“Yes.”
“Then why would I need to cuff you or worry about your trying to run away? You told me about an hour ago that you trusted me, and if that is true I have nothing to worry about, do I?”
“No,” I felt my face blush because he was right.
He sat down on the chair nearest the table and took my wrist and pulled me to him harshly. He manhandled me into position over his lap. He pulled up the back of my dress and gave five good swats to my ass, each one reminding me of how tender my ass still was as I yelped.
“You know why you got that right?”
“Yes, Sir”
“So then tell me, did you really forget or is your ass just begging for more attention?”He pulled me from him with a curious grin on his face.
“I’m not entirely sure, Sir”
He chuckled and took my arm leading me towards the door.
***
He ordered champagne first, instructing the waiter to leave the bottle and come back in 20 minutes for our orders. The restaurant was quite eloquent. The ceiling was high and the center of the room held a very large and beautiful chandelier. The tables were well spaced all containing long white tablecloths. To accentuate the table, a single real red rose. The dining room looked about half full with different couples, strange couples.
There was a woman in a lovely white gown that had yet to bring her arms above the table and her date was feeding her. Odd, I thought. The man’s white overcoat was draped across the back of her chair. I wondered if her hands were cuffed, her chair was seated against the wall, and it was hard to tell. I took a sip of my champagne and noticed his eyes fixated on me.
“I hope you’re not checking for an escape route.” His tone was so serious it startled me.
I smiled at him. “No, Sir.”
“Do you like seafood?”
“Yes,” I turned in my chair a little getting more comfortable.
“How does it feel when you move in that chair?”
“It’s a bit uncomfortable, Sir, but not unbearable.”
“Good.” he smiled.
“Uncross your legs and then cross them again with the opposite leg.”
I gave him a puzzled look but did so. I’m sure he knew this was causing me mild degrees of discomfort as I watched a smile form on his lips.
“Does that movement remind you of my cock at all?”
I blushed that he was talking about this in public. He didn’t seem to be lowering his voice much either. That alone made me want to squirm more in my seat.
“Yes, Sir.” I tried to smile.
“Does it remind you of how good it felt only hours ago? Or does it remind you of how painful it was when I took you hard and filled you, watching your quivering body beneath me, listening to you scream during orgasm?”
“Bit of both, Sir,” I knew I was blushing now. I watched his smile turn to a semi grin as I sipped at the champagne.
“I saw your interest in the woman at the table ahead of ours.”
I looked abruptly into his eyes wondering if he noticed her too.
“You were wondering if she was cuffed and why he was feeding her.”
“Yes, I did notice, Sir.”
“She is cuffed and willingly. And the woman a few tables behind us is willingly wearing a ball gag too. “
I knew my eyes grew a little larger and my instinct to want and turn to look was hard to fight.
“I don’t understand, Sir.” I shifted and crossed my legs back to my own preference.
“This entire establishment is booked this week by people like me, people who live a certain lifestyle. You need really good credentials to be accepted to stay here for this week.”
I am sure he knew he was starting to scare me a little.
“I’ll explain more to you as we enjoy dinner. The waiter is on his way over.”
We hadn’t even looked at the menu, yet he ordered for both of us, ordering me a lovely seafood platter.
He went on to explain that we were at a hotel that allows a select number of people to book this entire place for one week every year. Only people into the BDSM lifestyle are allowed to stay and participate. That it’s almost like a convention of sorts.
“Excuse me Sir, are you saying that there are other women here… they were abducted?” I watched him shift in his chair a little before he responded. I noticed a hint of nervousness as he reached over and placed his hand on mine.
“No, I’m sure not all of them.” He tried to force a smile.
“I’m sure that most of these women checked in with the men at their tables. In fact you may be the only women here right now that didn’t walk into this hotel completely of your own free will. But you are the only one who is currently sitting here at dinner with me of her own free will.” He slipped his hand slowly from mine and refilled my champagne just as our food arrived. I didn’t know what to think at the moment. This was certainly a shock and hearing it while we were in public.
My mind was flooded with thoughts and images while we ate our food. I wondered what went on in the other rooms. I wondered why some women willingly subjected themselves to these types of men. Why was I doing so, right now?
Remnants of the amazing orgasm he gave me and how I felt afterwards gave me a slight idea. This was all so bizarre to me. I would never have agreed to any of what he had done to me had I been given a choice, yet I was sitting there, knowing that I could get up and leave at any time.
“You look a bit confused Misty. Are you wondering why you are still here?”
I had that how did you know look on my face when I answered him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Some things can only be explained by experiencing them Misty. Would you have come here willingly had I asked you back in that bar you work at? Would you have believed me when I told you I could change your life and offer you something truly amazing if you would trust me and allow me to do the things I have done to you? Certainly not, but now at this moment you are still sitting here.
“Thus, what I have done to you has intrigued your mind as well as your body even though your first instinct would have been rejection to all of it, and now I dare say, I think you might just enjoy more of it?”
How does he do that? It was like he was inside my head, scary yet I enjoyed it.
