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What's a sigma dom?

Sigma is a personality type outside the usual hierarchy of Alpha, Beta, etc. Sigmas tend to be dominant introverts.

K**** at Home

A Play Along Story

D-indicates the author’s command to the reader

K- indicates the expected response from a sub

The week had been a busy one for K**** with school and work. Her family had been gone for several days and she had been the one to take care of the household and yard chores in addition to her daily time with her dog S****, working out at the gym, and class work. She sometimes wondered if there was anyone that worked harder than herself.  Certainly not her classmates. She resented their laziness and the fact that her work provided the basis for much of their grades.

Even now in the early evening she busied herself around the house. She had finished vacuuming all the rugs and sweeping the hard floors. She had cooked herself a nice dinner and then cleaned up. The pots, pans, plates, bowls and utensils were neatly put away.

She needed a respite. Playing with S**** wasn’t enough. Often her mind turned to sex and that helped but also saddened her because she wasn’t getting any.

One night she had explored her Tumblr feed way way too late with her long t-shirt riding up past her ass and leaving her sitting bare on the furry chair seat. She had exchanged messages with a couple of her mutuals. That had just fed her yearnings more.

It didn’t help that she was ovulating and would be especially horny for a few days.

The next day her one of her long distant ex-Sirs texted saying he had a new story if she wanted to have story time and play along. She agreed, her desires overcoming her reluctance to reengage with him. A  good story time always left her shaking, relaxed, and usually satiated if only for the rest of the night. She needed that.

As usual he gave her some early instructions for getting ready.  Sir told her to wait for a night where she would be alone in the house and ovulating. She was to start out absolutely nude, no jewelry, her hair loose without even a scrunchy. She shouldn’t wear much makeup as tears might make it streak. She was to have her lingerie, collar, dildo, small vibrator, flower vibrator, ball gag, nipple clamps, anal plugs, and towels ready to use.  She was to have snacks and something to drink on hand and she was to put S**** somewhere he wouldn’t interfere. She knew this meant Sir intended to use her thoroughly.  She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy get wet when she thought about it.  Sir did have a great imagination and always seemed to have something new for her do. During the week she tried to think of other things so she wouldn’t wear out her feelings before story time.

Saturday’s story time was just the next night away but it couldn’t come soon enough for her. She amused herself late into the night, touching herself, edging herself, making herself cum. Sir wouldn’t want that, but he didn’t get to control her until story time. Then she would do whatever he said, if she could.

The next night K**** made sure she was ready. Her room was clean and neat, toys were clean and ready.  Twenty minutes before story time she had finished walking and playing with S**** and put him in a spare room with his bed and water.

She had mostly gotten herself ready before playing with S**** and just needed a little cleanup. She finished washing up, removed all her clothes and being very neat, put them away. With just minutes to go she demurely sat herself down on her white faux fur covered chair and waited.

D- Are you ready? Do you want to play along or just have the story tonight?

K- I want to play along she texted back

D-Excellent. Are you alone in the house tonight?

K**** knew this meant he would tell her to go somewhere in the house or garage if she was alone. That excited her as she had rarely been alone for story time.

K- Yes Sir.  I have the house to myself and S**** is in a spare room.

D- Excellent. Are you excited?

K- Yes Sir. I am always excited for story time.

D-Very well. Take your time and put on stockings, your lacy body suit top, high heels and collar. Touch yourself sensuously as you put them, but no touching your pussy.  Tell me after you put each item on.

K- Yes Sir

K**** went to her bed. She rolled up a stocking and eased her toes into them, then lifted her leg up and slowly rolled the stocking up her calf and thigh. She reached down and encircled her ankle with her hands and slowly smoothed her stockings from ankle to thigh. Not able to help herself K**** stroked her inner thigh imagining Sir touching her there.

K-That’s one stocking Sir

She repeated the motions with the other stocking enjoying the feeling on her skin. In her excitement she disobeyed her Sir and briefly touched her smooth sensitive mound. As light as a feather the touch still sent a sensuous feeling to her loins.

K-I have on my second stocking Sir.

She went her drawer and pulled out the body suit. She pulled it up, slipping her arms into the long sleeves and squirmed into it. She enjoyed the tightness of the suit on her pussy and the strap settling in between her ass cheeks. As a final touch she groped her breasts, settling them comfortably in the bra cups.

K-I have my body suit on Sir.

D- Wish I could see it!

Next she slipped on her black high heels, and smoothed the stockings again because she wanted to. Her pussy was getting moist already.

K- I have my heels on Sir

D- I want to see. Send me a picture of your feet.

This request surprised K**** but as she wouldn’t be sending a picture of her face she snapped a picture and sent it.

D- Very good Princess. Very sexy.

Finally she put the collar around her neck.

K- All on Sir.

D- Go examine yourself in your mirror. Put yourself in the inspection pose. Swivel yourself so you can look at different perspectives. Do this for at least a minute. I’m sure you look fabulous and my cock is already hard just thinking of you. Tell me when done.

K**** admired herself in her mirror trimmed with black roses. Yes she was a very appealing slut she thought to herself, ready to be used. The suit rode high accentuating her lovely hips and the thong back separated her ass nicely. She wasn’t sure what Sir got out of her being dressed this way as he wasn’t there to see it, but he did seem to enjoy instructing her in on how to get ready.

K-Done Sir. I love dressing up for you!

D- Good girl. I wish I was there to see you right now. Now put the ball gag in your mouth and buckle the straps in place .

K-Yes Sir.

K-Done. I am drooling for you already Sir.

D-Now get a long smooth leather belt. Tell me when you have it.

K**** went to her closet and pulled out a nice long and smooth black leather belt. She could only imagine Sir wanted her to swat herself with it.

K- I have it Sir.

D- Good girl. Take it with you and go to the garage. Bend yourself onto the hood of your car. You may take a towel to lay on hood if it is too cold or dirty.

K-Yes Sir and thank you Sir.

K**** walked happily to the garage, turned on the light. She laid the towel out so she could bent herself over the car hood from the side. Spreading her leg enticingly she wished Sir was there to appreciate the view. She used an arm to gently lower her torso down on the hood.

K-Sir I am bent over the hood of the car.

D-You are such a good girl!

K**** always felt happy when Sir said that.

D-Now if you can, I want you to spank yourself at least ten times on each ass cheek, using the belt.  If it is too difficult bent over the hood you may stand back up and do it.

K- Yes Sir.

Try as she might K**** couldn’t quite manage to spank herself with the belt while stretched out on the hood. She stood back up and stepped away from the car to where she had some room to swing the belt.  She gripped the ends of the belt together in her right hand. The belt formed a loose loop and K**** knew it would smack her ass sharply when it hit. She swung the belt left, angling down slightly, extending her arm so the belt would reach her ass. The belt loop swung around and smartly smacked her ass cheek.

Her first hit was more a trial than a serious spanking. She wanted more than that and if Sir had been doing the spanking it would have hurt and she would have yelped. Now she increased the strength of her blows. After a few blows she paused between hits and rubbed her warm behind.  She switched sides and gave herself ten hard hits.

K-Done Sir. Thank you Sir. I needed that!

D- Very well.  Now go to your front door, and unlock it. If there is an alarm system deactivate it. Step back away from the door about six feet. Face away from the door and get down on your hands and knees like a good little slut. If the floor there is hard you may get a towel for your knees. Tell me when you are down on the floor.

K**** remembered that Sir had given her these directions before when her family had been there and so she had to do it in her room pretending she was doing it at the front door.  Receiving these directions again and doing this for real thrilled her.

 K**** did as she was told. She went to a bathroom and got a towel. Her ass still stung as she went to the foyer by the front door. She folded the towel and put it on the floor. Turning back she turned off the outside and interior lights. She unlocked the deadbolt and door handle. She opened the door, and hiding her sexily adorned body behind the door took a peek outside as she jiggled the exterior door knob making sure it was unlocked.

The street was dark, yet light enough that she could tell no one was walking about. She wondered if anyone might see her with the gag in her mouth drooling like a slut she felt like.

At this embarrassing thought she turned away slightly, still listening intently for a moment but heard nothing.  She closed the door gently. She stepped to the towel and dropped slowly to her hands and knees.

K-Done Sir. I am kneeling at the door.

D-Good girl. Are you happy waiting for your Sir this way?

K- Yes Sir. I wish you were here.

D- Now put your head down, breasts to the floor. Put your forehead to the floor.  I want you to reach back with your hands and hold them together behind your back as if you were hogtied, head down and ass high.

K- Gladly Sir!

This position was one that K**** sometimes daydreamed about and did on her bed. To do it here as if waiting for her master to come home and use her made her stomach tight and pussy wet. She lowered her chest and head down. Her hair fell around her face as her forehead rested on the floor. She reached her arms back and managed to get her hands together. The thong of her body suit rode tight up on her now soaking pussy and tight little dark red rose in back. It felt so good and she imagined Sir watching her, pacing around, touching whatever he wished, petting her ass and back, nibbling on the back of her neck, telling her how beautiful she was, and that tonight she would be used as his precious slut slave. That she would be completely his, with nothing denied him. He’d take pleasure in her pain and humiliation and treasure her all the more for it. That he’d wring her out completely and at the end she would be a used up crying whore with tears streaking down her face.

Would that it was real she thought. Then in a flash, with but the sound of the turning handle behind her she was fully panicked and embarrassed as if a flood was washing away her reason. Here she was posed, exposing herself as the slut she knew herself to be to whomever came through that door that she herself had just unlocked.

