Nearing the stroke of midnight, I slipped out the back door of the party seemingly unnoticed. I knew that if I was not home by 12:30 my husband was going to kill me. I did not see the man standing there nor did I hear his footsteps behind me. I was walking rather rapidly though. It must have been my own heartbeat drumming in my chest that prevented me from hearing or seeing anything else that was going on around me.
Just as I was about to run down the narrow street towards home, a pair of strong thick arms encased my rib cage. We escaped into the darkness together. I awoke to the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of cigar smoke. As I opened my eyes I realized there was something binding them from sight. I tried moving my arms and my legs to no avail. I was restrained with cuffs spread eagle to the posts of the bed. All I could do was mumble slightly over the gag that was in my mouth.
“I see you have awoken my beauty. I have prepared a most delicious treat for you my dear.” The voice sounded strangely familiar yet too deep and raspy to be anyone that came to mind at the moment. I tried once again to struggle free from the bind that I was in, but unfortunately I could not move. The steel handcuffs were tight and it only hurt worse when I struggled. My captor reached up and carefully removed the bind from my eyes. Still, I could not see a thing. He came to me and straddled my hips.
I could not see his face for the mask that was covering it. But I could then see the cigar in his mouth. Taking a huge puff from it, he casually blew it across my face. Asking me if I liked it. I tried to tell him that no I did not, but of course I could not speak, so I mumbled no as best as I could and then shook my head from side to side. “The pretty little princess doesn’t like my smoke? Ah, poor baby.” He said while exhaling yet another puff into my face. “If you would just learn not to be naughty, my little princess, you would not have to endure this. But you have chosen to be naughty little girl and deserve to be punished.” The heavy smoke from the cigar never left my nostrils. Over and over again he blew his torrid smoke towards my face. Grabbing an ashtray and placing upon my breasts he put the remainder of the cigar out and placed it aside for later use.
Thoughts were running rapid through my head as I tried concentrating on where I knew this man from and what I had done to him to cause him to want to do things like this to me. Every thing about him seemed very familiar but in my dazed state of mind, I just could not put a finger on it. Suddenly I felt a cold steel metal blade against my throat. His voice whispering in my ear, “If you try to escape me, I know how to use this and I am not afraid to do so.” I could feel my heart drumming in my chest and my breath quickening at the threat. And yet oddly enough I was very aroused.
He then took me from the bed, silently undoing the handcuffs that had bound me. Though he did not remove the gag from my mouth. He then stood me behind a chair and began to tie each of my ankles around the back legs of it. Bending me over, he tied my arms to the front of the chair. I felt the hard wood pressing into my chest and realized that I was fully nude. My D cup breasts hung over the chair. He began to fondle them. Touching them and playing with the nipples, twisting them with his powerful fingers. Gradually the grip got harder and harder until I wanted to scream in agony, but I dared not to mutter a single complaint.
My nipples were so hard when he was done, that I the slightest touch to them would most likely drive me to a mind-blowing orgasm. Then I heard him moving about he room, when his footsteps stopped, it sounded as though blinds were raised and curtains were being thrown back. I could see light reflected throughout the room. It was not a bright light, but a very dim one in fact.
“You like being the object of all men’s desires, don’t you? Well, my darling you can have your wish.” With that said, he then raised the window. “Now, if you were to utter the slightest scream it would most probably be heard.” He said this as he came back to me and lay the knife upon the chair for me to see. “This is a reminder of what could happen if you so much as try.”
He walked behind me and gently began rubbing my ass. His hands felt so loving and kind. I almost could not believe that this man had now twice threatened to kill me. I glanced down at the knife and closed my eyes. After tonight I made a vow to myself that I would never do the things that I had been doing behind my husbands back. You see, for months now, I had been running an online business and catering to bachelor parties and such. I had given them all that they requested and even slept with several of them on numerous occasions. But never would I let a single one of them have my ass. I always told my husband one thing or another to get me out of the house and always came back when I was supposed to be home. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything of this nature to ever happen to me.
While my thoughts drifted away from me, I forgot about the man that I was now totally powerless to. Until I felt the sting of a whip on my ass. Over and over again he spanked me harder and harder. I could feel the wind caressing the whelps it left. Oddly I never thought that I would enjoy something of this nature, but I could feel the juices from my cunt slowly dripping down my legs. “The princess likes this does she? I can smell the mustiness of your cunt honey.” He began spanking me harder and harder. My clit began to spasm with each stinging whack to my ass. I was on the verge of coming. Of course, he realized this and stopped.
I whimpered under my breath. He heard me and said, “Oh, you just expected me to let you have pleasure? No, my dear the pain must come before the gratification.” Tears were now beginning to streak down my checks, my nipples harder than rocks and my cunt felt like it was on fire and ready to burst. I had never been so turned on in my entire life and I hated it. I hated him for not letting me have the release that I so desperately craved.
He returned to the bed to retrieve his cigar. Lighting it up he began to walk around me blowing smoke all over my body and into my face and nostrils. When I would try and fight him, try to turn away, he would grab me by the hair forcing me to inhale his smoke. But then something strange happened. Before he put out the cigar, I found myself willingly turning my head to inhale the smoke from his mouth. Several times our lips touched and my body would light up. Tingling sensations flowing all over me.