“Yes Sir, that is quite accurate, actually.” I tried to withhold a modest blush.
He reached over and gave me a tender smile as he stroked my cheek. “One more day, princess, and you will make your choice.” He whispered, winking at me.
The second bottle of champagne was half gone when we finished our meal. I was feeling a little tipsy and sipped at my drink far more slowly. The waiter cleared our table and asked if we would like desert or drinks. He politely answered no for the both of us and handed the waiter his credit card.
***
When we entered the room he shut the door and grabbed me, shoving me into the wall rather forcefully. He took hold of my arms and holding them outstretched while he pressed himself into me. He kissed me hard while drawing my arms above my head against the wall. The smell of alcohol between us was intoxicating as he ravished my mouth. He held my wrists in one hand above me, and mauled my breasts with the other. He pulled from my mouth in a fury and told me to keep my hands up while he stripped me of my dress. The champagne had made us both a little randy.
He removed the dress roughly and then turned me so that I was facing the wall. He used his body, pinning me back to the wall with his hands on my shoulders. I felt his hard cock in the small of my back as he bit, sucked and kissed my neck. I whimpered and moaned. He took a good deal of my hair in his hand and pulled my head back against him, his other hand moving swiftly to my pussy, his fingers eager to part my folds and intrude my wet cunt.
“You’re wet,” he whispered against my ear as he ran his tongue down my neck.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed heavily.
He pumped his fingers in and out rapidly. Letting go of my hair, he cupped his hand around my throat, pulling my hea
d to his shoulder as he tightened his grip. He pulled me away from the wall while keeping me pinned to him like that.
“Why are you so wet when I have barely touched you princess?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“Is it because you know what I can do to you? That now that you have experienced how I can unmercifully pull that little bitch in heat out of you, your mind and body is begging for more?”
Oh my God, just hearing him say it caused me to involuntarily squeeze his fingers with my pussy. I felt a weakness in my knees and my hands trembled just slightly as I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
He pulled me back hard against his body driving his fingers to the hilt in my cunt. I whimpered turning my head to the side. He held me there forcefully like that and turned his head kissing me hard. I almost felt like I had to fight just to breathe.
His fingers tightened around my neck and it felt like he was pulling me into him while he raped my mouth with his. His fingers curled inside of me while he pressed his palm into my pubis, my clit was throbbing.
“You want to come don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Sir,” I groaned.
“My, what a little slut you have become.” He chuckled, loosening his hand from my throat and cupped it around my chin and jaw, keeping his face close to mine so I couldn’t pull my head from his shoulder. He started to pump his fingers lavishly in my pussy again. I felt his cock jump against the small of my back and I moaned.
“I could make you come right here in the middle of the hallway couldn’t I, my feverish little bitch?” His fingers were jutting rhythmically while his palm thudded against my swollen wet lips and clit. I could hear the sound of my wetness against his hand. I squeezed at his fingers and closed my eyes knowing I would come very soon if he kept it up.
“Yes Sir.”
“Open your eyes, bitch.” He ordered and pulled his fingers up tight into my pussy and held them there.
I opened my eyes looking at him almost wondering if I had done something wrong the way he stopped so abruptly.
“You’re going to ask permission before you come tonight, do you understand?” He let go of my face and moved his hand to my breasts, squeezing them hard and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“Yes, Sir,” my voice quivered.
He began moving his fingers again slowly in and out of my pussy while he tortured my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, telling me not to close my eyes again. Taking his fingers out of me long enough to pinch my swollen clit and then rubbed it furiously with his thumb while he kissed and bit at my lower lip. He slid them back up inside and plunged them harshly over my g spot. I whimpered, wanting to close my eyes and thrust my head deeper back into his shoulder.
“May I come, Sir?” I asked, feeling the beginning of climax.
“No.” He held his fingers still for a moment, sliding his other hand to my pussy. Using two fingers he pressed them firmly against my clit while his fingers inside remained still.
“Please, Sir, May I come?” I moaned, as my clit throbbed beneath his fingers.
He pulled his fingers from my sloppy wet cunt and slid them up my torso and along my neck, and then put them into my mouth. I sucked on them, closing my eyes, tasting myself. He removed them quite rapidly and quickly slapped my face. I winced and cried out.
“I told you not to close your eyes.” He growled, pinching my clit rather harshly and unexpectedly.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.” I pleaded, my hips thrusting back.
“No, you may not come. You’re going to earn your orgasm you feverish little whore.”
He brought both hands to my shoulders and pressed his fingers in around my collarbone and squeezed. He lowered his head and bit at my neck, sucking and biting as he made his way to the bottom of my jaw.
“On your knees,” he commanded in a low growl as he pressed down on my shoulders.
I sank to my knees feeling his fingers leave my flesh. He moved and stood in front of me, while he opened his belt and pants. He let them drop to the floor around his feet. He held his erect cock in his hand, pulling back on the skin and exemplifying his swollen, plump, slightly purplish head.
“Do you want it?” he taunted as he stroked it before my lips.
“Yes Sir.” I whispered.
“Show me. Come get what you want, princess.” He moved out of and away from his pants, taking a few steps backwards.
I put my hands on the floor, moving his pants in the process and crawled towards him.
“I want you to ask permission before you touch or taste my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I looked up at him. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?”
“No.” He moved back yet again. “This time when you crawl to me, show me that you really want to suck my cock, and get that ass in the air while you move.”
I crawled to him again, moving slowly, letting my body sway as I kept my eyes on his cock. I arched my back letting my ass rise high behind me. I gapped my mouth open and licked my upper lip, then slowly bit my lower one as I reached him. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?” I looked into his eyes, trying to sound seductive.
He held his shaft tightly, only the purplish head protruding from his hand. He took my hair up in his other hand and pulled me up, holding my head so that I could feel the heat of his cock on my lips. “Open your mouth.”
He fed me only the head. He pulled and pushed my head to and from it. The taste of his pre-come worked its way over my pallet as he bobbed his cock in and out of my mouth quickly. My lips sucking and pulling as he thrust. He held my hair tightly and pulled his cock just out of reach. I strained against his hold till it hurt reaching for him to put it back.
“Ask again.” He ordered, his breath bated.
“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?” I pleaded, still reaching my neck forward.
He pushed it back into my mouth while sliding his hand down the shaft forcing it to the back of my throat. I gagged having not expected that. He pulled back but not out, allowing my recovery and then pumping again several times nudging the back of my throat, stretching it, until I felt his fingers touch my lips. Then he pulled my head forward just a little and held himself there.
I couldn’t breathe and I moaned desperately. My fingers started to dig into his thighs as I tried pulling my head back squealing so I could breathe. He nudged his cock in just a little further and then quickly pulled it from my mouth. As I gasped for breath he slapped my lips with his cock and shook my head back and forth. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes as I held onto his arm.
“Beg for it.” He ordered.
“May I please suck your cock, Sir? Please, put it back in my mouth.” My words were a bit obscured while he slapped my face and lips with it. He was starting to scare me, again.
He drove it harshly back into my mouth and told me to suck it while he moved both hands to my head. He controlled the movements of my head, pushing and pulling while he varied the depth of it in my mouth.
He groaned and his breathing was getting louder. He kept one hand around the back of my neck and reached down with the other and pinched my nipple hard causing me to squeal. Drool was dripping from my chin and sliding down my neck and he started thrusting harder and faster. He moved to the other nipple and pinched it just as hard, forcing a muffled squeal.
“Suck it, slut.” He growled. Taking hold of the base and started to bounce it, while fucking my mouth rapidly. He let a deep growl from his chest and pulled himself from me.
His fingers coiled into my hair and he stepped back. He held my hair like a leash and walked towards the bedroom we had been in earlier as I followed at his side on hands and knees.
Chapter 8: The Black Box
The X device was upright against the wall. There was a big black square box in the middle of the room. It was covered in soft material. He led me to it, taking my arms and placing them over the edge of the box. My chest and torso remaining on the box, while my pelvis and ass remained jus
t over the edge.
He cuffed each wrist to a chain attached to the floor on each side of me and then did the same with my ankles. Using a larger type of cuff around my thighs and secured those to the eyebolts in the box itself. There was little give to the chains and I found myself quite subdued.
He stood in front of me pausing, looking at my helpless body bent over this box ready for him to play with and use. I lifted my head and looked up at him. He met my eyes, immediately his lips curling into a smile.
He moved over to the armoire and took out a ridding crop. He came back and trailed it over my back, and my ass. He moved it softly down the back of my thighs and along my calves. I squirmed he dragged it across my feet.
“Where do you think I should start?” he teased.
“Sir?” I implored, just as he struck my right ass cheek very hard. I yelped and jerked at the chains on my wrists.
“You need some color princess. I think your body has cooled off a little since the hallway.” He snapped the crop down harder on my left cheek. I jerked and yelped again. Then he rubbed the small heated welts with the head of the crop. He marked my ass several more times in quick succession, my body jumping and jerking as I yelped and cried out. He moved to the back of my thighs and it hurt even more.
“Ow! That really hurts, Sir,” I whimpered as my body lurched in various directions. Why’s he being so cruel?
“I know,” he daunted, slapping the very bottom of my left foot hard and I cried out loudly. He did the same to the other and I clenched my fists as another wail proceeded from my lips.
“Hush or I’ll have to gag you.” His words were emotionless.
I whimpered and groaned as quietly as I could. It was impossible not to make some outcries. He lashed my back and my shoulders and the stinging heat soon covered my entire backside. When he stood at my sides I could see his cock bouncing as the crop hit its mark. He would hold and stroke it every now and again to keep himself good and hard.
“You move so impeccably, Princess, look at that tight little ass bounce for me.” He stopped lashing me with the crop and knelt next to the box and began kissing my welts and red marks. They burned as he licked at them with his tongue.
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