Warning! This story includes very heavy BDSM, rough sex, anal fucking and other nasty stuff. As usual there is also a romance but it is secondary to the stroke. Another caveat: I don't write with a dictionary or a thesaurus at my side. I use words which are familiar to me---words I use in daily conversation. I am not writing stories for children. If you are the persistent anonymous poster who wishes I would use smaller words so that you can understand them, just give me a zero and move on without comment.
Diana. So unlike any woman he had ever known. Their relationship was insane and completely improbable. She was his boss for God's sake; more often than not a difficult, demanding, ball-busting boss. Although he was a couple of years older thanks to a military stint, she was several years senior to him in career advancement.
She struck the fear of God into every man in the corporate headquarters---certainly those who worked for her. She could be an impatient perfectionist who seldom if ever took the time or effort to stroke her subordinates. It was all about getting the job done---accomplishing the mission---and if feelings got hurt, so be it.
Dating your own boss was not smart in the modern corporate world; fucking your boss was sheer career ending folly. No man in the organization fucked with Diana; John wasn't fucking with her---he was fucking her virtually every night of the week---albeit on her terms. He was doing her bidding. Her terms were beyond weird; they were decidedly kinky. He would once have considered her sexual requirements perversion but she had pulled him into her dark world and he had become as addicted as she was. She was such an incredibly beautiful woman; under different circumstances...
As dominant a personality as Diana was in the workplace, no one could have imagined that she was a classic submissive sexually. She enjoyed---needed---pain to find satisfaction. More than pain, she needed humiliation, severe bondage and role plays which involved forced, often brutal penetration in every orifice. She craved domination.
She enjoyed activities that he had only read about previously and some that he could never have imagined. His conscience had long since deserted him; he had completely succumbed to her will. No, it was even worse than that; he had become her enthusiastic partner and enabler. He doubted that he would ever again derive sexual satisfaction from "normal" activities with a normal woman.
She was tightly bound with ropes in her favorite position; her posture resembled that of a jockey. Tied cruelly to the used piece of equipment most often found in gymnastic competition, her long, well shaped legs did not reach the floor. Her exquisite rump, spread open lewdly, projected past the end of the implement, further elevated with a small foam wedge. All the trappings were in evidence. Her turgid nipples exhibited multiple clamps designed with one purpose in mind---pain---as did her blood engorged labia. A ball gag was inserted in her full mouth; it was a new one since she had bitten the previous one in half a few nights earlier.
Her perfect globes where uniformly red thanks to rigorous attention at his hands. The leather razor strap had been first; it was her favorite. The leather cat-o-nine-tails followed by the short, stiff crop. He had to be very careful with that one as it could easily break the skin. Then back to the strap, precisely applied to her ass, cunt, back, face and on other occasions her luscious breasts. The large, plug-in vibrator had been skillfully applied to her clit over and over, bringing her to the very edge of release but then sadistically withdrawn at the precise moment.
Her bladder had emptied as was common in this scenario. He had punished her for her carelessness...as she had expected. She knew what was coming now; it was always the climax of this role play. He sensed that it was her favorite part...knew too well that it was unquestionably his.
"Beg for it, slut! Tell your master what you need. Beg for it, my dirty little bitch."
"Fuck me in the ass."
The strap came down hard; her full rump quivered; her cunt twitched and her sleek form writhed in agony. The combination made his cock shiver in anticipation. He'd come to love this part...loved watching her flesh quiver...that perfect ass...bare little cunt.
"Respect, you fucking whore! Show me the respect I am due!"
"Please, master...fuck my ass."
"Like this?" he intoned, forcing his long fingers to their depths in her tight little shitter.
"Yes, master! I want your cock there, master...please...your cock."
Removing his fingers he proceeded to the next phase of her torment. "Maybe this?" he said, forcing the bulbous head of the plug-in vibrator past her anal ring. She writhed again...cried out...screamed as the discomfort---and pleasure---quickly registered in her consciousness.
"Your cock, master. Your cock there, please."
Removing the object he inserted another not quite as large but designed with an even more devious purpose. A low amperage electric shock inside her rectum...it was her new favorite. He hit the on button. Her entire body spasmed uncontrollably. She pissed again; drool flowed from her pretty mouth. A long, guttural scream followed. It was during the last use of this horrific tool that she had bitten the ball gag in half. Twice more he activated the switch. Twice more her body jerked grotesquely...but also, so pleasingly...erotically. Enough. It was time.
"I beg you, master. Your cock...in my ass...fuck my ass with your cock, master...please, master, do it now."
Diana had introduced him to anal sex. He'd never found it appealing before. It was the only way for her---the only way she could derive complete release. He had been tentative at first. He was no longer remotely so. He'd tried to fuck her pussy a couple of times but that wasn't part of her scripts. He had come to the realization that he would never again be satisfied with regular sex. He now needed the sickness as much---or more---than she did. He would fuck her ass now, balls deep on every stroke, slamming into her bowels with a ferocity that should have alarmed him but no longer did. He knew he would last a very long time in her dank furnace...she had trained him so well.
When he came in her asshole, it would be unlike any release he had ever imagined. It just got better every time he did it. While it might have been a completely agreed upon role play between consenting adults, it was a rape...a rape she desired---demanded. A rape that he found exhilarating. Later he would be deeply concerned about what he had become and even more troubled by the fact that a brutal and sadistic anal rape of a beautiful, tightly bound young woman was now the only thing that satisfied him.
The last few times they had acted out this fantasy he had become even more sadistic, if that were possible, slapping and pinching her bound body mercilessly. He had thought she would complain afterwards. Instead she had later complimented him for his increased brutality.
He was angry with her—angry at what she had let him become...angry with himself for what he had allowed himself to enjoy---no, expect, require and need. As he slammed into her tiny opening, he slapped her full rump with abandon, twisting the various clamps to increase her pain. A hand now at her throat...her idea, of course...just the right application of pressure as she bordered on asphyxiation. And then release...glorious, excruciating, earth shaking release.
The script was so detailed. The ball gag ripped from her mouth as his still rock hard organ forced its way past her lips.
"Take it all, mouth whore! Don't stop until your nose touches me! All the way now. Excellent! Now hold it there---don't gag, you filthy slut! Don't puke on me, bitch! Take it all!"
All accompanied by a series of blows to her quivery globes from the razor strap. Fucking her mouth—her throat---now. Holding her head by her soft blond hair...in and out...abusing her mouth...her lips obscenely stretched around his girth...he loved this part. It made him feel younger...back at the time when coming twice without a break was easy. She had brought that back to him...one cum was never enough...so many hours of anticipation.
Yesssss! Take it all, you sick little bitch! You want it and need it! Just as I do.
He would release her from her bonds and remove the clamps. She might or might not kiss him but even if she did it would be perfunctory. Often he received little more than a terse, "good job" or "nice" as if he'd just completed some required project at the office. Maybe there would be a hint of a smile. She would leave the basement and go upstairs to shower and dress. There would be a business hug and a superficial kiss, followed by, "see you tomorrow at the office."
The following day she would revert to her business self, certainly neither harder nor easier to deal with. There was absolutely no relationship between their office working environment and the other one. She certainly didn't cut him any slack nor was she more demanding on him than on his peers. He liked his job in spite of how difficult she could be to please. He knew he made more money than his peers. He was very good at what he did. His superior remuneration was in place before Diana had become his boss.
Maybe she'd be promoted soon...promoted and moved out of his life. Then he could end it once and for all. Then perhaps he could get back to normal again, fearful that he wouldn't ever be normal again...certain that he could not live without the sickness...without her.
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"John? Step into my office for a minute."
