Author's note:
Though this is certainly not my first attempt at writing a BDSM story, it is my first time publishing one. I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Advice, criticism or just a comment are definitely appreciated. They form a great motivation for any writer, so also for me.
I would also like to point out that this is a BDSM story, not a story about a healthy D/s relationship. I thought it might be good to specifically point that out so I don't give the wrong impression of the lifestyle itself, which is supposed to be all about consent (or consensual non-consent).
Thank you!
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Fear would have made me speechless, were it not that I had already lost the ability to speak. My eyes desperately tried to pierce through the intense darkness; the gag that had been placed in my mouth making it impossible to call for help. I was tied to a wooden chair which was pressing against my back in a way that was far from comfortable.
The rope that bound me was digging into the tender skin of my wrists, making it not at all tempting to struggle and increase my discomfort that way. To my surprise my unknown captor had at least allowed me the relative safety of my clothes, the same ones that I had been wearing before I opened my eyes and found myself here.
That brought me to my next question. Where was I? Perhaps more important than that, why was I here? As far as I was concerned, I had no real anomies. Granted, I didn't have many people that qualified as friends either, but that wasn't an explanation for the situation that I now found myself in.
I studied psychology at a nearby college, usually avoiding everyone around me as much as possible. I supposed this made me stand out a little, considering that psychology is all about interacting with others, but certainly not enough to make me the victim of a psycho. I wasn't neurotic or paranoid, just shy and much more comfortable when I wasn't the centre of attention.
This resulted in the life I now lived, studying diligently during the day and writing erotic fiction during the evenings. Yes, I suppose writing down thrilling fantasies that I knew I would never experience when my peers were dancing the night away was somewhat sad, but it was what I had learned to enjoy most.
I heard footsteps. Faint at first, but soon they came closer until I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. Bright light blinded me, the several moments it took for my eyes to adjust leaving me trembling and frightened.
"Nina." His voice was deep, sensual with a hint of a British accent that someone with less keen ears would probably not have noticed. "Do you know who I am?"
I frowned, his tall muscular figure finally coming into focus as my eyes stopped watering. I guessed him to be a little over 6 feet, slim with lean muscles that were Hard to miss through his tight black t-shirt. He was wearing dark jeans and his feet were bare. Wavy brown hair, high cheekbones and chocolate brown eyes that made him the dream of every girl in college gave him plenty of reason to be confident about his looks. Oh yes, I definitely knew this guy. His name was Luke and he was the most popular guy in college. He was also an arrogant jerk and I couldn't stand him.
For a while I had liked him, I had even been attracted to him and he had been the face behind several of the men in my stories. But his arrogant behaviour and his sick need to play mind games with everyone around him had made him much less appealing.
Luke smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets and trying to look casual and relaxed. But he couldn't fool me that easily. My psychology classes had taught me many things, one of them being to always watch the eyes. It was that slight hint of insecurity that betrayed him. But right now that information wouldn't help me at all. I was still wondering why he brought me here.
As if he had read my mind, he ran his fingers through his hair and smiled at me. "You're probably wondering why you're here." He said, making it sound more like a statement than a question.
I nodded my head, still unable to speak because of the gag.
"Oh." He mumbled, as if just realizing that he was the cause of my inability to reply. Quickly he took a step towards me, removing the gag from my mouth before resuming his earlier casual stance.
"What the fuck are you doing, creep?" My voice sounded like I hadn't spoken in days. I supposed it was because I was so thirsty; my lips dry from lack of fluids and the gag.
"Oh come on sweetheart, don't be so rude." He caressed my cheek, brushing his fingertips down my neck and pausing at my collarbone. "I think we need to have a talk."
Hell yes we needed to have a talk. In fact, I would prefer to be the one talking, preferably to insult him in various creative ways. But something told me that it would probably not get me out of here any sooner if I pushed my luck this early. So I nodded, waiting for him to tell me what in the world was going on.
Luke didn't say anything at first. He took something out of his pocket and held it in front of my face, his satisfaction painfully obvious as I stared at the object in question. . It was a flash drive. It was my flash drive, to be exact. That by itself wasn't very shocking or a reason to panic. It was the digital proof of my late night activities that caused all colour to drain from my face. I was so fucked.
