He reached down grabbed the remote and turned on the huge flat screen hanging from the wall. They both sat on the couch. She didn’t want to watch T.V. She wanted him. He could see it. “Later.” He messed with the remote again and the movie started as she snuggled close to him feeling his warmth and taking his scent in again.
“So you said you would answer my questions. Why do you slap my ass so hard? I mean I get it if you’re into it. But do you have to do it that hard?”
“I said when I finished punishing you, I would answer your questions and I am far from finished.” She quivered inside.
“Looking forward to it.” She said.
“Don’t get too happy yet, you have no idea what you’re in for. Watch the movie.” She looked up at the movie and it was in black in white. It was old. She hadn’t ever watched the older films. She snuggled closer, chilled she shook. He didn’t say a word. He stood and when he returned he had a throw covering her.
Again she snuggled into him. She closed her eyes breathing his scent in.
*****
When she woke it was to his touch. The touch of his tongue on her clit. She moaned. She could feel her orgasm right there already, so quick. “Come for me, come for me baby.” He sucked and nipped at her clit. She exploded all over. The sensitive nub that he continued to lick was too much, she backed away from him. He released her smiling.
“See how easy it is to do as you’re told?” Now you’re going to be punished mister. He pulled her hand, pulling her up and grabbed her throwing her over his shoulder. “Sit me down.” He ignored her. “I said sit me down!” He slapped her ass and then gently rubbed it. “One.” Is all he said.
“Jesus!” She screamed out. He slapped her ass again. “Two, and I have been called way worse.”
“I wasn’t calling you Jesus, how about asshole if you want to be called something.”
He slapped. “Three.” Tears stung her eyes. He sat her down in front of him. He could see the anger in her face. He kissed her. She tried to fight it. But the way his mouth felt, and the way it tasted was no match for her or her anger.
“There, that’s better.” He grinned at her. She suddenly seen the grin as a way of telling her ‘I can do whatever I want to you and end the end get what I want.’ I want to hit you. How dare you make me react that way. You inflict pain on me and then make it all go away. You toy with my emotions. He opened the door to the room. Reached in his back pocket pulling out the blindfold. She shook her head no and took a step back. “Five?” he tells her.
“Five, what the hell, you only counted to three and you hit me three times. Don’t do it again.” His face tightened.
“I said three, then you called me an asshole, that’s four. And now you’re arguing, that’s five.”
He again reached up with the blind fold but she stood still not giving into him. She could see the irritation in his eyes. Swiftly grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, his lips were back on hers. Before she could protest the blindfold was on. “Unless you want six, leave it.”
He led her into the room, but left her standing. She couldn’t feel anything around her. She could hear him moving around and what sounded like packages opening. She slowly reached up for her blindfold so she could peak at what he was doing. “Don’t do it.” He threatened. She quickly dropped her hand back down.
“Good girl.” Anger was brewing in her veins. She wanted to rip off the blindfold and run for the door. Leave him standing there. But then her body was telling her don’t move. She felt his hand in hers leading her.
The next thing she felt was her hands down on a cold, leather feeling surface. He pushed them flat. “Don’t take your hands off this unless I say otherwise.” She knew what would happen if she did. Do as I tell you or get your ass beat.
Something about this turning her on. She didn’t know if it was the unknown of what was to come or if it was knowing that no matter what happened, she was going to get another great mind blowing orgasmic experience.
He touched the inside of her thigh. Sliding his hand slowly up. “Open your legs for me.” She did without hesitation. She could feel his smile as soon as she complied with his order. His fingers touched her. She was expecting him to tease her clit again, but he forced two fingers in her. She moaned out.
He slid them in and out of her. His thumb touched her anus. She froze. He thrust his fingers in her harder and she moaned. Again his thumb teased uncharted territory. She felt his other hand on her ass rubbing where she was sure his print would remain visible for quite some time. She could feel her release building.
She tightened around his fingers and he pulled them out. She whimpered. “Not yet.” He whispered in her ear. She heard what sounded like a cap close. Then his finger was playing with her anus again. It was wet. “I can’t do this, no I won’t do this.”
He paused, she heard him sigh. He slapped her ass again. She winced out in pain. He rubbed it slightly. She heard clinking of metal. He slapped it to both of her wrist. She pulled her hands away but they were stopped. He had cuffed her to the table now. He grabbed the inside of her thigh and pulled it out. Again she felt cold metal strapping around her ankle and then the other.
Tears sprang to her eyes in fear now. She didn’t know why she feared him like she did now. He had shown her this far that no matter what happened, the pain didn’t last long and in the end it was worth every ounce.
He pressed her back hard pushing her down to the table. She felt something across her back. He had strapped her down to the table. She couldn’t move at all. She tried. “Don’t move.” His breath was heavy.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shook.
“Admiring the view.”
“Stop it, this is too much.” She heard him moan, this time it was different. Like he was moaning in pleasure. He slapped again. This time between her legs causing a swift sting to her clit, then tingles, quivers, and she came hard. She shuddered and quivered.
