The door closed behind me with soft click and I found myself standing in the hall again.
The carpet was thick beneath my bare feet and I felt very exposed. In a strange house naked with my semi hard cock flopping against my thigh as I walked back up the stairs.
I found what I was looking for, a dressing gown.
It was pink and fluffy but better that than nothing. Sitting down on the bed I thought through the last thirty minutes and quickly came to the conclusion I must have been mad.
The facts as I saw them were that I had been drugged and robbed. I then decided to physically and sexually abuse a total stranger, albeit a very willing stranger. But she was still a stranger who had not verbally consented to anything. And to compound everything else I had also worn no protection.
Anything could happen.
I could be charged with rape, could have contracted a disease or worse. I sat there thinking through the pitfalls and then realised that was always my downfall; I would always overthink things. I would never take the risk.
So fuck it tonight I did. At that moment I determined that tonight I wasn't going to be that anonymous wanker. I was going to live out the fantasy and enjoy it, for what it was. What would happen, would happen.
I stood up and let the gown fall off and went to explore the house.
Judging by the furniture and pictures around the place her flat mate was female also. The living room was cheaply furnished, like a student place just tidier.
Based on the layout the room she was currently tied up in I guessed it must have once been a pantry. It was just off the kitchen and the house seemed old enough to have one. Also given how extensively it was kitted out I also guessed her flatmate was well aware of what went on in the small room. Must be hard to keep such things secret.
I didn't care though. I found a packet of aspirin in the kitchen, washed two of them down with water and headed back to the door. The note was still pinned to the wood. I had an idea.
Five minutes later I had the photograph, safe on my phone. The note stuck against her face clearly, the writing on her chest was also clear. Having somewhat satisfied the risk averse side of my psyche, I let the other side fully take over.
My cock started to harden and the familiar tingling sensation started as I looked at her hanging there. Arms stretched above her head, breasts taut, legs stretched open.
My sperm had dried on her face and I could see some of it stuck to her hair. Her eyes were closed and she hung from the hook like a rag doll with her bodyweight on the hook. It must be well attached I thought idly as I picked up a leather flogger. It had a thick glass handle and a bulbous end. I trailed the thin leather strips along the floor and stood in front of her. My cock was now fully erect again.
She opened her eyes and looked at me and then down at the flogger. I could almost detect a smile before her face returned to blank and emotionless. She closed her eyes.
I gently flicked the straps against her breasts then her thighs and then over her pussy. Having never used one before I decided starting off softly and working up was the best approach. She didn't even open her eyes so I increased the strength until she started letting out little whimpers every time the thin straps raked over her naked body.
Aside from her face I left no part of her body untouched. She tried to pull away but just pulled against her restraints as the leather cracked and echoed in the small room.
I started to sweat. Her body was lined with red. She breathed heavily. I stopped and the room fell silent again.
'Do you want to come slut?' I asked her whispering in her ear. She just stared ahead silently.
I gripped a breast in one hand and squeezed it hard, stretching it and letting my hand slowly slide off with her sweat. She squealed as I pinched her nipple hard before I let go.
'Do. You. Want. To. Come. Slut?' I asked again louder with my other hand pressing lightly on her other breast.
Still no answer so I repeated it on her other breast.
This time she was sobbing and pulling away from me. I ran my hand over her face and felt tears mixing with my dried come.
I asked her again and she nodded.
'That's my whore, I said quietly.
Standing behind her I reached between her legs and ran my hand over her pussy lips. She was dripping wet. I felt the glass plug still firmly in her ass. I ran my fingers up her smooth slick cunt towards her clit. It was poking out, erect and hard.
