It was already night, the weather was perfect for spring. Not too hot, not too cold.
Natalie wore black knee-high boots, a black metal band t-shirt, and a black jacket, as usual. Her hair was blonde and her eyes blue, her makeup was always black, not shy at all and that contrasted with her pale skin. She was slim, 5,5 feet tall, with medium breasts and a small butt, well shaped and toned, this, for some reason helped with her goth/dark look. Nature had blessed her because she drove most guys crazy.
The door of the mostly normal apartment opened, and for the first time, she saw him. He was just like the pictures (thank Satan). Paul, about 29 years old, was a bit more than 6 feet (she never asked exactly how tall), slim but not skinny. Unlike her, he dressed like a "basic dude" (that's why she had accepted his bet).
They had met each other on Facebook and as they were both attractive, it didn't take long for them to talk, after a few days of cheap chat, the topic of sex was brought up and Paul didn't hesitate to show off his taste for BDSM and his "many" sexual encounters. Nat was tired of hearing how this little basic dude filled his mouth about threesomes, having had sex slaves and having been a slave himself, when she, at 25, had only had regular sex despite the "gothic" and "dark" personality she so proudly showed off at every chance.
Nothing was new for her. She had seen gore videos of decapitations, torture, and dark stories about nightmares that would drive people into madness. She was passionate about the most disturbing and creepy films that only independent cinema could create. It was unthinkable to have one single dimension as accessible as sex be the place where she loses and to a basic white bitch dude named "Paul" of all people.
"Well Paul, show me," She said with anticipation and a ton of confidence. Not even trying some small talk with the guy she was meeting in person for the first time.
"Hey, calm down," He said as he handed her a glass with a drink, rum, to be precise, "Do you remember the terms?"
"Of course, if you have the toys and some evidence that you do the things you claim, you can use them all with me," The incredible tone of boredom and disbelief was noticeable on her face as she held the glass. This had to be the worst attempt at sleeping with her that she had seen. And there was plenty.
She was more than sure he had never had anything but vanilla sex, based on his style. He wore a light blue shirt, brown linen pants, and white shoes; throw in a polo hammer, and he was the perfect good boy. Did he think he was going to fuck her with this "I'm hardcore, please believe me" facade?
"What if I lose?" Paul asked, remembering that she had agreed to tell him in person.
Nat got her bag and placed the items on the closest table: a cucumber, a camera, a bottle of lube, and a maid's suit. "When you lose, dear," she said condescendingly, "you will dress as a maid and be my servant for 24 hours. You will cook, give me massages, prepare salt baths, and everything I can think of."
"So nothing sexual?" Asked Paul, arms crossed and leaning against a wall, he didn't seem surprised.
"Sure, if at any point you disobey me or misbehave, I'll shove that cucumber up your ass, and I'll only take it out when you fix your behavior; of course, I'll record you and take pictures to make sure I own your dignity forever," She didn't think that things would get to that point. At any moment now, he will confess and try to reveal how this was a master plan to get her to his place and then try to seduce her in a boring and predictable way.
Nat had been asking on forums, looking for ideas on the punishment for this dude when he loses. This was also the perfect opportunity to get inspired by the cruel things she usually watched online and then have some experience with sexual depravity without actually giving him anything. This way, if she ever met a guy or girl with experience, she could have some "portfolio".
Paul accepted the bet with a subtle smile and a handshake. He signaled for her to follow him. Nat was confused, she thought he would break, as soon as he saw the uniform, cucumber, and lube. Now she was worried, but at the same time a little excited. She hadn't considered the consequences of losing until now.
When she entered the room, the first thing she saw was the bed, on it, he had previously arranged all the sex toys he claimed to have, including but not limited to: rope, vibrators, whips, handcuffs, the typical red ball that goes in the mouth, and more. Next to the bed was a large wooden X. This room had different decorations from ceiling to carpet and even the lighting was dimmer to give it a "dungeon" feel.
Nat was frozen, she felt dizzy, the idea came to her suddenly and for the first time in the night, she imagined what this guy could do to her. To be forced by some stranger to give him pleasure was a nightmare. Deep down, she felt the worst thing was the defeat, she hated losing, she was highly proud, and she wasn't going to stand being a... sex Slave. No, not like this.
"Think, Nat, think," She told herself in a whisper. All of his gear was clean and well-organized. This was all new! The guy had probably ordered it online to try and fool her.
"You just got this for tonight, didn't you?" She was giving away her nervousness. "The bet stated that you must also prove that you do the things you told me about, bitch" she said with a little desperation in her tone.