She came so hard and so fast she didn’t have time to cry out in pain. His finger was back to her anus. She could feel something warm, wet and tingling gliding over her anus down to her clit and back up. He slid his finger into her dripping pussy and then teased her anus again.
He stopped. “Don’t move.” He warned but at the same time a hint of sincerity was noted. She nodded acknowledging of the consequences if she didn’t. His finger found her anus again. He started rubbing an object from her hot and tingling clit, to inside her pussy and across her anus. It felt so good. I like it. I want more of it. “Faster.” She cried out.
“In time, relax. Do you trust me?”
“No!”
“Really?” His voice was stern. He slid it in her hard again and then pulled it out. He rubbed it across her uncharted opening putting slight pressure on it. It felt good. She pushed back wanting more.
“Don’t move.” Again he warned. She growled at him. He pressed the tip of it against her anus and allowed one ball to go in. She tensed and froze. Her body pushing back at the foreign object that had entered just past her sphincter.
His free hand started rubbing her clit, not moving his other. Allowing her ass to stretch to accommodate the object and she relaxed. He pulled out slowly still rubbing, circling her clit, and then slid back in. She winced again.
He slid a finger inside. He tickled and teased her insides. He slid the object out of her ass and then pressed harder putting two balls in. She moaned this time. It felt good and strange. He pulled them back and then pressed harder and three slid in. She tensed and cried out. “Relax.” He whispered. He stopped playing with her clit. He was moving the object in and out of her ass fast now. Not putting them in any further. Just fast.
She relaxed and started responding to the new feeling it was giving her. She whimpered out loud. He pushed harder slipping in the last ball. She groaned and tightened. “Relax, that was the last one. Trust me.”
She took a deep breath and with the movements he was still doing, she began to relax and concentrate
on this new confusing feeling. He stopped moving. They were still inside her. She again heard him messing with another package.
Then his hands were on her back rubbing it. He grabbed her hair jerking her head back. “Do you want me?”
“Yes I want you.” With a swift and deep thrust he filled her. Thrusting harder and harder. With every thrust he pressed against the object in her ass. She liked it. It was painful yet orgasm building. He was touching places that she had never desired being touched before now.
“Come for me, show me you like this.”
“Mm-mm,” She cried out as her body went tense as she felt every muscle she had, tightened as tight as they came. He thrust harder and harder. His moaning loud.
“I’m gonna come in you. I’m gonna fill you with me. Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.” It was more of a plea then saying the words he wanted to hear.
“Tell me what you like.”
She hesitated and he slapped her ass not missing a thrust. “I like you in me.” She screamed out.
“What else do you like? Say it.”
“I like it in my ass.” She now knew she was crying in embarrassment, it was no longer the pain. He knew she liked it, why did she have to say it.
“What do you like in your ass?” He thrust deeply, she was fixing to come again.
“Whatever you put there.” She screamed.
“Anal beads Lois, anal beads. Say the words.”
“I like the anal beads, I like em, and I like you in me with em. Fuck me.”
He slammed repeatedly in her. She came hard, almost losing herself, her balance, and her strength to stand. She could feel her juices squeezing out her and around him.
“Oh, you’re so tight, I like your pussy Lois, I like your ass, I like you being like this.” He began groaning and ramming her harder and then he stopped with one hard thrust and moaned her name out loud. She felt him in her throbbing and jerking. He pulled himself from her a moment later and started releasing her.
“Are you going to take those out?” He chuckled.
“Phase two of your punishment. Let’s see if you can sit down with those there.”
“That’s not right. Take em out.”
“No. I dare you.”
“How do you know about the dare thing? Did Michelle tell you?”
“Hmm, interesting, I haven’t talked with her, but maybe I need to.” His voice was playful.
“Take them out.” She knew she had to be careful but at this point she had done everything he wanted her to do and this one time maybe he would do as she asked.
“Do I need to start counting?”
She growled “No.”
“Good, let’s go then.”
“Why do you blindfold me?” She questioned him as he removed it.
“Answers come later. Not now. Do you want to shower before we go?”
“Go where?”
“Dinner.”
“I’m not going anywhere with these in me.”
“Oh yes you are.”
“You can’t make me Tom. I won’t do it.”
“Turn around.”
“No!!!!” She planted her feet in the floor as if it she was trying to appear intimidating.
“Turn around!”
“No, no, no, no.” He stepped toward her.
“Turn around or I will turn you around.”
“I said no. That’s it. Understand. NO MEANS NO!”
“Your right it does. But no doesn’t mean no when you are lying the whole time you say it.” He quickly moved grabbing her arm and taking her to the bed. With each step, the feeling of the anal beads let her know they were still there. They were rubbing her insides and doing things to her she didn’t understand at all. I can’t do this. I can’t. Tears poured from her eyes knowing what was coming, the fear of it, and the embarrassment after.
He pulled her to the bed throwing her over his legs as he sat. “One” He slapped her ass. She didn’t make a sound. She was not giving into him again. She was done with the spankings. She wanted to scream though. The slap not only stung like a son of a bitch, but the force of the beads thrusting deep in her ass was too much.
Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, NINE.” She couldn’t take that. She started crying loudly. He stood her quickly then and looked at her. She turned her head away from him. But he grabbed her cheeks gently and turned her head back. He kissed her right eye and then her left, her cheek, her nose and at last her mouth.
He looked back into her eyes and then he kissed her again. This time gentle. She kissed him back. She didn’t know if it was fear of him getting mad and repeating the pain or if it was because she wanted to kiss him. She was completely and totally humiliated and torn between what he wanted and what she needed.
He pulled her hand slightly leading her into the bathroom. He let go and turned on the shower. Just the same as before he washed her gently and then she did him. He could tell her touch was different.
He could feel it was the touch of someone who thought they had to instead of wanting to but he allowed her to continue. He wanted to show her more of his world. The world that he lived in for her pleasure only. He knew she would thoroughly enjoy it more if she would just allow herself to do so.
When she finished washing him he took the shower head down and smiled at her. “Spread your legs.”
She didn’t resist. She didn’t smile. She simply did what he wanted. This was all for him anyways. If it had been about her, she wouldn’t feel so hurt now.
The force of the water on her already sensitive clit sent her into an automatic orgasm. She almost lost her footing and fell but he caught her.
When her trembling ended, he turned the water off and helped her out of the shower. Drying her off.
“I can’t go out wearing nothing but your t-shirt.” She questioned him not in a defying manner, but more of a ‘please don’t make me’.
“I wouldn’t want you go out wearing nothing but my t-shirt.”
He walked to the other closet and opened it. “Come here.” She went to him and looked in the closet. Female clothes.
“I don’t understand. When did you get them?”
“I told you I was making arrangements. They’ve been here all day.”
“Then why did you have me wearing nothing but a t shirt?”
“You look downright sexy wearing it.” She almost smiled.
“Pick something.”
Her voice low. She wanted to be happy. But the hurt still burned in her heart. “You pick.”
His smile made her want to take another step so she could feel the beads twitch in her. But she didn’t want him touching her right now. She watched as he picked a small, spaghetti strapped black dress. He opened a drawer and pulled out a strapless bra and a pair of lacy panties both black as night.
He tossed the bra over his shoulder and opened the panties for her, gesturing for her to step in. She did, then he pointed to the bed. He walked behind her and placed the bra on her snapping it. He slowly spun her around and adjusted her breast to the cups of the bra.
He leaned down and grabbed a pair of black heels. Placing her hand on his shoulder for support she lifted her foot and he put it on followed by the other. He stood there looking at her. Her face was blank. He couldn’t read her. Had he pushed her too far? He questioned as he reached for the dress.
He slid the dress over her, smoothing it out. She looked at herself, and in a different time, she probably would have liked the way she looked.
“Radiant, sexy, beautiful, mouthwatering, tasteful. If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to tear that dress right back off you.” She smiled a small smile, but he seen in her eyes it was totally fake and completely forced.
“I took the liberty of having your makeup and hair accessories brought over. They are in the drawers in the bathroom. I’m going downstairs now.” He walked to the door. “Lois, leave them in.” And he was gone.
She walked to the bathroom letting out
a sigh. She looked in the mirror not liking the person she saw. She was allowing herself to be used. She was allowing herself to be some toy for Tom to play with physically and emotionally. Maybe she was his pawn after all.
She turned putting her ass in view of the mirror looking over her shoulder she pulled her dress up. There, the only evidence of his assault shaped into his hand were the whelps from his slaps. She rubbed them slightly, her skin tender, she began crying.
A string visible from around her thong was the only visible proof of anything being in her now breached passage. She grabbed the string pulling slightly then quickly stopped remembering what he had said, slowly let the dress back down.
How am I going to sit down with them in me. I can’t walk without them making me quiver. I can do this.
She walked to the edge of the huge tub and slowly she tried to sit down. She quickly rose back up. Again she tried to sit down, but again she stood. She rubbed her head in disappointment.
How am I going to do this? She looked in the mirror again and seen Tom standing at the door smirking. She turned around quickly and went to walk by him. He grabbed her arm and kissed her. Gently he applied pressure to her ass. She knew without a doubt he witnessed the whole thing.
“I’m ready to go now.” She jerked away and walked out. She heard him following her.
“Careful, you shouldn’t walk so fast, you don’t know what you are going to do to yourself.”
She turned around, irritated. “I know exactly what I can do to myself.” With that she turned and continued walking. As she reached the door, suddenly without warning, a full blown orgasm. If Tom wouldn’t have been behind her, she would have hit the floor for sure. After she could relax and open her eyes, he was staring at her smiling.
“Like I said you don’t know.”
He stood her up allowing her a moment to get her footing. “Are you ready?” The only answer she could give him was a small nod.
Walking out of the building, the car waited. She stopped at the door as he opened it for her smiling with his eyes only. She knew what he was thinking about. She carefully stepped in and then leaned sitting down on her right cheek, crossing her left leg over her right leg.
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