It was 11.35 and I rushed toward the tube station, desperate to catch the train on time. Embarrassingly, I tripped on the last step into the underground and was sent hurling forward into a man clutching a briefcase. I damned the high heeled shoes I was wearing under my breath and looked up curiously into the face of the man I had just run into.

“I’m so sorry” I said apologetically, only to find him laughing at the situation. “That’s ok” he said cheerfully, “It’s not every day I find Marilyn Monroe throwing herself at me”. I explained that I had just been to a fancy dress party round the corner. “Yeah, I don’t usually dress like this…” I giggled and he smiled warmly back.

As we waited he made small talk with me, I found out that his name was Mark, he worked for a solicitors company and had been working late. “My name’s Sarah, but you can call me Marilyn if you want to” I said playfully and a sexy smile set on his lips.

I was extremely tipsy and couldn’t stop myself from flirting with him. We both boarded the same train and he sat in the seat next to me. More then once I caught him staring at my white stockings, which normally would have freaked me out a bit, but he was so handsome and smart looking in his suit that I found myself not caring.

“Well, it was nice “bumping into you” Mark” I laughed “but this is my stop”. “That’s a strange coincidence, it’s mine as well” he said. We both got off together. “So where are you headed?” I asked and he told me he was going home, and as it turned out, his street was the same direction as mine. “Would you like to escort me home?” I asked and he replied in the affirmative.

To my surprise, he put his hand around my waist and pulled me a little into his side. I thought about whether I was comfortable with this for a moment, but decided it was fine, it was a freezing cold night after all.

“You really do look like her you know” Mark said. “Who?” I said absentmindedly. “Marilyn Monroe!” Mark laughed. “Ooooh” I said rolling my eyes “I’m sorry Mark, obviously I’m living proof that blondes are dumb” I said a little embarrassed. Then he stroked my blonde, slightly wavy Marilyn hair, which sort of took me by surprise, but when I looked into his eyes any anxiety I had melted away. “But I suppose it means you like to have fun” he suggested staring deeply back at me. “Yeah, I like fun…” was all I managed to reply.

We were outside my apartment now and I found myself not wanting to say goodbye to Mark. “So… would you like my number?” I suggested, flashing him my wickedest Marilyn grin. “Hmmm…” he playfully hesitated, until we both burst out laughing. “Oh, fuck it” I said suddenly deciding “Why don’t you come in for a coffee?”.

“If by coffee you mean a nice chilled bottle of Rose” he said smirking. I giggled back “Ok, but only the one bottle, and then I’ll throw you out”. “That’s a deal” he replied.

I staggered up the stairs in my hated heels to my door, which I opened and let myself and Mark in. No sooner had I shut the front door, Mark pounced on me, he bought my body close to his and gave me a deep French kiss. “I didn’t see that coming” I said, quite amazed at his forwardness. There was no apology from Mark just another one of his smouldering smiles which made swoon inside.

“Let me get you that drink” I said, showing him to my couch. From the kitchen I bought back a tray containing a bottle of Rose and two crystal glasses, a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of sugar. I sat on the floor in front of him and poured us both a glass. I dipped a strawberry into the sugar and then fed it to him and enjoyed the brief look of satisfaction that passed across his face. I wanted to give him more satisfaction that just strawberries.

We drank the wine and ate the strawberries for about half an hour. “I can’t believe I’ve let a complete stranger into my house” I said with disbelief “I hope you don’t think I do this often”. “I’m sure you don’t” said Mark sincerely. I excused myself and went to the toilet, and when I came back, Mark had lit some candles.

“You look so good” he whispered and pulled me towards him. Slowly he let one hand glide from my knee up my leg across my white stockings. He felt my suspender belt, and gasped in mock disbelief when he realised I hand no knickers on (I had taken them off in the toilet). I picked up my glass of wine and drunk from it as he slid his hands across the lips of my pussy. I couldn’t resist and pushed myself against him, biting my bottom lip

“You’re ever so wet” he said softly and I agreed and pushed my crotch harder against his hand. I was surprised when he withdrew his hand and asked me to lick my juices off his fingers, but I did as he asked because it sounded like he really wanted me to do it. “Ooh yes” he murmured as I licked his fingers.

“Your shoulders look exquisite in that halter neck” Mark said. “Come sit between my legs so I can massage them for you” he said and pointed at a spot of the carpet between his legs. I enjoyed it that he was telling me what to do. I sat beneath him and felt his warm hands massage my shoulders. I got sleepy soon after finishing my wine and blacked out.

When I came to I panicked as I found myself in bondage. I realised I had been stripped of my Marilyn dress and tied spread eagle on my silk bed sheets, tied in some washing line string to my bedposts. All I was wearing now was my strapless bra, the suspender belt and stockings.

Looking up I was Mark sucking on a strawberry. He looked so sexy; he had removed his jacket and stood now in a partly undone shirt and trousers which appeared to be bulging slightly at the crotch. I suddenly came to my senses, this man had obviously tricked me, drugged me and bound me to my bed, I should be angry at him.

“What do you think you are doing?” I yelled “Untie me at once!”. Mark raised his eyebrows and simply said “No” and then smiled politely. “Mark, look this isn’t funny, I don’t like this, please… I’ll have sex with you but I don’t want to do it like this” I pleaded. “Unfortunate for you then isn’t it” he replied.

“I found this in a box under your bed” he said as he held up my vibrator switching it on to full power, reminding me of how good it feels once it’s inside me. I was embarrassed and speechless, full of fear as to what he would do next. “Look Mark, please, please…” I said desperately. “In my briefcase, I have a large ball gag that would fill your mouth so beautifully, it’s up to you, you can either stay quiet or have the gag”. I shut up.

He slid two silky pillows under my ass, which raised my crotch up so he could see everything. I squirmed as his warm hand stroked my shaven pussy. He started on my mound and then moved one finger down between my slit, while with his thumb he toyed with my clitoris. I involuntarily let a moan escape my mouth as he played with me, and then I looked away from him and what he was doing to try and ignore what was going on.

There was no ignoring what was going on when he slid my vibrator into my pussy. He slid the thing all the way in and turned it on to its medium setting. Over the hum of the vibrator I heard him say “I just need to go and make a phone call, and then I’ll be right back” before turning it all the way up.

Once left alone, I struggled to get free of my bondage, but after about three minutes of pulling and writhing I gave up, sensing that this was going to be a long night. Mark returned just as the pulsating between my legs grew unbearable. I wanted to beg again for him to let me go but I knew it would get me nowhere.

My squirming and writhing had partly pushed the vibrator out and this time, instead of being gentle, Mark almost smacked the thing back inside me, which caused me to cry out. “Now, we’re going to have some fun and games before my friend gets here” Mark said wickedly. “What?! Your friend?!” I panicked. “You just can’t keep your mouth shut can you?” Mark said fetching the ball gag from his briefcase.

“No, no, no…” I pleaded, but Mark just smiled. He asked me to open my mouth, but I shook my head, and then suddenly he grabbed my hair and yanked it back. My mouth flew open as a scream escaped and he quickly rammed the gag into my mouth and then buckled it around my head. I screamed and screamed for him to take the gag off, but he wouldn’t.

Next he took out a blindfold and fastened it across my desperate eyes. I couldn’t bear to not be able to see what he was up to, in my house, but my begging behind the gag was useless. I felt a clamp across my clit and bit the ball gag in pain as he tightened it.

I heard him return to his case and then chuckle and walk back to the bed. “This is for being a noisy slut” he whispered sexily in my ear, and the next thing I knew, he had whipped across my stomach. I moaned in pain into the gag, which only bought another whipping to the same area. I screamed out in pain this time, which only caused him to beat me harder with the whip.

After a few more slaps across my stomach, he moved to my thighs and slapped the whip over my suspender belt straps, whipping some of them undone. I shook with the pain and wondered when this was going to end. He left me once more to go back to his case.

