Carley was tired and stressed from her long night at work. It was late, and as she drove home she thought of her soft bed and comfortable blanket--her favourite blanket, the silvery embroidered one that her ex-boyfriend, John, had brought back from his vacation for her last year. She couldn't wait to snuggle up inside that blanket. It always made her feel safe, like everything would be okay. Things hadn't been the same since John and Carley broke up. She missed his wild, messy brown hair, his irresistible charm, and his quick wit. She missed the way he was able to be respectful and considerate in daily life, but so dominating and degrading in the bedroom. She missed the sensual daily tasks he would give her.
Before he left, he had given her homework on submissive positions. She had been practising them every day and logging her progress for him. Even though they weren't together anymore, she still loved to practise those positions when she had free time. It made her feel sexy to be able to assume whatever position her dominant called for.
She often daydreamed about John and got herself off to the memories of their sex life. She'd been with other dominants since John, but nobody could make her feel as turned on as he could. There was something about serving the one she loved that just hit her differently.
She stumbled into the house half asleep, wondering how she'd even made it home safe. She barely even remembered driving. She kicked off her shoes at the doorway and hung up her keys, then took off her coat and hung it up beside the keys. With a yawn, she made her way down the staircase, to her room in the basement. The house was quiet. Her roommates must be away tonight. Usually she could hear their music, games, and laughter echoing down the hallway throughout the night.
She strode into the dark hall without bothering to turn on the light; she would just be turning it off again to go to sleep. She made her way through the dark using only vague moonlit shapes as guides, stopping at the bathroom to get herself ready for bed. She turned the light on and closed the door behind her, half-heartedly brushing her teeth and washing off her makeup. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was nearly past her breasts now. She stared at her figure. She had gained weight since John left her; she'd started comfort eating when he left and just hadn't stopped. Regardless, she still felt okay with her body; she had good curves, and she liked her hips and her thighs. She hoped John would still find her attractive, even if they weren't having sex together anymore. She enjoyed the idea that he might still get himself off fantasising about her, the way she did about him. If they just didn't talk about it, maybe it was okay.
She reached for the door handle, but as she did, she stopped for a second. Did she just hear a shuffling sound in the hallway outside the door? The door to the house wasn't locked when she came home. Could someone have come in? Maybe it was just her cat scampering around. She hesitated with her hand over the door knob, her heart beating faster, but ultimately decided that she was being ridiculous and opened the door. She took a brief look around the darkness, now semi-lit from the glow of the bathroom.
No strange shadows or noises. She turned off the bathroom light and headed towards her bedroom, her eyes still adjusting to the darkness. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck raised--there was someone behind her. They grabbed her arms forcefully and yanked them behind her so fast she didn't even have time to react. They quickly restrained her with duct tape around her forearms. She struggled, thrashed, and yelled out, but her yell was quickly muffled by what felt like a sock being shoved into her mouth. Then tape spun around and around her head, almost covering her entire face, save for some breathing space around her nose.
Panicking, she flailed around wildly, only to be forced face-down to the ground. A heavy body lay on top of her, keeping her still. She hears the familiar voice of John say coldly,
"You cheating whore." She heard a flicking noise and felt the sharp prick of a pocket knife poke her back. A thrill ran through Carley's body. Her heart beat faster. "You'd better be a good little whore and cooperate with me, do you understand?" John said. There was a brief silence, then he shouted, "Do you understand me?" Her muffled cries emanated from the taped mask, and she nodded desperately to assure him that she would cooperate. He let his weight up off her body, rolled her over to face upwards, and straddled her. Carley's heart beat like a hammer.
Despite this incredible fear, she wanted this to happen. She didn't know if it was because she felt like she deserved it for what she did to John, or if she had a deep-seeded sexual association with fear, but whatever it was, it made her feel scared, aroused, and ashamed all at once. John took his knife and painstakingly cut down the front of Carley's top, revealing her bra. John knew this bra well. It was the lacy black push-up bra with pink rose embellishments. She liked to wear this one when she was looking for a little extra attention. John paused as memories of removing this bra hundreds of times before flashed through his mind. Was she wearing it when she fucked that stranger behind his back? Hot anger flooded through John's veins.
He cut through the centre of the bra and exposed her breasts. Carley had small, perky breasts with large pert nipples, the perfect size to fit right inside his hands. Setting down the knife, he used both hands to cup, squeeze, fondle, and slap her breasts. He grasped her nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs, twisting and rotating. Then, he pinched and pulled both nipples hard. Carley let out a wail of pain and squirmed underneath him. The wiggling and moaning was making John hard, so he ripped down her pants.
She was wearing black panties that matched her bra. He cut them off to reveal her smooth, well-shaved pussy.