The man outside at the door now had been hiding around the corner of house, out of sight of the door. From there he had started the story using his phone.  He heard the faint slapping of the belt on her ass from the garage. He had heard her open and close the door so he knew she was being a very good girl tonight.  

 The man didn’t worry that she would step outside and look around. Despite being an exhibitionist she wouldn’t expose herself that way to neighbors even if the chance was small of being seen so late at night.

He readied himself. He adjusted his backpack of toys and BDSM implements.  He slipped on a ski mask, patted his pockets to make sure he still had the several lengths of rope and zip ties he had stuffed in them.  Lastly he took out his hunting knife. She would realize it was him fairly quickly but he wanted her scared, perhaps even panicked when he burst in on her. She would continue to fight just because he was intruding her space and knew that he would be rough with her. He planned to be very rough with her. He had put this meeting with her off for far too long. She had teased him for so long and in all that time a raging urge had built up in him to bend her to his will, to use her without limits or mercy, to own her. He would do so where she felt safe, in her own home. That would cement him in her psyche for the rest of her life.

As he quickly opened the door and saw the luscious supplicant on the floor the man was pleased. It excited him that this beautiful and very elegant young woman would transform into a total slut for him. His cock hardened rapidly at the sight. His plan was playing out smoothly. It had taken months to make sure it would work. Finding out from K**** when her family would be away. Making sure her dog would be safely isolated. Planning to take her while she was at home so any tracking of her phone or car would reveal they were all at her house, starting story time late so the neighbors would be asleep. That she would be gagged so any sound would be muffled.

He had to exert his control on her quickly. He wanted her to try to get away.  She would be startled at first giving him a precious few seconds to grab hold of her and position himself so she couldn’t effectively resist.

K**** was panicky and feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. She managed to move her hands from her back onto the floor by her shoulders and raise herself up enough to bend her head around and see who was there through the strands of her hair.  The masked man with a large knife rapidly evoked deep fear. Confusion overtook her for a moment. The gag muffled her yell. It took a couple of seconds to realize that this was her long distant ex-Sir, but he was coming on so quickly and violently it scared her. Her emotional reaction was visceral and unthinking. She needed to get away from him and she started to pull her legs forward to stand.

Sir was faster, closing the door with the back of his elbow he snapped a quick photo with his phone, hoping it captured her for he had no time to accurately aim the lens. He happily took notice of her lovely curvy hips, just perfect for holding her tight while taking her from behind. And take her would, sinking his shaft brutally in her rear dark rose hidden in her soft ass that very much needed to be spanked, caned, or paddled. But not just yet. The night still had hours to go.  He would partake of her many delights before that.

Reaching her quickly he pressed her chest and head back down to the floor. He grabbed her hair and kept her face to the floor. She tried to beat him with her arms and hands but he just tightened his grip on her hair twisting it around in one his hands.

“Hello K****!” Sir said. “I hope you are ready for a very special night.” 

K**** struggled and wriggled trying to get free but the man held her tightly and then stroked her ass and the back of her thigh with the edge of the knife.  The man set the knife aside and then used his hand to explore deeper around her ass, pressing his fingers to her aching parts.

“My my, so wet,” he exclaimed.   “I’m glad. You know I’ve wanted to use that pussy for a long time.  You’ve protected it well and I’m glad of that also. It’s as if you’ve been saving it just for me. I’ve tried the nice romantic way. That didn’t succeed so tonight I’m just going to take possession of it. That pussy needs more than fingers and toys it has had so far. Tonight it will have a man’s hard cock to fill it.”

K****’s stomach ached, and fear and embarrassment worsened. The last vestige of her innocence was to just be taken away. No she thought, she wasn’t going to just let someone have it. She would not permit that. The sum of her reasons for keeping her virginity swirled in her mind so quickly she really couldn’t conceive them as separate things.

For all her erotic daydreams, for all her flirtiness, for all her feigned sluttiness, for all her lifestyle choices, and for all the sexy pictures she sent to men. K**** considered herself a good girl. What would she think of herself if she just gave it up? What would she tell her family? Would she tell her family? Wouldn’t she be a complete slut if she gave it up? Who would want her after that? She wasn’t even on birth control. What if he got her pregnant?

Up until now she had the ultimate control even as she obeyed others in the most intimate ways. She enjoyed the idea of having a man suffer for her. But now she wouldn’t have any control.

The man picked up the knife again and put it in a sheath on his belt as he stood up slightly while still holding a tight grip on her hair. He lifted her head up to look at her gagged face. “You should see how much you are drooling right now. Are you that eager to begin? Well don’t worry, I’ll get to that soon enough.”

 “Come along slut. I want to see your house.”

Having to stoop to keep a grip on her hair Sir led her crawling quickly around the house. She wanted desperately to escape. She tried to pull away from him or hit him but she just fell on her face. He relentlessly pulled her back. She began to cry realizing she was no longer in control. She felt like some miscreant puppy about to be punished.

