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"What the fuck were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all?"
Robyn slapped Thomas across the face hard, a bright red hand-print forming immediately.
"You think I'm stupid? You think I didn't see you grab the babysitter's ass as you walked down the drive?"
She grabbed his zipper pulling down, extracted his cock from his pants.
"You want to try and explain how her lipstick is all over your cock!"
"This is going to be a long night," Thomas thought. "How am I going to get out of this?"
She slapped him again jolting him out of his stupor. "You know, I don't want to hear your simpering excuses. I'm going to make you pay, and pay big, you son of a bitch!"
Robyn stormed from the room.
"Boy did I really fuck this up," he thought.
Tracy was a hot eighteen year old college student that they used for babysitting. She had flirted continuously with Thomas since she started sitting for them. It was the third time that she had babysat.
*
He had driven her home like he always did. As he drove, she had reached over to him and taken his cock out before he had even realized what was going on. She had his cock in her mouth, sucking like a hooker, his brain short-circuited. All he could do was moan as she went to town on his dick. He hadn't even tried to stop her. He stopped in front of her house, where she slid his erection down her throat, constricting her muscles, till he came with a gush. She swallowed all his cum, licking her lips, then she smiled at him. Kissing the tip of his cock, she tucked him in for the night. She said nothing as she got out, then she leaned back in and said in the softest, sexiest voice, "Thank you, Tom."
Well, that was the beginning, she had him wrapped around her little finger from then on. He tried to come up with excuses to go out, just so he could drive her home afterwards. Of course she was gorgeous, tall, lean, perky breasts, and had long blonde hair. She wore short jean shorts that crept into her crack, showing the outline of her pussy lips and the curve of her ass. On top, usually just a tee, no bra, her nipples teasing the cotton for all to see. Just thinking of her now made him hard.
Thomas went to the liquor cabinet, pulling out the Scotch. He filled half the glass, then poured Drambuie to fill to the top. He sipped the Rusty Nail. What the hell was he going to do? This was not just going to blow over, this was life-changing. His life, Robyn's life, Tracy's life. He went to the garage to get a sleeping bag, there was no way he was going to risk Robyn's fury any more today.
*
Thomas got up early and went to work, before he had to face Robyn again. He hated conflict -- his friends had said he was pussy whipped. He probably was, he liked to please women, especially the ones that favored him with sexual attention. He was submissive even though he never thought of himself that way. The day was long and tedious, as he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen when he got home.
He stopped at a local bar before going home, sure Robyn would not be holding dinner for him. He ate at the bar, sipping a Rusty Nail, trying to keep his mind focused on the TV sports in front of him rather than think of Robyn's rage.
*
He slipped in the door quietly hoping not to draw unwanted attention. He no sooner had he closed the door than Robyn was standing right behind him.
"Get upstairs and strip, I want you naked, kneeling on the floor, NOW!"
He didn't know why he did as he was told, just that the consequence of not doing it would be far worse then what she had planned. He stripped naked and kneeled, head bowed, in the bedroom.
Robyn entered the room. Thomas looked up, his jaw hit the floor. The black leather bustier was cinched tight, pulling in her waist, accentuating her hips and ample bosom. Her turgid nipples peaked over the top of the leather cups. Her long legs were encased in black silk stockings, the kind with the seam in back. On her feet, black six inch stilettos, with a wide leather strap around each ankle. In her hand she held a leather riding crop, the type that jockeys used to spur their horses on faster.
The snap of the riding crop on the head of his penis made him jump, and elicited a shriek from his lips.
"Sit up straight, and shut your mouth. This is going to be your payment for the deeds you have done."
She snapped a pair of stainless steel cuffs on his wrists. They had no chain but rather were hinged in the center. She pulled a bar from the bag at her feet, with leather straps at each end, and fastened them to his ankles, locking them in place with two small padlocks. The bar kept his legs spread about three feet apart. She snapped a clip from the bar to the handcuffs, binding him in the kneeling position.
Robyn flicked the end of the riding crop across his nipple, making him cry out again.
"Shut the fuck up, you baby, I'm going to gag you. I don't want to listen to your sniveling."
She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. As he opened his mouth to scream again, she stuffed the gag into his mouth, tightening the strap behind his head. The rubber gag was shaped like the head of a penis, two inches long, an inch and a half in diameter. She grabbed the end of the gag, wiggling it.
"Suck on that for awhile."
Snapping his nipple again with the crop, she watched his cock twitch.
"You like this you fucking pervert? We will see if you still like it soon."
She took a leather strap from her bag, wrapping it round the base of his cock behind his balls. Two other straps wrapped around each his balls, his balls were separated and held tight. The strap captured the blood in his penis making him swell to twice his normal size, and made him twice as sensitive. She slapped his testicle with the crop. Thomas tried to scream but all the came out around the gag was a groan. She hit the head of his over-sensitive penis with the crop, making it twitch, growing larger, redder, and yet more sensitive. She cruelly stroked the head of his cock with the crop, the light touch causing copious amounts of precum to ooze from the tip.
Robyn put down the crop, reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of clover clamps. She rubbed Thomas's nipple softly, knowing he had very sensitive nipples. She closed the clamp on the tip of his nipple, bringing a tear to his eyes. She smirked at him.
"Does that hurt sweetheart? Good, it's supposed to!"
She snapped the second clamp to the tip of his other nipple, laughing. She tugged the chain that connected the clamps to each other. She pulled a small rubber device, with an undulating shape, from her bag of tricks.
"Do you know what this is? It a prostate massager. Yes, I'm going to shove this up your ass."
Robyn applied a generous amount of lube to the butt plug, and worked it into his ass. He screamed into the gag again, as it slid home. He wriggled, trying to get the pain to go away, soon it was only a warm sensation in his butt. She reached down and started the vibrator, turning the speed on high. The vibrations ripped through Thomas's prostate, sending another generous amount of precum oozing from his dick. She slid the ooze over the head of his cock causing him to draw in a sharp breath.
The doorbell rang. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back," smirked Robyn.
He heard Robyn talking to someone, the voices growing louder as they approached the bedroom. He panicked, he couldn't have anyone see him like this. Robyn entered the room with her guest in tow.
