My First Mistake as a BDSM Sub
I was on my way to work and just like every other day of the week the parking lot was a mess of cars and trucks and vans all looking for the closest spot to the door and none of them were actually finding any.. considering that, I decided to park in the alley next to my building… which was definitally my first mistake. I knew as soon as I got out of the car that I’d taken too long touching up my make up and hair because i felt like someone was behind me and sure enough.. someone taller and stronger then I am had one arm around my body holding me close and effortlessly while i struggled, and another holding a white cloth… and I don’t really remember much after that.
What I do remember is waking up upside down.. or so I thought.. everything was so backwards and i was so dizzy I didn’t really have my bearings.. but I was right. my head was down by the ground and what confused me was that my feet were too. I was bent over some kind of wooden thing that I use to see my dad working with in his tool shed when I was little… god what was the name of it……. my wrists and ankles were both tied to different parts of it at the bottom and spread open.. and… damnit I was naked.. where the hell were my clothes.. where the hell was I?!
I started to move my head around and realised I was gagged.. and in a pretty big room with a couple of machienes I’ve never seen before and a table with what looked like a bunch of paddles and sex toys on it. Oh god, please don’t let those be for me..
I was standing on hard wood floors.. in some kind of a basement I think.. I don’t remember seeing any windows but things were still spinning in my head so who knows really what kind of room it was. It was just… big. I started lifting my head in the opposite direction.. kind of behind me… And of course.. from out of no where where these big shoes.. standing right in front of me. I hadn’t seen them before but I now saw the man that filled them and…. I KNOW HIM.. I WORK with him.. he’s a new manager at work and he’d been watching me explore my surroundings.
I was right to begin with though.. he was tall and in decent enough shape to easily throw me around. not like that’s hard to do.. almost half of my weight is in my boobs. I’m only a size 12 but I’ve got D cup bra’s. He has blondish red hair, obvious muscles stretching his black short sleeve shirt, defined, unshaven facial features…. he was so good looking and very gentleman like…he’s charming and he could get any girl that walked by him in the jeans he had on so why would he go through all the trouble of TAKING me? I’d soon find out..
“Well good mornng sunshine” his voice was deep, calm, and collected as if we’d known eacother for years when in reality.. we’ve only been working for the same company a few months and spoken less then 3 or 4 times…. god, and he says that like he’s woken up every morning with me by his side saying that exact same phrase. “About damn time you woke up.. thought you’d need a trip to the E.R. to snap you out of that coma you’ve been in” Geeze.. how long had I been out..?? my work MUST be looking for me by now.. AND him.. with us missing together and no calls?? they’ll put two and two together soon enough… I hoped.
“you’re such a fucking light weight I could have bought you a shot at the bar and you’d be on your ass just as fast” he laughed and started to pull my hair back out of my face to look at me. yeah… tell me about it. I let my neck rest and put my head back down for a while.. even if the blood flow was intense. I could feel my pulse in my finger tips.. my hands were swollen and throbbing.. I grabbed on to each of the legs of the shortened horse and tried to get some circulation back….. ah… a horse.. I knew it would come to me sooner or later..
Why was he so calm.. why was I so calm… what the hell was wrong with me.. I should be wigging out right about now.. ” I’ll take that gag out if you’re going to keep working with me like you are.” working with you??!!! WORKING WITH YOU… you bastard.. just WAIT till you take that damn thing out and… “AHHHHHH!!!!!” i screamed as loud as I could and as hard as I could before he put it back in and smacked me hard on the face. I think he cracked my lip open cause soon after I could taste blood in my mouth.
” forget that idea… you try that again and you’ll be lucky if you can breathe let alone talk.” >sigh< damnit. at least i’ve got to be in ear shot of SOMEONE cause he’s pretty damn worried about being heard… well.. that or he just doesn’t want to hear me. “and here I thought you’d be a good girl. I’ll have to punish you for that you know..” oh god.. do what? i was shaking my head tyring to think clearly..he sat down beside me and caressed my face.. pulled my hair back into a pony tail and kissed the blood away from my mouth. It was such a caring act after the smack that I was tempted to kiss him back.. but the gag kind of ruined that idea. why was he doing this! what was going on! The tears started coming and I couldn’t get them to stop.. they just ran across my forehead and into my hair and onto the ground.
“Aw.. don’t cry yet.. I haven’t even started your punishment” that just made me cry harder untill I was sobbing so hard I could feel my lungs struggling for air. I started pulling on my bonds and panicking…I was choking on the gag and all I could do was lean into him and hope he understood that I was in very real need of oxygen. He caught on and told me if i screamed again I’d regret it…. he asked me if I understood and I nodded that I did.
“Ok then.” He slowly took it out of my mouth and I coughed and gagged and sobbed while he rubbed my back gently. I was sobbing uncontrolably but soon after he rubbed my back some more I started to calm down realising that crying over the whole thing is useless. he’ll do what he wants to do and when he wants to do it. He looked relieved as well. “All right.. now that you’ve collected yourself it’s beyond time for your punishment. remember.. you scream and not only does that gag go back in but you’ll be lucky if you walk out of here at all” I just nodded and cried more.