Sir would look at her as they moved. “You look good in that outfit. You’ll look even better after I cut it off Princess.” K**** shivered with excitement and fear at his words. Was she about to realize a dream or a nightmare.  Deep down she couldn’t believe her ex-Sir was really going to rape her.

Sir appreciated the Indian style décor in the living room. He led her toward the couch and using his free hand shifted the coffee table out of the way.  He pulled her head up until she stood beside him.  She tried to attack him, to push him out of the way and escape.  She tried to slap and scratch his face but he blocked one arm with his and grabbed her other wrist. He pressed it to her side and then threw her onto the couch. She came at him again and again and each time he threw her back. After several futile attempts at escape he threw her face down on the floor and pressed her head to the floor again. He quickly straddled her ass. Keeping her pinned with his weight he managed to grab her arms and twist them behind her back. She tried kicking him with her heels but only succeeded in hitting his backpack. He wrapped some rope around her wrists. It wasn’t tied with a knot but looped as it was it would hold for a few moments.

D-Crawl around the first floor of your house.  Go through your room, kitchen, dining room, etc and end up on the couch in your living room. Get towels and put them on the couch and floor and then lay yourself down on the floor in front of the couch. Let me know when done.

K-Oh Sir.This is very exciting! It makes me ache!

From behind he lifted her up by her hair. Crying and screaming she followed his lead awkwardly getting to her feet and immediately tried to kick him. He easily sidestepped her attacks and marched her to the dining room. He bent her over the table and held her down.  “Now my pretty little whore you need to be punished for trying to kick me,” he said.

He put his head down next to her ear and took out his knife and put it in front of her face. “I want that pretty ass unencumbered so I can feel it better so better not move Princess or you might get seriously cut,” he whispered evilly.

K**** felt the edge of the knife scrapping along her ass. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned into the gag.

“You know I think I want to hear you better slut,” he stated, “no screaming though.” He showed her the knife again.

 Using his free hand he undid the strap and buckle of the ball gag and pulled it from her mouth, laying it on the table.  She sobbed but did not yell out. “Good girl,” Sir said as he kissed the back of her neck, and played the knife along her smooth ass and upper thigh.

D-Get up and go to your dining room, clear off the table. Take off your gag and put it on the table. Bend over the table and put your upper body down on the table. Tell me when you have done each thing then put your hands behind your back for a few minutes.

K- I’ve cleared off the table

K- I’ve taken off my gag. I drooled all over it.

K-I’m bent over the table Sir. I’ll put my hands behind my back and let you know when I stop.

K**** felt the tip of the knife as Sir slipped it under the thong at the top of her ass cress. Sir slowly pushed the knife down her ass using the blunt side of the knife. He was pulling the thong away from her ass. As he reached the part of the thong that had cradled her pussy he flipped the knife around and deftly cut he thong. Her ass and pussy were free for him to play with. She cried some more but not as much as when he began to spank her truly hard. He gave her time to recover slightly between hits, and every third swat he reached a finger to her pussy. “You are so wet K****. You want me to have it don’t you?” he said into her ear.

D-Take off your body suit. You may stand up. Tell me when it is off.

K-It is off Sir.

D-Are you happy my pretty little bitch? Do you like having your pussy free of clothing?

K- Yes Sir. Can I touch myself yet? I am so achy.

D- No,  bend over the table again.

K-Yes Sir L.

K****’s feelings were incredibly muddled.  Her loins ached when he touched her there. Like any woman she wanted to be wanted, to be desired and here was someone that wanted her so desperately that he had spent a long time planning to take her, to use her. Yet she needed to fight. She was an alpha Princess in her own mind and despite so many truly slutty desires she couldn’t just accept being forced to give up her pussy. Yet here she was practically gushing with desire. She could smell her own juices in the air.

“Please no Sir. Please no,” she sobbed.

  “Of course Princess, of course I’ll take you deep,” he said.

D-Spank yourself at least 20 times altogether. Finger yourself between swats. Stand up if you need to.

K- Yes Sir.

K-Done Sir. I’m so wet.  I am almost ready to cum.

D-Not yet.

K- I understand Sir. Soon please Sir!

When Sir was done spanking K**** he yanked her head back and stood her up. He twisted her around and kissed her on the lips quickly and then pushed her back down to her knees. “You want cock in your mouth don’t you slut?”

D- Caress your beautiful lips.

K-Yes I’d love to

“Yes Sir, please Sir. I’ll keep you so hard Sir and take every drop of your cum Sir. Please let me suck your hard warm cock!” she pleaded through her waning sobs.

The man pushed K**** to her knees. “Let’s see how well you might do that,” he said as he squatted down and faced her. “Open that sweet little mouth,” he commanded. When she did he stuffed two fingers deep into it. “Use your tongue now,” He said as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her mouth.