I heard a camera going off. The bastard was actually taking pictures of me. I felt so humiliated, tied down, being violated with my own dildo and whipped for Mark’s pleasure. If mumbled abuse into the gag angrily. “Ooh don’t be angry sweetheart, I have planned something really nice for you” he said.

He put the camera down and then removed the dildo from between my legs. “You’re so wet” he said, sounding almost amazed. I felt his tongue brush against my sore, clamped clit and then felt three of his fingers at once slide into my pussy. He started pumping away and continued licking my clit.

With his free hand he removed the clamp which almost made me come. He must have known I was close because he speeded his tongue up and soon I had orgasmed all over his hand. I was so ashamed at being forced to come for a him, but he congratulated me, calling me a good girl and smearing my juices back over my slit.

Suddenly my door bell went and I wondered who on earth it was. Mark went down the corridor to answer and I was surprised to hear a woman’s voice. I panicked for a moment thinking it might be one of my friends, but then reasoned that it must be at least 2am by now and none of my friends would have called that late.

“My, my, you really do look like her” I heard Mark say as he led the woman into my bedroom. “Goodness” I heard the woman exclaim as she saw me stretched out on the bed. “You’re quite a sight young lady” the woman said and I blushed, realising I must look like such a slut.

“Marilyn, this is Rita Hayworth, Rita, this is Marilyn” Mark said. If the gag had not been clasped so tightly over my lips they would have heard me curse them both. “I’m sorry if she seems a little ungrateful… you see today has been my slut’s Birthday and I’ve been giving her lots of little treats all day. She’s endured quite a lot and is quite tired and cranky”.

“That’s fine” Rita said “You look tired yourself, why don’t you sit down in that chair and I’ll take it from here”. So he must have hired some Rita Hayworth look a like dominatrix, I though – great. She gently removed my blindfold, and I was immediately stunned by her beauty, and indeed her resemblance to Rita Hayworth.

Her beautiful curly long red hair draped over her shoulders, she was wearing a silky red corset, which held up the black stockings on her beautiful pale long legs. I pleaded to her with my eyes, but she just gave me a foxy smile in return.

“I hear you’ve been an ungrateful little slut for your Master” Rita said and she sounded disgusted with me. “Well, I’ll show you what happens to ungrateful little sluts”. She removed my strapless bra and threw it on the floor. She went over to her bag that she had bought in and bought out two clamps for my nipples.

She sexily got onto the bed and straddled me. As she clamped the first nipple, I almost wept with pain, and screamed into the gag. She bent over and began licking my other nipple, sucking the tit into her mouth and then biting gently. I was overcome with a delicious sense of pleasure and pain.

Suddenly my other nipple was clamped and I screamed again into my gag. She lastly reclamped my clit. I found Rita so sexy, I was mesmerised by her green eyes and although my breasts and clitoris were in a lot of pain, I found myself getting excited when Mark walked over to us with a red silicone strap on dildo.

Mark strapped it to her and then sucked on her tongue and I felt almost a twinge of jealousy. Mark went to sit back down on my chair, dropping his trousers and pants before doing so. Rita slipped the dildo into my pussy and it glided all the way to the hilt with ease, because I was so turned on by all that had happened to me. She began thrusting her crotch rhythmically, pumping away at me like there was no tomorrow.

I looked over at Mark, astonished to find he was videoing my rape. He caught my gaze a winked at me. As the pace of Rita’s strap on quickened my attention was bought back to her. She was really riding my pussy. I began to feel ecstasy pulse throughout my body when unexpectedly she slapped my tit and I yelled out in pain. She had just managed to hit my clamped nipple and pain rippled through my breast.

Still pumping away, she grabbed my tits with her sharp finger nails and dug them in until I screamed. “You dirty little whore” she said, “Did you think I’d let you come that easily?”. She withdrew the dildo and my pussy felt suddenly empty. She moved up the bed so that she was straddling my face, facing my feet and then took the ball gag from my mouth. “Now little whore, you will lick your juices off of this cock” she commanded. I knew I had no other choice but when she plunged the strap on all most all the 6 inches into my mouth I began to choke.

