Marie looked at the Bistro De Carmont and wondered what was going on. She had set up a CNC with a professional fantasy company and had no clue it would be so real. She headed to the hostess and asked for Jack.
Grace looked at the address in the text message and glanced up and down the street. Her blind date was set for this address but there was no bristro around. Unless it was one of those pop up restaurants that were all the rage with the foodie set, Grace thought. She headed to the door that matched the address on her phone and tentatively opened the door.
The lobby was lit with red light and there was a window at the far side that looked unmanned, until the door shut behind her. The curtain at the window opened and a pretty young lady sat behind the window with heavy makeup and a lot of leather.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked.
"Um, I am not sure I am in the right place." Grace admitted. At which the woman behind the glass snorted, indicating that everyone who comes through that door says that. "I am supposed to be meeting my date, Jack?"
"Jack? Oh, sure. Through that door beside you, 3rd door on the left." There was a buzz and Grace sighed with relief as she opened the door and followed the directions to her date.
She opened the door and stepped through into a barely lit room and let the door close behind her. As soon as the door shut a locking mechanism was engaged and the iron bar sealed the door. Grace jumped and before she landed there was a movement behind her and she was grabbed. There was a hand over her mouth so she couldn't call out and a deep voice whispered in her ear. "You're late Marie. I am going to have to punish you for keeping me waiting."
Grace squeaked behind the hand. She gripped at the hard arm across her chest and struggled against his hold. He moved her quickly across the room and with the ease of a practiced professional had her bound by ropes with a gag in her mouth before she could speak.
Grace was shocked by how quickly the events had turned. She was supposed to meet a man that was interested in getting married and having kids. This was not at all where she expected to be. She was frightened but for some reason being in the bindings, not being able to talk or protest her way out was turning her on. She couldn't do anything, so she might as well let go, so she didn't get hurt.
Hands roughly pulled her dress open, her bra was cut open and her pantyhose and underwear were shredded. She stood there bound and gagged her breath heaving in and out making her breasts quiver.
Jack stood back and looked at the mouse in his cage. Normally, these ladies looking for CNC were much more slutty. This one however looked like a librarian. It was really working for him. Paid to be a rapist in their fantasy was a lot of playacting and angry growling. This one however was speaking to his inner dominate. He could tell that she was worked up the way her thighs rubbed together, her nipples poked out and the hitch in her breath.
He stepped forward and smacked her thigh. "Hold still."
That wasn't what this was supposed to be but she instantly obeyed and cast her eyes down in shame and submission.
"Good girl." Jack said, seeing the blush tint her cheeks. This girl may have signed up for a rape, but she wanted to be dominated. Maybe she had crossed her wires when she signed up. He continued to move around her, trying to get in the head space for the scene requested but she squirmed again and he couldn't stop himself from smacking her other thigh. Instantly she stilled. "Good girl."
Jack had to test his hypothesis. So he moved over to the cabinet where he kept his gear and pulled out a fun little set of clamps. They looked quite terrifying as they had barbs at the end, but they were far more for decor and fright than application. These clamps were a bug bite, not a dog bite. He stepped in front of her and showed her the clamps. Her eyes widened in fear, he caught her eye and held it.
"Arch your back, stick out your tits." Jack said calmly. She instantly complied, despite her fear. He held her gaze as he leaned close and sucked a nipple into his mouth, her eyelids fluttered but she maintained eye contact as he suckled her. He pulled back and clamped the nipple. She sighed loudly around the gag. He started on the next tit and she instantly brought her eyes back to his. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement at her good behavior. Second clip went on and again she sighed loudly.
He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh feeling the wetness costing her skin. He tickled the crease right before he reached her pussy and watched her as she fought her instinct to squirm. He grunted as she held firm then grabbed her pussy and rubbed her clit until her body bowed in climax. "That's my good girl. Daddy likes to give you pleasure when you behave." She groaned low in her throat and came again.
Jack shook his head. He never called himself Daddy unless it was specifically requested. He was so far off script it was insane. His cock was diamond hard.
"You want to dance for me, baby girl?" Jack asked. She instantly nodded, compliant with anything he said. He stepped to the cabinet and removed a flogger. It was a soft flogger that would warm her skin but not hurt at all.
When he stood before her, he petted the skin of her abdomen. "I want you to move however you want or need to. I am going to pink the skin on your belly, then I am going to move on to your breasts. Do you understand?"
Grace nodded sharply, that she understood. He stepped back and allowed years of training to guide his hand in figure 8's, his wrist twisting to accommodate the motion, keeping the tails of the flogger tight and in motion. The tails swished over her flesh, impacting and sliding away.
Grace felt herself falling into the rhythm of the impacts. Her hips turning into the blows, her body eager for the slap and draw of those soft fabric fingers.
"Good girl, Marie." Jack said, moving the flogger back and forth.
Grace's eyes popped open and she began to mumble behind the gag. Jack stopped immediately and removed the gag.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, somewhat panicked.
"I am not Marie. I am Grace. Please don't call me Marie." She panted.
"Okay, Grace. Do you want to stop?"
"No! Please don't stop."
"Do you want the gag?"
"Yes. Please don't stop. Everything, just like it was."
"I am not stopping, baby girl. Such a good girl." Jack said, fitting the gag back into position. He continued flogging her, moving from her belly to her breasts. She was moaning and writhing just as he wanted her too. He slowed his impacts. "Okay, sweet girl. We are going to notch it up. I want you to spread your legs as wide as they will go and hold them there. Yes, just like that. Hold for me. Let me know if it gets too intense."
Grace shook her head sharply, as if to say, don't stop.
Jack smiled then began rotating the flogger again, impacting her breasts. Once she had zoned back into the rhythm, he swung sharply up and flogged her exposed pussy. She yelped, then dropped her head back in a moan. Again, he flogged her belly and as she began to move he switched and flogged her pussy. She moaned and her head lolled to the side. She opened her eyes and speared him with a look, pleading for him to do it more.
He grinned and went to work on her pussy, sending jolts through her with every slap of the fabric. He ran the strands through his hand before slapping her pussy again, to make the impact more direct. He landed shot after shot right on her clit until she howled and juice exploded from her cunt.
He kept at her clit with the flogger until her knees buckled. He dropped the instrument and went to her. While holding her weight, he quickly untied her, removed the gag, clamps and the remains of her clothes. He picked her up and carried her to the couch against the wall. Grace was not a small woman, about 5'8" and built like a fertility goddess, wide hips and thighs, huge tits and a small waist. She probably thought she was fat but she was fucking perfect in Jack's eyes. Carrying her like a child was no issue for Jack, despite her size. He was 6'5" and muscled, due to spending much of the day in training rooms. As a football coach during the day, he had lots of time to work out and keep his physique.
Jack settled her on his lap and covered her with a blanket, stroking her hair softly. "Good girl, Grace. That is my good girl." Jack kept muttering. He kept her there snuggled to him until she began to squirm. As her hip rubbed against his aching cock, he reached between them and opened the fly of his pants to give his cock room. "There's my girl. Welcome back Grace. How are you feeling?"
"Confused. How did we get over here?"
"I carried you when you passed out."
"I passed out? Wait, you carried me?"
"Yes, baby girl. To both." Jack smiled.
"I am too heavy. You didn't hurt yourself-" Grace stopped when a smack landed on her ass.
"You are fucking perfect. Do not speak about yourself that way."
"Bu-" Grace stopped when Jack raised his eyebrow sternly.
"Good girl." He reached up and began fondling her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. "Now, baby girl, you have made Daddy's cock painfully hard and I think it is time we fixed that don't you?"
Grace blushed and stammered, "Y-y-yes, sir."
"Do you want to be bound? Gagged?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright but I don't want to move so we are going to do obedience binding." Jack lifted her to face him while she straddled his lap. "Put your hands behind your neck and do not move them. There will be consequences, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded.
He smiled at her easy compliance. "Open your mouth." When she did, he placed three fingers on her tongue and held them there.
She couldn't speak, but she could moan and she did. Jack smiled.