D-Get down on your knees

K- Yes Sir

K**** ardently licked and sucked Sir’s finger. She slobbered on them thankful that his nails were clipped short and smooth. She took them deep. She mouthed them from the side stroking them with open mouth. She licked them, twirling her tongue around as if encircling the tip of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked his hard knuckles as if they were his smooth balls. She was determined to show this man she could give the consummate blow job. She would suck him dry if given the chance. She would tease the cock alive again and again until it drooped unable to assault her most precious opening.

D-Put two of your fingers into your mouth and take them as deep as you can. Lick and suck as described for a couple of minutes.

K- Yes Sir. I wish they were your cock Sir.

Sensing she was at least temporarily cooperative he took his fingers away. He slipped off his backpack and found the cuffs he had brought along.  Reaching behind her he undid the tie around her wrists. She shook her arms by her side to stretch them. Sir grabbed one and put the cuff on its wrist and then did the same with the other.

D-Stop sucking your fingers. You may touch yourself some more if you ask nicely.

K- Please Sir may I touch myself. I am so achy. Please Sir!

D-Very well you may touch yourself.

K- Thanks you Sir!!!

“Raise your hands up, slut,” he commanded. Thinking he meant to pull the suit off her, she did as she was told. He clipped the cuffs together. Next he reached down to the bottom edges of her ruined body suit and began pulling them up over her head.  Sir struggled with the tight bodice but managed to get the body suit over her head with her lower arms inside the bodice. He stopped raising it and tied the cut ends together.

Suddenly she realized her shoulders, arms and head were imprisoned in the body suit. She tried to push it off her, grabbing it from the inside and dragging it upwards, but the tightness of the waist section was too much for the slight leverage she could exert with her wrists clipped together. She thrashed around but the lingerie just embraced her. She began to cry again in frustration.

 “Perhaps I’ll let you suck my cock later,” he said pushing her down to the floor again. She knew this meant that his next step would be to rape her. She began to twist and jerk, swivel around and kickout with her legs. Her energetic gyrations had little impact on her ex-Sir. He tightly held her clipped wrists above her head and danced around her kicking legs until she tired. Now he took out a pair of ankle cuffs and with care straddled her legs and grabbing one leg at a time got the cuffs on her ankles with difficulty.

“Not making this easy are you slut,” he mused. “Don’t worry though. I will still get them on you.” With a little more difficulty he slipped rope through the rings of the cuffs and pulled them together. She could still kick though and did. He got off and held the top of the body suit again until she tired some more. Then he grabbed the rope holding her ankles together and dragged her face down to the couch. Pathetically she clawed the rug. The floor rug rubbed her skin. Utterly helpless she cried some more from the frustration.  

D- If you have cuffs put them on your wrists and ankles

K- Yes Sir. It will take a few minutes. I have to get them.

D- Very well Slut go get them.

Sir picked up her and plopped her on the couch. Sir ran the rope between her ankles over the end of the couch and down to one of the couch legs where he tied it off. K**** used the opportunity to sit up but realizing Sir had already tied her legs to the couch she surrendered, at least momentarily, and laid her head back down. Sir strung another piece of rope, strung it through the rings on the wrist cuffs above her head, then over the end of the couch and tied it to a couch leg. K**** felt herself stretched out and exposed to this man’s cruel whims. Indeed she had never known him to be so fierce.

D- Put towels on your couch and lay down on it. You may continue to touch yourself.

K-Yes Sir, Thank you Sir!!!

Barely treated as anything but a warm body to be fucked K**** felt humiliated. She must look ridiculous; her sleek legs all stretched out and bound, her breasts and loins exposed, her upper body hidden inside a black bag of lace.   This certainly wasn’t how she had envisioned this night. She was so dazed with what had happened to her this night. Why hadn’t she screamed? She had the opportunity. Why hadn’t she tried her safe word? Was it because he might honor it. Or was it because this would be the night, and this would be the man, that would fulfill her deepest need as a woman that the constraints of her mind had kept from her?

 “There now slut, I think that will keep you safe for a few minutes. I need to make some preparations for our evening so you stay right here. 

Sir went about the house clearing off decorations, and setting them aside, setting up lighting the way he wanted it. He layed out toys, blankets, and towels in key locations.  He tied some rope in other places that he could bind and control his captive. In the garage he was happy to find hooks in the ceiling for holding some items out of the way. The same was true in the covered patio where there were hooks to hold plants.  Yes for the future he might enjoy stringing her up to them.

Indeed he now thought of her as his captive taken in conquest although admittedly with some subterfuge. He would use her by right of conquest whether she surrendered or not.  And in this case he thought she would not, at least not to his first possession of her. After that he thought she might.

