She had been looking forward to the end of the working week. The kids were away with their father. Perfect for her. For them. HE had told her he had something planned for this weekend. HE was not her husband. She was divorced. She had stayed late at the office to finish up some last miniute correspondence with the US office. She wasnt paying attention when she walked to the front door so she missed the shadow behind the wall. As she put the key in the lock, he stepped up behind her. As soon as the door was opened, his hand went over her mouth and they were in the door. HE booted it closed and whispered in her ear. 'One sound and I slash you to pieces, one pretty cheek at a time' She definitely noticed the shiny blade inches from her face. They shimmied down the hall in a parody of a dance, into the lounge. He knew his way around, but she didnt notice. She was petrified. His masked face inches from hers, his hand around her throat, he growled. 'Where is it?' Her mouth dry, she squeaked 'What?' He spun her around and pushed her face down into the couch. The next thing she felt was the cold metal of the handcuffs as they went on. Then the lights went out. The blindfold had gone on. 'You wont forget this for a while' he said. He feet were off the floor and she was laying on her stomach on the couch, not able to see a thing, with her hands cuffed behind her back. She knew she should be screaming with fear but she couldnt, wouldnt. A part of her welcomed the feeling. She had always wanted something like this. The feeing of helplessness, coupled with the compromising position. As if reading her mind, he started running his hands up her stockinged legs towards her round ass, pointing obligingly towards the ceiling. 'Oh, I'm going to love this' he murmured. 'And somehow, I think you are too.' She began to plead with him, asking what he wanted. 'Shut up' he said. 'I've changed my mind. After this we can call it even.' He pushed her skirt upwards, revealing the gorgeous legs he had seen from a distance on many an occasion. Lacy pull ups. He approved and his cock agreed. He had been hard with anticipation since he bundled her into the room. The skirt slid up revealing more joys. The perfect curve of her ass, barely clad in a lacy thong. She should be struggling and fighting but she couldnt, wouldnt. She wanted this as well. No movement or sound, then his tongue flicked against the back of her knee. She jumped slightly, then the goosebumps started as he worked his way up the back of her thighs. He stopped again. Whack!! She wasnt expecting that. His hand slammed into her upraised ass. She yelped in surprise, but then fell quiet. Exactly how the fantasy had played out in her dreams. The tongue flicked again, this time against the red mark of his handprint. She moaned in her mind, or so she thought. 'You like that' he said. Whack!! This time it hurt more. He reached into his pocket for another toy. A piece of strong material with velcro. He wrapped it around her ankles. One more slap on the ass and then he stood back to admire his handiwork. he might as well go all the way he thought. Another toy came out, a ball gag. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head off the cushions. With ease of practice, he forced it in her mouth and fastened the straps. That surprised her. She thought he wanted her to talk. A sense of panic began to rise. She tried to talk but there was only drool and random noise. He smiled to himself. Back around to the rear view. Goosebumps, again, both of them. Anticipation in his case, fear in hers. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Two on each ass cheek, without holding back. His hands stung from the force, he relished the sounds of her pain through the gag. 'Shut up bitch, I'm only getting started' He took hold of the knife again and ran the point against the back of her legs all the way up to her ass cheeks. It was a blunted knife this time but she didnt know that. She only remembered the shine from the first one. She whimpered, wondering what was going to happen and why. As if reading her mind, he grabbed her by the hair again and snarled in her ear. 'Dont worry, I wont leave any permanent marks if you do what I say, when I say it.' He put the knife down and slapped her across the face several times. 'Do you understand me, bitch?' She grunted in assent. 'I take it that means yes, not that you have a choice in what I do' he smirked. He picked her up and repositioned her, standing her up leaning over the back of the couch with her legs spread. Velcro straps, so versatile. Time to work, he thought. Her skirt was still pushed up around her waist, overlapped by her green shirt. He ran the knife up her legs again, then turned the handle around and rubbed it against her pussy. She squirmed a bit so he slapped her ass again. 'Stay still' he warned. He knew there would be no disturbance so he stripped, releasing the beast from the confines of his trousers. He got the sharp knife again and hooked it under the lacy thong pressed into the crack of her ass. No, she has to feel this. He used his hand instead and with one yank, ripped it away from her body. She jerked towards him and as he was standing right behind her, her ass cheeks rested right around his hard cock. He looked down at the wonderful contrast. His hard black cock between the cheeks of her round white ass. Soon, he thought, I'll be balls deep in that. But not yet. He stood to one side and started swinging away, still using his hands. She couldnt keep still and started squirming again. It hurt, it really hurt, and heat, that too. She couldnt keep quiet either, moaning from the pain. But there was something else, she liked it. The heat from her sore ass spread, but this heat felt good. He stopped for a second, then stuck his hand between her thighs. Good, it was working. Her pussy lips felt slick, she was getting turned on. 'See, thats not so bad is it?' Without warning he stuck a finger up her cunt, all the way. She moaned again, this time from pleasure. Without warning, he gripped her clit between his fingers and squeezed. Hard. Her knees buckled, not from pleasure, but from pain. He slapped her ass, hard. 