photos from several revealing angles, finishing with a couple close-ups of her bulging breasts and finally her gapping slit.

       Stepping quickly back toward the workbench, glancing at the list, he sees the next photo’s to be of her on her backside, lifting and spreading her legs apart, above her head.  Glancing back toward her, her body still in the arched position as she awaits his next instructions, sliding his hand across his crotch, the thickness of his cock bulging between his fingers, still tempted to straddle her, ram his cock in her spread cunt up to the hilt, he nervously snaps another unordered photo.

       “Okay… Now… Now turn over on your back… Lift your legs up past your face by the ankles.”  He orders, stepping toward her, focusing the camera.

Watching her slump down across the floor, reach down and grip her ankles as instructed, he positions himself next to her as she raises her legs, rocks back.  Glancing into her eyes as she briefly stares back, watching her body continuing to arch back into a ball, he positions the camera as her toes tilt back to touch the floor above her head.  Knees spreading, buttocks thrusting upwards off the floor, breasts pressing together between her thighs as her arms stretch above her head while gripping her ankles, her contorted body glistens in the lens as her vagina gaps obscenely open just below her expressionless face.  A couple shots from between her legs, her dark eyes darting at the camera between her melon sized breasts, again he feels his cock aching, throbbing.

“Okay… Now… Now stand up.”  He orders as he sits the camera onto the bench.  “Here’s where it gets a little more serious.”  Glancing at the sheet, watching her stand, step next to the bench beside him, he feels her hand on his shoulder, her other hand slipping down across his crotch.  Sensing her fingers gripping, manipulating, he feels the warmth of her breathe across his neck, ear.

”Make love to me!”  The whisper in his ear, turning toward her, their mouths just inches apart, she repeats.  “Do me… Make me cum before we go any further!... Help me get more in the mood!”

Her breasts scrapping across his arm, her hazing eyes staring into his, her fingers begin stroking his throbbing shaft.  His cock already firm almost aches, ready to explode a load at any moment.  “No… No, not yet… Damn-it… Let’s get… Get the photos and send them First… Then we’ll have the rest of the night.”

A pouting expression, her arms crossing beneath her chest, her nipples point away from one another as her breasts lift upwards, jaunt outward.  Glancing down at her firm mounds, she whines.  “Okay… Fuck… Go ahead then… And clamp my fucking titties for the bastard.”

Clothespins lying on the bench, picking up one of the wooden pins, squeezing its handles, he watches her twist around toward him offering her left breast first.  Palming her breast, slightly squeezing the firm flesh, he watches the nipple pucker as he slips the pin deep across the areola encompassing the nub.  Releasing his grip, the sound of the pin’s metal springs tensing, springing shut is overridden by her whimpers, her breast twitching as the wooden tip sinks into the dark flesh as she blurts.  “Oomph!… Damn-it… That fucking hurts!”

Pressing his thighs together, his cock pulsing, probing against the fly of his trousers, he reaches for another clothespin, cups her other breast, twisting her toward him.  Slipping the widening clamp across that puckered nipple, the tips pressing into the tan flesh of the areola, he lets that pin clamp shut, the thickened nub flattening, spreading out from the edges of the pin’s flat tips as he listens to her response.  “Oomph!... Fuck!... Oh fuck!... Fuck me, that really hurts!!”

Head twisting, both nipples jiggling with the burrowing clothespins firmly gripping both swollen nubs, she arches her shoulders back as she slips her hands behind her back, interlocks her fingers together.  Glancing down from one breast to the other, glaring up toward his almost sheepish reaction, she mutters.  ”Quick… Take the fucking pictures… Oh God!…  Damn it… These hurt like hell!”  Stepping back a step, shoving her breasts outward like she knows she’s suppose to for the photo, a tear drips off her cheek as both nipples pulse from the pinching, clamping pins deep on her tender tit flesh.  “Hurry up… Take the fucking pictures… They hurt!!”

Grabbing, almost dropping the camera, finally focusing on her quivering bare mounds, the wooden pins jiggling outward, he snaps a couple quick shots as she faces him.  Almost muttering, he waves her to turn.  “Face toward the side, arms back… Back!”  Keeping the camera trained, watching her twist and face as directed, he snaps a couple more of her side profile, the clothespins standing straight out from her compressed nipples twitching on her almost overly large melon sized globes.

“Good… Good, perfect.”  He mutters as he watches her reach up, grip the clothespins with both hands

Staring directly into his eyes, she grunts as she unclamps her breasts.  “Oomph… Fuck!”  Slowly holding the clothe pins out to him, already also knowing what the next photo’s going to feature, she face him, spreads her legs as she almost angrily speaks.  “Go ahead, get it fucking over with!” 

Lowering the camera, struck by the sight of the deep imprints left by the clasping pins, he reaches his free hand out, takes the pins, drops one on the table.  Squeezing the other pin open, reaching down, spreading the clamp across the nub of her exposed clit, he flicks his wrist, forces the pin inward before releasing it.

“Aaaggghhhrrr!”  A hoarse grunt, twisting her head to the side, her braided hair flipping across her shoulder, she cups both breasts and tenderly presses the nubs of her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as another tear streaks down her cheek.  “Fuck… Get the damn photo!”

Kneeling, a direct shot focused on her shaven pubic area, snapping a couple photos of the firmly clamped clothespin twitching in the gap between her legs, he glances up past her breasts, into her welling eyes.  Reaching for the pin, his fingers quivering more then her trembling thighs, he tugs as he clasps his fingers across the wooden handles, tugs the flat tips away from her moist, stretching clit.

“Oomph… Motherfucker!”  More cursing as her hand jerks down across her stomach, her fingers flattening across the bare, aching nub of her clit as her other forearm covers her bare breasts.  “Damn… Damn it!... Those pins are tight as hell!”  Her hand massaging her clit, her nipples covered, her voice breaks as she asks.  “We still have to do the last photos… He… He won’t let us just send these?”

“Have to finish up… Like he ordered.”  He admonishes her, knowing deep inside he’d tell her the same even if they could get by without the last photos, the photos he’s been waiting to snap.  “We have to send the complete collection… Let’s get it over with… Okay?”

“Fuck it!… I can’t believe rubber bands on my titties!”  She shakes her head, feigning any concern even though she slipped a couple across her breasts earlier while alone, and it hurt like hell after awhile.   “What’s pictures of that going to do for anybody anyway?... And like I need my arms bound behind my back to accept a few fucking bands on my tits!... I’m a big girl!”

A tolerable nod, again cupping her hands behind her back, clenching her fingers against the small of her back, she realizes its going to take a while before the next photos are taken by the number of rubber bands laying across the table.  Turning as he takes a couple black plastic draw tights from the counter top, she feels her wrists pressing together as the thin plastic strap digs into her flesh.  Barely able to twist her hands, she feels a second strap slipped between her back and upper arms, drawn tight with a couple firm jerks forcing her shoulders back, her chest to thrust outward.  “Oomph… That’s… That’s tight enough!”  She mutters as her breasts sway, bouncing as he gives a third harsh jerk.  “Oomph!... Okay… Okay I said… Fuck!”

Turning toward him, her breasts jaunting outward, the nipples with their indented impressions still visible, jiggling as they spread with her shoulders, she can sense his eagerness to prepare her.  Glancing down toward her glistening breasts, watching his hand cup the bottom of her left globe, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as he slips a thick rubber band around his spreading fingers, stretches the band across her bulging globe.  “Ouch!”  Feeling the band snap around her tit flesh, his hand slipping away, she watches the band sink painfully into her firm flesh, barely visible.

Glancing up into his eyes, his concentration on her breast ignoring her stare, she nibbles on her lower lip as she watches a second band stretch around his spreading fingers.  Her breast cupped tighter, the next band slipped across her already slightly discoloring globe, she feels the crisp pain of that rubber band snapping in place an inch or so in front of the first.  “Oomph!... Oh Fuck!”  She mutters as her breast forms into more of a tubular shape, the darkening nipple pointing outward from the widening areola.  Sensing his fingers trembling below her breast as he lifts it upwards in his palm, seeing the third band stretched, dragged across her already aching tit flesh, unnecessarily spread wider to snap together, she bites her lower lip as he flicks the third band another inch or so in front of the second.

“Agggghhhhh!”  Her breast  pulsing as it  morphs into a darker purplish shade, the stinging of each almost disappearing band seeming to escalate as he drops his hand from beneath her breast allowing it to stand outright on its own, she watches as the forth band’s slipped just behind her stretching dark areola, spread and snapped into the aching flesh.  “Aaaggghhh!... Damn it…. Damn it… Oh… Shit!”  More cursing as she twists, her banded breast flailing away from his grasp, slapping against her arched back shoulder, bouncing painfully back.

Deep into his work, ignoring her anger, her pain, he ad-libs, pulls out his hanky, presses it between her lips, stuffing it back in her throat.  “Don’t worry… It’s clean.”  He smirks.

Just grunts to match her surprised expression, he continues with the last band, small, almost too small to stretch open.  Spreading it between his fingernail and thumb, pressing it against the taut surface of her areola, around her nipple, letting it flick closed, it burrows around the edge of the thick nub as he watches it disappear into her dark but almost translucent flesh.