In her bedroom he found her dildo, vibrators, nipple clamps, and anal plugs on the bed. He shifted them to the top of a night stand.  He removed his clothes and neatly folded and stacked them on her dresser. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and washed his hands. He thought of showering but decided he wanted her to smell him as well as see and feel him.

Sir had thought through the next stage of this engagement carefully. He needed to keep her truly scared. He knew this was essential for her, just as it was to be taken against her will.  She was helpless before him and she needed to know this. She might not yet believe he would rape her, and certainly she knew he wouldn’t stab her. But there were ways of extreme pain that she would fear and that wouldn’t really harm her.

He had brought with him a small black box about the size of a cigarette pack along with the knife. The box was a small handheld self defense tool, similar to a TASER but it didn’t shoot out electrical probes.  Instead shock was applied through two shiny studs on one end when a button was pushed.

He went back to the living room where he found his lithe victim squirming. She was beautiful, lean and well toned. Her nubile breasts were firm, and the nipples erect. He knelt in front of the couch, laid his knife and shocker down. He pulled at her raised nipples, then twirled his fingers around them.

D-Play with your breasts

K-Gladly Sir

The man cupped her breasts and K**** felt herself blush. He squeezed them, stretching her sensitive nubs as he pulled at them. An ache went through her from the sensation. He took them in his mouth, sucked on them, pressed the nipples in his lips. He pulled the nipples out with his teeth, and then after letting them loose he flicked them with his fingers. Shocks went through with each hit, and K**** felt herself ache even more.

D-Flick your nipples at least three times each.

K-Yes Sir.

K- I ache so bad Sir.

K**** squirmed some more as he stroked her belly. K**** felt her belly quiver at his light touch. He brushed his fingers there again and her belly quivered in response again. She felt her loins ache and she thrust her hips unconsciously for more attention.

D-Caress your abdomen and thighs

K-Oh that feels good

The man obliged her need for attention driving his fingers between the gap in between her legs that had unthinkingly opened as she arched.  He dove his finger into her. “You can’t help yourself, can you slut,” he chided. “The body wants what it wants,” he declared as he rubbed her clit with her own juices. He thrust his finger into to gather more of her hot juices and brought them forth. He twisted her little pleasure knob between his fingers, flicked it now and then. He slammed his fingers into her.

D-Insert your fingers into your pussy

K- Oh thank you Sir I need that so bad

She responded arching to receive his invading digits. She turned her face away as the tension built in her. How humiliating to have no control over her body.  The pressure built and built. She desperately tried to hold it back not wanting to be conquering by this man. The man knew K**** was getting close. Wanting instead for her to cum with his cock deep inside her he stopped his attentions.

K**** couldn’t decide what was worse. Nearly coming or the deep relief that he had stopped.  

The man took his knife and pressed the flat of it to her face through the body suit. “Now don’t move bitch or I might accidently cut that pretty face,” he warned. Instantly afraid K**** held still. The man poked the knife into the body suit lace fabric above her head, cur upward rending the lace. He tore it apart freeing her head and upper chest from its bondage. She was exposed from her head to where the stocking covered her toned legs. The man momentarily played with her breasts again and stroked the knife down to her pussy and thighs. K**** whimpered, and the man felt the power of his control.

D-Play with your breasts for a minute.

K-Yes Sir. My favorite Sir.

The man went to his pack again and withdrew a leash. He clipped it to the collar around her beautiful neck. Then the man held the little black box in front of her face. “Look at this my dear,” he commanded.  As she turned her head to look he pressed a button and she heard the most horrifying crackle as sparks flew between the silver studs. She was incredibly startled by the sight and sound.

He pressed the stud again. “Now how would you like to fell this on your body?” he asked.  K**** desperately shook her head. “Well I need you to know what it feels like,” he said. He lightly touched the studs to her satiny upper thigh as K**** watched and tried to thrash her bound legs to knock it away.

Before he hit the button he pressed his free hand hard over her mouth  The jolt of electricity hurt a thousand times worse than any static electricity shock she had ever experienced. It was not the tingle that one could get from the toy electric wands used in BDSM but an overwhelming debilitating jolt that made her leg muscles jerk uncontrollably.

She let out an agonized scream into his hand as she thrashed around. She muttered curses again and again as she alternately kicked her legs trying to slip them free from her restraints.

Suddenly she felt the studs against her belly. The fear was overwhelming as she struggled some more.

“No, please no,” she tried to repeat over and over. The man let her thrash until she got tired. He fired off the shocker in front of her face and she squirmed again in terror, vainly trying to escape.  He petted her belly with the shocker, slipped it between her legs and fondled her pussy with it.

K**** was in terror and incredibly aroused. This man controlled her. Could do whatever he wanted. He treated her evilly. His desire for her could not be denied.

