This is a fantasy story and not a depiction of real events or meant to be instructional.
I took a new job in Jacksonville, Florida about six months ago. I flirt with everyone, mildly with some, more risqué with others. I match energy when flirting. I see it as harmless and a way to be charming and fake extroversion. Jessica asked if I could help her. She wasn't in awful shape but not great either. I said," ANYTHING for you." and gave a wink.
"ANYTHING? Don't make promises that you're not brave enough to keep. You want to be a tiger but you're a kitten. More like a PUSSY cat. PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat. When can I cash in on that "ANYTHING for me.", was her response.
"Anytime girl, anytime you want. You're always pretending to have a wild side. You don't have a kinky bone in you." I haven't got laid in a good while and she always talked like she had a freaky side and was in control of her guys.
"After work, come over to my place. I'll text you the address. And I want you to tell my husband that I don't have a kinky bone in me."
"Your husband will be there? I'm not trying to get killed."
"Don't worry, we'll have our alone time together you scared PUSSY cat."
Later in the afternoon, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. "I know you're scared but don't chicken out on tonight, PUSSY cat. She slid her hand up just above my adams apple and gave a squeeze and held it for a few seconds. She sat down next to me. "Do you think that any men get raped?"
"Well, statistically it would have to happen at least occasionally."
"Why do you think you never hear about the times it does happen?"
I said, "Men would be too embarrassed to admit it, or it would disrupt their current relationship and they would just move on. It would just be easier to not report and move on."
"Good to know. Do you think you would just move on?"
"As long as I wasn't seriously hurt, yeah."
"That's wonderful because if my little PUSSY cat is brave enough to show up and then gets scared it won't be allowed to leave. Are you brave enough to show up?"
"I'll show up and then you'll see a tiger"
"PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat."
Man, she was talking a good game. I was starting to get hard just listening to her. After work I put her address into my GPS. She lives in an average house in a quiet neighborhood with decent-sized yards. I pull in behind her car. The porch light was on and a few lights inside.
She opened the door and said, Come in my little PUSSY cat, PUSSY, PUSSY. She closed the door and locked it. She was wearing a pink robe, open with a simple black strapless bra and panty set. Her belly fat hanging over the band. She had a piece of paper and pen. Sign now! It basically said I consent and submit to ANYTHING up to and not limited to rape. Then another piece of paper with my quote that I would do ANYTHING for her scribbled across it. I signed.
"Pull your dick out."
"What?"
"I said pull your dick out. You will learn to do and not ask."
"Give me a few minutes let me get warmed up." Whap! She slapped me across my face. Hard! She looked down at my zipper and raised her eyebrows. I pulled my dick out soft.
"That's all you have to work with? That's a clit. PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY. Well, I like girls anyway. Stick your tongue out. I hope you can at least please a woman with that. Come on girlie, you are going to be putting that tongue to work." She leads me to her bedroom. The bed is situated more in the center of the room than up against a wall. There's a chair off to one side. "Strip now." Remembering the slap I start to get naked. As I bend down to get my socks off I get a belt across my ass. She didn't hold back. "Faster damn it, in the chair." Fuck that hurt. I pull everything off and jump for the chair to not get hit again.
"I like lipstick lesbos." She grabbed some lipstick off the dresser. "Pucker up." Whap! Slapped again. I was trying to come to terms with getting lipstick put on me and didn't pucker fast enough. She put a finger on my lips then pushed it in my mouth. Then two fingers. Pushing them in and out. She wiped saliva messily all over my mouth. She wiped my face dry and put the lipstick on me. "Oh, look what makes YOU hard."
I say, It's because there is a hot girl half naked sitting right in front of me. Whap! She grabbed my hair and hissed into my ear, "I didn't ask you one fucking question. Come on whore let's get the look right." She smeared on the lipstick. She brushed on blush. I could tell it was a lot, more than any woman would wear. She laughed and said to herself, "this fucking whore."
She looked down at my dick. "This has you about as hard as you can get doesn't it. My little sissy whore that pretends to be a man. Let me fix it so it doesn't go away." She put a leather strap around my dick and balls. I have never worn anything like this, but this must be tighter than it should be. She looked at me, tilted her head to the side then took her bra off. Her titties weren't bad at all. B cups that gravity hasn't ruined. She then pulled her panties off. "Stand whore." I stood and she cuffed my hands behind my back. "Sit. Now." She uses commercial grade Velcro straps to hold my ankles to the chair. She comes over with two silicone breast forms complete with nipples. She stuck them to my chest. "That's super glue and a ton of it."