“Aaaggghhh!!!.... Aaaggghhh!”  Muffled screams as she turns away, twisting as the bands seem to shrink ever tighter by each passing moment.  Tears streaking from her welling eyes, she twists, turns back and forth, shakes her head as he cups her other breast, stretches a rubber band between his widening fingers.

Sliding that band deep onto her breast, snapping it against her bare flesh, he feels the dampness of the pre cum spreading inside his trousers.  Continuously watching her first globe become darker and darker, the puffy button of a nipple, flesh swelling between the rows of stretching bands, becoming more taut even as he snaps band after band on her other breast, he also enjoys her inaudible pleadings, the feel of her trembling body as she arches, twists with the last painful snap of the larger rubber band across her searing tit flesh.  Finishing with the tiny band across her other nipple, grabbing her by her waist as her knees almost buckle from the excruciating pain, he turns her back toward the workbench, presses her butt cheeks against its edge and retrieves the camera.

Focusing on her breasts, on her face, stepping toward her side to snap photos of her almost caricature breasts with the multiple bands causing ripple after ripple of purplish flesh jaunting straight out seemingly a foot or so off from her glistening torso, he glances at her pleading eyes as she turns her head toward the camera.  Hesitating, he watches her aggressively jerk her head up and down as her eyes dart downward toward her purple breasts, almost begging him to take the photos, get the fuck done.  A few snaps, finishing with the camera, he smiles at her as he sets it on the counter.

Her whimpers hoarse, her pleading eyes dark and swollen as she tiptoes, prances as her breasts bounce, bobble in front of her, the time’s finally come, he’s ready to take her, to fuck her hard and deep.  Twisting her around by her waist, kicking her ankles apart with his left foot and  unbuckling his belt, he drops his trousers, his cock dripping a stream of milky fluid, pulsing and twitching as he cups his swollen shaft in his fist, forces the engorged crown of his cock between her spread thighs.  Ramming inward, burrowing past the stretching folds of her labia, his scrotum slapping beneath his ramming cock, he reaches around with his open fists, grabs, squeezes the rock hard tubes of banded tit flesh.

“Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”  Pounding deeper with each thrust, his grunts louder then her wheezing gurgles, he twists, grinds her breasts between his clenching fists, feeling the taut rubber bands with his fingers.  “Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”  A steady rhythm, the harshest fuck he’s ever forced on her and he feels his nine inches of cock throbbing between his shaking thighs, his knees bowing as he holds off, quickly steps back while his thick shaft pulses, oozes as it springs free.

Twisting her around by her left breast, staring into her hazed, unbelieving eyes, he forces her down on her knees with his free hand, rips the handkerchief from between her lips as he grunts.  “Keep that mouth open… Suck this cock and swallow it all or those rubber bands will stay on those tits all night!”  Shoving the glistening head of his shaft between her still parted lips, ramming it across her flattened tongue, feeling it burrowing into her swelling throat, he again grips both breasts in his twisting fists, jerks her forward as his load pulses, explodes from deep inside as he grunts.  “Aaaagggghhhhhh!”  Hearing her gurgle, feeling another pulsing load gushing from his throbbing cock, he again grunts.  “Aaaagggghhh!”  A third, a forth spurt as he grinds her breasts against his thighs, feels the cum spurting a last time.

Holding tight, slowly slipping his cock from her stretched mouth, hearing the rasping suction as it plops free, her wheezing breaths as she gasps for air, he kneels in front of her, slowly lifts her up to her feet.  Her backside again pressed against the edge of the table, reaching for the scissors on the bench, carefully snipping band after band, holding each breast one at a time as the rubber bands snap, stretch outward as they tug at her bruised tit flesh, her grunts, whimpers correspond with each snip of the scissors  until both discolored globes are unbound. Turning her around, snipping the draw-tights from her arms, her wrists, she twists, slumps across the table on her backside, her tortured breasts swaying, bruised and battered, as she’s barely able to cup them in her hands.

“Time to send the photos across the internet!... Okay?”  He smiles, reaches for the camera, lifts her hands away, snaps a couple more photos of her naked and battered breasts as her exhausted body bows back across the flat surface.  Leaning over, kissing her on the cheek as her dazed eyes barely open between her swollen eyelids, hardly acknowledging her barely coherent nod, he takes the camera to the computer room.  Whistling to himself while loading the computer, he can’t help thinking, what the fuck, the story hasn’t even begun yet!  Where the hell can it go from here?

End Part One            

           

       

   

   

       

WATCH WHAT YOU ASK FOR

Part Two

Initiated into the ‘contract’ with the author, the wait begins for the next instructions before chapter two is published. 

Chapter One

Just under a week’s passed, the fiancé checking the BDSM website daily, sometimes even more, waiting for the newest stories to be posted.  She figures he’s even more eager then she is hesitant as she glances into the bathroom mirror, the remnants left by the use of the rubber bands over her breasts now just the faintest of discolorations.  She can only imagine how she’s going to be involved in the upcoming storyline as she traces across her bare breasts with the tip of a fingernail, recalling the stinging pain of each elastic band.  She even begins to have second thoughts as to if there’s going to be a story at all, and with her emotions mixed, in a way she hopes there won’t be.

Finally, the beginning of a weekend, a few stories again added to the site, nothing by their author though.  Next day, into the early evening, several more stories have been randomly posted as she finds him seated by the computer for what seems like hours on end while reading anxiously through some of the new tales, watching for the author’s name to pop up between every fresh listing.  Finally, almost a shout, she hears his excited voice as she’s just finishing up with a shower.

“Hey!... Here’s the story!...Oh Damn… It’s good!”  His voice as excited as she is anxious.

“Fuck!”  She whispers under her breath, the memory of the painful session overriding the exhilarating sex afterwards, realizing she is committed to a storyline.  Quickly wrapping the towel across her hair, momentarily standing in front of the steamed surface of the mirror, her fingers clench above her head as she can’t help staring at the image of her bare breasts, finally the bruised circles around each firm swaying mound having disappeared.  Reflecting back to her breasts’ treatment she doesn’t have to guess the meaning of his outcry.  Recalling the biting pain of the rows of bands digging into her tit flesh, still naked, glancing from the bathroom toward the computer room, she feels the rhythmic beating in her chest as she continues to nervously fluff her tangling wet hair with the towel before she hears his raised voice again.  Half hesitant, half anxious, she steps toward the open door.

“Come… Look at this!”  Already scrolling down the screen, his brief glance toward her just a momentary acknowledgement, he again flicks the mouse, leans closer to the monitor.  “Fuck!… Fuck, this is great… He’s using your name… Right here, already!... And… And he’s kinda describing you now… As… As he’s…………”  Eagerly nodding for her to step closer, pointing toward the screen, he hesitates.  “He’s… He’s already got you naked and bound, right out there in the garage to start his fucking story, being… Being… Fuck, he’s describing a guy snapping those rubber bands across your tits just like I did the other night!”  Glancing up toward her bare, wet breasts, the firm mounds shimmering from the reflecting glow of the monitor in the shaded room, he glances back toward the screen, scrolls further down.  “Man, he sure describes you to the ‘T’ doesn’t he?… Big rack and all!... And look… Lookie here!... Quick!”

Nervously stepping behind her fiancé, watching from above the back of his shoulder, she seems almost transfixed toward the text describing her as it slowly scrolls downward.  Her naked body being described in such depth, her breasts, her hips, everything, even down to the dimples on the small of her back, she reflexively reaches up, crosses her still damp chest just below her glistening breasts with her pressing forearm.  Stone quiet for the moment, almost feeling the rubber bands snapping into her tit flesh again, and again, she senses the pain as her bare breasts press out over her forearm, the puffy nipples spreading apart.  Staring at the screen, soaking in the visual wording of the torment she went through scrolling down in bold black letters on the monitor seems almost surreal as she nibbles gently on her lower lip, drawn like a moth to a flame, unable to turn away.

Slowly reaching up, cupping a breast with the curling fingers of her other hand while practically caressing the hardening nub with her thumb as the description of the tiny bands being applied to her nipples begin to scroll by, she’s consumed by the thought that the author can so realistically describe the ‘snap’ of the bands across her tit flesh one after the other, so vivid, so fucking realistic, dead on even down to her pleading whimpers.  Softly sliding the tip of her index finger reflexively around the firm tit flesh where each band had actually been applied, she finds herself beginning to quietly moan along with the author’s written descriptions of her audible responses.

Intently watching the first chapter of the story rolling by, stepping slowly around the chair, drawn to setting on her fiancé’s bare lap, curling back against his chest, she continues to somewhat apprehensively read along with him the entire eight, nine pages.  The sequence of the applied rubber bands, of the clothespins clamped to her breasts is a little amiss as she recalls, but they certainly reflect the pain, the torment inflicted.  As the script unfolds, the storyline placing her in the predicament becomes somewhat harsh, even bordering on brutal, but then again not quite as dark compared to some of the author’s harsher tales.  The forced sex descriptions by the stranger also become a little rough and obviously painful, but so far somehow also kind of stimulating, actually even kind of erotic as she senses the familiar arousing feeling between her already shower dampened thighs.

