Sam let the water run over her body in her small efficiency apartment shower. The small apartment was dinky but she loved it due to the fact she lived alone. Sam washed the conditioner out of her hair and finished by shaving her under arms and her pussy.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hand over her sensitive clit. A vague thought about not having any sex for a few weeks shot through her head and she laid her forehead against the shower wall.
Sam has been rejecting her boyfriend's advances for sex for a few weeks now, being sorely disappointed that he doesn't listen to what she truly wants in bed. She has gone into great detail about how she wants to be dominated over, his bitch essentially, but being the sweetheart he is, he only goes for what she refers to as "vanilla" sex. Which is nice, but not what she is craving day after day.
Sam shut off the water and ran her hands over her wet clit before withdrawing her hand, attempting not to torture herself. She grabbed the towel and dried herself off, stepping out of the shower. Sam her a slight tap, but when she looked at the front door that was right in front of her bathroom, there was no shadow on the other side of the blinds on the window. Sam picked up her hair dryer, spending time to work the brush through her drenched hair until it was only slightly damp. Re-securing her towel around her chest, she stepped out of the bathroom, into the kitchen and turned to face her bedroom that doubled as the living room.
Her heart dropped into her gut as she was facing a man leaning up next to one of three windows in her apartment, but the only one that would not latch. He kicked off the door and took a step towards her. Sam whirled and grabbed the door handle, but before she could flip the dead bolt, fingers were threaded through her hand and pulled her backwards. She screamed and she was cut off when he hand was secured over her mouth. She let out a sob as she kicked and attempted to bite his hand. He pulled her backwards, making her lose her footing and being dragged mostly. She grabbed his hand in her hair and tried to scream in pain. He threw her onto her futon face down. He straddled her back. She felt his weight shift as he reached to the side of her bed. She bucked, trying to push herself up. She took in a lung full of air and opened her mouth when he shoved a ball gag into her mouth and expertly latching it securely behind her head. She grabbed at it and he ripped first one wrist away in a death grip.
A soft cuff encircled her wrist before he released her hand. She brought it back to the ball gag, trying to unfasten it. He grabbed her second wrist and wrapped the same cuff around her other wrist before wrenching her first wrist behind her back, securely latching the two wrists together. Sam screamed into her ball gag as she kicked and bucked, pulling at her wrists. She felt him get off her and she rolled over. He smiled down at her and crossed his arms in victory.
"There we go! How are you, dear?" Sam looked around in quick succession, she sat up and felt her towel start to slip. The man looked down and noticed as well as he grabbed it and ripped it away. Sam let out another scream, being muffled by the gag. She stood up and he pushed her right back down.
He straddled her stomach, his jeans rubbed against her belly as she tried to wiggle out from under him with no avail. She looked up at him pleading and she saw a collar in his hand. She froze and he smiled widely.
"Sam, I have been watching you for some time. I watched you walk around naked as if no one was watching. I saw the dirty stories you have read and what your preference of category for porn was. I know you want this. It is time that you just acknowledge it to yourself as well."
He leaned down and strapped the thin black collar around her neck. He reached over her to the head of her futon, rubbing his stomach against her face. She could feel the hard muscle under his shirt and knew full well she couldn't fight him off. She whimpered and watched as he drew back up with a cord. He latched it to the collar and she jerked, attempted to sit up even with his weight on her, only to get yanked back by the unyielding collar. He placed each hand on her breasts and kneaded them gently before roughly pinching her nipples. She yelped and attempted to wiggle out from under him.
"That's right, bitch. Keep fighting it. From now on, when you make noise you will get punished. You will get your body used any way I want and by the end you will either beg for me to fuck you, or maybe I will take you home with me. I haven't decided yet."
