Being fucked whilst a broken mess has always been appealing to Nikki. It's something she's had the pleasure of experiencing more than once before, and there was one particular occasion that will forever stick in her memory as one of her favourite ever kink experiences.
When she arrived at his house, she was already a desperate, dripping mess. Her state was mainly due to the seven-day touching ban he'd imposed on her leading up to this date, but there was more to it than that. There was something about the confident way he conducted himself that really got under Nikki's skin, and drove her to lusting after being controlled and dominated by his powerful body and creative brain.
She'd barely stepped into his immaculate front porch, yet somehow she already found herself tied down on top of his kitchen table. She was on her back, her ankles tied to her thighs and to the table legs so they were forced apart, exposing her greedy cunt. Her tits were so tightly bound they felt like they could touch the ceiling, and each wrist was tied to the outside of each breast, so she couldn't move her arms away from her body. Her head was hanging off the other side of the table at the perfect height and angle for him to fuck her mouth, something he did roughly and for a considerable period of time. That was the foreplay.
When he'd finished with her mouth he gagged it with a ring gag, which forced her to drool all over her inverted face as it hung off the edge of the table. Then, with her spit still all over his cock as lube, shoved his cock inside her and started fucking her cunt just as roughly as he had done to her mouth.
It didn't take Nikki long to cum, the facefucking alone was enough to bring her close after a whole week of denial. With a loud moan from her forced-open mouth, and a convulsion from her helpless body, she came, squirting all over his cock, and the kitchen floor.
He continued to fuck her for longer than Nikki thought she could deal with, bringing her to five more intense, full-body orgasms. Then it was his turn to cum, filling her cunt whilst he continued to pound her to yet another climax. He stepped back to survey what he had done to her.
She was totally broken. Her face was covered in drool, cunt covered in both of their cum, and the rest of her body covered in sweat. She tried to bring her breathing back down to normal - not an easy task in the position she was in - and start to recover from what had been a glorious fuck.
But he didn't untie her. Instead, he opened the living room door (which had remained closed until that point), and three more men walked into the kitchen.
"I'll leave you three to enjoy the mess I've created" he said, as he left the kitchen to take a shower. Nikki's heart started racing even harder, and her broken cunt got even wetter, as the first guy walked up to her body - proudly displayed to them like a hard-won trophy - and thrust his cock inside her.
That was the memory that was racing through Nikki's brain as she lay down in the puddle of piss she'd created earlier, grabbed her wand, and got ready to start bringing her used body to yet another orgasm.
But Nikki didn't get the chance to cum, because just as she started to feel the pleasure start rising inside of her, the phone rang - it was Tia.
After a brief conversation, which consisted mainly of Tia telling Nikki exactly why she hadn't spoken to her since the last phone call and how upset she was with her, the subject came round once again to Nikki's unusual new dynamic.
"I'm worried about you, Nikki, I'm worried you're starting something that you don't know the direction of, that you're getting in over your head." Tia was right, Nikki WAS getting over her head, but that was exactly what was appealing about the situation. Nikki didn't know how to answer Tia's point, spending the next few seconds murmuring and spluttering random syllables that stood little chance of forming any comprehensible words. "I'm coming over, we need to talk about this." With that, Tia hung up, and a short while later, Nikki heard a knock on the door.
Still slightly out of breath from frantically trying to mop up all the piss on her bedroom floor, Nikki answered the door, and Tia strode in with a great sense of purpose. "Put the kettle on, love, I need a piss, I'll be with you in a minute." For someone who is such a natural submissive, Tia had always been surprisingly good at ordering Nikki about. Nikki certainly enjoyed it, and never encouraged her to stop, knowing that even thought she never let on, Tia secretly enjoyed that level of control over her as well.
Nikki dutifully complied, making her way to the kitchen, filling up the kettle with way more water than was necessary (as she usually did), and flicking it on to boil. She heard Tia come out of the bathroom as the volume of the almost-boiling water increased, but as she half-heartedly perused social media on her phone, she suddenly noticed how long it was taking her to get back to the living room.
Just as this curiosity was about to reach the required level that would prompt her to do something about it, Nikki heard Tia's voice, with a not inconsiderable amount of alarm coming from it.
"NIKKI, GET IN HERE, NOW!"
