It had all begun with a trip to her parents’ anniversary celebration, which she normally avoided. Her cousin had left without her date that night. He'd been so self-assured, and she'd been drawn to his confidence, which she lacked herself. They seemed to compliment each other perfectly, each filling in for the other's deficiencies. Around him, she didn't have to be such a control freak, because her imperfections were ignored in favor of her better aspects.
Six months later....
Jennifer was wishing she'd never met Kevin in the first place. Most girls broke up with their boyfriends due to forgotten birthdays and anniversaries, or having affairs. Half of her friends had given up on men completely (until the next time they went out to the bars or just plain needed to get fucked). No, she had to be the exception. She had to be the one with the boyfriend who had counted her mistakes and embarrassments from the beginning, and later punished her for them. She had to be the one who threatened to leave when he hit her the first time, and then ended up in the hospital when he beat her to prevent her from being able to walk out the door. The one who wanted to lose control.
Kevin had been so normal until about three months ago, when Jennifer accidentally pushed the "off" button on the phone while talking to him. She gave up trying to call him back after five minutes when he didn't answer his home or cell phones. He'd forgotten his cell in his rush to head over to her apartment, barging through the door to scream abuse at her. At first she'd shouted back, saying that it was an accident, that she hadn't meant to hang up on him. But when he slapped her, she was shocked into silence for long enough that she took him a little bit more seriously when he threatened to kill her if she tried to leave him. She obviously hadn't taken him seriously enough, because she'd been in a coma for two days after she tried to walk out the door - driven out of her own apartment! How could she have been so stupid? And then he'd managed to get the doctors to believe that she had been robbed, and the burglar had beaten her. He had found her lying on the floor. After the first doctor berated her for trying to tell him the truth, saying that she was ungrateful for Kevin saving her life, she'd given up doing anything but agreeing. And he hadn't been happy that she'd tried to talk.
It had kept going from there. He'd moved in after a male coworker, strapped for time, suggested a lunch meeting and Kevin had seen the two of them from a distance. Claiming his trust in her was broken, he'd sworn that he needed to know she wasn't cheating on him every night that she wasn't with him. She’d indulged him when she shouldn't have.
Then came the night when Jennifer had woken up sleepily to find she'd been tied to the bed, spread eagled. She found out later that he'd drugged her, unnecessarily enhancing her exhaustion from a horrid day at work. She hadn't thought to be suspicious then when he'd uncharacteristically made her some tea. When he took her, brutally, that night, she had still been too woozy to protest. It was the next morning, when she saw blood on
her thighs, that she realized he hadn't bothered to see that she was wet. And at the time, she'd thought that perhaps it was her own fault, that the birth control she was on took away some of the juices that she normally would have had without it. She'd never thought that it was just one of his kinks, because she didn't know he'd had any before now. Hell, if it weren't for the marks on her wrists and ankles, she might have thought she'd imagined it entirely.
Until it happened again, and again. He'd waited a week or so between each, giving her time to heal. The rest of the time he was such a courteous lover....and she'd never been in a particularly serious relationship before. It all had seemed so normal. Oh, when he'd stopped bothering to use the drug before strapping her into the restraints, she'd protested and fought. But she hadn't wanted to seriously hurt him at the time, and because of that she'd been overpowered fairly easily. As time went on, he'd gradually become more creative. Shibari, the art of Japanese rope bondage, had always been a fascination of his, one that she'd thought was only due to the aesthetic nature of the models. With the rope criss-crossed over her breasts, surrounding them, it then wound back and forth down to her waist. She was immobilized entirely by the nylon lines holding her legs apart at the top of her thighs, mid-way down, and at her knees and ankles. And because Kevin usually caught her off guard by waking her when she was sleeping, snapping handcuffs to her wrists around one of the poles on the headboard, her protests were ignored. She'd tried screaming once, and had ended up with a black eye and a broken nose. Since then, her words had been muffled when a ring gag was shoved into her mouth after her wrists were pinned down. The dildo that snapped into place inside the ring was later replaced by his own cock.
Eventually, Jennifer had begun enjoying it to an extent. Kevin usually began licking her cunt and nibbling at her thighs after she was frozen into position, all the while fingering her, hitting her G-spot. The fact that she was unable to move frustrated her, since she couldn't even thrust her hips up to meet him when he was done playing and decided to finally fuck her. That only happened once she was begging and moaning behind the gag for him to enter her, to finish what he had started with his teasing.
Then he brought in the pain. She didn't want to be whipped or beaten. That was part of why she'd stayed in the relationship as long as she had - why risk another coma when eventually she was sure he'd get bored with her? Her own family didn't believe the truth of what had happened, saying she'd been confused by the concussion, that her memories were inaccurate. And she'd been willing to do near anything to avoid being whipped - why couldn't he have at least brought in something more gentle than a bullwhip tonight, for God's sake? She willingly would admit to herself that she was a control freak, that she secretly did want to lose control. After a while, the doubts she'd always had about herself came to the forefront when Kevin brought up all her mistakes, all her failures. It had almost seemed appropriate when he'd said that he needed to punish her for them. Yes, she had needed to learn where she had gone wrong with her decisions. It was simply negative reinforcement. And so she'd soon worn her marks - and a few scars - as proof that she was stronger and better than she had been before. But the bullwhip she feared. All the other times there had been smaller implements of pain - the paddle, the cat-o'-nine, his hand slapping her, marking her ass.
She frantically thought about what she could have done to infuriate him this badly. She'd never seen him in such a rage before. His company had been in jeopardy for some time now. Was it possible that he'd lost his job today? Or maybe that she'd run into an old friend and had spent an hour or so having coffee, so she was late getting home. She hadn't had a great day at work, but she hadn't taken it out on him, she hadn't had the chance! Maybe....oh, God, no! She glanced over at the table and saw what she'd hoped to never have seen again. She'd forgotten that she still had those pictures from the time her ex and she had decided to set the camera to take pictures every thirty seconds while they got some "exercise" together. Jennifer had thought he'd taken them with him when he had moved out. Why the hell had he left them? And why hadn't she found them before?
"We're going to be playing a little game tonight, Jennifer," he whispered in her ear. "It's called 'I get to hurt you' - and believe me, you deserve it for doing this to me." At the moment, she was handcuffed with her back to the ceiling support pole in the basement flat she had, and that was all. She'd tested the bonds earlier, but now she desperately tried to free herself to no avail. The cuffs were tighter than they'd ever been tonight, cutting deeply into her flesh even when she wasn't moving. Kevin didn't bother with the fuzzy kind, calling them weak and pointless. The steel links were usually locked into place so they couldn't get any tighter, but now he leaned over and tightened them one more notch before he inserted the key to lock them. "This is just for now, Jenny dear. We've got loads more to come. You'll be in some interesting positions tonight, and you won't get to enjoy them much." He laughed, and she shivered. This was going way too far. She hadn't agreed to any of this to begin with! She suddenly realized something that horrified her. She hadn't agreed....which meant she didn't have a safeword. And it didn't seem likely that he would honor that safeword at all even if she did.