"I know, Dear Natalie, that's why I got this," He then handed her an iPad. She held it and pressed play on the black screen. She couldn't feel her hands, and he head was spinning as she already knew what would come next. She saw the video hoping that would be a trick. It was a 2-minute video, edited from a longer one, but it showed enough.
Nat could see Paul in that same room with other 2 people. One of them seemed to be a guy strapped to the X, Naked with his wrists and ankles tied. He wore a leather mask covering his face, squirming and shaking. Paul was also naked but his face was clear, his hair was different, shorter, proving that this was from at least two months ago.
He was face-fucking some girl, her face was never seen but the girl was on her knees, she had short brown hair and seemed to have a lean body. The girl's hands were tied to her back and he had a leash attached to a collar on the neck. Then it cuts off to different scenes: Paul fucking the girl in different positions, the woman wearing a strapon, and fucking the man. And then the woman on her fours being ass fucked while at the same time licking the man's ass as the man was again tied up in the X but facing the wall.
She liked to think nothing was too hardcore for her when she explored it safely at home, but this was too real. She had to escape.
"You're kidding, aren't you? You will not use any of that on me," she turned to the door and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible, but Paul lunged at her. He had a pair of handcuffs that he used to hold her hands. First, they both fell to the ground and after some struggle, he trapped her hands. As she screamed to be released, he covered her mouth with one hand.
"You lost a bet and you have to pay, I think it's less humiliating if you are just a good loser," That only made Nat struggle harder. She was very proud and wouldn't let anyone punish her, she wouldn't stand the shame of having to pay that bet. But at the same time, she started to feel a little horny, after all, she did like strong situations and this was the first real one she ever had. Suddenly a "bzzzzz" sound interrupted her train of thought. She looked back with her eyes wide open.
"No," Nat pleaded quietly, but it was late. Paul had turned on a vibrator and as soon as he placed it on her crutch, she knew he would go for it. With her hands cuffed there was little she could do. Paul used his weight to prevent her from moving and she felt the pressure more and more every second, neither her underwear nor her leggings protected her from the vibrations.
He let her mouth free so naturally, Nat insulted him, "Let me go, you son of a crack whore, I'm not going to let you do this to me... AH, HM!" When she let out those moans she heard him giggle, She hated him. Her attempt to intimidate was interrupted by a red ball gag that covered her mouth. Eventually, her ankles were tied with black leather cuffs. The vibrator and the situation were turning her on.
Paul spanked her ass to demonstrate his dominance over her. Her clothes did protect her a little bit this time, but the act was enough humiliation.
"Now, I'm going to change, and by the time I come back I hope you'll have a better attitude." Nat couldn't answer, but she did everything to make her eyes show the hatred and frustration she felt.
She refused to feel subdued. Paul lowered her leggings to her knees and partially removed her underwear, taking the opportunity to grope her. She tried to shake him, but she was getting tired. After he had enjoyed her enough, he introduced a small vibrator not too deep inside her pussy. She used all of her will to prevent herself from moaning like a little slut. She knew that, if this continued, she would need all of her will not to brake.
He dressed her again and closed the door behind her, Nat let out a gasp as she felt the vibrations, a moment later. "A remote-controlled vibrator, the son of a fuck is going to torture me without even seeing me," she thought as her pussy was getting wet.
She found a mirror where she could see herself, tied up on the floor like a prisoner, helpless, and for some reason, she was getting horny. "No, it's not the punishment, it should just be the vibrator," she repeated to herself in denial. Her mind and body betrayed her every second as a flood of thoughts was interrupted by bursts of pleasure.
She controlled herself to feel as little as possible but it was too much. The first minute went pretty well, the second was a statement to the manufacturer, but she was holding. It was during the third, that the pleasure was there, she could deny it no longer.
She imagined everything she thought she liked; when she got aroused by seeing blood in the metal music videos she loved; when she warmed herself by imagining ritual sacrifices that involved taking the virginity of an innocent woman or man. "Who are you kidding, Nat, you are a submissive slut and you desired someone to put you in your fucking place for years, that's why you masturbate while having rape fantasies, you want this, slut." she thought as she remembered how She just barely enjoyed sex. She fucked mostly guys, and very little girls, not that they did anything different. This situation, however, drove her crazy. Her pride hated how much this turned her on.
It was the fifth minute (maybe) when he started to break, she felt pleasure all over her body. The vibrator felt so good, her breasts against the floor, her underwear getting tighter and tighter, feeling how wet she was. Two more minutes and she could not control her moans, if it were not for the red ball that covered her mouth, her moans would be loud and clear by now.
