I couldn't believe I was doing this. I kept telling myself all week that I wasn't going to see him again, at least willingly. When I met him last week at the club when I was out with my girlfriends, I began this wonderful nightmare as he used me and demeaned me in ways I only imagined and secretly craved. When he first walked up to me I thought he looked like an arrogant ass.
I tried to ignore him but then he whispered in my ear "I know who you are and know what you are looking for."
I turned and stared at him a moment then as I started to turn away he snapped, "Look at me when I talk to you slut."
I couldn't believe he said that to me but my pussy tingled when he called me slut. I just stared at him and couldn't speak.
"Yes, you like that don't you? I told you, I know what you are looking for and I can give you what you want, what you crave." He said.
I couldn't speak and I offered no resistance as he took my hand and led me from the club and took me to his house. What followed was a wonderful night of terror and pleasure I couldn't believe. The way that man treated me, he demeaned me, humiliated me, and did dreadful things to me that I never thought possible. I knew I should feel ashamed by his rough treatment but I didn't.
When I got home that night I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and was shocked at what I saw staring back at me in the reflection. My hair was a mess, I had marks all over my body from his brutal treatment, bite marks on my breasts, my nipples ached from his torture and torment, and I still had his cum leaking from my body.
I thought, my god, how could I let this happen? Why did I give in so easily to this man? How did this stranger seem to know everything I needed and craved, but could never get from anyone, not my husband, not any boyfriend I ever in my life, how could he know? How?
He told me to come back on Friday at 7pm sharp but I couldn't let myself submit to that man again, could I? He did things to me that no one had ever done before, things that should have made me felt degraded and humiliated, but I loved it, I loved that I had absolutely no control over anything with him, but I couldn't go back, I couldn't, could I?
I kept telling myself all week that I wasn't going but on Friday I started getting ready. I showered and picked out some of my sexiest clothes, a very short skirt, see through top, no bra or panties, and my highest pair of spike heels. Even as I pulled out of the driveway I thought that I had no idea where I was going but deep down I knew, and I kept looking at my watch hoping I wouldn't be too late.
I pulled up to the address he gave me a week before and it was the same little house that he had brought me to before. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and said "You're late slut, get in here, now."
I did as I was told and quickly went inside, wondering what I let myself in for, what new glorious terror would this man impose upon me? He took a look at me in my sexy clothes and said "Nice outfit, but it's not necessary. Strip them off, NOW."
I complied and began removing my clothes. The blouse was first, since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties my breasts were exposed to his gaze yet again. I unzipped my skirt next, let it fall to the floor and stepped out it. Here I was, again, standing before this commanding stranger completely naked except for my heels and I didn't even know his name.
I was telling myself all week I wouldn't do this, but here I was again, willingly and unconditionally under his control, and just like before I was very aroused. I knew, but just didn't want to admit it, I liked being under someone else's control. Being ordered to do all sorts demeaning humiliating things, things that I only dreamed about, it was thrilling and aroused me more than I thought possible.
He then said "Hurry up slut, get on your knees and crawl over here in front of me."
My pussy tingled as he called me slut, and I did as I was told. I got on my knees and crawled across the floor to where he was standing. "Unzip my pants" he said.
I did as commanded and pulled his cock out. He rubbed his thick cock around my face for a few minutes and then said, "Open up" and put his cock in my mouth and said, "Start sucking slut."
A charge shot through my pussy as he again called me a slut. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock and sucked on his balls for several minutes as he was just looking down at me and smiling the whole time.
After about five minutes of this he then said, "Get up slut" and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
He then took some leather cuffs out of a drawer by the sofa and put them on my wrists. It was the same ones he used before. He then pulled out the same leather collar and secured it around my neck and attached a leather leash to it. He began to circle around me as I stood there, rubbing his hands over my body, his touch was like small bolts of electricity shooting into my skin. He was feeling my breasts, pinching my nipples hard which made me flinch, running his hand into the crack of my ass, and rubbing my pussy.
As he started rubbing his fingers between my pussy lips he could feel the wetness there, feel how much he was turning me on, how much I craved this. "You really are a horny little slut aren't you?" he said.
As he continued to rub my wet pussy I couldn't help but breathlessly reply "Yes."
He continued to rub my pussy as he said; "You're my slut aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm your slut" I said.
"I knew you'd be back for more after the last time," he said.
"I had to come back and I'll do anything you want, anytime you want." I said.
"That's good, but you thought about not coming tonight didn't you? You thought about disobeying me" he said.