Friday night - late
It was late when the doorbell rang. Bili stretched as he left the couch to answer the door. A grin stretched across his face as he looked through the peephole in the door. It was Megan. It had been two weeks since she had left his home. He had thought that it would take her another week or two to get the nerve to come by again.
He opened the door to see her standing, thumbing her purse nervously. She looked up and smiled. Then, timidly, she asked if she could come in. They sat on his couch for several minutes in silence. Finally, in a quaky voice, she spoke. She went over their previous weekend in detail. Soon, her ragged voice became louder and excited - almost panicked.
He reached over to her, covering her tiny hand with his. Instantly, her voice calmed and she slowed her speaking. Her eyes met his and then darted away. Then she continued reminiscing over their weekend together.
Finally, she looked up at him, meeting his gaze, briefly. "Bili, I want to taste more of what you showed me," she said. "It's just that...it's just that I am afraid of what you will do to me. I mean, what you did excited me, but..." her voice trailed away.
A gentle smile crossed his lips. Slowly, he moved his hand up her arm and to her face to cradle her chin. "Megan," he said, "my rules are the same as before. I promise not to harm you. But, if you choose to stay with me you will have to suffer my will. And, once you agree to it, there is no reversal, no matter how you beg or ask out of it."
He stood, drawing her up with him. Then, he kissed her cheek and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She shivered, excitedly, at his gentle caress.
After leaving the room, briefly, he returned to where she stood and showed her a black box. He opened the lid to reveal the collar and cuffs that she had worn on her last visit. There was also a set of five locks and a single key. After displaying the boxes contents he sat it down on the coffee table and went into his bedroom, leaving her with a choice.
She sat down on the couch and pondered her predicament. Remembering his telling her of so many terrible things; things that he had done to the women he was with, she wondered if he would do those things to her. Would he humiliate and torture her to the degree he had other women? He did promise not to harm her, after all. But, what was harm? He had already humiliated her and caused her severe pain. And yet, here she was, back again, seeking more.
He was reclining on his massive bed, reading, when she came into the bedroom. As he had expected, she was wearing only the leather and steel jewelry that he had shown her. He watched her approach him. She was trembling when she handed him the key.
He motioned her to kneel by the bed. She did so, without hesitation or thought. She dropped her head to look up at him from within the cave of her hair. He noticed that her hands were behind her back, already.
"Where is the strap for your hair?" he asked, softly.
"In my purse" she whispered.
"Get it and return," he told her.
She scampered away, returning strap in hand, to kneel at his bedside, hands behind her. He was reading again and did not look up. She tilted her head down and watched him through her thick hair, while he read.
He slowly pulled one hand from his book and held out his hand. She placed the strap in his hand and then returned her hand behind her, nervously. She wondered how it was that she should be so excited and afraid at supplicating herself in this manner.
For several minutes he gave no signs of interest and she wondered how long he would make her wait or if he was waiting for her to do something. The minutes passed slowly. Finally, he dog-eared the page of the book and closed it. He sat up and stretched. Then he commanded she turn around. She found herself facing the mirrored closet. While she knelt, regarding the image that they cast, he got up and retrieved a brush from the bathroom. In a moment he had returned to the bed to begin brushing her long hair.
She reveled in the soft care and attention that he gave to her hair. She found herself closing her eyes and shivering with every stroke of the brush. Very soon - too soon - it was over and the long strap with the shiny steel ring was braided into her hair.
She stood up at his command and turned to face him. When she had turned around he showed her a short chain. "This," he told her, "is for your waist. This chain is special and I want you to understand its meaning."
Over the next several minutes he spoke to her about the long-standing friendship that they had shared. He spoke of the times that they had drifted out of contact and how he always thought about her, wondering where she was and what she was doing. He spoke of how much joy he felt when they had resumed contact after those times. And then he began to tell her of his feelings for her over the long years of their friendship.
Within all of his explanation of his feelings he told her, too, that she would suffer for him should she agree to wear the chain. He told her that her previous suffering was minimal and that she could expect far worse. Slowly, she came to understand the full meaning of the chain.
