Kinky Competition
by CAP
On the way to your house I was a bit apprehensive. Whenever I had been kinky and sexual with a person before I had slowly gotten to know them, and their body. But this time I was just jumping into it. Plus I was putting myself at your total mercy for the first time.
I got to your house and as you instructed, didn’t say a word. Wearing my brown cords, and the sweater you like so much, I thought I looked pretty good. Though when you greeted me at the door, I could tell that you had dressed for the occasion.
Greeting me in nothing more than heels, black silk panties and bra instantly made me rock hard.
“You look nice.” you said, grinning at how my jaw had dropped. “Come in. First things first, we need to go to Portland for a little bit, I need to pick some stuff up.”
After putting on a skirt and a blouse, you led me back to my car. Taking my keys from me you walked over to the driver side door and waited.
“Ahem.” you coughed. I ran over to open the door for you. Expecting a thanks and not getting one, I finally shut the door. I walked around the car and sat down inside.
On the drive to Portland, you made it a point to have me change the radio station whenever a song came on that I liked.
Pushing my car to the limit, we arrived in Portland in no time. After finding a parking spot, I jumped out and ran to open your door once again. As you started down the street, I came up to walk beside you.
“Behind me slut!” you screamed, drawing the attention of everyone around, “You’re not worthy to walk by my side, follow behind me!” Blushing, I feel in behind you. The walk was humiliating and my flushed cheeks made way for my cock to become erect. I lost all sense of time, trudging along behind you, dick hard, cheeks red when you came to a stop. Would have been nice if I had noticed that.
“You fucking clumsy fool!” you yelled directly into my face when I bumped into you, “Watch where the fuck you’re going. We’re here.” I finally took the time to notice where we were. Spartacus.
Walking inside the leather shop for the first time I was enthralled with all of the marvelous toys hanging from racks and walls. Your business was quick though. You led me up to the counter and plucked my wallet from my back pocket. With my mother’s VISA you rang up the purchase. $127, she was going to kill me.
Reaching down into the bag, you drew out a long leash and a metal studded leather collar. Wraping your arms around my neck you put the collar on me, and snapped the leash to a ring on it.
“We’re leaving now, come.” you said, tugging on the leash, quickly pulling me out of the store. I thought walking behind you was embarassing.
I noticed how you parked the car four blocks away from the store just for the purpose of humiliating me on the walk back. My erection reached new hardness as you drug me down the street, drawing snickers from passerbys and honks from cars. It seemed like forever until we finally reached the car, and I opened the door for you.
Once back on the road again, you were feeling a little horny from the display you gave downtown Portland just a few moments ago. Grabbing my leash, you pulled my head down into your lap and set me to work. My tounge searched out every fold and crevice of your pussy, lapping up your sweet juices. The smell of your pussy in my nose set my cock afire. All too soon we reached your house and you pushed me off of you.
Opening your door, you instantly grabbed my leash and pulled me down, kissing me passionatly. Such an anticipated kiss, almost knocked me off of my feet. Before I could recover though, you were dragging me back into the house.
Through the front door, down the hall, and into your bedroom. You tossed me a paper sack and started to the door.
“Put those on, follow the instructions, I’ll be back in 2 hours.” was the last thing you said as you rushed out the door. I started into the bag, a list of chores and womens clothing greeted my eager eyes. I caressed the silky panties and the lace bra before doning them. Awakward to walk in, I had to adjust myself to the heels.
Running around your house, going from one chore to the next, wearing a bra, panties, garters, heels and stockings was my life for the next 2 hours. Washing dishes, cleaning toilets, scrubbing floors (being careful not to put runs in my stockigs). Just as I started on the last chore, vacuuming the sofa, I heard the door open.
“You’re not done yet I see, you need to be punished for being a slow and bad slave.”
Pulling on my leash you drag me to the living room. Bonding me in handcuffs and tieing a rope between them you hoisted me off of the floor through a pulley hanging from the celing (funny I never noticed it before) until the point of where I was standing by my tip toes.
“How long do you think it will take you to finish this job once I’m done with you? Answer me now.”
“20 minutes?” I said, voice cracking as those were the only words I had uttered in the past four hours.
“Good then, we’ll say 40 swats, your own belt will do nicely.” Drawing my old cracked belt from my pants, you snapped it in your hands a few time to heighten my tension. If in the past two hours my cock had ever gone down, it was straight back up again with these snaps.
“One.”
CRACK!
I winced in pain, reeled in pleasure.
“Two!”
CRACK!
After five strokes, you lowered my hands just enough so I could slump to my knees. Blindfolding me, you raised me back up to my toes.
“Six.”
CRACK!
The strokes came more infrequently now, and I couldn’t tell when they would strike. At 35 I hung slumped to the ground, handcuffs cutting into my wrists.
“You’ve had enough I guess. Now, get up and finish your chores.”
Dragging myself back to the vacuum I quickly finished cleaning (in far less than 20 minutes). “Come here.” you said. As I came over to you, almost out of thin air you produced length of rope. Laying me down on the ground, you tied my hands and feet behind my back, like an animal. Pushing me over to the corner by the TV you reached into my panties and pulled out my cock, wiping the precome off it’s tip and shoving it into my mouth.
When you sat back down, you flipped your skirt up, revealing that you had removed your panties. Fumbling with the remote you turned on a porn movie and began to pleasure yourself.
I couldn’t tell what the movie was because I was turned so I could only see you, being teased as you pleasured yourself. Oh how I envyed your hands, to be inside your perfect cunt, bathed in your hot juices.
“I bet you’d love to put your cock in me right now, wouldn’t you.” you teased. “Oh, it would feel so good right now for a big manly cock in me. I could just see it going deeper, and deeper. Too bad there isn’t any men here, all I see is a little femmie in the corner.”
Seeing that I had taken about all the teasing I could handle, you pushed it a step further. “Would you like me to fuck you?” I eagerly nodded yes. “Well then, I guess I’ll fuck you.” you said with a grin.
Untieing me, you led me over to your kitchen table. Bending me over it you tied me to the corners of it, securing them so I had no range of movement. Walking around in front of me you brandished the boyfriend like a deadly weapon, one I would soon be impaled on.
“Time for me to fuck you.”
Behind me I could feel your hands on my ass, spreading me apart. No foreplay here, just one violent thrust, burying the cock deep into my ass. A tear welled up in my eye from the pain, my cock swelled up from the pleasure. Wildly you began to fuck me, like someone deprived of sex for years.
Digging your nails in my back you struggled for purchase, to push the dildo deeper into my asshole. You could tell that I was about to come and pulled out suddenly, straining my whole body, searching for that last little bit of cock to push me over the edge.
“Oh, poor baby, couldn’t get off. Oh well. You’ve been a pretty good slave, I guess I should get you off shouldn’t I?” Again I eagerly nodded. Untieing me, I found myself once again being led by the leash, again into your bedroom.
Tieing me to the corners of my bed you grabbed my cock and shoved it into your pussy. In three glorious thrusts, hours of sexual deprivation shot out of my cock and into your pussy.
After I came you left the room. And here I am now, strapped to your bed, laying in my own come, wondering what’s next.
I hear the click of heels down the hall
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