The story continuing to unfold, the ravaging of her naked body so graphically described, she can feel the other moistness between her legs, her juices flowing as she begins to sense herself somehow actually evolving into the storyline, actually being taken by the stranger, almost sensing his described cock in the tale forced on her.  Shifting her hips, the feeling of her fiancé’s actual cock swelling beneath her bare buttocks causes her to wiggle, squirm across his lap as she senses its responding crown probing, pressing across the outer reaches of her damp vagina while she leans, arches her shoulders back across his chest.  Eyes still riveted on the screen, sensing his hand circling up from around her waist to cup a bare breast, she follows his lead by slipping her own hand up across his, firmly pressing his fingers into the thrust out firm mound of flesh, across the hardened nipple, responding to its stimulation while she continues to mentally place herself ever deeper into the storyline.

Getting to over halfway through the tale, feeling his other hand reaching around, cupping her other breast, his fingers squeezing, manipulating her tit flesh, she lets her index finger glide down across her pubic mound, probe between the damp, puffy folds of her labia to locate the nub of her twitching clit being chaffed across the foreskin of the top his thick shaft still pressing between her thighs.  Visualizing the vivid description of her being spread-eagled right out in their own garage in the storyline, her naked body being described as being bound and stretched in the scrolling text, obviously her treatment much more harsh then her workout the other day, she can sense her body trembling, responding to the thoughts of being so helplessly abused, her vagina being ravaged by the unknown stranger, described as dark and muscular, and with an enormous cock.

The ongoing in-depth saga of her helplessness, of her breasts being painfully, humiliatingly abused, her vagina, rectum probed unmercifully as her torture’s so vividly described, she feels what was her initial apprehension of being part of such a storyline turning toward an unerring acceptance, bordering on a kind of erotic experience even while the flexing tip of her finger plays across her responding clit.  Her flat stomach muscles beginning to ripple, her bare thighs quivering above his, each breath brings a raspier moan as she allows the curling tip of her tongue to slowly swipe back and forth across her moist upper lip, her bare buttocks flexing across her fiancé’s nine inches of thickening shaft beneath her as she follows the scroll on the screen of being impaled over and over by the even larger cock in the story.

The towel having unraveled, fallen from off her shoulders, onto the floor, the last lines of the first chapter of the story scrolls across the screen, leaving the image of her left alone in the garage, her naked body battered, bound and sprawled, covered with impossible amounts of semen.  Naked herself now, trembling, aroused, she feels his hands sliding down beneath her, lifting upwards against her butt cheeks.  Relaxing back, closing her eyes, her heart picks up a beat as she allows her head to tilt further back across his bare shoulder.  Feeling his throbbing cock flexing, probing between her butt cheeks, visualizing the story’s lines, she fantasizes who’s beneath her, what’s pushing upward against her spreading vagina.  Gripping, cupping her thrust out breasts with both her clenching fists, she can feel the swollen head of his shaft ramming upward, inward, pulsing deeper inside her with each short but forceful thrust.  Moaning with each jerking thrust, she hears his own groans becoming loader grunts with each harsh penetration as his cock pressing inside her feels larger then ever.

Sensing his hand slipping around her hip as he presses his fingers against her pubic mound, his forefinger and thumb finding her clit, tugging twisting as her buttocks flattens back across his lap, she feels his cock ramming forcefully deeper, completely engulfed between her trembling thighs as he strokes in and out, deeper and harsher as her naked body’s jerkily raised and dropped across his bucking lap by his clenching fists.  Her eyes squinting tightly shut, her fingernails begin to hesitantly dig, then twist into her contorting globes, her mind engrossed ever deeper into the storyline, fantasizing the thick cock of the stranger’s pounding inside her, impaling her while her fingers become his clenching hands abusing her bare breasts.  “Oomph!... Humph!... Aaaggghhh!”  Grunting, wheezing, she imagines herself being helplessly, sadistically ravaged, finding herself almost wanting to be.

Harshly grasping at her thrust out breasts as her head jerks from side to side, her wet, tangled hair flailing across her shoulders, her own hands continue grabbing, twisting, painfully stretching the bare melons as her fingernails scrape, dig into her tit flesh, all simulating her thoughts of  her abuse in the storyline.  Riding her fiancé’s pounding cock, corresponding with the stranger’s cock burrowing deep inside her sex, she grunts even louder, squints her eyes forcefully shut, envisioning her rape while trying to imagine the author’s idea of the stranger beneath her.  Rasping for wheezing breathes as her glistening body succumbs to continuous tremors, reflexive spasms, her stomach churning; she forces her flexing hips to grind even harsher across what seems like the stranger’s huge cock, impaling her with each deep thrust while she squirms back and forth, aggressively, almost angrily riding him up and down while her mind morphs ever deeper into the storyline.

Time seeming to stand still, her buttocks bouncing across his thighs as she’s firmly mounted on the throbbing shaft, finally the ripples deep inside her womb become uncontrollable contractions as her naked body reflectively quivers, shakes.  “Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!”  A long moaning grunt, spasm after spasm rippling from deep inside her womb as her fingernails dig into her contorting tit flesh, she feels his swelling cock pulsing, ramming inside her even harsher as her hips reflexively jerk, bounce.  “Oooommppphh!”  Another unintelligible groan, she can’t hold back the mounting, rumbling orgasm exploding from deep inside her womb, her milky secretions spurting, gushing out across her inner thighs, his bucking thighs.

His engorging cock pulsing, throbbing as he runts, in moments, it too gushes load after load in waves as their sweating bodies jerk, press together across the creaking chair.  Loud animalistic grunts intermingling, his arms clutching around her shoulders, his hands grasp at her bare flesh as her own clenching fingers remain burrowed ever deeper into her discoloring breasts.  Her sweating body jerking, jerking again and again before finally slumping limply back, pressing against his trembling chest, she feels him too finally slumping back against the swaying seat.  The monitor flashing to a blank screen, the chair titled dangerously back, their naked bodies cuddle together in exhaustion, both drenched in perspiration rasping for breath until the room slowly becomes quiet.

Chapter Two

More sex that night, again early the next morning, again around noon.  Afterwards reading the story one more time, their imaginations heighten to what the next chapter could bring, their concerns split as to what she’s going to be ordered to physically submit too before the next chapter’s submitted on the website.  Deciding to spend the entire Sunday in the house together, winding up mostly discussing the tale, its first chapter, she has to admit that even as painful as the rubber bands were, the sex later was incredible, even the rougher sex after reading the story the first time, and the fantasizing to it while reading it on the monitor actually added to it immeasurably.

Already wondering when they’ll be contacted again, the computer practically kept on, he eventually pulls up the site, enters the reader’s comment section for the story.  Giving his usual ten stars to the author for his latest, and obviously most exhilarating tale, he leaves a coy comment at the end of his praising commentary stating he’s eagerly awaiting the next chapter, hoping its much sooner then later.  Going back to the library of stories, scanning their story one more time, mentally placing her again into the tale, he feels the adrenaline continuing to flow.  Recalling the excitement of binding her and working over her bare breasts, the intoxicating feeling of dominating her, then sending her photos to the author, he can’t wait for the next contact, especially to read the next storyline for the first time with her on his lap. 

Back to the bedroom, another romp in the sack, concentrating on her already bruised breasts, feeling the heightened excitement of abusing both globes as she squirms, arches, thrusts her chest outwards as she moans, whimpers, her own fingernails digging into his buttocks as he pounds between her spread thighs, even as he mounts, runts her, the anticipation of what the author’s possibly coming up with next overwhelms his thoughts as another orgasm drains his trembling body.  Collapsing across her, rolling off to the side, lying back on the bed, he closes his eyes, relaxes, drifts off.

Lying against his naked body as she also collects her breath, she stares toward the ceiling, the back of her head resting on a fluffed pillow.  Feeling her aching breast with a cupped hand, her other hand flattened across his stomach as he catnaps, she also wonders what the next chapter will be about, what she’s facing next.  Feelings mixed, actually quite confusing, she thinks of the obvious upcoming pain again in store for her even as her fingers trace across her puckering nipple.  Yet, she also thinks of the almost indescribable sensations of reading a story based on her, the description of her naked body precise, obviously thanks to the photos, and the secretively personal connection to the author, the unnatural control he’s in a way already having over her, his ability already to have her hurt, humiliated, and yet on the other hand, reward her with the most incredible sex imaginable just by his writings.  Eyelids heavy, slowly closing, she too boarders on sleep as she feels her fiancé slipping her hand away from his body as he gently slides toward the side of the bed.  Feeling the bounce of the mattress as she’s left alone naked above the sheets, she too drifts asleep in the darkening shadows of their bedroom.

Leaving her to rest, the computer on, e-mailing the author, asking for another exchange as quickly as possible, he re-reads the tale another couple times, imagines the endless possibilities as she lies alone in bed.  An hour turning into a couple, the late afternoon turning toward evening, a last glance into the website and there’s still no response as he shuts the computer down.  On the verge of frustration, glancing in at her naked body sprawled across the bedspread as he steps past the bedroom toward the bathroom, the anticipation of the next chapter of the story’s becoming an obsession; he can only guess when the author will again respond or how the story will progress.  A quick shower and he’ll hop on her again.

