Today was Alyssa's 32nd birthday. She had been invited by her girlfriends to go out and celebrate tonight and "get wild" as they put it. They suggested going to the infamous Hawt Dogz male strip club to try and see how much trouble Alyssa could get into. She loved the idea and had fantasized about doing something like that on a number of occasions. Unfortunately, she had promised her boyfriend, Jim, that she would stay home with him instead.
Apparently, Jim had something "big" planned. She hoped it wasn't like her last birthday. He had intended to get her drunk and fuck her all night. It wasn't much of a concept, to begin with, and his execution of it was even worse. Yes, he got her drunk. However, in the process, he got even more inebriated than she did. The fucking amounted to him rolling on top of her, pumping a few times, blowing his load, and then rolling over to sleep. There was no foreplay, and she didn't come close to having an orgasm.
To be honest, it wasn't much different than any other night of sex with her boyfriend of 4 years. Jim's idea of foreplay was watching some porn. Occasionally, he would want a blowjob first. However, Alyssa learned that, too often, when she began with sucking his cock, he would cum in her mouth and lose any interest in fucking. It would have the opposite effect on her, leaving her in heat, with no one to help put out her fire. She learned the warning signs and stop sucking him well before he was ready to cum if she wanted any chance of getting laid.
Alyssa was regretting her decision to turn down her friends' offer. In truth, she was having serious second thoughts about her relationship with Jim. They'd been together for four years, and she knew he was thinking about proposing. She had strong reservations about marrying him. She could not see herself spending the rest of her life married to a man whose knowledge of female sexual needs was that of a Neanderthal. On second thought, Neanderthals probably fucked the shit out of their women. She could do with a good caveman fuck.
She hoped to God that his "big" plan wasn't to get down on one knee. The sad reality was, inside her mind, Alyssa had already broken up with Jim and moved on; she just needed to make it happen on the outside. As she thought about her birthday celebration, she resolved not to let another year with Jim begin. Tonight would be their farewell tour. She would dump him tomorrow.
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Alyssa slipped the sexy little one-piece dress down over her body, covering her lacy pink bra and matching panties. She zipped the dress up the side, under her arm, then admired herself in the mirror. Her wavy dirty-blonde hair fell around her face to just above her shoulders. She looked pretty good, in her opinion. She debated on putting on makeup but decided since they were not going out and it was their last night as a couple, there wasn't any point. She ran a brush through her hair and called it done.
She knew it was probably best to end things with Jim and be done with it, but it was her birthday, and she didn't want to have to deal with the unpleasantries and ruin her day. She would do it the next day, or maybe the day after. The funny thing was, she had been telling herself the same thing for months. She would decide to break up, but something would happen, and she would delay it.
She went to the kitchen and started to pour herself a glass of wine from the refrigerator, but changed her mind. "It's my birthday, dammit!" she proclaimed to the empty room. So, instead, she pulled out a half-filled bottle of Patron Silver Tequila and poured out what she assumed was a shot into her wine glass. She dug in a bin, found a half-rotten lime, cut out the fuzzy part and grabbed some salt.
"Is it lime, tequila, salt? Or is it tequila, salt, lime? I can't ever remember." she said to herself. She mixed it all up. She licked the salt, bit into the lime, drank the shot, then to top it off, sucked more lime and ended with more salt. She shivered from head to toe and leaned over the countertop, shaking her head. "Mmmm, smooth," she said, giggling.
She put the lid back in the tequila, stared at it, then pulled the cork out and poured another shot. She eyeballed it, not taking time to measure. She downed it like the prior one and waited for her body to stop reacting, then smiled as the liquor burned slowly down her insides. She didn't realize it, but she had just consumed about five shots of tequila in two big gulps.
She closed the tequila and went ahead and poured a glass of wine, as she would need something to drink while she waited for Jim to get home. She was feeling frisky. Tequila had that effect on her. Something about it made her horny every time she drank it. She glanced over at her little built-in desk and her MacBook that lay there beckoning to her like a Siren's call, "Come here, Alyssa. Come here and be naughty."
She took her wine, which tasted distinctly of tequila, with her and sat down. She lifted the lid on her laptop and watched as the screen lit up. She clicked on her mail icon and immediately thought of her favorite movie of all time, starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan; she giggled and said, "You've got mail!"
And, she did.
"Let's see what Mr. NY152 has to say today," she paraphrased Kathleen Kelly and glanced at her inbox. She had an email, but it was from someone named "MasterLUST."
"I sent you a video I thought you would like for your birthday. Be sure to watch it before your date with Mr. Boring." She smiled as she read it, then sipped her wine and clicked play. The tequila was making her head spin a little, but its warmth had spread throughout her body, kindling a slow-burning fire in her groin.
The video showed a naked woman who was blindfolded, gagged, and hanging by her arms from a triangular suspension rack. Her feet her bound to the bottom corners, forcing her legs open. She was in high-heels and had to stand on her tiptoes to stop her r arms from bearing the full weight of her suspended body.
"Ohhh, yummy," Alyssa purred. The woman in the video was nervously turning her head back and forth, unable to see, using her ears to try to sound out what was going on. A bald man with a goatee appeared. He was bare-chested and quite muscular and was wearing black leather pants and combat boots. He had a long strap in his hands.
Alyssa leaned back and spread her legs, letting her dress, which was short, to begin with, slide up her thighs. She reached down lazily with her right hand and rubbed her pussy through the pink lace loving the way it made her feel, decadent yet slutty.
The bald man grabbed the suspended woman by the face and shook her head. Alyssa didn't have the video's volume on, as she often watched videos while Jim was nearby and she didn't want him to hear. He smacked the girls face roughly, but not too hard, then reached down to pinch her nipples. Alyssa felt her pussy clench.
The man raised the leather strap and ran it over the woman's body slowly, speaking to her. "I bet he's telling her what he's about to do to her," Alyssa explained to herself.
The man lightly slapped the suspended woman with the strap. It was clear he was teasing her, toying with her. None of the slaps looked painful. He spanked it on her abdomen, her hips, her ass and her tits. Allyssa rubbed her pussy harder, feeling how wet she was getting.
The strap came down hard on the woman's tits, and she recoiled, pulling hard against the restraints and appeared to be crying out. Although the woman on the video was muted, Alyssa made noise on the woman's behalf, "Mmmm," she moaned as her fingers rubbed against her clit through her panties.
The man spun the strap in the air. Alyssa could imagine the whirring sound it made. Then the end started slapping the woman, leaving faint red marks, making contact each time it spun around. It moved fast, striking her repeatedly, about once every second. The woman was jerking back and forth wildly, her entire body shaking as the lash flashed and hit her over and over and over again.
Abruptly, Alyssa is jolted back to reality when she hears a key inserting into the apartment door. "Shit!" she thought; sitting up quickly to pause the video and minimize the window. "Damn, it was just getting good." Just as Jim walked in, she switched to a cat video on YouTube, and pressed play; greeting him from her desk at the edge of the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday, baby," he said smiling broadly. He walked over and kissed her, missing her lips and hitting her cheek as she coolly turned her head at the last second.
"Hey," she replied with a slight smile. She was dreading this evening. She had already moved on and was ready to start her new life as the sex slave to her online lover, who she had recently learned lived about twenty miles from her. She just needed to make it through tonight, then next weekend she would belong to MasterLUST, whose real name she didn't even know.
She'd met her online dom in a chat room a couple of months prior, one night when she was particularly frustrated with Jim's sexual ineptitude. Her boyfriend had gotten her all worked up then blew his load just before she could cum and then he didn't even try to get her off. He just pulled out and went to sleep. She had tried to masturbate in the bed, but she was so disgusted with Jim that she got up and went online to watch porn.
For the past few weeks, she had been reading BDSM related stories on a website dedicated to user-submitted fiction. She's exhausted all of the most recent stories, and no new ones had been published. So, she was a little bored and got curious and had wandered into a BDSM related chatroom.
She had quickly started talking with MasterLUST, who was intelligent and engaging. He recognized that she was very timid and new to the ideas of bondage and discipline. They discussed her fantasies and her lack of excitement with her boyfriend and his bland sexual abilities. She had wanted to call them vanilla, but vanilla implied a pleasant flavor. His sex was lacking anything pleasant.
She jokingly referred to him as Mister Boring. MasterLUST had gotten her off just from talking with her while she masturbated. He introduced her to some "special" stories that he had written on the site, which stimulated her curiosity. He even shared some hard-core porn videos with her that took her on a tour of the BDSM lifestyle, exposing her to new ideas, concepts, and fantasies.
Their relationship had quickly escalated to Skype where they could chat in real time. They exchanged a few pictures, becoming more and more provocative and more and more real-time. Soon, they were video chatting, and she would do anything he demanded. She was eating the attention and sexual adventure up like a starving man at a Chinese buffet.
She began calling him Master. He had explained to her that for now, it was just a respectful way to address him. But, for her to honestly call him Master, she would be required to submit to him. He explained to her about the relationship between a dominant and a submissive and the bonds they shared. It was then that they discovered, much to their mutual delight, that they lived within easy driving distance of one another.
MasterLUST was very respectful of her relationship with Jim. He never once criticized or bashed Jim in any way. In fact, he often encouraged Alyssa to talk to Jim, to try to share her feelings with him and give him the chance to improve his sexual abilities to more readily satisfy her needs. He even offered to facilitate a kind of intervention with Jim, to help him get his head out of his ass and coach him on how to be a better lover. Alyssa refused to consider it.
She wanted to be with MasterLUST, to submit to him. She begged him to invite her over to consummate their desires for each other. To his credit, MasterLUST refused. They could play online and in Skype, but he would not meet her, touch her, or accept her submission, so long as she was still living with or dating Jim.
