I decided to accept a blind date, set up by an acquaintance. I was talking to him at a party and while we really had no attraction toward each other, he told me that he thought he knew someone that was just perfect for me. So that was how it began.
The first sight of him through the peephole on my door sent sparks racing through my blood. He was hot!! Probably about 10 years older than me, which was perfect since I was attracted to older men. I was very glad I took the risk on this blind date. We went to a popular restaurant and had very nice dinner conversation. We saw a romantic comedy and shared a bucket of popcorn. By the end of the night, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to invite him in. I left nothing subtle about my hints, and he eagerly followed me up the back stairs to my little bungalow on the edge of my parents' 4 acre property. I knew this was exactly the thing I should not be doing, but I didn't really care. Pushing the words of my parents' 'be careful who you invite in' speech to the back of my head, I unlocked the door and led the way in.
As soon as the door shut, I felt his arms grabbing me from behind, crushing me, but I did not scream. He half dragged, half carried me into my bedroom and pushed me down on the bed. It was the perfect design for him to tie me to it with ease and for some reason I did not struggle. A small wave of electricity ran down my spine when the ties were tightened uncomfortably. I was now restrained with my arms over my head and my legs tied high and wide apart to both of the posters on the end of my bed.
I was still fully clothed and watched as he shrugged out of the jacket he was wearing. I felt my first wave of fear when he left my room, but he returned only a short time later carrying a black leather duffel bag. I craned my neck, trying to see what was inside as he unzipped it, but I wasn't able to see anything other than the side of the bag. Did he know I had fantasized about being raped?
He stood up straight, and looked at me curiously. I think he had expected me to be screaming my head off, fighting for my freedom. I blushed under his stare, feeling more naked than I had ever felt, even though I was still fully clothed. No he definitely did not know.
"What are you going to do to me?" I whispered nervously.
A menacing smile slowly spread over his face as he lifted a knife into my view. He touched my lips and then his in a shushing motion, before slowly cutting each piece of my clothing off. Stepping back, he began examining every part of my body, touching me gently in some places, roughly in others. "Now you are my slut."
The way he said it made me feel like an object. Like I was no more than a video game that he could play with whenever and however he wanted to. This made me blush again. I was having the strangest thoughts! I didn't even know where any of this was coming from.
After all, I'd always felt pity for our service staff. So glad that I wasn't one of them. They were there to serve me however I wanted them to. Poor fools, born into poverty rather than riches. Very few could be like me. Upper class, free to do as I pleased. I didn't even feel guilty when I yelled at them. A couple times I had even slapped one for overstepping his boundary. One of them had even tried to sit down while holding my water and following me as I shopped one day! I never insulted them. It wasn't their fault they were born into dirt. I just called them what they were. Beggars, servants, fools. Their lives were irrelevant next to mine. It was really actually nice of me to keep reminding them of that. It was better to get used to the fact that your life will be spent serving those more important than you. So this should have enraged me!
"You have blossomed quite a bit since I last saw you." He said now, squeezing one of my firm round breasts. "You probably don't remember me. I used to be your mother's pool boy. I was only 18, but she made me wear the most ridiculous outfits. But the pay was good, so I stayed. Until you got me fired. I think you were about 8 or 9. You came out wearing this princess outfit and started bossing me around. Your mom laughed and took pictures as she watched. You smacked me on the head with that fucking little scepter and split open my scalp. I didn't mean to knock you over; I just jumped up and grabbed my head. But your mom fired me anyway."
I vaguely remembered my princess days. The frilly dresses and tiara I used to wear. I would make the staff serve me like a princess, bowing when bringing anything to me.
The second wave of fear passed slowly through me now. Was this revenge? Was he going to kill me now? I began to think that this was not going to be just rape.
He laughed. "Imagine the look on your mom's face when she gets an envelope full of pictures of her little girl now. Naked, tied up, raped, beaten."
My heart skipped a beat at the word 'raped'. I couldn't even describe the thoughts and feelings I was having. I didn't hear what he said after that word because my heart was beating so loud that it was like thunder in my ears.
He picked up a camera and placed it on a shelf where it would have a good view of anything going on around the bed.
He looked closely at my face. "Still not screaming? Well, we'll fix that."
As he dug through his bag, I began wondering if anyone would hear me if I screamed. How convenient that he picked a weekend when my parents were in Paris. And then I realized that he probably had this all planned that way. On my parents' property, 10 women could be screaming their heads off and no one would hear.
"I think the first thing my slut needs is a good spanking." He held up a flat narrow wooden paddle.
"I-I'm sorry..." I started to say, realizing now how vulnerable a position I was in.
He put his finger on my lips now, setting the paddle down on my flat belly and reaching again into his bag. I was wondering what he was going to do when he pulled out a ball with straps attached to it. A ball? But then he shoved a finger in my mouth, forced it open and shoved it in my mouth. It barely fit. My mouth was very small and I cried out as it was going in. I felt like my lips were tearing and my jaw was going to break. Just when I thought it wasn't going to fit, it popped in. Tears of pain began forming in the corners of my eyes.
He laughed again, admiring his work before picking up the paddle again. He touched it to both of my breasts and I braced myself for the smack. But instead I felt a sharp pain as one of my nipples was pinched so hard that I thought it would come off. I cried out through my gag and was then rewarded with a strong slap of the paddle straight down on top of the nipple he had pinched. I squeezed my eyes shut as hot tears built up in them.
Without much of a pause, he repeated the same procedure on my other breast as my body bucked up from the pain. Tears were streaming down my face now and I began struggling against my restraints. But they weren't budging. I was completely stuck...and very helpless.
Again and again he brought the paddle down on my breasts, only pausing occasionally to pinch my nipples. I attempted to scream and fought against my ties, but the pain kept coming. I'd never felt such relief when he stopped and ran a hand over both breasts.
"You're going to have some nice big purple bruises on those big boobs of yours now." He said as he caressed them. Then he brought his face down and kissed them.
That surprised me. I winced, expecting more pain, but he was very gentle with his kissing, and then licking my badly beaten breasts. He began to suck on one of my nipples while gently rubbing the other, switching back and forth between them for awhile.