A couple days passing, the tale racking up a number of readers, it’s obviously another hit, quickly rising past the other recently submitted stories as yet another favorite on the site.  Alone at home she finds herself re-reading it among a few others of the author’s mounting work of often crude but admittedly erotic literature.   Finishing one of his other tales as she hears the garage door opening in the background, flipping to the e-mail, she’s momentarily taken aback by the screen.  Finally, another message from the author.  Quickly opening it, scrolling down the short message, she’s barely able to grasp its significance.

The footsteps behind her, she turns as her fiancé glances across her shoulder, verbally scans the screen.  “What’s… What’s this?...  A list?”  He eagerly asks.  “One roll of bailing wire… Three serrated alligator clips………”  Stepping around her, sliding into the seat as she stands up for him, he continues.  “Six wax candles, four inch circumferences…  Large bag of one foot length draw tights… One Wartenberg pinwheel, sharp… Roll of duct tape…  Coil of clothesline rope… Leather razor strap.”  Glancing across his shoulder toward her, glancing back at the screen, he finishes reading.  “Have all items for Saturday at noon for e-mail instructions… She’s to be bathed, shaven… She’s also to remain celibate until then… Also… The same digital camera is recommended.”

Her eyes widening, parts of the message sinking in, most disturbing in nature, the other’s purposes only speculative, she silently rereads the screen herself as she grips his shoulder with a cupped hand and asks.  “What… What you think all that stuff’s for?”  She asks, concern, apprehensiveness in her voice.  “I… I mean… a Wartenberg…. Wheel… That’s a… A doctor’s tool isn’t it?”

“Yea!”  He answers, also glancing over the screen again, a better idea then her as to what the list means.  “It’s got lots of spikes circling a wheel connected to a handle… And he emphasizes ‘sharp’ too.”

“Duct tape?... Rope?... And candles?... And… And alligator clips?”  She mutters as she shakes her head, senses the use of some of the more ominous items on the list as her stomach begins to churn, her heart picking up a couple beats as she reflexively tweaks a nipple between her thumb and fingernail, almost certain what the clips will be used on.

“Yea!”  Again breaking in, the excitement in his voice hard to shield, he blurts out.  “Serrated clips… That’s a bunch of teeth like, sharp points on metal clamps!... And he wants three of ‘em!”  Leaning closer to the screen knowing himself where the three clips will be used, glancing back toward her as she’s reflexively crossing her arms out in front of her chest, he adds.  “Rope… Draw tights… And what else?... Oh… A razor strap… And… And bailing wire?... What the fuck’s that wire going to be for, I wonder?”

“Fuck!... She shakes her head slowly back and forth.  “I wonder what the fuck he thinks he’s going to do with all that shit?...  And…  And what’s that crap about celibate?... No fucking sex?... Why?... What’s it to him?”

Leaning back, running his hand up the outer edge of her blue jeans, on up across the side of her blouse, he glances back at the screen, shaking his head back and forth as he adds.  “We know what he wants the camera for… Don’t we, babe?”

Chapter Three

       A couple more days, then another, finally the weekend arrives.  Late Friday night, the bag of items collecting in a bag in the garage, a thousand uses has crossed her mind during the week, probably two thousand crossing his.  Discussing the possibilities almost endlessly each night, each night of him bringing home another item or two on the list to add to in the sack, the memories of the first ‘shoot’ of photos, the pain involved, her apprehension begins to drift back into place, building with each passing day.  On the other hand, he’s struggled to try to shield his anticipation, the countless ways he’s picturing in his mind what she’s facing once the next ‘shoot’ begins.  One more day, not even that, she’ll be the model for part two of their tale.

       Another day, anxious, his having a hard time holding the anticipation in, it’s taken some serious coaching from him to keep her from nixing the appointment.  One more night, letting her toke a couple buds, chew a couple Xanax tablets, he’s run a hot bath for her in the circulating tub.  Extra bubbles, scented water, the works.  A glass of wine, giving her a few moments to soak, he quietly steps into the bathroom, kneels beside the almost overflowing tub.  Her head back against a large flattened coral sponge, arms stretched downward on either side of the flat lips of the tub, her eyes shut, the circulating ripple of the water affects the buoyancy of her soaped breasts as they gently lift and lower with the areolas, nipples partially submerged in the parting bubbles.

       Dipping in the water, drenching her chest with another hot, soapy sponge, he glances at her serine expression, her hair wrapped tightly behind her head pressing back, her face void of makeup, yet smooth, flawless, her full lips gently parting as she slowly breathes through her mouth as she reflexively arches her breasts forward, upward through the soapy bubbles to press into the soppy coral.  The marks left across her rounded globes from last week now traceless, her overall tan body glistening, the covering moisture beading, dripping from her bare flesh, a wisp of steam curls, rises from the bathwater.  Another calculated dip of his hand down into the tub, his arm submerged to his elbow, he swipes upward between her spread thighs, pressing against her pubic mound, up past her rippling navel as her parting legs respond.  Shoving the sponge again downward, pressing it deeper between her spreading thighs as her knees part, brush against the sides of the tub, the backs of his fingers slide across the puffy mounds of her labia, his knuckle flattening the nub of her clit as her hips rise, lower again into the hot swirling bathwater.

As she seems to utterly relax, his emotions are quite the contrary.  Restless with anticipation, visualizing using the memorized items in the bag on her naked flesh, he’s certain he knows where the serrated clips are going, all three of them as his submerged fingers continue to tease her clit while he watches the tan ovals of her areolas peek out of the soapy water.  The Wartenberg pinwheel’s also a given, the extra sharp needle tipped wheel will roll across her breasts and vagina quite nicely.  And, with the proper pressure, leave a nice pattern of tiny pin pricks.  More soap into the squeezed sponge, swiping it back and forth across her firm breasts, drenching her puckering nipples, he can envision the wide razor strap flattening both melons at the same time, then alternated across her butt cheeks, even up between her spread thighs.

Holding back the urge to climb into the tub with her, knowing for whatever reason, it’d be practically impossible for the author to know she’d been fucked before tomorrow night, he still restrains himself, just continues playing with her titties, her cunt as she’s practically limp, basically semi-conscious from the pills and pot mixed with the wine and hot soaking bath.  Besides, just envisioning where he’s going to get to use all those devices on her seems almost as good as the sex itself.   Another swipe of her bouncing titties, another submerged swipe between her separating thighs, he continues to anticipate, place his expectations into the many stories he’s read by the author.  Figuring the candles will obviously be used to drip wax across her naked flesh, obviously her breasts will be drenched in molten layers, covering her nipples, probably across her pubic mound and even down across her clit.  The possibilities flooding his thoughts as his cock stiffens, it’s even possible with the number of candles and their thicknesses; her orifices just might be used for candle holders.

Sliding a hand across his throbbing shaft as he continues to kneel on the wet floor, slowly stroking as his thoughts become even more erotic and sadistic, he keeps his eyes on her naked body slumped back, utterly relaxed by her sponge bath.  Thinking of what else is left of the items, the clothesline, obviously for binding, and maybe for suspending, and probably some hogtying, even tit tying, there’s any number of possibilities, but he still can’t figure what the spool of wire could be for, where it could be used, how it could apply to her.  Still thinking, still watching her boobs partially submerged, yet floating up and down in the soapy water, he runs the sponge back and forth across her parted thighs, her pubic mound as pre cum oozes from the tip of his pulsing shaft.

Several days without sex, feeling his masturbated cock twitching, beginning to throb, he drops the sponge in the water, quietly stands as he continues stroking the thick rod a little longer, harder as it begins to twitch.  Tilting her face toward his thighs with his free hand, gripping her hair, he shoves his spurting cock between her lips, rams it across her tongue, deep down into her throat.  Thrusting, ramming, staring down toward her startled eyes blinking hazily up into his, the soapy bath overflowing the side of the enclosure, her breasts splashing across the surface of the rippling water, he forces her face against his thighs as the second, third load of his cum gags her as she grunts, swallows, her hands gripping, slipping from the edges of the wet tub.

Pulling away, the familiar gush of air escaping her mouth from the suction of his still engorged cock, he kneels again, retrieves the sponge from the bathwater, swipes it playfully across her startled face, her still gapping mouth.   As he splashes more soapy water up across her breasts, again against her face with his bare hand, she turns her head away, mumbles, cusses as she swipes her own hand back and forth across her sticky lips, glances back into his eyes as she leans back, again grips the tub’s sides and rasps.  “Fuck!... Damn it!...  Now sponge me some more you asshole!… And…  And use it down between my legs, clean my cunt good… Work it for me real good.”  Still staring at him, she adds.  “That’s the least you can do for me now, asshole… Especially since you just shot your load in my mouth!”  Tracing her tongue around her wet lips, she mumbles.  “Your author friend didn’t say you couldn’t get me off… He just said you couldn’t fuck me!”

Kneeling on the wet floor, watching her head lean back, her eyes close, the tops of her knees raising out of the water, brushing against the sides of the tub, he retrieves the sponge from between her legs, slips his free hand across one of her glistening globes as he rubs the sponge back and forth across her clit.  Again his thoughts of the coming day, of what the instructions could possibly contain, watching her virtually oblivious to what she’s facing in just a few hours as her naked body begins to respond, rippling the water, knowing she’ll certainly realize the consequences when the drugs wear off, he still can’t figure what the roll of bailing wire’s to be used for.