The man stopped his torture and rummaged through his bag, removing a pair of medical scissors.  He slipped the open jaws of them under the body suit sleeves and it cut from her armpit to her wrist. He did the same to the other side. He pulled the ruined body suit from under her and tossed it aside. Now she was nude except for the collar, cuffs, stockings, and high heels.

He put the scissors and shocker back in his bag. Picking up the knife he sliced through the rope holding her ankles and then severed the rope holding her arms to the couch. Her legs were now free but her wrists were still tied together. He brought her arms down in front of her, for they were so stiff she could not move them. Looking into her eyes he pulled her up, swung her legs to the floor, and stood her up. He slung her over his shoulder and carried her like a captive of some ancient warrior carting off his loot, which of course she now was.

She kicked her legs but it was no use. They entered her bedroom. The man faced the side of her bed and flung her down on it. Snatching her legs he yanked her toward him until her butt was even with the side of the bed. He had her legs spread wide to view her beautiful flower of a pussy displayed at the bottom of the V. It gleamed slightly from its wetness, the inner lips open like a blossom.

D-Have your dildo where you can reach it and put yourself on your bed as described. Lift those fine legs up.

K- Oh Yes Sir.

K**** wiggled and the man leaned over her pressing her legs toward her head. The shaft of his stiff cock pressed against her exposed pussy and clit. He began to rub his cock up and down the wet pink flesh. K**** wilted from the pleasurable sensation but turned her head in humiliation, unwilling to look at the man teasing her. 

D-Run the shaft of the dildo up and down your pussy.

K- Oh my!

He pulled her legs down and around his waist. He took hold of the leash and pulled her head forward until she had to prop herself up on her elbows. He gripped her chin and pulled her head around until she faced him. He slapped her with his fingers.

D- Slap yourself, then keep rubbing the dildo on your pussy.

K- Yes Sir

“Look at me slut.” He commanded. The girl opened her tear filled eyes. “Look me in the eye slave.”

She continued to whimper and cry, but looked into his faces although avoided his eye. He slapped her again.”Look me in the eyes.” He commanded.  She did as commanded.

“That’s it. I want to remember the look on your face, and the sounds you make as I claim that oh so wet pussy.”

He continued to rub his stiff shaft against her pussy. Her sensitive clit sent waves of pleasure through her. She wanted to deny the feelings that he was forcing on her but could not. She unconsciously spread her legs even more, opening herself up to him. Soon her cries turned to moans.

He guided the tip of his spear to that wet entrance she had guarded so long. She wimpered.

He slowly pushed his cock into her. He relished the wet silky warmth of her as it slid deeper. “This is mine now, slut. I own it, understand,” he said as he reached the deep inside of her tunnel. He could even feel the rim of her cervix now.

D-Push the dildo into yourself. Take it deep and stroke it in and out.

K-Oh my

Her mind was a swim with lust now. It had finally happened. That thing so eventful in a girls life. The event memorialized in diaries and even the dates sometimes recorded in high school yearbooks. That which she had protected herself from. The fears and uncertainties were still there but she surrendered, it was done now.

She stared at this man, whom she would never forget now, her mind lost. He was taking deep hard thrusts into her, while pulling the leash and grinding a finger against her clit until she couldn’t stand it.

D- Use deep strokes for a minute

K-yes Sir

She was nearly gone, when he eased her back down and leaned over her, until he could kiss her. Kisses speak what words can’t and his were forcefully possessive, not to be denied.  Her’s were saying I surrender, I belong to you.

D-Brush your lips with your fingers

His thrusts became brutal now. He raged to possess her.  

D-Stroke yourself hard and deep. Let me know when you need to cum.

He felt her tensions rise as he pounded into her. He thrust into his rage building as he neared his own climax. When it peaked he held himself deep into her and released his cum into that deep mine of her pussy. She felt warm cum inside for the first time and thrust herself into him demanding more of it. The feminine need to take his seed overwhelmed her conscious will to resist. Yes that is the purpose of woman she felt now. Take his cum. Before it had been in her mouth or ass but now it was in her pussy, just as it should be. She clasped herself to him.  He arms encircling his back. Her legs hiked up his sides, ankles trying to cross themselves to hold tight as he flooded her.

He thrust into her draining himself into that demanding and needy orifice. His seed wanting that even smaller tunnel that his spear pressed against.

He dragged himself further onto the bed, taking her with him until they were fully on it. He lay atop her, she now wrapped around him. Slowly her spasms abated, as he kissed her neck and petted her hair. He rolled onto his back, holding her close to keep her connected, and now on top. She held her bent legs tight to his sides and he held her close as she pressed her sweaty tear streaked face to his, sometimes seeking his lips. For a long time they stayed like this. The slightest movements making their loins ache for more.

Perhaps twenty minutes passed when she lifted her pussy off his now limp cock. Tender affectionate feelings filled her and she kissed her way down his neck, chest, and belly. He tenderly fondled her hair as she progressed.