"Tonight, this body is mine to use however I want." Carley could feel John's anger, aggression, and lust. It excited her. She stared out at the blackness, listening to John's verbal assaults and feeling her body being violated. Fear and arousal washed over her as she felt her pussy starting to get wet. She was embarrassed and ashamed. For a moment, things were still. She heard the harsh jingling of chains and felt an intense pain in her right nipple, then her left. She made a soft gasping noise with each one. John had put incredibly strong clover clamps on her.
She had tried nipple clamps before, but these were much more painful than she was used to. When they were playing like they used to, she would shout "Yellow!" and they would pause to talk about it--but this was not play. She had no safe word. She was absolutely, utterly helpless. She started to cry. Something inside her had broken.
John smirked. "That's it. You get it now, don't you? You finally see what's coming to you." He kissed her forehead gently, then hoisted her up and dragged her over to the bed, where he bent her over the side. Carley flopped down onto the bed, feeling her favorite blanket warm against her body. It calmed her down just a little. Her chest hit the bed and her clamped nipples pressed painfully into it.
He spread Carley's legs wide apart. She looks so good ass-up, he thought. He gave Carley's ass a few hard smacks with the palm of his hand. A redness started to form on her ass cheeks in the shape of his hand. Delighted, he took out his phone and took a few photos of her in this position. Not only did he want to use these photos to masturbate to later, but he also needed something to keep her from running off and calling the cops on him. He would threaten to send photos to everyone she knew. Her family, her friends, her work colleagues, everyone. She would never risk the photos getting out, John knew.
He began looking under the bed for Carley's sex toy stash, and quickly found a blue bag with all kinds of belts and restraints, floggers, paddles, and even an electric shocking device. He grinned. "Good thing you're such a horny slut that you bought almost the whole sex shop. I have a lot to work with to make sure that..." He paused, pulling out the electric shocker, and it
snapped wildly in the air. "You..." He pressed the shocker against Carley's ass cheek. "Know..." It snapped, and shockwaves ran up and down her legs. It was painful, but exciting. "Your..." He moved the shocker down between her legs and placed it just above her clit. "Place." He shocked her again, and the intensity of the shock so close to her clit made her involuntarily gasp.
"Oh, interesting," John said. He placed a hand between her pussy lips and immediately felt how wet she had gotten from the shocking. His fingers were soaking--he had never felt her get this wet before. "You filthy little thing. I can feel how much you're enjoying this." He pushed his fingers deeper inside her and she shook with excitement and pleasure. "Well, this is supposed to be a punishment. We can't have you enjoying yourself too much." He removed his fingers from her and licked the juices off them. "Tonight is about what I want. And what I want... is to see you suffer."
John placed the shocker back in the blue bag and pulled out a particularly intimidating paddle. Carley had been too afraid to use this one in the past. It was large and black, with generously-sized metal studs scattered across it for extra sting. This paddle would hurt. It would be the perfect tool to get revenge on a filthy, whoreish ex-girlfriend.
John lifted the paddle into the air and swung it down hard on Carley's ass. Her ass cheeks rippled as she let out the most seductive and sexually confused whimper. John immediately got rock hard. He unzipped his pants and let out his cock, giving it a few strokes with his hand as he watched a few little welts rise up from where the spikes had dug deep into Carley's ass. He lifted up the paddle
again and swung it hard against her ass. She let out another moaning cry, and John's cock grew harder in response. He stroked it a few more times and pre-cum cascaded down his shaft.
"I like the noises you make, slut. I'm going to untape just your mouth so you can make more noise just for me." He put down the paddle and untaped her mouth, leaving her eyes still covered. "I want to hear you moan for me, whore." He picked up the paddle, then raised his hand high and gave a hard, fast swing. The paddle smacked into Carley's ass with a heavy whap. Carley moaned again and cried out,
"Please, John, I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please stop!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. John loved to hear her moan and beg. He couldn't hold back how badly he needed to fuck her. He dropped the paddle, grabbed her ass with both hands, opened her up nice and wide, and entered her. Her pussy was so juicy wet and so tight. He thrusted into her again and again, smacking her already bruised and red ass. Carley felt the pain and pleasure mingle together, dancing inside her. "John," She moaned loudly. John pulled on her hair, pulling her head back towards him, and leaned in to say,
"You'd better not cum, cunt. You're here for my enjoyment. You don't get to cum. You understand?" Carley knew she needed to respond fast to his demands or there would be consequences.
"Yes, sir! I won't cum, sir!" But each time John pushed his cock deep inside her, she felt closer to orgasming. She had to try not to! She couldn't risk being tortured any more, but his cock was hitting her at just the right angle and pushing just the right spot inside of her, making her shake. She had to pace her breathing to try to focus on not cumming. "Oh, no. Sir, I can't... I'm... I'm going to." she cried out. John felt Carley tense up as she got closer to cumming. He could feel her pussy tighten, gripping around his cock. He was so close. He stopped thrusting, pausing just on the edge of orgasm, breathing through it and stopping himself just in time.