Playing with her responding clit, the water rippling between her quivering thighs, he smiles as he thinks to himself, he’s sure the author won’t be disappointing, his stories almost never are.  Listening to her subtle moans, it’s obvious to him she’s certainly in for another serious workout, and it’s going to be incredible to be part of it again, especially getting to take more photos of her to send.  Continuing to sponge her vagina, manipulate her drenched breasts as she moans, grips the sides of the tub, he glances toward the clock, almost time for bed.

Chapter Four

Approaching noon, time for the e-mail, he finally sees the notice flashing across the screen at precisely twelve o’clock sharp.   As he taps the computer’s keys she stands behind him, nervous, having taken a couple Xenex without him knowing it, afraid to even anticipate what she’s in store for.  The message short, precise, the list will be a painful excursion into the storyline.  The several items all have their uses, except for the bailing wire for some reason.   Glancing up toward her, having her step around, sit on his lap, he holds her close to him in her cotton robe as they read the list a second time.

An occasional moan from her, a rub of her shoulders by him, he’s more then eager, excited even as he tries to shield his feelings from her as she mutters the list out loud.  “Wax on my titties… My nipples.”  She softly speaks as she taps a finger next to the key board.  “Bound spread-eagled with the rope…  The Wartenberg thing rolled across by nipples, my vagina!... That, that fucking bastard!”  Crossing her legs, a hand between her thighs, she continues.  “The sharp clamps clipped to my nipples, my clit!... Oh my God!”  She grunts as her thighs press even closer together.  “And… And the draw-tights binding my breasts as I’m hung by my wrists and whipped across my titties with that strap!... Fuck!... Fuck… Fuck!!... No way!... That’s… That’s too much!... Way too much!”

Still caressing a shoulder, pulling her back against him, he feels the excitement of doing all those things, photographing them, then being able to read the next chapter and think of her over and over in the storyline.  Slipping a hand inside her robe, feeling the smooth, flat surface of her areola, nipple, neither hard, just flat, he realizes she’s obviously not so excited with the message, yet.  Running his hand down her stomach, across her thighs as she continues to press her legs together, he brushes his chin across her neck, whispers in her ear.

“It’s okay… We can stop if you really want too… It’s okay; it was exciting while it lasted.”  His obviously disappointed voice, the pretense of understanding but with a hint of disappointment, he again brushes his chin across her neck, her ear as she squirms, continues to glance at the monitor as she cups a breast beneath her robe, slowly melds the firm flesh, flicks the nipple gently back and forth as it responds, shrivels.

“That… That’s just too much… Too harsh… Really it is!”  She mutters, almost apologetically as she turns her head, glances toward his disappointed expression.  “All that’ll hurt me… My titties too…  Too much.”

Staring into her welling eyes, giving her a subtle smile, knowing from her tone it’s still possible it won’t be long, she’ll be in the garage if he handles it just right, he cups his hand across hers beneath the robe, presses her palm onto her flattening breast.  “You think I’d let you really hurt these… To do anything to really leave any lasting marks or anything?”  He scolds, almost with a hurtful tone.  “It’s just a game, and if you want to stop now… Or even use a key word to stop at anytime while we play… It’s up to you, and its okay, Hon!... It’s your choice… It’s just… Just think how great our sex had been… But…. But it should still be good, anyway.”

Feeling the nub of her nipple responding beneath her palm, antagonizing over what to say, to accept, she mutters.  “A… a password if it hurts too much?... To… To stop when… If I want?... We can stop?... You sure?”   Thinking back to the occasional clothespins on her nipples, the almost child like fantasy games they’ve played out in the past between the two of them, compared to what’s on this list, she can’t block that feeling again from deep within, that little part of her that obviously enjoys the attention, even a certain amount of pain leading to their sex.

A caring smile, a soothing voice as he acknowledges her.  “Sure… A single, easy word if it feels too harsh and you want to quit.”  His stomach churning, knowing he’s got her on the verge of agreeing, he feels his cock hardening beneath her buttocks as he adds, taking away the option of not continuing.  “Up to you… So what’s the magic word going to be that’ll probably never have to be used anyway?… ‘Cause I’m not going to really hurt these titties… You know that, don’t you?”

“Oh… Okay… I… I guess… Okay then… We’ll try it.”  She almost whimpers, still glancing at the screen, noticing a blinking signal, nodding toward it, she asks.  “What’s that?... That there mean?”

Leaning forward, a couple flicks of the keys, a second e-mail scrolls across the screen.  Reading, rereading it, it’s an alternative to the scheduled session in the garage.  Glancing toward him, again toward the monitor, she asks.  “What’s that all mean… That… That suppose to be for tonight instead of the other stuff?”

Scanning the note again, an address of a fetish shop, a list to purchase stocked items, even the online address to have the material ready for purchase and pickup within the hour if purchased by credit card, they also see an address for an S and M club and a nine o’clock deadline to arrive at the club, and to be prepared for the evening’s activities.

The list of female items, clothing and cuffs, all quite in the fetish mode, the price not inexpensive, she again glances toward him, barely uttering the list.  “Stilettos, corset, chocker collar with leader leash.  Again glancing toward him, repeating ‘leader leash’, she continues with the screen.  “Wrist, ankle cuffs, garter, fishnet stockings… And Ball gag.”

Listening to the quiver in her soft rendition, he’s ready to reach for his credit card, go to the online store.  Glancing toward her, reading the bottom of the e-mail explaining the alternative to the initial session in the garage, realizing he’s to be her escort, actually to be her Dom at an S and M club on the other side of town this very evening, it’s hard to conceal his excitement of the possibilities.

“What’s he want us to do?”  She asks, concern, an almost unreceptive tone to her voice.  “You… You’ll take me to a fetish club… Dressed in that stuff?... Then what?”

Holding her tighter, thinking how exciting that could be, to go to something like that; he scrambles for a way to get her to approve, to do it.  “Hey, it could beat the hell out of what he wants us to do here… And… And you’ll be with me the whole time!”  He blurts.  “And we’ll be strangers to who evers there!... So… So no one will even know us.”

“Damn… Damn that’s scary!... And… Crazy!”  She shakes her head back and forth.  I… Don’t know!... I don’t really think it’s a good idea… Do… Do you?... Fuck, we don’t even know who they are!”

“Listen… The site’s on the web… Address and everything… It’s got to be safe… I mean especially with me being right there with you…. And… And if you don’t like it, we’ll just leave and come back home.”  His voice crisp, sharp.  “Huh?... Listen… We’ve kidded about stuff like that before while we played around… He’s giving us a chance to experience it… Just one time maybe… We can give it a try!!”

“Yea… Kidded… Fantasized.”  She answers, just a tinge of a slur.  “Just played with the thoughts while messing around……….”

“Okay… Then let’s just give it a try…. One time… Just one time… Okay?”

The pills taking the edge off, the thought kind of intriguing in a way, kind of, she kind of nods even as she actually knows better deep down.  Already entering the store’s online site, punching in the number for the order from the e-mail, seeing the items already waiting in the out basket, in a couple minutes the purchase is finalized, ready for pickup.

Lifting her up off his lap, a quick e-mail to the author, he figures he’ll be back within the hour if he leaves now.  “Start getting ready, I’ll be right back.”  Just getting the words out of his mouth, the e-mail’s returned.  Opening it, not even an appreciative comment, reading the short note explaining the etiquette of being a submissive, the proper procedures she’s expected to abide by, he realizes she’ll need some quick training of the short list when he gets back.

Keys in hand, a peck on her cheek, he stares into her slightly hazing eyes.   “Get your bath… Get made up while I’m gone… When I get back I’ll show you a few things he sent for you to practice on before you get dressed… Understand?”

A nod, her robe slipping off her shoulders, she mumbles.  “You’ll be back… I’ll be ready… Okay!”

The electronic garage door opening as he backs his Lexus out onto the driveway, flicking the opener, the door shutting, the excitement’s almost overwhelming as he pulls out of the cul-de-sac. Thinking of some of the storylines involving S and M clubs by the author, the reality of actually becoming involved with one, he can’t wait.   Damn, his mind races, who the hell knows what’s going to happen tonight, and its all going to be real!

End Part Two

           

            

   

                          

WATCH WHAT YOU ASK FOR

Part Three… Her experience of submissiveness

Having tentatively accepted the author’s alternative, she prepares for the journey to the S and M club by bathing, dressing for the occasion with the new fetish garb brought back by her fiancé.  A couple hours of basic instructions for her to perform as a submissive are finally followed up by an hour or so drive to the other side of town.  The trip remains virtually silent as their individual thoughts of the upcoming evening are kept mostly to themselves, his of excitement and anticipation while her persuaded commitment’s mixed with an uneasy nervousness, even with the couple Xanax taken earlier without his knowledge. 

Chapter One

Staring out the passenger side into the semidarkness of dusk, she feels the car slowing as it nears the posted entrance of their destination.  The partial silhouette of a large mansion high on a hill in the background, the sight of the foreboding opening gate of the driveway heightens her misgivings, her thoughts dwelling more and more on the author, actually his graphic stories of just this type of place that they’ve agreed for her to submit herself too.  She also realizes that her first authentic submissive experience is about to begin in earnest as they slowly pass what appears to be the guard shack as the gate closes ominously behind them.

Her new garb binding, uncomfortable to say the least, she reaches above the rim of the corset, reflexively cups, lifts her firm, bare breasts outward.  Gently caressing her globes bulging across the top of the boned hemline beneath the spread trench coat, she senses the nubs of her nipples responding from her circling thumbs, even as her stomach continues to churn. 

Still silence, the car navigates the winding driveway, the secluded drive from the city having taken a better part of an hour.  Slowly passing the covering trees, shrubs lining either side of the winding brick drive, the clearing in front of the veranda’s lit up out of the darkness in front of the ivy covered aged brick façade.  Even more imposing close up, its numerous leaded pane windows appear ominously shadowed from the dark curtains drawn from within, all so much like described in his more sadistic tales.

The black Lexus slowing to a stop at the curb behind several other obviously more expensive vehicles, they momentarily glance into each other’s eyes, his unable to conceal his excited anticipation, hers showing the signs of her trepidation as he reaches across the seat, unwraps the waist strap, spreading her trench coat open he slips her hands down away from her breasts.  Almost anxiously placing his index finger up across her lips, he whispers.  “You know how hard it is to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut!... Now remember the instructions… Silence and obedience… At all times…. Okay?”  Staring into her eyes, reaching toward her, gripping and sliding her hands down into her coat pockets, he continues.  “Now… You look beautiful… Perfect… I can’t wait to show you off!... Ready?”

Glancing into her uncertain eyes, reaching across, cupping a bare breast, he smiles.  “Tease ‘em a little with these big titties of yours… Have some fun… Show ‘em off!... You know I’m not going to let anything really happen to you in there, don’t you?”  Tweaking the nipple, another grin, he adds.  “Now then… Arch those shoulders back real good and keep your hands in your pockets with the coat spread wide when we get out… Remember one of the rules… You’re not allowed to conceal yourself from anyone.”

Giving a nervous nod, then almost startled by the sound of one of the valets opening the door on her side of the car, she senses the eyes already on her as she turns, twists in her short trench coat brushing across her breasts as she nervously steps out of the warm car and onto the brick circular drive.  Several uniformed young men attending to the cars, a doorman on the stoop, all are obviously drawn toward her as she embarrassingly glances around.  Anxiously obeying her fiancé’s instructions, taking a deep breath of cool air as her heart pounds in her chest, she arches her shoulders back, hesitantly but obediently spreads the coat apart from the bottom up exposing the black garters and fishnet stockings adorning her toned thighs.  Another nervous breath as she feels the crisp night air brushing across her naked flesh, she lowers her eyes before spreading the coat even further, revealing her bared pubic mound along with her glistening legs down to her defined calves, her embarrassment obvious.

Hearing a couple whispers, a lewd murmur or two, feeling the warmth blushing across her face, she silently stands beside the car in her matching six inch heels, hands still clenched, fingers gripping the insides of the pockets as her fiancé steps from the driver’s door, glances toward her over the roofline.  Sensing his stare, taking another deep breath, she spreads the coat even wider as she nibbles on her lower lip, her bare breasts jaunting outward, the areolas shriveling, nipples hardening while pressing toward one another as the spreading cloth coat material contours around the curves of her globular mounds, exposing them to the elements.  Hearing a number of obvious lewd remarks from the valets, still staring downward between her bared breasts, toward her feet, she obediently waits for her fiancé.  Glancing upward toward the imposing double entry doors of the imposing structure as he circles the Lexus to step in front of her she again  takes a couple deep breathes.

       Remaining a step or so behind him, cautiously maneuvering several wide, curved stone steps, reaching a short landing in her tall stilettos, she finds herself entering inside the circular foyer furnished in the Victorian style period, its curved walls spiraling upwards to the decorative ceiling twenty, maybe twenty five feet above the checkered marble floor.  The area in foreboding shadows, the dim lighting appears to set the tone, even in the occupied hallways leading toward different directions into the facility.  A counter not unlike one in a finer restaurant off to one side, a formally attired man standing behind it nods at their arrival, glances down through his glasses toward the pad under the reading lamp with pencil in hand.  Their ‘reservations’ being quickly acknowledged for the evening, she stands just off from her fiancé as they listen to the man’s slightly accented and firm voice overriding the immediate silence.

“The name of you and your submissive has been withheld by request of your sponsor for the evening’s activities for your privacy.”  He instructs before glancing past the fiancé, nodding directly toward her open coat, bared breasts.  Slowly eyeing her up and down, he lowers his spectacles partially across the bridge of his nose with one hand while adding.  “Tonight you will be known simply as “O” and nothing else…”O”… Should be easy enough to remember… Like in the classic Pauline Reage literature… You will answer obediently to “O” or be punished… During however long we determine your stay with us will be, you are “O” while in our presence… Understand?”

Struggling not to speak out at the redundancy of his remarks, emotions mixed, wanting in the worst way to tell him she’s been promised that they’ll leave whenever the fuck she decides too, instead she just gives a reflexive nod toward her fiancé as he turns, reaches out for her coat sleeves.  His eyes not meeting hers, she can’t help noticing the anticipating expression on his face while a pair of the valets steps behind her carrying the cuffs and collar in the bag, her tension mounting as she realizes her ordeal’s beginning in earnest.  Allowing her hands to be lifted from her pockets, sensing an already approaching gathering from the corridors into the foyer around them as she allows herself to be turned around, remains motionless as her tan coat’s roughly stripped from her bowing shoulders.

More then a couple murmurs from the encircling group breaks the silence as her pendulous breasts jaunt outward, bouncing, freely swaying as they overflow above the wisp of her black corset while the rest of her olive toned naked body’s totally revealed down to her black fishnet stockings.  Realizing her shaven pubic mound, her vagina’s also getting plenty of attention she senses the warmth of her face immediately blushing again as she reflexively presses her thighs together, lowers her eyes.

Directing her attention away from the onlookers and toward the black and white tiled floor while still hearing the murmurs picking up from the obviously impressed group, the sight of her virtual nudeness draws further scrutiny, even more so as she finds herself being twisted about while her wrists are cuffed behind her back.  She can’t help sensing the reality of the situation, the starkness, the chill of the foreboding atmosphere as her flesh tingles from the Goosebumps rising across her bare breasts separating, spreading even further out above the seemingly ever tightening corset constricting her waist.

Feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat escalating in her chest along with the queasiness in her churning stomach as she forces herself to remain silent and stare downward, she feels the black leather strap being wrapped around and affixed just above her elbows.  Tugged tightly, her swaying breasts are humiliatingly forced to jaunt even further outward with each jerk, separating and jiggling, the tanned nipples dancing high on her chest as her shoulders are forced to bow, arch back.  Sensing the continuous warmth of her face as she again glimpses the circling onlookers, a leather neck length chocker collar is slipped around her throat as her chin’s forced upward.  Secured with a leader leash attached to the front of the black collar holding her head straight forward while a bright red rubber ‘O’ ring is forced to squeeze inside her mouth, she feels  it’s black straps firmly fastened behind her neck.

Lips spread painfully wide, stretching around the firm rubber circle; she senses the initial traces of saliva already trickling from her yawning mouth down across her bare flesh.  Surrounded by the emergent group, the looped end of the leash is handed to the receptionist as her fiancé unexpectedly steps aside, back out of her sight.

“Time to begin her tour.”  The man instructs as he nods past her, toward her fiancé. Glancing back toward her, he adds.  “Don’t worry… He’ll meet up with us again…  It’ll just be a little later… After you’re prepared!”

Without warning she finds herself stumbling forward, unable to look back from the collar for her fiancé, the only person she knows as she’s led flushed face through the curious gathering, being displayed basically naked while awkwardly following the man from behind into the bowels of the old Victorian style building, a building seemingly way to large to be just a mansion, more like an old sanitarium.

Beginning their walk from shadowy room to shadowy room amongst the various accumulating members of the club, even with the surreal feelings of what’s happening to her, she can’t help observing that the somewhat scattered groups consist of mainly couples, mostly what appears to be male Doms with a number of them being accompanied by their obedient female subs.  Her compressed stomach churning, twisting in knots, she mentally chastises herself for agreeing to submit to something obviously so far out of their league, something obviously way more then just play acting and now, especially with the unexpected disappearance of her fiancé.  The hollowed, stoic expressions of some of the silent submissive’s sending chills up her spine, the gravity of her situation’s becoming clearer to her as the effects of her Xanax have diminished.

Still being led by the jerking leash, the attention she’s already receiving’s humiliating, bordering on sinister as she’s more then worried about being separated from her fiancé.  Trying to avoid the lewd stares while it’s obvious to her that she can’t ignore the overwhelmingly crude comments, her apprehension mounts with the collection of ominous strangers as she nervously shuffles behind the man.  

