*Note, this story is not just erotica. It is the journey of a broken girl and the man who helps her. There will be more erotic things later in the story. There will be some BDSM events to the story. I hope you enjoy, comments are appreciated.*
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Katarina was finally meeting him. They had been talking online for a while now, and she had spilled many of her secret desires to him. He had told her that he was a Dom and could help her with those secret desires. She has told him that she is still a virgin, waiting for the right man to make her his. He acknowledged this and gave her instructions for when they would meet. Katarina dressed in a skirt and button down blouse and high heels then went to meet him. He was waiting for her at the entrance to the bar when she arrived. She knew it was him. He stood leaning casually against the wall, his shoulders broad and muscular and he was taller than she. He had a strong set jaw and short light brown hair. He smiled a tight lipped smile when she approached him and took hold of her arm possessively and led her inside. They exchanged small talk there for a while over drinks until he decided it was time to go. He led her out to his car and opened the passenger door for her, and then he drove her to an unknown club. He led her into the building and down into a dungeon like basement. Katarina became immediately frightened. She opened her mouth to speak to him but he shushed her harshly.
"You will not speak unless I give you permission. You will not do anything unless I give you permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes but...."
"You will be silent!" He growled and seized her by the hair and pulled her over to an inclined table. "If you are allowed to speak you will address me as Sir. Do I make myself clear?"
Katarina fearfully nodded her head.
"Answer me!" He growled.
"Y-y-yes sir." Katarina stammered.
He pushed her against the inclined table and cinched a leather strap tightly around her waist. Then he bound her hands above her head with rough rope and then spread her legs apart and bound her ankles with the same rope to the table. He began to unbutton her blouse and she pleaded with him to stop.
"You know you want this slut." He growled.
Katarina felt as if she had been slapped because of that remark. He finished with her blouse and cupped her breasts roughly then seized her mouth. She whimpered against his mouth not in pleasure. His hands lifted up her skirt and sought out her sex.
"No please....." She begged.
He quickly pulled down her underwear and slipped one finger inside her. She cried out at the slight pain because she was not wet and had not had anyone touch her like that in a long time.