I went with my girlfriend Sara to visit her parents for the first time. Walking up the drive I asked, "Do they know about us? What we do?"
She laughed. "Not yet."
They knew we were lovers, at least, giving us a bedroom to share. We dropped off our luggage and came back down. I watched a football game with her dad Roger, who I thought was a pretty cool guy. Things were going well with meeting her parents.
Sara's mom Chloe was making a special dinner in the kitchen, and Sara was helping her. They were having a good time, laughing and giggling.
Watching the game, Roger and I drank a few beers, and got a bit loud. At one point Chloe yelled out from the kitchen, "You boys better quiet down, or there'll be trouble!"
Roger looked at me with a terrified face, making hushing motions with his hands. I laughed at the dramatic sketch he was performing, while he stayed in character, acting like he was serious. He was much quieter afterward, and I followed his lead.
After the game the girls came out. Chloe said, "Ok, guys, go get ready for dinner." I thought maybe we should get dressed better, but I hadn't brought nice clothes. Sara took my hand and led me up the stairs to our bedroom.
She walked through the door first and slammed it behind me. "You've been very bad!" She pushed me into the door with her body and pulled my head back with her hand in my hair. She put her face into my exposed neck and bit me hard, then started sucking.
I was afraid she'd leave a mark her parents could see, and tried to pull away. "Wait, wait, what did I do??!"
She pulled back. "All that noise you were making? Laughing at my mother?" She looked me up and down. "Strip. Take it all off.'
It's an order I've been given before, and always followed. Once I was naked she inspected me, with a little smile. She lifted my penis, which was already getting hard, and gave it a little squeeze. Then she spun me around and pushed my face into the door. She cupped my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed them, spreading them a bit.
"I love how you follow my orders. Stay there while I get things ready.' She moved past me.
"What things?" Here at her parents house? Her things were usually sexual. Strap-on dildos. Whips and floggers. Restraints.
"Be quiet. You'll find out soon enough." With my face against the door, I listened to the noises she was making. I couldn't really tell what she was doing, until I heard buckling noises that meant she was putting on her dildo harness.
"We can't do this here, Sara. Not now."
"We're doing everything here, baby. Stay still until I come for you."
My legs sort of buckled and I had to catch myself. "Not here, Sara. Please."
"I already told you to be quiet. You're getting yourself into more trouble."
I stopped talking. Eventually she walked up behind me and hugged me from behind. I could feel her leather harness around her hips and also something rubbery attached, though I couldn't tell much else.
She grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side. She whispered into my ear, "You're a good boy."
Being called a "good boy" has a strange effect on me. It makes me proud and submissive at the same time. I kind of melted inside.
She reached over my head and put the blindfold on. Something she usually did when she wanted to surprise me. Then she turned me around and led me further into the bedroom until we were at the bed.
"I'm going to bend you over now. Put your hands out." I put my hands out and felt a pile of pillows on the foot of the bed. "Further out. Bend over the pillows."
I did as she commanded. I was naked, ass up, head down on the bed. The pillows were the right height so that my legs were straight, barely touching the floor. A position I've been in before, but it was weird to be doing it at her parent's house. What if they walked in?
"Sara, what are we doing?"
"We're doing whatever I want to do. Like usual."
She rubbed something that felt like a stick on my asscheeks. "This is going to hurt a lot. I wonder if I should tie you?" I heard the cuffs jingle. "Put your hands back."
I did. She put leather cuffs on my wrists and clicked them together. Then she sort of schooched up on my back, her jeans rough against my naked flesh, and put a collar around my neck, buckling it from behind. Finally she connected a cord from my wrists to the collar, raising my hands to the small of my back.
"Baby, not here. Your parents will hear us."
She grabbed the cord, pulling my neck back and my hands up. With her mouth next to my ear she said, quietly, "What's the rule?"
Before making the drive up here she'd told me that her parents were difficult, and that I'd have to follow all of her instructions once we got here.
"Whatever you want, whenever you want." I whispered it. But then I rebelled. "I didn't think you were talking about this!" I was trying to shout without making any noise her parents could hear.
"Yeah, well that's not my fault, is it?" She said in a normal tone of voice that sounded too loud for me. "Open your mouth."
I did and she shoved a fabric thing deep into my mouth. Later, when it came out, I realized it was a washcloth.
She crawled off my back and moved to the side of the bed. Placing her hand on my lower back, below my wrists, she said quietly, "This is going to hurt, baby."
She's hurt me before, but never warned me beforehand. I sort of trembled a bit. I wasn't ready for this.
With her hand holding my wrists to my back she began striking me with the stick she'd rubbed me with before. She's spanked me with her bare hand, a belt, and some floggers before, but nothing that hurt so much as this. Each stroke was excruciating.
I tried to yell, to beg her to stop, except that my mouth was gagged. I tried to squirm away from her strokes, except I was on my toes, my hands tied behind my back, while she held me down. I could actually feel the welts rising on my abused cheeks. I eventually went limp, crying, waiting for it to end.
Once I went limp, she slowed down, rubbing my cheeks between strikes. The rubbing hurt almost as much as the impacts, but she soon stopped.
She got up from the bed and lay over my back, rubbing her hands up my sides. "Good boy. You're a good boy."
Where she touched my ass it really hurt. She leaned back and spread my cheeks with her hands, and it hurt more.
I was in an abnormal state. It's hard to explain, but it was like I was really drunk. I didn't think I could even move.
She stood behind me and I heard her squirting something from a bottle. It's like a farting noise. Then I heard it again, and something cold dripped down my ass crack. She rubbed it around a bit and put two fingers into me, going in and out. Then she removed her fingers and put her hands on my cheeks, spreading them and exposing my anus.
"This is a big one, baby. You really need to relax or it's going to damage you." She began pushing something into me, which was just too big. I tried to complain but with the gag I couldn't really speak. I tried to squirm away, but she held me in place.
There was a white hot pain and then it popped in. I moaned through the gag. She waited a bit, I suppose enjoying the view, then began pushing it in further. It was thicker and longer than anything she'd ever used before, and I was panicking from the violation. Except, squirm as I might, I couldn't escape it.
Once she was fully in me she hugged me around my bound arms. "You're so brave baby. I'm proud of you." My ass was throbbing.
She sat up and held my wrists with one hand, using the other to spread my cheeks. She started moving in and out, picking up her pace as time went on.
Her dildo was too thick, too long, and she was too rough. Every time she bumped against my whipped ass I could feel the welts. I could barely stand it. Often when she fucks me, I actually come. This time it was like torture. I have a safe word, and a safe gesture I can use if I'm gagged, but I didn't use them. It was as close as I've come though.
She fucked me hard until she came, panting and lying on my back. I was in a different headspace. She'd never been so mean to me before. I wasn't even sure I knew who she was. Or who I was, either.
After a few minutes she caught her breath. She sort of squirmed against me, moving in and out a bit, which after the rest, didn't feel so bad. "I could keep doing this for hours if we didn't have to eat dinner." She was breathing into my ear.
She ruffled my hair and then stood up, pulling out of me abruptly. I could feel my anus gaping, but I didn't really have the muscular control to close it.
Standing behind me she said, "You keep looking like that and we're going to have to skip dinner." She caressed my bottom gently, feeling my welts, then gave me a slap. "Stay there. We're almost done."
Tied that way, on my toes, I didn't have much choice. I suppose I could have rolled off the pillows and sort of twisted my way up, but my muscles were weak from struggling. Plus, it would get me punished.