She took the strap on off and threw it to the floor. “Lick me out” she commanded. I wanted to please this beautiful creature and knew that I would not be let free until I had, so I began to lick her pussy lips with my tongue. Her lips were so puffy and I sucked one into my mouth, enjoying the feel of her juice on the side of my mouth. I probed deeper through her lips with my tongue, lapping in her wetness and once I found her hole began fucking her with my tongue.

She had got down on all fours and was sliding her fingers in and out of me while licking at my clamped clit. I began flicking her clit with my tongue and she moaned and pushed herself into my face more. I found myself imagining Mark touching his cock watching us 69 which turned me on even further. When Rita was ready to come she commanded me to speed up my tongue, which I did. She quickly released my clit from the clamp and I began to scream wildly into my gag as the blood rushed back and both our bodies shook as we came.

She smeared her juices over my cheeks and then got up off the bed. I looked over at Mark to see him stroking his rock hard penis. He beckoned Rita towards him and I watched as she took him into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down his cock. Again a wave of jealousy rose up in me. I continued to watch, saying nothing knowing it was best to keep silent. Mark was still filming Rita up until the point when he came in her mouth, when he dropped the camera and rolled his head back in ecstasy.

After lying there for five minutes, Mark stood, thanked Rita and paid her with several £50 notes. “Thank you so much” he said very kindly to her as she was dressing. After Rita had gathered up her things and left and Mark came and sat on the bed near me. “Please…” I begged “can you take the clamps off now?”. “But the night is still young” Mark replied. “They hurt so much” I cried, hoping to get some sympathy. “Good” Mark said and reached for a wet wipe to wipe away Rita’s come from my face.

“I don’t understand…” I spoke amidst my tears “I thought I made it clear I was going to sleep with you anyway… why did you have to do all this to me?”. “Because I knew you would look so good all bound up” Mark said as he rubbed the palms of his hands over my nipples.

He went down to my feet and untied them from the bed posts and for a moment I was allowed to move them freely. They were so stiff from being tied for so long but I was grateful for the momentary release. Mark removed the cushions from under my ass and then took my feet and tied them together with a long piece of rope. “Yes, you look so sexy in bondage” he said softly, eyeing my legs and dripping crotch. “And evidently, you like this too”.

I didn’t know what to say. Before I could think of anything, Mark pulled my hips down the bed so my arms were stretched that bit tighter and then hitched my ankles up behind my head and tied them to the bed post. After a moment of him moving about behind me, I felt something incredibly wet on my bottom. Mark showed me a butt plug dripping with KY. “Oh no, please no…” I said desperately, but my protests were ignored.

I felt the plug circle my ass hole a few times and then gently press into me. I cried out, but was ignored as he slipped it inside slowly. He very gently fucked it in and out of my ass, slowly getting deeper with every few strokes, until I was full of it. Then he began to repeat the process with his cock into my pussy.

Once deep inside me, Mark reached round my legs to grab my sore breasts and began squeezing and kneading them. As he fucked me more forcefully he squeezed tighter on my breasts. My clamped nipples felt like they could explode any moment. His pace often changed; he would take me slowly and then violently fuck away at me and then slowly again. Just as he came he withdrew and spurted his hot come all over my pussy, ass and legs.

“That was beautiful…thank you so much Sarah” he whispered as he collapsed onto the bed. “What are you going to do… are you going to kill me?” I said fearfully, not knowing what this maniac was capable of. “Oh no, that means I’d never be able to have fun with you again” Mark said back. He untied my legs from the bed although they were still tied together.

Next he undid my arms, then sat me up and tied them together behind my back. He scooped me up and carried me to the bath. “Get down on your knees” he commanded. Then he tied my bound arms to my bound legs so that I was hogtied in the bath. Lastly he took the shower head off the wall and began tying it between my legs.

“We just need to wash away any evidence” he said with a smile. Then he turned the shower on full and left my bathroom. I heard him potter about the flat for a little while, but soon after, about 4 am I heard him slam the front door. I was left bound and semi naked (all but my suspenders and the belt) in my bath…