"The chain is not for this weekend." He told her. "You will decide on the chain another time. But, I wanted you to know my feelings for you." Then he flashed a warm and comforting smile.
She did not know how to feel about all that he had told her. She was caught in the revelation of his feelings for her. She had harbored similar feelings for him as well. Still, hs promise to make her suffer provided a sharp fear of what might come.
After a long moment of silence he offered her a last chance at leaving the collar and cuffs behind for the night. She chose to stay, bound in cuffs and collar, to suffer at his whims. Later, as she suffered, she would question her decision.
Saturday Morning around 1 AM:
She wept in disgust and defeat as her tongue pushed against his asshole. She was now bound, chest down, to his coffee table. Her head was tilted up and back, held in harsh bondage. He had arranged the strap in her hair so that it was pulled back by a chain. The chain, in turn, passed between the cheeks of her ass down underneath the table to lock on a ring that was just under her head. Her hands had been spread wide, bound to either end of the coffee table in similar fashion. Her thighs had been bound with wide leather straps, which, in turn, were attached to the cuffs on her ankles.
Initially, she had refused to lick his asshole, finding it disgusting. However, a few strokes of his taws had convinced her to provide him the pleasure that he wanted. Now he sat on the couch, feet propped on the table, enjoying her tongue on and in his hole.
After a considerable time, he put his feet down and pushed her and the table back and away from the couch. She cried out as the carpet burned her knees. Ignoring her pain, he knelt in front of her and pushed the entirety of his cock into her half open mouth.
Just as she thought that he would choke her to death he withdrew his cock from her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. She found that she was lightheaded and she was sure that she would have emptied the contents of her stomach had it not been empty. Her relief was short lived, however, as he was soon thrusting into her throat with a quick and steady rhythm.
Finally, after nearly an hour, he stopped his thrusting, to leave his cock resting just inside her mouth. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Again, when her breath returned to her, he pushed himself back into her mouth. This time, he spoke to her in a soft and gentle voice, instructing her. And with his soft instruction she found that she was able to accept his cock into her throat without gagging or loss of breath.
A few moments later he arched his back and let out a groan. As he began his climax her eyes grew wide. She had expected the unpleasant flavor and warm thickness to fill her mouth. Instead, his warm viscous cum flowed down her throat, bypassing her mouth.
He left his cock in her mouth for several minutes. During this time she began to wonder about her newest accomplishment. She disliked the taste and texture of cum. Thus she was pleased at having avoided it. She was also quite proud at being able to take him so deeply into her mouth. Most strangely, she felt as if she had cheated, by not actually having to suffer tasting his cum.
Eventually, as the moment's excitement ebbed, she found that her bondage was causing her considerable pain. She began to wonder if and when she would be released from this bondage. Several times she started to ask him, but thought better of it, not wanting to suffer anything stricter.
Finally, after watching her struggle with the pain, he released the chain that held her head back. Then, after releasing her arms he went into the bedroom, bidding she follow.
He watched her enter the room on her hands and knees, her feet seemingly growing from her ass. He enjoyed watching her crawl into the room in obvious humiliation and discomfort. Even more, he enjoyed watching her struggle onto the bed as he had commanded her.
When she managed her way onto the bed he attached a strap around her upper arms. A few clicks later and her wrists were now attached to her upper arms with hardly any distance separating them. She thought this to be an oddly erotic and ironic manner of binding; free to move about, but utterly helpless as was proven by the ease with which he flipped her to her belly.
After lifting her slightly to place a pillow under her belly, he slid a hand between her legs and began massaging the damp cleft between. As he had during her previous visit, he stopped when she neared climax, beginning again after the moment had passed. If ever there was suffering, this was suffering as; over and over he brought her near to climax, never fulfilling her urgent need.
She lost track of time as she begged for release, over and over. Then, as she met her first orgasm, she felt pain. Somewhere amidst the torture, she couldn't remember when, he had retrieved leather cat-o-nine from his armoire. It was this that she felt stinging her bottom. It was to accompany each orgasm that followed the first, never relenting and ever present. For the next hour she suffered, screaming in confusion, pain and pleasure, praying for it to end yet wanting more.
Saturday Morning around 8 AM:
