I never did get around to telling Lucy what the other ground rules were but there seemed no need. For the next two weeks we hardly saw each other and when we did meet normality prevailed, the Saturday night was never mentioned.
As time wore on a gradual change occurred. She went out less and night time visitors became less frequent. It seemed that she had finally got over the novelty of being away from parental control and was now getting down to serious study.
Looking back I now realise what was happening but at the time I was oblivious. As she was staying in more she was releasing her frustrations by masturbation, at first I could only hear her heavy breathing and quiet moans of pleasure but on each subsequent occasion she made more noise. Initially talking to herself, then shouting, usually describing what she was doing with her vibrator, wine bottle, cucumber, whatever she was using to masturbate with and the noises she made when climaxing grew ever louder. On reflection these sessions only occurred when we were alone in the house.
Things finally came to a head one Saturday night. The other two were again away for the weekend. I was getting ready to go out when I heard her screams of pleasure which meant only one thing, Lucy was fucking herself. As I opened my bedroom door I could not fail to see that her door was wide open and there she was, laying on the bed, a large dildo in her cunt and a string of beads up her arse. She grinned at me. This was not teasing but provocation, what should I do?
I went downstairs to get a drink and think. While I was drinking I could hear her moaning with pleasure. Did she want me to go back for sex just to refuse and laugh at me? Or was she challenging me to take her like I had before? All I knew was that my cock was hard and my balls were aching. I went back to my room but left the door open, I could see into her room and watch. She was wearing a top which was pulled up to expose her tits, a skirt pulled up to expose her naked pussy and suspenders and stockings. Her legs were wide apart as she played with her clit and cunt lips. Was this an invitation to fuck her?
Then I understood, she was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous time. She was challenging me. Still looking at her I slowly undressed, my cock springing to attention as it was released. Now I was ready to take her on. I walked to her room, entered and stood by the bed.
"So you think you're going to take me again. Think on, I'm awake this time, you'll have to fight for it."
I hesitated. The implication was enormous – rape – at best a long humiliating trial, at worst life imprisonment. I turned to leave the room.
"So you haven't got the balls to try."
The sneer in her voice unmistakeable, I faced her again.
"It's not now but later. After I've fucked the arse off you the police arrive. No thanks."
Now she hesitated. Her plan was unravelling.
"No need to call them. Do you really think an old man like you can pin me down. You'll crawl away with your cock hanging between your legs. And if I'm wrong do you think there'd be any point in me calling the police with my reputation. A jury would believe you any day."
Should I believe her? What was her game?
"So if I win I can fuck you, what do you get if I lose?"
"The humiliation you'll suffer, not only today but every day."
"When you lose you'll be the one humiliated, you'll then know I can take you whenever I want. You'll be my fuck toy."
"If you win I don't deserve to be anything else."
Now I understood, this was a power game. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, it was a look of challenge and excitement.
"You'll fight but I'll win, I know you want my cock in your cunt."
With that I lunged forward to lay on top of her and stick my cock in her cunt. She brought her legs together and raised her knees. Perhaps I had overestimated her desire and underestimated her determination, this was no token resistance.
How was I going to hold her down, stop her hands from grasping my cock and balls, for pain not pleasure I might add, and keep her legs spread apart so that I could fuck that slit of hers. The answer came from an unexpected quarter for, during our grappling, one of her pulled away from a suspender. Grabbing hold of the stocking I yanked, the other suspender held but the stocking ripped. Pulling hard I managed to get it over her foot, all this time she was trying to kick me between the legs. With stocking in hand I managed to lay across her legs to stop them moving and grasped her wrists to stop her arms moving.
Stalemate.
She couldn't move but I couldn't relax my grip. Finally I managed to bring her thin wrists together and succeeded in grasping them with one hand. As she felt the stocking the stocking go round her wrists her resistance seemed to lessen.
Was I imagining it or was she beginning the long, slow surrender that would result in her being my fuck slut. Either way it was not going to be an easy victory. Having tied her wrists together I managed to tie them to one leg, one thing about stockings, they do stretch. This still left one leg flailing and trying to kick me where it hurts so there was nothing for it, I grabbed the leg, held it, and yanked the other stocking off. This tied her legs together.
Now she would be mine, or so I thought. With her legs tied together I would have to pull her knees up and take her from behind, every time I tried to reposition her so her feet kicked out. I would have to do something about that but what? Another pair of stockings were draped over the back of her chair, now I knew what to do. I moved the chair close to the bed but how was I going to get her draped over the seat with her legs and arms tied to the chair legs, her wrists and legs were all tied together? Picking her up I placed her on the floor, not easy for she was still struggling, and lay on top of her. Untying her legs from her wrists I eventually managed to get her stomach down on the chair seat, pinning her down with my body. She now realised that resistance was futile but did not co-operate. Her wrists were each tied to a chair leg with the new stockings, her knees similarly tied with the old stockings. It had been quite a struggle for both of us, the smell of sweat, precum and cunt juice was in the air.
I stood up and looked at my conquest. Her black skirt had been ripped but covered her arse, it was stained with precum which had seeped from my cock, so sensual and erotic had the struggle been. I pulled the skirt to her waist to expose her arse and cunt in all their glory. Now the proof that she had also enjoyed the struggle was plain to see, cunt juices were oozing from her cunt lips.
Now it was my turn to call the tune. I stood in front of her. She lifted her head and looked at me.
"OK. You win. Now give me a good hard fucking."
"You're MY fuck slut! You will be fucked when, and if, I want."
I could see from her eyes that she understood.
A brush on her dressing table now came into play as I began her training. I tested the bristles. Perfect, not too soft and not too stiff, just right for a spanking. Her ass cheeks beckoned, they would not be disappointed. The spanking started with slow, light strokes across those white globes. as the speed and intensity increased so the purring began, she was obviously enjoying the sensations. As the brush strokes got harder and fiercer so the purring gradually changed to the unmistakeable sound of sensuously pleasurable pain. At the same her ass cheeks changed from white to pink to red. I stopped when her yelps changed to one of pure pain There was no point in abusing her, I wanted her to know that with me she would only experience supreme pleasure. The pleasure I knew she had enjoyed, two spots of cunt juice had dripped to the floor as proof.
It was now time for the next stage of my plan.
As I went to my room she called out.
"Where are you going? Please fuck me! I need to be fucked."
The pleading in her voice unmistakeable. I looked at her, grinned, and went into my room to get my plaited leather belt.
As I returned she looked up and saw the belt. I could see the fear in her eyes.
"It's not what you think."
Squatting in front of her, my hard cock inches from her upturned face, I started to put the belt around her neck. Again that look of fear crossed her face.
"You're a bitch. Bitches need to be on leads, this will be your collar and lead, now put you head down so that I can do it up."
She obeyed.
As she bent her head down my cock left a trail of precum as it slid along her cheek and into her hair. I buckled the belt and laid the excess along her back.
For the first time I noticed that her tits were hanging over the edge of the chair and not squashed beneath her. Her nipples were erect. I ran a fingernail across and around each before lightly gripping them between finger and thumb. She was purring again. I rolled them between my finger and thumb, gently at first, then my grip increased, the rolling stopped and the squeezing began. Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. Each squeeze harder than then before. the reaction and sound was the same as during the spanking. I stopped when she yelped. She now knew that I was in control but she could control the level of pain she received.
Now it was time to fuck.
Kneeling between her legs I saw two more drops of cunt juice on the floor. She was excited! As if to prove it she begged.
"Please, please give me a good hard fucking."
She paused then said.
"Master."
Now I knew I had won but my revenge was not yet complete. She wanted to be fucked hard, she would be but on my terms.
I bent down and flicked her juicy clit with my tongue. She moaned. I licked her cunt lips from clit to arsehole in one long stroke. The smell and taste were exquisite. The action was repeated but this time my tongue was between her cunt lips, licking up her juices. Finally I slid my tongue into her cunt.
"Please master. I need a good hard fucking."
"You will be fucked my way."
With that I placed my cock head between her cunt lips, rubbed it up and down them before just slipping it in.
"Now, Hard."
"Begging now are we?".
