by B.D. Maven
Losing – either my nerve or the bet – had not been in my plan. Faced with the reality of having committed to a week of service, I needed to get a grip and gain control of the situation – fast! My first thought was to give a little, but set boundaries and establish precedent. I looked him in the eye. “OK, you’ve won. I suppose you want to tie me up and fuck me. Well, I’m not into that right now. If you want, I’ll give you a blowjob, but…”
He cut me off. “You know, I’m not going to put up with insolence from you. We have an agreement. When you won the first bet, I paid off without complaint. You wanted to up the stakes, you lost, and now you’re trying to back out. Forget it. Get your clothes off and those handcuffs on – NOW!”
This was a side of him that I hadn’t seen before, and suddenly I was a little concerned. What had I gotten myself into? If I went along with him now, it would set the tone for the whole week. Yet what were my alternatives? I could try to negotiate, but he didn’t seem in the mood. I could just walk out on the situation, what could he do to stop me?
I suppose that I thought about it a little too long. Suddenly, he walked across the room. Before I could react, he had me pushed over the pool table. I felt him pull my leather skirt up over my ass, and he grabbed my thong and effortlessly ripped it off. An indignant “hey” was all I could manage before his open hand slapped my ass. The explosion of pain interrupted the rest of my thought.
Even before the first wave had fully registered, I felt a second slap on the opposite cheek. The pain from that, and a third, and fourth, and I don’t know how many overwhelmed my thought processes. I panicked, and began screaming and squirming, struggling to get away. Neither did any good. He was much stronger than I had imagined, and apparently deaf too, at least to my pleas. He continued to alternate cheeks, and it seemed as if the slaps were becoming both quicker and harder.
Eventually, I gave up resistance and just started sobbing.
Abruptly he stopped the spanking and released me. I was bewildered, but slowly realization set it. Although the punishment had stopped, my ass was on fire. And something unexpected – so was my cunt!
I didn’t have any time to dwell on that before he was speaking. “Was that enough, or do I need to continue making my point?”
“OK, OK, you win.” I had stopped sobbing, and pushed myself up from the table. “What do you want?”
“I don’t like having to repeat myself. I said for you to get your clothes off and your handcuffs on.” His tone was even, and on the surface he seemed in control of himself. But not totally. A telltale bulge in his crotch gave away his feelings. But could I exploit it?
I remembered what had happened when I dawdled earlier, and quickly made to avoid the same mistake. The zipper in my skirt stuck, which caused my heart to skip a beat. On the second try it worked, and quickly I had it off my hips. I looked back at my ass, and saw that it was beet red. No wonder it still burned. And then my face blushed to match my ass, as I noticed cunt fluids all over the insides of my thighs.
I looked at him; he was wearing a wry smile. He seemed amused by my bewilderment. He let me ponder this for a moment, before snapping me out of my stupor by saying, “did you forget something?”
My hands quickly went to my shirt buttons. A few seconds later, my shirt, and then my bra, joined the skirt on the floor. I reached down to release the straps on my high heels, but he said, “No, that’s OK, just leave them on. Now the ‘cuffs”.
Suddenly I realized that I was at the crucial moment. This was my final chance to do something, because once I submitted to this, I would be at his mercy. But I couldn’t think of anything else to do. And what about the wetness in my pussy? With no apparent alternative, should I let that be my guide?
Enough thinking. I reached and grabbed the ‘cuffs, and fastened one over my left wrist. I went to put on the second bracelet when he said, “No, put them on behind you”. And without further thought, I brought my arms together behind my back, positioned the manacle over my right wrist, and pushed it closed.
I looked at Mark, he was still wearing the wry smile. I said, “Well, I’m yours for a week. What’s next?”, and his smile broadened.
He walked over to me, put his hand behind my head, and gently, but firmly, ran his finders through my hair and made a fist. He lowered his mouth to mine, and lips joined. He brushed his free hand across my breast, across my belly, paused to run his hands through my wet hair, and then ran his finger across my clit and into my very hot snatch.
My legs started to give way, but as he was still holding onto my head, I just transferred my weight from my legs to my hair. The pain jolted me back to my senses, and I regained my footing.
He took his finger back, and let go of me. Still smiling, he said, “Generally speaking, you don’t need to know what’s coming next. Just obey. But this time, I’ll give you a hint. You need to learn self control”. Looking – hungrily – at his bulging cock, I couldn’t imagine that he wasn’t tearing off his pants and jamming it home. God knows, that’s what I needed, and he was talking about self control!
Not for the last time, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.