He went over to the table with all the stuff on it and picked up a bamboo cane and swished it a few times in the air by my head and I cringed and whimpered some.. he picked up another paddle with spikes sticking out of one side and lightly ran it over my back to let me feel what was on it…parts of tacks or nails i think they were and then he showed it to me up close… i was right.. and I felt sick. He saw me loose my color and grabbed a bucket to put under my mouth and sure enough.. I got sick. god how embarassing… he was such a lovable guy at work.. someone you could easily have a crush on and keep in mind for late night fantisies.. but he was scary now. He kept this game of show and tell up with different paddles.. different colors.. belts…canes.. anything you could beat someone with he had it and he was testing me.. rating my reactions on which one’s I feared most and in the end.. went back to the leather belt. he moved the bucket away from my head and took it somewhere I couldn’t see.
The belt wasn’t what I feared most.. but definitally not the easiest thing to take a blow from.. I could tell you THAT from growing up. Without a second thought he came behind me and rubbed his hands over my ass, letting the other hand with the belt trace my inner thigh.. higher and higher till he was rubbing it over my pussy. he smacked my ass a few times with his hand.. just to get a feel for where he should aim I’d assume cause the next hit was perfectly centered and perfectly painful with the belt. I let out a small sound between a moan and a yelp, and he smiled.
” Don’t get too fond of the feeling.. soon enough you’ll learn to hate punishment.. a play spanking is nice enough to love, but this… will be lovable in no way shape or form” Not like I said it was to begin with… I just looked at him like.. ok.. I get it.
“Count these my dear.. and follow it with ‘sir’. You lose count we start again. we’ll go till 40… yes.. 40 should be enough.”
The tears started again like before and I felt his hands move up my pread thighs and feel for my pussy. What was he doing!? Did he want to fuck me or beat me to death… or both? Just when his touch started to feel good and soothing he removed his hand and replaced it with a hard smack on the ass with the belt… “One, sir.” I almost forgot to count.. and I certinally didn’t want to add any more to what was already going to be hell..
Again… he hit me full force..I gritted barley through closed teeth said…… “two… sir”.
“Very good.. keep it up and this will be over in no time.”
yeah… sure. He went to twenty and when I was sobbing so hard I was close to passing out he stopped… and put his hand back on my pussy. To my own suprise, I was so wet it was starting to drip down my leg and he felt it as soon as he touched me. “A punishment should not be enjoyed young lady.. and this seems to be turning you on.”
“NO!” I cried and through mumbles tried to explain it was the position… the vibrations from my ass.. the leather my stomach was on starting to rub farther down.. something other then actually enjoying it.. anything but that. but all he heard was ‘no’ and the mumbles.
He pushed two fingers up inside me roughly and pumped in and out…and again.. I let out a mix of moans and cries. Pain and pleasure. “Please stop” was all that he could make out. He just fingered me harder..and I cried harder.. he might not like screaming but god did he love to make me cry.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I could hear him unzip his pants and I opened my eyes enough to see him take them off along with his shoes… then I could feel his massive hard on rubbing on my sore ass..and playing in the wetness of my pussy. In a heartbeat I couldn’t feel him anymore… and then I felt the sting of the belt again. I cried.. I couldn’t think.. I hated the fact that he thought I enjoyed it..even more then him actually DOING these things to me. ” twenty one…… sir” I whispered.
At fourty I was ready to be sick again amd my ass was on fire.. I wouldn’t feel releived until I actually got to look at my own ass to make sure i wouldn’t need surgery to put it back together again. but he started to touch my ankles… and licked the inside of my thighs.. up to my pussy.. and stopped. “You took that very well. I’m very proud of you.” he untied my ankles and then he came around to the front and released my arms from the horse.. but hooked them immeaditly together, i was too weak to fight and I knew it. he stood me upright… and I lost my balance and as fast as i was up.. I was down for the count.
I was exhausted and I fainted from a mix of the rush of standing again and the pain of falling on my ass. When I woke.. my hands were together still.. I was laying on my back on a bed with them above my head.. and my ankles re-fastened to opposite bed posts. my ass still stung espically now that I was laying on it. I struggled against the bonds as best I could but there was definitally no way to get out of them. I had a cold rag on my forehead and no one was in sight. I cleared my throat and called out for him as best I could.
Instantly he was in sight.. from another room around the corner……..I’d never seen the bed… I’ve got to be in another room..
“you’re awake..” I just nodded. “how do you feel? You’re not gonna throw up again are you.. i’ll have to put you on your side if I don’t want you suffocating on your own vomit.” I shook my head no and started to sob again. The tears rolled down the sides of my face… I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the coolness of the rag.