She momentarily bypassed his cock and kissed his thighs. Finding them wet with their combined juices she licked them. For the first time ever she smelled the musk of his cum and her juices combined in a fusion. She would always remember this as their aroma and burrowed her tongue and nose into his crotch between balls and thighs., smearing over her nose and cheeks.

She turned her head and sucked on his upper thigh. She may be his complete slut now but she was going to mark him as hers to. The hickey wasn’t big and would go away in a couple of weeks but she would hold that in her memory also.

He let her finish that one but when she started on the other thigh he pulled her hair to indicate she had other things to do, such as licking his parts clean.  She licked his balls, and thighs.

D-Lick the dildo clean and then worship it.

K- Yes Sir

She gently sucked in each of his balls into her mouth, enjoying the velvety leather feel of the sacks on her tongue and trying to judge if there was more cum in them for her greedy mouth. His cock began to regrow from her attentions. As it expanded she took it in her mouth. She took it deep, her nose to his pubic hairs. 

The man wanted nothing more in the moment than to thrust himself into her slick mouth and throat but held still. He reached down and bundled up her hair and slowly pulled her off his cock. She kissed the tip as it came out of her mouth. “Later my greedy little slut. First I have something else in mind. “

He lifted a leg and braced his foot on the bed, his leg forming a triangle. “Straddle my leg slut’” he commanded. K**** shuffled her legs so that one was by his hips and the other between his legs her knee near his groin. He pushed her back until her pussy was firmly against his thigh. He felt the wetness of it.

D-Take the dildo and slide yourself on the shaft but don’t put it in you.

She felt his warm leg against her, pressing her clit comfortably. The ache in her pussy demanded satisfaction and she began to hump his leg like a bitch in heat. She couldn’t control herself. A man may think with his cock but she was now a slave to her pussy she thought and this man controlled her pussy.

He pulled her head to his chest as she slide her needy pussy on his thick firm thigh. Her juices flowed and soon his leg was slippery. On and on she went, unthinking. He sensed her nearing her breaking point and let his leg fall to the bed. She immediately slid her legs out to get her demanding pussy onto his leg again.  

Crawl back to the dining room,” he said.

He got up from the bed as she crawled back onto the floor. Taking up the leash he led her back to the dining room. Approaching the table she noticed the edges of a thick blanket and towels draped off the sides of the dining table and some ropes attached to the legs. “Get on top and get on your back,” he commanded, patting the table top so she couldn’t mistake what he wanted her to do. She stood up for a moment backed, herself up to the table side, hitched herself up, swung herself lengthwise on the table and laid down. “Very good,” he said.

D- Turn the small vibrator on and tape it to your pussy. Take a blanket or towels, pillow, and dildo to your dining room and put them on the table. Put a pillow or cushion on the table. Go to your bedroom and then crawl back to the dining room. Climb on the table and lay on your back.

He got a couch pillow and placed it under her head. At least he wanted her to be comfortable she thought. He spread her knees wide, exposing her again. “Stay my pretty little bitch.”

He went around the table and tied her wrists, ankles, and knees to the table legs in such a way to keep her spread wide. The position confused her because he would have to climb on top of her to fuck. But that isn’t what he planned. Getting a blindfold from his bag he put it over her eyes and stretched the band around her head to hold it in place. She couldn’t see.

D- Pull your knees up and spread your legs wide open. 

He pet her thighs, sometimes rubbing her clit and pussy.

D- Touch yourself on your thighs

D-Is the vibrator still on?

K-Yes Sir

D-Good girl

He kneaded her breasts, twirled hid fingertips around her nipples until they stood erect. He leaned down and taking her nipples in his mouth sucked them hard as he pushed simultaneously roughly fingered her clit and pussy.

D-Play with your breasts.

She moaned and squirmed in delight. She began to moan again and he kissed her mouth, their tongues playing with each other.

K**** felt the fever in her loins and tenseness in her body increase. She thrust her hips wanting more from his hands.

D-Leaving the little vibrator on. Take the dildo and put it in you. Let me know when you need to cum.

K-I’m so close already.

It did not take long for her body to ache more than she could take and the orgasm crashed into her. Sir kept thrusting his fingers into her and dragging his fingers around her incredibly sensitive clit. She couldn’t take it and tried to squirm herself away, to close her legs but the ropes holding her down also kept her legs open.  The pleasure turned to pain and her body shaked uncontrollably. She thrashed about and could not stop even when he took his fingers away.

“You are mine now my precious Princess Slut.  Anytime, anywhere, anyway!”

Lost in a deep well of mind destroying sensation she could not answer in anything but mumbles.

Yes this would indeed be a special night he thought to himself for obviously she was beyond thinking now.

K- Please Sir I need to cum.

D- Record your orgasm for me.

K- Yes Sir

I hope you enjoyed this Play Along Story.

~LittleOne