'I said dont move' he growled. She whined a little, but obeyed. It was time to taste her. He knelt behind her and startedflicking his tongue against her thighs again, all the way up. He stopped for a second, breathing against her moist pussy. He pressed his lips against her hole, sticking his tongue in as far as he could, then flicked her asshole with the tip of it. 'I'm enjoying this too much' she thought. 'But it feels so good, even if I dont have a say in what happens next' He continued for a minute or so and then stopped suddenly. He stood up, grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her upright. He pulled her by her hair over to the divider by the kitchen where there was a line of stools fixed to a rail by the counter. He uncuffed her and before she could react, he pushed her forward over one of the stools. Hard enough that she was off balance. She didnt fall though. That long hair came in handy. He pulled her arms down to her ankles and cuffed them to her feet through the stool. 'Perfect' he thought. He started eating her pussy in earnest, nipping her clit every now and then and sticking his tongue into her asshole. He was lubing it up but she didnt realise that. She was enjoying herself too much. Another pause, then he went around to her head. 'Just remember, dont make a sound' He undid the straps for the ball gag. It was shiny from the drool. he wiped it on the side of her face and said ' I think its time I changed gags. Open up, bitch.' Without thinking, she obeyed. But it wasnt a gag that slid past her lips. It was his cock, swollen rigid. At this point she didnt care. But she would. He did not stop until he was all the way in, her nose just touching his stomach. He looked down at the sight of her red lips stretched wide around him. She tried to pull back to get some air, but that was wishful thinking. He grabbed the back of her head, then relented. He slid his hips back, giving her a reprieve. Then back in. He reached over and started playing with her pussy, rubbing his finger through the slippery folds of her cunt, then up to her asshole again. 'What the fuck, this isnt about you anymore.' He then grabbed the back of her head and started facefucking her until she gagged. It was brutal, but she liked it. The feeling of being treated like some object, a tool. He couoldnt hold off for much longer so he thought 'Its time for the first one.' He went back around behind her and slammed his dick balls deep up her cunt. Her ass cheeks jiggled with the force of his thrusts, her body slammed against the stool, repeatedly. He knew he was going to come soon, but his way. He pulled out her slick pussy and pressed the head of his dick against the small brown hole above. Belately she realised what was happening and started to protest but he didnt care. Slowly he pushed his way in until he couldnt see his dick anymore. 'Shut the fuck up' he barked, reaching under and pinching one of her nipples. She winced at that, but the stiff cock up her ass hurt more. She definitely wasnt ready for that. No one had ever done that to her He had done this before. He loved this. The heat and tightness pushed him towards the edge. Time to slow down again, can't make this too quick and easy for her. He slowed down, savouring her whimpers as he pushed in and out. The whimpers soon turned into moans though as she began to get used to the hard cock stretching her hole wide open. The pain subsided and a new feeling began to take over. She didnt realise that it could feel good as well. Part of it was the feeling of violation, of being dominated. Another was the friction, the movement, his hands on her hips, pulling her back to meet his strokes. He was so close to the edge, his balls were throbbing, waiting for release. The pussy juices coating his cock wore away and with each stroke the pain began to return, both for him and for her. It still felt good though. He sped up, slamming into her harder and harder. It was her grunting and the slapping of their flesh that made him explode. As soon as his cum started flooding into her ass, she started shaking. She was cumming as well. The combination of fear, pleasure and of course pain, drove her over the edge into one othe most intense orgasms she had ever had. If not the most. Her legs buckled and if not for the fact she was draped over the stool and handcuffed, she would have collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap. His last stroke had left him balls deep on his toes as the last drops of cum oozed into her back passage. He came down off the high, panting as hard as she was. He was still hard though. Playtime wasnt over. He pulled out slowly, looking down as his dark meat withdrew from her white ass. His cock was glistening, coated with streamers of his cum. Her hole gaped obscenely, oozing remnants of his sperm. 'Got to come back to that' he thought. She was still on a high though. She wanted more. He went into the bathroom to get a towel, leaving her draped over the stool. He soaked it in cold water and wrung it out. He went back to where she was and whacked it against her behind. she screamed and jumped. Back to reality. But he was only playing. He knelt behind her and started to clean her up, gently. Wiping away the residue on her ass cheek, pussy lips and crack. The cold towel felt good to her, but was confusing. Wasnt he punishing her a second ago? He went around in front of her and kneeled down. 'How was that for you?' he whispered as he nibbled on her ear. 'Because we are only just getting started.' He kissed her lightly on the lips, then removed the blindfold. She blinked as his face came into focus. 'Its you' she gasped. 'Yes' he replied. 'Isnt this what we talked about on the internet? Now you can say you've done it' He unlocked the handcuffs and pulled her upright. She didnt feel scared anymore. She felt relieved, but more than anything she wanted more of this. She fell into his strong arms and started kissing him. His hard cock pressed against her, reminding them both that the night was not over. 'