Everything was fuzzy; light poured dimly through his eyes. Streaks of early sun slipped through the blinds, spilling onto the floor. His head ached; he could feel the flow of blood pounding in his skull.
As he slowly awoke he felt something amiss. He couldn’t move his arms or legs. He forcibly jerked his arms, but met with strong resistance. Same with his feet and neck. “What the hell,” he thought.
Turning his head he was able to see that his arms were wrapped in cuffs affixed to some sort of strap that disappeared under the bed. His legs were bound in the same manner.
Once more he tried to free himself, but to no avail. He also noticed that he was bereft of clothing.
He panicked. He didn’t know how this happened. He glanced around the room and realized that he had no idea where he was.
“Hey! What the fuck?!?! Let me out!”
His cries were unanswered. He thrust himself around repeatedly to try to break the cuffs. Nothing.
He lay there panting. He couldn’t remember anything; not how he got there, who he was with, how he got tied up – nothing. He forced himself to pause and recall the last thing he could.
He was at the bar with friends. They had gone out after work. It was Friday night. They went to the usual place and had the usual drinks; nothing out of the ordinary. He remembered hitting on a couple girls, but none of them seemed really interested.
Fighting down the panic inside him he tried to get a handle on his surroundings. Plain off-white blinds on the windows. No pictures or paintings. Non-descript wallpaper. A light wood dresser on one wall next to a door. On the other wall, farthest away from the bed, was another door. “Probably the door to the rest of this place.” He shivered at that thought; not sure what or who was in the rest of this place.
“Hey! Get me the fuck outta here!” he shouted. His voice echoed in the room.
“This isn’t funny assholes!”
Anger started to build up inside him. Who the fuck put him here? What gives them the right to think they can just tie him up?
He tried again to free himself, mustering up all his strength.
“Hey! Lemme outta here!”
The shouting made his head ache. No response. No noise. Nothing. He sank back and the panic returned.
How long had he been here? Who was holding him here? He was cold. He wanted to be home; in his own room in familiar surroundings. He wanted to hear his roommates thunking through the house. The thoughts made him lonely.
“Please let me go!”
In any other situation he would be adverse to pleading, but this was different.
“Please.”
He fought back the lump in his throat.
clack…
clack…
clack…
clack…
His eyes grew wide. Holding his breath, he strained to decipher the sound. It was the first sound he had heard.
clack clack…
clack clack…
His breathing quickened. It sounded like footsteps.
Clack Clack.
Clack Clack.
Heavy footsteps. Measured and even. And they kept getting closer.
CLACK CLACK
CLACK CLACK
His heart was racing. The footsteps stopped at the door.
Summoning his courage he shouted, “Hey. Let me out!”
Fear and hope struggled inside him.
No response. No sound.
“HEY! Hey YOU!”
The doorknob began to turn.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.
Slap!
His face stung.
“What the He….”
SLAP!
“My name is Mistress Kathryn. You will address me as Mistress Kathryn.”
“Hey. Hold on!”
SLAP!
She repeated herself: “My name is Mistress Kathryn. You will address me as Mistress Kathryn.”
The silence hung thick in the air.
He was furious. His face was red with anger, his hands clenched in fists.
She saw this and a small smile crept upon her lips. She surveyed his body with her eyes – slowly.
He fumed. That bitch! Fucking cunt tying him up here. Who the FUCK does she think she is!? Looking him over like her little prize.
He paused – he hadn’t even looked at her.
As if reading his mind, she took a step back and began to walk around to the other side of the bed, slowly, as if on display.
He started looking at the bottom and slowly made his way up.
Spiked black boots. Over the knee. Smooth creamy thighs – taut and flawless. Legs coming together under a covering of high-cut black vinyl. Hips that jutted out like handles, and then gave way to a narrow waist.
He went flush as he realized he was getting hard.
Sumptuous breasts spilled over more black vinyl, leaving nipples barely covered. Silky tanned cleavage gave way to slightly pronounced collar bones and a slender, delicate neck.
She had a beautiful face darkly accented with sultry makeup with her hair drawn up.
As she turned he discovered the statuesque curve of her back and her sweet ass embraced by more vinyl.
He was fully hard but still full of rage. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more; to throttle her or fuck the living shit out of her.
“Now you’re where I want you to be” she purred.
His eyes met hers – angry. Scared.
She reached out and slapped him again.
He tore at his cuffs, straining every muscle, so much that he lifted the mattress.
“Just for fun” she mused.
She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed. Peering over her shoulder at him, she ran her hands over her breasts.
“Yes. You’re just right.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly extended her arm and placed two fingers into his mouth. With her thumb she firmly closed his mouth.
“Suck” she commanded.
Incredulous, he complied. Her fingers tasted sweet. He was tormented; part of him deeply enjoyed this, but he had to struggle not to bite her fingers off.
She removed her fingers from his mouth and slid them beneath the vinyl between her legs.
“Mmmmmm” she purred again, moving her fingers. He watched her intently, wishing those fingers could be his.
She looked over at him and followed to where his eyes lingered. Her hand stopped and she withdrew her fingers. Her face grew stern; angry. Quickly she lifted her leg and placed the heel of her boot firmly into his stomach.
He gasped for air.
She reached down and unfastened the vinyl between her legs.
“Were you looking at this?”
Her fingers slid over her pink lips and she dug her heel harder into him.
“Answer Me!” she commanded.
“Y—y-yes” he stammered.
She began twisting her heel.
“Yes What?”
“Yes Mistress Kathryn!” he spat out, half breathless.
She slipped her finders into his mouth again. He sucked greedily, trying to get every last bit of her juice. She tasted so good.
She removed her fingers and drew them back to her pussy. He watched as she massaged her mound, then moved over her lips – each time moving further and further down.
She went back up and lingered, then quickly thrust her fingers inside herself. His dick throbbed. He was breathing quickly as he watched her delicious pussy.
He pulled up to get a taste – to just get closer – but was stopped by the cuff on his neck.
She pulled out her fingers and straddled his chest.
“You want this? You want my pussy?”
She moved herself right in front of his face, but just out of reach. He let out a small moan.
She slid down him, dragging her lips over his cock, them climbed off the bed.
“Oh God I want that pussy!”
He fought at his restraints.
She walked over to the closet and opened the door. He craned his neck but could not see inside. One by one she brought out different items and laid them on the dresser. Most of them he was not familiar with. She took great care arranging them on the dresser. She seemed to be enjoying her preparations; sometimes running her hands over her breasts, and sometimes playing with her pussy.
She picked up a small bell and rang it three times. He wanted to ask what it was for but didn’t want to be slapped again.
She waited. Her face grew angry as she rang the bell again. Off in the distance he could hear footsteps getting closer. Panic and confusion crept up. “Now what,” he wondered hesitantly. His mind raced as to who it could be.
There was a knock upon the door.
“You may enter” pronounced Mistress Kathryn.
The door opened slowly and he craned his neck to see who it was. His dick throbbed harder at the sight.
It was a younger woman dressed like a schoolgirl.
She had long blonde hair pulled up in pig tails. He couldn’t see her face clearly because she had it bowed to Mistress Kathryn. She wore a white blouse, tied off at the midriff. The buttons on her blouse were near bursting because of her large breasts. Her stomach was smooth and toned. She had on one of those short plaid skirts that ended just below her ass, and white stockings that came up over her knees.
“You called for me, Mistress Kathryn?” Her voice was soft and sweet.
SLAP!
“I rang for you twice. I should only have to ring once, Julia.”
Anger coursed through him. How DARE she slap that girl! He wished that he could break his cuffs and go slap her – to show her how it felt.
Julia hung her head lower. “I’m sorry Mistress Kathryn.”
“Go stand at the foot of the bed.”
Julia solemnly made her way to the bed. He eagerly drank up every bit of her that he could see. She raised her head slightly and met his eyes. He inhaled quickly; she was beautiful – breathtaking. She held his gaze only for a moment, but he followed as her eyes traced over his body.
He saw the pink upraised skin on her cheek and found himself enraged. He was again torn; he was filled with a violent heat, but the sight of both Julia and Mistress Kathryn made him want to fuck them for days. He found the two emotions melding; he envisioned slapping Mistress Kathryn repeatedly while he pounded into her violently. He was lost, fearing what might be yet to come.
Mistress Kathryn went over to the dresser and picked up what looked to be a square wrapped in leather with a handle. She firmly grabbed Julia’s ass and hiked up her skirt.
“Bend over”.
Julia’s face grew scared. She leaned over and grabbed onto the strap at his feet. Cleavage poured out of her shirt. He was glued to the sight.
Mistress Kathryn pulled her arm back and paddled Julia’s ass – hard. Julia lurched forward from the force.
“APOLOGIZE!”
“I’m sorry Mistress Kathryn.” Julia sounded close to tears.
“Say it like you mean it!”
“I’m so sorry Mistress Kathryn!”
She spanked her again, this time even harder. The sound of the leather on her ass resonated in the room. He saw Julia’s eyes well up with tears. His anger and lust continued to battle inside him.
“That’s more appropriate” cooed Mistress Kathryn.
“On your knees.”
Julia obediently sank to the floor.
Mistress Kathryn placed her boot upon the bed and straddled Julia’s head. She raised up and began kissing Mistress Kathryn’s honey thighs. Mistress Kathryn grabbed the pigtails and firmly guided Julia’s mouth to her cunt.
The sight of it made him want to come.
Julia greedily kissed and lapped at Mistress Kathryn’s pussy. He could hear her tongue, the saliva and the wetness – the moans from both women. She grabbed the pigtails harder and Julia began to suck her clit.
He groaned loudly.
Mistress Kathryn brought her leg down and pushed Julia away. She looked him fiercely in the eyes and walked over to the dresser. He was filled with apprehension and fear.
The object she picked up looked like a long colored tube. She turned and he saw that it was a dildo with two ends.
“Get up” she commanded dryly.
Julia rose to her feet and Mistress Kathryn stood behind her. She reached her hand around and tore the buttons on Julia’s blouse. Her breasts fell free.
“Ohhh!” he gasped aloud, his cock aching.
Mistress Kathryn grabbed Julia’s breast firmly and began to kiss her neck. She sunk her teeth into the delicate skin and Julia moaned. She took the dildo and began running it between Julia’s legs. With her other hand she forced Julia’s head town towards his cock.
“Tease him” she ordered.
She began kissing his thighs, slowly radiating towards his dick. She lightly bit at him, which sent waves of energy up his spine. He was beyond thought; he lay there helpless – both pleasured and tortured.
He watched her mercilessly tease him, fondling his balls and licking his shaft. She would stop just before reaching the head of his cock.
He lay there dizzy. He looked past her and watched as Mistress Kathryn eased the dildo into Julia’s pussy. She moaned and thrust her hips back.
“Ohhh. Mistress Kathryn!”
“Silence!” she ordered as she slapped her hard on the ass.
“Suck him, but do not let him come.”
Julia wrapped her mouth around his raging cock. Mistress Kathryn plunged the dildo deeper into Julia’s pussy.
Her mouth was heaven; soft and warm. She sucked his cock with abandon; moving in rhythm with the dildo in her cunt. He fought hard not to come in her mouth.
“Stop” commanded Mistress Kathryn. She pulled the dildo from Julia’s pussy. Julia sucked hard and raised up off his cock. He shivered as she licked her lips.
Julia stood up and Mistress Kathryn slapped her hard across the face.
“You liked that too much, you whore.”
Julia hung her head in shame. He thought he could discern a small smile as she wiped the saliva from her lips.
“Get on the bed” commanded Mistress Kathryn.
Julia sulked over to the bed.
“Face me” said Mistress Kathryn as she stood at the foot of the bed.
Julia knelt in the space between his outstretched legs. Mistress Kathryn forcibly grabbed Julia’s wrists and cuffed them, with one of the cuffs slipped underneath the strap that bound his legs.
“Stay” she ordered.
Mistress Kathryn made her way to the head of the bed and sat just above his face. He could see the moisture on her lips as he craned his neck to try to connect with her.
“Eat my pussy” she demanded.
Languorously she eased her pussy to his lips. He inhaled her scent and began toying with her lips, sucking the wetness off them.
He moved his tongue across her clit over and over. She was moaning. He eased his tongue into her sweet pussy and filled his mouth with her juice. He swallowed hastily and began to play with her lips again; teasing her.
“Don’t tease” she sighed.
He lapped the juices from her pussy across her clit and she ground her crotch into his face. She buried him.
Abruptly she rose up and turned around, grabbing the dildo she used on Julia. She put her hand beneath Julia’s skirt and purred “Good girl. You’re ready for me.”
Mistress Kathryn took the dildo and forced it into Julia’s pussy again, eliciting a whimper that turned into a moan as she began pumping into her.
Mistress Kathryn turned back around and eased the dildo into her own cunt.
She fell forward. She had a tight grip and forced the dildo over and over into Julia’s pussy. Her breasts leapt out of the vinyl with the force of her heaving. He was just centimeters from them, but unable to reach.
He wished that his cock could be that dildo; fucking both of them at the same time. Julia moaned louder and louder; he could tell that she was going to come. Mistress Kathryn stopped moving the dildo. He held his breath – was she going to fuck him?
She reached down and started massaging her clit. “Fuck me, Julia!” she ordered. She relaxed her hold on the dildo and Julia started plunging it deep into Mistress Kathryn’s sweet pussy. Moisture dropped down onto him from her cunt. He could see sweat upon her brow. She was purring at first but soon gave way to panting. Julia aggressively increased the speed of her thrusting until Mistress Kathryn was moaning and beginning to growl.
“Stop!” ordered Mistress Kathryn.
He started, shaken from his mesmerized staring.
“Release,” demanded Mistress Kathryn of Julia. Reluctantly she eased the dildo from her pussy. Mistress Kathryn removed her end and placed it beside him on the bed.
He shivered, not sure what to expect. His cock was about to burst.
She grabbed Julia by the pigtail and turned to kiss her. The veins in his cock throbbed with agony. She brought Julia down and descended on his cock; both of them ravenously licking and sucking. Julia shot him an eager look and moaned greedily. He couldn’t take much more of this ecstatic torture.
Mistress Kathryn caught Julia in another kiss as she traded places with her on the bed, pushing Julia’s ass up by his face. They released their embrace and he realized that Mistress Kathryn was hovering over his cock. He tried to lift up and reach her, but the cuffs held him firm.
Mistress Kathryn glared at him.
“Make her come – hard,” she demanded.
With that, Julia’s sweet pussy came to rest just above his mouth. He plunged deep with his tongue and tasted juices like golden honey. Her back arched with pleasure. He slowly lapped up every bit of her; from the tip of her clit to her ass, eliciting light moans and sighs.
Suddenly a hand gripped his cock so firmly that he almost bit Julia’s clit. The grip gave way to Mistress Kathryn’s hot, tight cunt. She squeezed him forcefully and lifted herself up almost off his cock, then eased down just a little and repeated that over and over. He fought with all his might not to come.
Mistress Kathryn grabbed Julia in an embrace again, grabbing handfuls of her breasts and grinding down on his cock. He moaned and lapped faster and faster at Julia, dragging her delicious juices over her hard clit. They all seemed to be moving in tandem; panting, moaning, grinding, licking and sucking. He lost all focus – enraptured by the wet, tight pussy around his dick and the sweet, wet pussy at his mouth.
His will began to erode and he felt his come rising to near bursting. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch!” cried Mistress Kathryn. Julia ground down on his face, forcing his head down into the bed. He sucked at her clit as hard as he could as Mistress Kathryn thrust him so hard and so deep that he felt his dick would break.
Julia’s thighs started to quiver as she nearly suffocated him in the throes of her orgasm, wailing in ecstasy. The force of Mistress Kathryn’s unrelenting pussy brought him coming to a hard, forceful climax. He roared at the near-painful release that had been delayed for so long, so tortuously. His limbs shook uncontrollably as the waves of unbelievable pleasure pounded his body. Mistress Kathryn growled like an animal, writhing and coming on his cock.
And then, the only sound to be heard was their panting. Hard, labored panting. Sweat poured off them, leaving the bed moist. Without a word, Julia began to unfasten his wrist cuffs, while Mistress Kathryn removed the cuffs around his ankles. Raw was the skin underneath. Breathing almost normally, Mistress Kathryn leaned down and met his face; that coy smirk playing on her lips. She held there for a moment, then softened into a smile and unfastened the restraint around his neck.