Keeping her gaze downward to block out the surroundings as much as possible, glancing between her spreading breasts thrust out across her restrictive corset, she tries to focus her eyes no higher then the leash with her chin forced upward by the leather formed chocker collar.  Finding the atmosphere more and more ominous the deeper they disappear into the vast mansion, actually even more physically chilling and damp, she can’t prevent the constant traces of saliva stringing down, glistening across her tanned bare breasts from the bight red ‘O’ ring that’s forming her matching red lips into a near perfect oval.  Stumbling along as the leader leash alternates tugging, slackening from the tight fitting collar, she senses hands, fingers beginning to disgustedly touch her bare flesh from the sides, from behind as they slowly pass through the ogling crowd.

Arms tingling, numbing as they arch back from her bowing shoulders compressed in the tight straps, she can sense her thick tight braid of slicked back hair brushing back and forth between her strapped elbows.  Palms offered outward beneath her wrist cuffs, her flexing fingers nervously brushing across the curving mounds of her bare buttocks, she tries to somehow cover, to protect the crack of her butt cheeks from the roving fingers.  Starkly sensitive that she appears almost more then naked, the matching but unbroken-in black leather and latex outfit she’s wearing, what there is of it, presses into her bare flesh, her stomach condensed inside the clinging material.

At times returning quick piercing glances toward the onlookers as she feels their fingers beginning to not only touch her breasts, but also probe between her thighs, she’s more and more reminded how vulnerable she is.  Her only covering clothing, the looping boned top of the diminutive cinching corset rides up her hollowed stomach to just below the edge of her defined ribcage while the boned bottom hem of the material rides well above the curves of her hips. The taut material in front stretching downward to just below her navel cinches her waistline to no more then twenty inches, not only accentuating her otherwise naked body but forcing her to struggle for shallow, rasping breaths.

Led ever deeper into the building, her cold, saliva spattered breasts formed into firm globular mounds; humiliatingly stand outright off her bare chest as her torments both mentally and physically escalate as she steps through the hallways.  The wide spreading dark areolas having become unprotected targets of what’s becoming an occasional tweaking fingernail, she can only reflexively twist, bend or grunt as her shoulders are forced back by the straps.  Keeping her buttocks awkwardly likewise to try to at least protect her shaven slit from the mounting probing fingers, she tries to mentally block out the occasional tweak as she struggles to keep her eyes focused downward.  Allowing herself to be slowly led further and further into the bowels of the mansion her anxiety mounting, she’s still mostly apprehensive of where she’s being led and what’s in store for her. 

Almost a half hour ticking slowly by, she’s forced to continue their journey from what seems like one endless room after another.  Intermingling and vocally abused by both men and women alike, even with her mounting trepidation she can’t help noticing that of all the other subs, none so far has been presented with such revealing outfits as hers; actually nowhere near.  A partial nipple exposed here and there, showing a piercing stud, maybe a tattoo, even one with what appears to be a branding, there’s not another female outfitted nearly as humiliating as her own attire revealing virtually everything.  Each minute becoming even more unnerving, the tour of the first floor of the mansion seemingly eerily endless and filled with ogling eyes and roving hands, she’s aggravated, anxious and unfortunately helpless from the continuous abuse, all just adding to the more then surreal atmosphere.

Chapter Two

Finally stepping into yet another crowded room like so many of the others, having so far noticed that there’s less then a handful of female Dominatrix accompanied by their male subs intermingling, she notices a female Dom with her submissive standing out from the crowd, seemingly as exposed as her, even more so.  Also followed by a considerable contingent, she’s leading her male sub with a leash stretching outward, attached somewhere down between his thighs.  Tall and muscular, wearing only a black satin mask over his dark brown eyes piercing out from the pair of oval cutouts, he’s literally standing out from the rest, stark naked and with his enormous privates swaying out in full view.

Gawking toward his dark portentous presence following beyond the Dom, herself strikingly attractive in a harsh sort of way while attired in the stereotypical black leather Mistress outfit, ‘O’ tries to maintain the appearance of not staring down toward his enormous attributes.  Briefly glancing away from the couple as she feels the tug on her own leash, the man leading her toward the pair, she finds herself nearly stumbling face forward, barely catching herself as she momentarily stares down between her swaying breasts toward the carpet, but then again quickly back to between his muscular thighs.

Having doubts as to if what she’s staring at could even possibly be real, she senses the warmth of her face obviously blushing as she’s mesmerized by the size of the thick erect penis standing practically upright above the glistening silver leader chain attached to a matching band tightly squeezed around his engorged, purplish scrotum.  The thoughts flashing through her mind, she can’t help realizing how the glistening cock’s length and girth rivals the description of the stranger’s in the author’s tale, a good couple inches larger then her fiancé’s own quite large manhood.  And, actually even his athletic appearance, the broad shoulders, the Pecs, his rippling thighs, all seems out of the story, and belonging to her ravaging stranger.  On the other hand, she can’t help thinking he seems so oddly out of place with his rugged good looks to be someone’s sub.

Again her stomach churning, her chest pounding, quickly glancing around, she realizes he’s receiving as many stares as she is.  His hands cuffed behind his back in chains, chest thrust outward, thick, overly large metal nipple rings glistening on his hairless chest; a brilliantly colored dragon tattoo stands out just below his left shoulder as he’s led toward them.  Unable to stop staring down toward his crotch as they step even closer, she’s struck by the sparkle, the thick, double balled stud affixed through his swollen shaft just behind the enormous crown oozing a trace of fluid.  Watching the surreal pulsing movement of the glistening stud, she can’t help to wonder just how painful that had to have been when applied, driven through his cock.  Briefly glancing upward at his broad silhouette, even with his huge physic he’s not so tall above her with her six inch heels.

The room becoming deafly quite, she senses the chill up her spine, the hair raising on the back of her neck as she notices’ his dark piercing eyes through the narrow slots of the black mask, almost evil, not blank like many of the other submissive’s.  Lewdly glaring downward, obviously transfixed onto her overflowing breasts, she realizes he’s silently staring just as strongly at her bare breasts, her quivering nipples as she’d been at his chained cock.

“Evening!”

The woman’s voice firm, almost startling in the quietness of the area, more then a hint of a foreign accent, she’s also staring obviously toward ‘O’s breasts.  Speaking directly to the man first, she adds.  “So I finally meet her!... The girl in his latest tale… And tonight she is ‘O’… I’ve heard so much about her already by our mutual friend, who by the way sent me some fantastic photos of her over the club’s website!”  Nodding toward ‘O’s reddening face, her unexpected knowledge of photos being spread across the internet showing in her expression, the Dom glances back toward the man, continues.  “I guess she didn’t know, huh?... Oh well… Anyway… It’s obvious who’s been sent here tonight to get her brains fucked out by my boy’s monstrous cock, isn’t it?”

Another glance toward  ‘O’s bare breasts quickly followed by a glance down toward her submissive’s cock as she gives the leash a harsh jerk, the Dom glances around at some of the collecting group and adds.  “My oh my!… Just look who we’ve brought with us to copulate in front of everyone tonight… The girl with the biggest set of titties and my boy with the biggest cock in the house… And both from the newest story line!... And we have ‘em both right here together in the same room right now, huh?”  Looking around toward ‘O’s cuffed wrists, back up toward her deeply blushing face, she sarcastically glances toward the man as she checks the bindings.  “May… I?”  She slowly, patronizingly asks even as she reaches out, begins to manipulate the strap as her leader leash’s end loops around her wrist, the opposite end still dangling off her submissive’s privates.

Not even waiting for an answer, she first unties the strap binding ‘O’s elbows, and then undoes a single wrist cuff.  Raising ‘O’s arms upward, lifting both elbows high above her head, fastening the free cuff back on the wrist, securing both wrists to the back of the chocker collar, she smiles as she watches the nipples jiggling, the globular melons separating as they rise higher across ‘O’s arching chest.  Looping the strap behind the collar, crossing the dangling ends around and in front of her armpits, tugging back, forcing her shoulders to bow further back, her elbows to spread apart above her head, she tugs the ends of the strap together thrusting ‘O’s already substantial breasts even further outward.  Ignoring the grunts, the whimpers coming from the glistening red ‘O’ ring drooling saliva as she gives another couple brisk tugs, fastening the strap’s ends to the same ring on the back of ‘O’s collar, she checks the tenseness of the bindings as she watches the set of heaving breasts bounce, sway, slap together before finally coming to rest practically pointing in opposite directions out above the miniscule corset.

A satisfactory nod, she runs a fingernail slowly down across ‘O’s right breast, looping the finger around the puckered nipple, letting the pointed tip sink into the tan flesh. Tracing the manicured red polished nail inward, downward into the saliva crisscrossing in multiple defined streaks through the widened valley separating both thrust out globes, sliding the long tip of the nail around the left areola, poking it playfully into that puckered nub, she nods again toward the man as her finger sinks into the tit flesh.  “See… Aren’t they much better separated way out on her chest like this?… Totally unobstructed?”

Slipping her hands beneath, cupping both breasts, glancing toward the numerous small bruises across the rounded globes, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as she smirks.  “Oh my!... Just look at all these little bruises from pinch marks!...  I see you’ve been introduced in the other rooms, haven’t you dear?”   Glancing back toward the man, she continues.  “Anyway… Pushed out like they are now… Just makes these big ‘ol titties that much more assessable for anything you want to do with them!... Don’t you agree?”  Dropping her hands, smacking both globes at the same time, watching the swaying breasts slap together, spread apart, she again cups the bouncing melons, holds them still before she slowly draws her hands back away before adding.  “Together or separate… Watch!”  A quick slap of the left breast, watching it bobble, gently sway, followed by another slap of the right with the same result and she nods toward the fiancé.  “See what I mean?”    

