Jerry was sadistic. He chuckled at her request. He unlocked one of the cuffs, only to attach it to the pole of the brass headboard above her head. Her smile disappeared as he left the bed. She heard him open the front door and apparently he went to his car. He returned with a black gym bag.
“What now, lover?” she whispered seductively.
“I am not convinced that you will be my mistress.” he stated.
“I agreed to your terms, and right now I am horny and ready to get laid. You are beginning to scare me.”
“You should be. I am a sex master. You will be one of my many sluts. You will service ANYONE I tell you to.”
“Fine. Just give me your dick.”
Jerry reached into his bag and pulled out another handcuff.
“Put your over hand up at the headboard.”
When she hesitated, he grabbed her free hand and cuffed it to another one of the brass rails in the headboard. She struggled against the cuffs, and all it did was hurt her wrists. Finally, she relaxed.
“What now, Jerry?” She was beginning to get annoyed and frustrated.
He again went inside his bag and pulled out a video camera and a tripod.
“Where can I plug this in?”
“No where, you bastard.” she screamed.
He reached into his bag, and removed a riding crop. Fear slowly crept into her soul. He started slow, but continuously struck her breasts with the whip. As the strikes became more intense, the pain increased. She closed her eyes. He undressed and climbed on the bed and placed his dick at her lips. She opened her eyes and refused to suck his dick.