“Time to clean you up a bit my dear.” Still half out of it I didn’t realise what he was saying so I just laid there. He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a bowl of water.. shaving cream and a razor. He looked over my under arms carefully and said they would be just fine. then he traveled a little lower and touched my pussy again…”This however… will have to go.. I mean.. the landing strip look is cute but I perfer you clean cut.. if you know what I mean” Have at it fucker.. hair grows back and after what you just did to my ass… doesn’t really matter any more. I could use the break. I looked at him and put my head back down while he shaved me clean.
“much better..” he said. He was still naked
and I could see his cock giving my freshly shaved pussy a standing ovation. He put the water and razor and shaving cream away and came back with these little metal things … I didn’t really know what they were until he starting playing with my nipples and put them on. Clamps.. they were tightening with every twist..soon they were so tight i couldn’t feel anything in my nipples at all unless he pulled on them. he was looking at my face again, caressing my cheek with his lips bringing them closer to kissing me..
” you really are gorgeous ya know.” what was he talking about? I was tied up naked and crying and got sick and i’m gorgeous? I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I didn’t want to cry again.. I didn’t want to give him that pleaure. I’d given him enough.
His hands started making their way to my pussy again and it actually felt really good.. he started kissing me and between his hands and his smell and the way he was taking care of me.. I couldn’t help but kiss him back and react to his touch. My hips were moving to meet his hand even though it was killing my ass… he was starting to finger me too hard and I gasped sharply from the pain..
“Sshhh.. it’s ok” I started crying again..there’s so much emotion running through my body and so much pain and pleasure that I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
He climbed on top of me and started teasing my pussy with his cock. ” I knew you wanted this.. I knew the first time I looked at you and you couldn’t hold my stare.” ” You want me to fuck you…DON’T YOU.” I did.. I wanted him in me so badly but I had to know….. ” Why me? You could have anyone… but why me?”
I barley got it out as a wisper but sure enough.. he heard me. His hand came up and pulled the hair at the back of my head.. the rag fell off and he bit my neck roughly and growled in my ear….
“Because not just anyone will get more and more wet when I beat their ass. Not just anyone will WANT me to crack their lip open. YOU DO…….But you already knew that…”
He let go of my hair and shoved his huge cock in my pussy.. it was so big I thought he’d tear me open. I moaned and tried the best I could to move with him but his wieght on top of me hurt my ass so bad I cried and pleaded with him to turn me over. He wasn’t listening though… he kept thrusting into me like it would be the last time he would ever have sex… he reached for my nipples and pulled the clamps off roughly. The pain so was intease! I thought putting them on was bad.. I had no idea how much worse taking them off would be. He countinue to fuck me and listen to me cry in pain and then he stopped. he got up and sat on my chest.. and made me lick his cock clean. not long after that he came all over my face. I tried to move away but he used one hand to hold my jaw in place and the other to finish himself off.
the cum burned my lip where it had been cut open. He was laying on his side next to me using his finger to push the cum on my face into my mouth.
” Take it… enjoy it….feel privileged to have it in your mouth.”
Not wanting punishment again.. I just did what I was told. He called me a good girl again and got a towel to wipe the remainders off my face.
He threw it across the room and opened a door to the desk by the bed… there were more white towels in there.. but different… and a bottle of something i couldn’t quite make out….
“i’ll untie you and turn you over but if you try and run.. or get away.. I’ll have to drug you again.. as well as punish you..”
I let out a sigh…”ok”.
“Good. Glad we’re clear on that”
He started with the left.. and retied it to the middle of the head board.. then my right.. and again to the middle. He untied my ankles next and I rolled onto my side and tried to curl my legs to my chest. I hid my head into my knees and cringed.. then cried from the pain. His hands traced the outline of back and legs avoiding my ass. ” LEAVE ME ALONE!!” I don’t care if it pissed him off it felt damn good to yell at him.
He smacked my ass hard for that… and I screamed. “OK … THAT’S IT.” shit.. what did i do now..
I curled up tight prepairing myelf for more blows but instead I felt my hair being pulled roughly again and my head being pulled back…. and then… the white cloth.
When I woke up again.. I was dressed… and in my car in the alley at work. My hair was put back in a pony tail..my makeup was completely washed from my face…and it was morning. I was just a play thing for him.. he didn’t want to kill me.. he just wanted to fuck the way HE wanted to fuck and when I got too much for him he drugged me up and tossed me out.
Ugh.. there’s that spinning again… My ass still hurt but not nearly as bad as before. I got out of the car and ran to the bathroom in work to get sick. After that i cleaned myself up as much as i could and went back into work. Everyone told me how sorry they were to hear that I’d been sick the previous day. Then I saw him.. that tall handsome figure that I had come to fear so much.
He approached me smoothly…quickly.. and I darted for the door. In two steps he’s already got a hand on my arm holding me still. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered to me.
” I had a wonderful time with you last night.. we’ll have to do it again sometime” With that.. he simply walked away.
I stood there speachless.. who can I tell?? who would believe me?? No one would.. he’s too high up and I just entered at the bottom. Besides him beating my ass black and blue … it wasn’t really all THAT bad..