Staring back into ‘O’s welling eyes, the tone suddenly becomes more serious, sinister.  “Look at me… Listen up… My boy was brought here for one reason tonight… To mount and fuck you in real life for the member’s amusement… Pretty much like in the story you’re featured in!... Yes… He’s going to titty fuck you first and then explore all three of your orifices… Each and every one of them one at a time… He’s going to fuck them until he cums in each one separately!... Then all over you while you hang there naked, just like in the story!”  Watching ‘O’s eyes widening, her face maintaining a reddish glow, she continues.  “He’s going to entertain the members with his abilities to have multiple orgasms… You’re going to be displayed quite nicely for him too… Naked of course!... Like in the story… But you’ll be expected to do your share while he does his or I’ll be right there to coach you along…. Painfully coach you along…. Understand?”

Wide-eyed, her eyes darting around, the story flashing through her mind, scanning for the sight of her fiancé, ‘O’ can barely grunt an inaudible reply through her drooling gag as she feels her nipple being compressed between the Dom’s fingernail and thumbnail, then just as quickly released.  Whimpering again as she feels the lasting effects of the harshness of the fingernails impression, saliva trickles off her chin, her eyes darting back down toward the sub’s thick manhood appearing to continue to swell as it flexes above the leader leash.  Smiling, the Dom staring down toward the huge shaft, then quickly between ‘O’s thighs, warns.  “I think you’re attracted to this big ‘ol cock of his, aren’t you dear?… I certainly hope that cunt of yours can stretch as big as those titties there or he’s going to get blood all over that thing of his!”

Feeling her heart pounding deep inside her chest, ‘O’ can’t help staring downwards, doubting it could possibly penetrate her without tearing her vagina, and even worse, thinking of her rectum, she’s never been anally penetrated before, ever!  Emitting more muffled grunts, glancing wildly back and forth for the sight of her fiancé, back toward the Dom, then down toward the throbbing cock again; she can’t believe the threats, what’s in store for her, how much of that story she’s going to be forced to mimic!

Turning with more then a smirk then a smile, the Dom glances sharply into ‘O’s eyes as she gives another harsh tug on the leash, the sub’s cock smacking across ‘O’s bare thigh as he’s made to step even closer.  Giving off what sounds almost like a childish giggle while slowly nodding, turning her head she slips a forefinger down across ‘O’s bare pubic mound.

Fingering, flicking the tip of the hidden clit for just a couple moments, she lifts the girth of his cock in the palm of her hand, rubs the engorged crown up and down against the puffy lips of ‘O’s parting labium, forces the oozing head to press past the spreading folds and against the exposed nub.  Rubbing the crown firmly up and down three, four times, she smacks the thick shaft causing it to bounce away, slip down between ‘O’s thighs leaving a drool of sticky fluid across her glistening, spreading puffy flesh.

Squinting her eyes, turning her head away while feeling the warmth of his manhood pressed across her shaven vagina, sensing it pulse as it’s pressed forward between her spreading cuntlips, the swollen head rubbed across her tingling clit, she struggles to hold back a moan as saliva drools from the mouth gag.  Shoulders twitching, breasts swaying above the corset, she inhales a harsh breath through her flaring nostrils as her thighs reflexively presses together, an attempt to squeeze tight, but unable to keep the shaft pressed across her surprisingly responding clit. 

“Yes… It looks to me like he just might rip you wide open, girl!... Let’s see.”  She smirks as she lets a fingertip probe into the quivering tight slit up to a knuckle, twisting back and forth, her thumb pressing across the responding, engorged clit as the moistness clings to her finger.

“Let’s see here… Damn!… This really is a kind of tight pussy, and … And what’s this?... Why it feels to me like its kind’a getting a little wet too… Isn’t it?”  Stroking a single finger, then two, finally three up to their second knuckles, she smirks.  “Yes… That’s better… Much… That tight little hole does stretch out wider with a little help, doesn’t it?”  The Dom practically giggles as she works her fingers, watches ‘O’ twist, sees her still squinting eyes somewhat glazing as she bends forward, her bare breasts swaying above the corset as the fingers press, twist in and out, scraping across the nub of ‘O’s engorging clit.

Sliding her hand away, holding her glistening fingers up, smiling toward the group’s obviously enthralled expressions, the Dom smirks.  “Wow!... What a tight little wet cunt… And for such big ‘ol titties bouncing around up there, too!... And, my!... Just look how hard those nipples are getting!”

Turning toward her sub’s cock, yanking the leash upwards, spreading her hand, she’s only able to partially encircle his throbbing shaft with her index finger and thumb as she slips her hand backwards toward his thighs, stretching back the foreskin in her grip.  Slowly shaking her head back and forth as she glances back toward ‘O’, catching the disbelief in her glazing eyes staring at the swollen, oozing crown throbbing, twitching, pointed directly at her, she smiles while slowly nodding her head back and forth, barely whispering.  “Ouch!... He’s going to hurt you with this monster, isn’t he?... Those studs will feel exuberating ripping back and forth inside that cunt of yours, too… I know!”

Giving a couple of rapid back and forth harsh strokes of her fingers across the swelling shaft, a mounting drool of creamy fluid oozes from the tip of the engorging crown as she hesitates, glances into ‘O’s riveted eyes once again.  “I usually have to use both hands on him when I milk this thing… When I do allow him to cum occasionally.”  A couple more jerking strokes as the tips of her fingernails dig into the stretching foreskin, the thick purple veins jaggedly visible, swelling as his cock pulses, she adds.   “That’s between these exhibitions once in a while, when he’s been good… Real good for me!”

A slight giggle, letting his cock bounce free as she releases her grip, again a knowing smile while turning her head back away, toward the man with the leash, she points toward a wide staircase, nods.  “Come along to the room upstairs in a couple minutes so we can prepare her for the group… And by the way… It seems everyone’s responded for tonight’ show… I guess they all love the storyline… And I think they’ve all seen the photos of her on our website!”   Another glance toward ‘O’, she nods. “If you’d be so kind as to let me have control of her for the rest of the evening once she’s upstairs… Then I can get her ready for my boy… Show her what I’ve got to help keep her motivated if need be.”

Another glance into ‘O’s welling eyes, she adds.  “There’s a nice platform with bondage pillars up there reserved just for you tonight… For all night if we want… It can be surrounded by the members while he rides you in various positions like in your story.”  Another glance toward the stairs, slowly shaking her head back and forth, she steps over, acknowledges another group of her friends as she gives a brisk yank of the chain.  Her sub’s eyes staring menacingly into ‘O’s as he obediently turns, the warmth of his oozing cock scrapes forcefully across ‘O’s cold, bare leg.

Feeling like her heart’s pounding out of her chest from the alarming comments, even more from the sensations of his enormous manhood being pressed across her thigh, his hot secretions clinging across her bare flesh, ‘O’ can’t help continuing to stare down at that enormous cock visibly throbbing, seeming to grow even larger, even as he turns and walks away.  Swollen into at least a twelve inch long shaft, its engorged head jiggling, oozing as he steps away, the silver stud‘s balls glisten behind either side of the swollen crown.

Feeling her knees weakening, her own body quivering, the sounds of anticipating voices rising around her, she finally takes her eyes from between the sub’s thighs.  Gazing down, then around from the rim of the stiff leather collar she embarrassingly notices her own nipples are even thicker, harder on her puckering areolas as she senses the warmth spreading across her still reddened face once again.  Glancing around, she quickly realizes how many people are surrounding them, climbing the staircase, listening, watching, obviously ready for the show, anxious to see their naked bodies mounted together like in the tale on the website.

Her leash jerked, she finds herself almost pleadingly grunting, whining while following the man from behind.  Passing through the group, she can’t block the thoughts of the early storyline flashing through her mind, the fantasizing of that huge cock consuming her.  Now after actually seeing, and then feeling such a monstrous cock against her bare flesh, the feeling’s almost indescribable.  Still feeling the initial overwhelming shear terror of being brutalized, yet somehow she senses something else too, almost as overwhelming.  Sensing her body’s physical reaction to the threat seeming somehow much different, she realizes her thickened nipples seem to almost ache to be touched, manipulated while she humiliatingly realizes the stickiness between her thighs isn’t just his as it traces down her inner thigh.   And, the churning in her stomach caused by fear, somehow similar but heightened sensations are spreading deeper inside, much deeper, clear up through her womb.  As they reach the bottom of the stairs she finds her heart pounding, and not just from fear.

More drool flowing from the ’O’ ring, her chest glistening with trails of saliva, her breasts bouncing as she awkwardly climbs the staircase, a steady stream traces downward across her sternum onto the top edge of the dampening corset.  Staring up toward the back of the man’s head as she feels the leader chain tugged again and again, she can see the light reflecting from the double doors opened at the top of the landing, more of the crowd gathering across the second floor, awaiting, anticipating her arrival and workout.  She can only wonder where her fiancé is as she also thinks of the huge cock waiting for her.

End Part Three