Panic immediately gripped Nikki's entire being. What had happened? Was Tia okay? Had she injured herself? A thousand scenarios raced through her mind in the short time it took her to jog from the kitchen to the bedroom, but none of them were what greeted her upon arrival.
Tia was standing in the middle of the newly-cleaned room, staring at the bed, the expression on her face an inquisitive blend of disbelief and abject horror. The screen on the bed was on, and contained the text that had whipped Tia into such a frenzy.
"Your reward for completing your first task: The first number is 1."
Nikki knew exactly what was going through Tia's head at this precise moment. She had realised that this is the new D/s relationship Nikki was talking about on the phone before. Nikki wasn't sure if Tia didn't want to believe what she saw, or couldn't believe it, or a mixture of both.
"What the hell is going on here?" was the only complete sentence that Tia was able to muster, given the shock she'd just received at such an unusual sight. This definitely wasn't how Nikki wanted to break the news to her. Why choose now to say this? Did it know that there was someone else in the room? Was it showing off, humiliating her, or was it just coincidental timing?
The next ten to fifteen minutes saw Nikki ignore the bed and explain to Tia exactly what had been going on, how the bed had been controlling her, what the bracelets meant, and the trouble she was currently in. Ironically, they were sat on the bed during this conversation, Tia repeatedly shifting her intense glances between Nikki and the screen, providing varying expressions of disbelief, confusion and fear over what Nikki was, and is, allowing herself to be subjected to.
At the end of the explanation, Nikki was expecting questions, lots of questions. She knew she would certainly have many if Tia had revealed to her that she was in this situation. The question she got, however, wasn't one of the ones she anticipated.
"Let me see the chastity belt." That felt less like a question, and more of a demand, but that was Tia's way, and in the state she was in, this was no time to deviate from her character.
Nikki opened her wardrobe and fished out the chastity belt that she'd hastily thrown in there whilst tidying the room in anticipation for Tia's visit.
"There you go," she declared, handing the belt to Tia "it's nothing special, just a chastity belt."
Tia spent a long time studying the belt. Had it been more normal circumstances, one could have argued that she was spending too long, but it was becoming clear that the sight of a physical object related to this whole madcap situation was something of a welcome relief to Tia, reassuring her that this was actually real, and that Nikki wasn't losing her marbles.
After exclaiming at the size of the internal dildo on more than one occasion, Tia looked at Nikki and asked a question that Nikki had never thought to ask herself when she saw the belt for the first time.
"Where's the lock?" They both checked the belt over once more, but there was no sign of a lock, or even anything that could be used as a lock in any way. The pieces of the belt joined together by sliding into the holes cut into the sides of a round-shaped piece of metal at the front, but there appeared to be no way of locking them in place, or indeed unlocking them again.
At this point, and for no logical reason, Nikki suddenly remembered that she hadn't done anything with the kettle since it had boiled some half an hour ago. So, with a simple "Tea?" and an equally simple nod from Tia, she strode into the kitchen to make them both a cuppa.
Upon returning to the bedroom, Nikki let out an "are you sure you want to do that?" gasp as she was greeted by the sight of Tia, who was now naked from the waist downwards, raising the belt up through her legs, around her waist, and bringing the components together by holding them in place inside the round "lock". It was no secret that Tia had always had a mild interest in chastity - nothing major enough that she actively pursued it in any long-term capacity, but short-term orgasm denial had always been a big kink for her.
"I wasn't expecting it to fit this well, how did the bed know your measurements?" Tia and Nikki had the same body shape, although admittedly Nikki's boobs were a couple of cup sizes bigger. However, before Nikki could answer, the look of panic swiftly returned to both of their faces.
A loudish "click" filled the room, and after a few quick tugs, both girls realised that the belt had locked in place. "NO!" Tia shouted so loud that it made Nikki jump, convincing her that the neighbours would hear. "This can't happen! How do I unlock this fucking thing!"
After a few frantic seconds of joint-tugging in all directions, they both immediately stopped what they were doing and turned in unison towards the bed, as they noticed the screen whirr back into life once again.
"It is time for your second task, Nikki. Here are your instructions."
"But that's not me wearing the belt!" Nikki screamed, with Tia too busy still desperately trying to force the lock open to join in with the pleas.
