BDSM
2008-05-07
Topic: Blackmailed with BDSM
For as long as I can remember, I've always enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on others; it is quite a turn-on.
One morning I was on my way to work, but as I stopped at a red-light, I felt a sudden, thunderous bump on the back of my car. Alarmed at this outrage, I got out to see that some careless driver hit the back of my car. As I approached, the driver of the said car was a hot blonde chick who looked to be in her early 20s. She was about 5'6", her boobs looked to be about 32B in size. She had a slight tan.
Although the driver was quite the hottie, I didn't allow her sexy looks to deter my anger; for I had purchased the car only 6 months ago and paid good money for it. Consequently, my rage was without end and wouldn't be quelled by the sight of even the most astounding beauty.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted in her face.
Expecting her to apologize, she didn't. Instead, she began to cry. I waited for a moment to see if she would say anything. Shortly thereafter, she said to me in a pleading voice: "Please, sir, don't call the police. "
Wondering why she was afraid of me getting the cops involved, I inquired: "Why?""Well," she explained, "my driver's license is suspended because of an incident in the past. I don't have insurance, either. "
Upon hearing such words, I was simply floored.
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My rage was so great that I immediately pulled out my cell-phone from my pocket. But right before I could dial-up the cops, she screamed, "Wait! wait! wait! I'll. . . I'll do anything you want; just please don't call the police!"
"Anything?" I said with a sly tone.
"Yes, anything. "
A chill swept down my spine at the mere thought of my being able to get this hot bitch to do anything.
I then proceeded to say to her, "Very well, then. I want you to follow my car. "
"Where are we going?" she inquired.
"You'll see when we get there. "In about 5 minutes, we arrived at my house. I ordered her to sit in the living room and wait. I then proceeded to phone work, telling them that I couldn't make it today.
I then went digging through the hall-closest to bring out the toys of my trade: Rope, hand-cuffs and a whip.
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I then hand-cuffed the girl, who still remained on the living-room couch. I tied her up so that she couldn't move, but tied her in a way that exposed her body to me. She was very nervous. Then, she started to get extremely uneasy. She said, "I. . . I don't think I want to do this. Please, let me go. Just. . . just call the cops instead. "
"Too late, bimbo," I said in a cocky voice; "you said that you'd do anything; there's no backing out now. "
"But.
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And, before she could even utter the next word, I bitch-slapped her right across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. " I then went to the garage, got the duct-tape, then taped several layers to her mouth.
"Now," said I, "arrange your body so that you are facing the ground but your ass is sticking up. " Having just been bitch-slapped, she was very complicit.
I moved behind her to see her face-down, ass-up and her anal-hole gaping wide open. "Hmmm," I thought out loud, "what shall I do first: fuck your dirty little ass-hole or whip your soft, tender little buns to a bloody pulp?" Deciding to use my whip first, I began to whip her senslessly. This was not a lame, slow-paced whipping; I was fanatical with my whipping speed and frequency.
Red, bloody lashes were all about her ass; it made me so fucking horny.
I was enjoying inflicting fanatical pain on her with a whip to such a great extent, that I didn't pay much attention to her "screaming. " Although her mouth was duct-taped with several layers, she was still screaming, though it wasn't as loud since her mouth was restricted by the duct-tape. I then tuned-in to her screaming; it was such a turn-on hearing her scream. I then decided to speed up the frequency of my whips so that she would scream even more. And, scream she did! The more and more she screamed, the more and more horny I became.
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Because I was working up such a heat, I was sweating relentlessly. Thus, I had to take off my clothes. I had enough whipping. Now, my 7. 5" cock needed to be satisfied. So, I approached her bloody ass and stuck my cock into her anal-hole. There was no lubricant; not even saliva. Being that I was so fucking horny, I fucked like a fanatical jack-rabbit. I was very rough with her ass. And, being that there was no lube and that I was giving her ass-hole such a fierce fucking, her anal-tissues reptured violently. But, I didn't let all that bleeding stop me from fucking her. In fact, the blood made a very nice lubricant.
After fucking her ruptured, extremely bloody ass-hole for fifteen minutes, I cummed. Upon pulling out my cock, it was a really big mess: Blood covered the entire thing. So, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and pulled her face up close to my cock.
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Removing the layers of duct-tape, I said to her in a cocky, demanding voice: "I want you to clean it off. " And, although she seemed reluctant to oblige, she still nevertheless complied.
My erection began to subside. I was satisfied. So, I untied and uncuffed her. And although she looked bloody miserable, I thought she was quite sexy in such an afflicted condition.
"You can go now," I said. But as she was heading out the door, she looked back at me, paused for a moment, then said, "I liked it. "Feeling a little surprised, I replied, "You. . . what. . . ?"
"Yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a very exciting sexual experience.
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"Because I wasn't expecting such a positive response, I was at a loss for words. I paused for a moment not knowing what to say.
"Would you mind if I came back another day for more?" she asked.
"Oh, that would be excellent!" was my response. "Very well, then. I'll be available tomorrow at 5:00 pm. ""That time is good for me. " And she headed at the door.
To be continued. . .
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