"You obviously know exactly what this means." He smirked, putting the flash drive back into his pocket. "Will this make it easier to be patient and be a good girl?"
I could only nod, my heart pounding furiously as I tried to think of a solution. But I had no brilliant idea. All I knew was that no one could ever know this about me. I wanted to remain the invisible shy psychology student, and Luke had the key to either ruin my quiet life or leave it the way it was in the pocket of his jeans. I had to convince him to either destroy the flash drive or give it back to me. But how could I do that?
"You only have to be a sweetheart and do what I want. After I am done with you I will get rid of this and everything will go back to the way it was before." He smiled, his hand warm through the soft fabric of my top as he placed it on one of my breasts. "I am sure it is needless to say that you will not tell anyone about this. Wouldn't it be horrible if I had made a copy of the content of this flash drive and your erotic stories would show up somewhere?"
He didn't have to say anything else. I knew exactly what was on that flash drive. I knew that I would do literally everything to keep this from being shown to the public.
"Alright, I am glad we understand each other." He untied my wrists and ankles, walking back to the door and locking it once again. "From your stories I know that you are not as innocent as you pretend to be." My cheeks turned a rosy pink with embarrassment and I lowered my eyes. He knew everything about me. He knew what I thought about when I touched myself and he knew what turned me on. HE could play my body like an expert and I knew that he would take advantage of every piece of information that I had so carelessly given him access to.
"Stand and strip." He commanded, taking a seat on one of the black suede sofa's that were positioned in the corner of the room.
The room looked like a basement, much like one that I had described in one of my earlier stories and that he had probably read along with the rest. I hesitated, slowly slipping one of the spaghetti-straps of my top down my shoulder and doing the same to the other strap. Then I pulled the top over my head, my long honey-blonde hair cascading down my now bare back as I let the piece of clothing fall to the floor. My kitten heels and tight jeans soon followed, leaving me frightened and vulnerable in my black satin lingerie. The idea of showing him my naked body scared me, causing my heart to beat fast as I contemplated what to do.
"Nice show. Come on, or do I have to turn on my computer?" he asked, pointing at the laptop that occupied the other sofa.
I shook my head, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra while avoiding his intense gaze. His eyes seemed to burn on my skin as my bra fell to the floor, exposing my small yet firm breasts. Finally I took a deep breath and quickly stepped out of my panties, as if it would be less embarrassing if the moment didn't last very long. But removing my panties had been so easy compared to the way I felt now, standing in front of him and feeling him look me up and down.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint." He stood, shoving my clothes aside with his foot. "You won't be needing these for a while."
Luke grinned at me, his dark hair slightly tousled and his chocolate brown eyes pools of raw desire that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it in the general direction of my own clothes that were scattered across the concrete floor.
Despite my fear and humiliation, I couldn't ignore the effect Luke had on me. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him as he locked eyes with me.
"Do you know why it is very convenient that you are a dirty little masochist?"
I shook my head, not even bothering to protest. He had read my stories. He knew that pain got my pussy dripping wet and he would use that to his advantage.
"It is very convenient because I will enjoy hurting you very much."
He smiled at me, winking before pointing at the chair that I had been tied to. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but from his obvious excitement I was pretty sure that it was bad.
"Bent over the back of the chair and do not move under any circumstance." I did as I was told; gripping the chair tightly as if it would make this less bad. I heard him move behind me, taking items out of a plastic bag that I had noticed when I looked around the room earlier. The chair was just low enough that I could bend over the chair and still be somewhat comfortable, though I doubted that would last very long.
I was right. A sharp sting as he hit my ass with something that I thought felt like leather. It wasn't a belt; it wasn't painful enough for a belt. A riding crop? I didn't know. Suddenly I wished I had more experience so I at least knew what he was doing. He continued to spank my ass, never hitting the same spot until my behind felt warm and my usually creamy-white skin had probably turned a rosy pink. Though it hurt, I couldn't ignore my tingling clit and my nipples that had become hard with arousal.