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This crazy bitch wants to push me past my edge and just did it. I start to shake side to side to get them off. I yell get them off before they are stuck. Then it feels like my testicles just got stabbed and are burning. I scream. She's holding up a little fob right in front of my face. "I didn't say you could move. She pushes it again. I scream and squirm in the chair. You fucking bitch." Zap! I scream again. She puts a finger to my lips, and I hear, "Shhhhh. The glue is dry, and the breast stay. They aren't going anywhere; get used to them." She puts the black strapless bra on me. She undoes my ankles. She walks over and picks up the panties. She holds them and motions for me to come over and step into them. She pulls them midway up my thighs. She goes to the closet and gets a spreader bar with leather ankle straps. Here I am cuffed legs spread and helpless. She circles around me inspecting her work. I feel fingernail up the crack of my ass. A shiver runs up my spine. "We are almost done." She opens a drawer and comes back with a black butt plug. "See how it matches your outfit." My eyes widen and I shake my head no. ZAP! I scream and wince and spasm. "Open your mouth." I instantly open my mouth and she pushes it in. I have a moment of relief thinking that was going up my ass until she says, "Suck it good. Get it nice and wet. That's all the lube you are getting, whore. Kneel in front of the bed." She puts a choker rope on me. "Lean over." I lay my torso on the bed. The plug is pulled out of my mouth. She lays on top of me. I feel her breasts on my back. She pulls the choker tight. I can barely breath. She reaches down with the plug and I feel intense pressure. It hurts. I wasn't expecting pain. I thought a butt plug should fit a butt. She pushes harder.
Being choked, not much more of a whisper comes out, "pain, lube."
She pulls the choker tighter. "Take it bitch, take it." It hurts and she's pushing and twisting. She's making progress and it finally goes in. She let's off the choker but grabs my throat and rhythmically pushes on the plug like she's fucking me with it. "Take it whore." She pulls on the choker like I am on a leash. She gets on the bed and spreads her legs and Zap! "Lick god damn it!" I dive into the pussy hoping not to get another shock. I am working with all the energy and vigor I can muster. Her hips come off the bed. "Fuck yea, fuck yea." She pulls on the choker with one hand and pushes on my head with the other. She bucks a couple times and finally lays down and gives me some air.
"Bitch your make up is all fucked up. Get up and get in the chair." I hobble over the best I can with the spreader bar. I sat down hoping not to get shocked again. She wipes my face off and redoes the horrible make up job. She takes my phone and says "thumb" I hold my thumb out from behind my back, still cuffed. She opens my phone and takes pictures of me. She shows me how ridiculous I look. She goes to the mirror and puts on lipstick herself. She comes back over to me and grabs my dick. Look at that thing. It needs make up too. She kisses the end showing me the transfer of red. Then she engulfs my dick. Finally, a little something for me. Then she stops.
She walks behind me. I hear movement but don't know what's going on. From behind me she holds my phone in front of me and snaps another pic. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek. She shows me a pic of me wearing extremely gawdy make up with a strap on dildo right by my face. "I am going to send this to someone on your contacts." Then she goes over to her dresser, and I hear, "This must be mom, there's dad, and there's your brother." She wrote down my closest contacts. "Who would you prefer a family member or a coworker?"
I freeze. OH shit. "Please no, please, please no." ZAP!
"Choose or I choose."
" Work."
She shows me that she is pushing the send button. My heart is racing. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this crazy bitch. What did I get myself into. Then her phone chimes. She laughs and shows me that she sent it to her phone. "Don't think I won't send it to everyone that you know. Now, remember, you said that you would do ANYTHING for me."
She stands in front of me with the strap-on right in my face. "Mine needs a little lipstick on it." She wags it in front of me. "Put a Marylin Monroe smooch on it." She puts her hand on top of my head and brings it to my lips. "Kiss my cock." I give it a peck. Zap! I scream. "That wasn't worthy of Marylin. Mean it!" I pretend that I am Marylin and I give a nice lip print right on the head.
She pulls my head back to it and says, "Again."
I do it. "Again."
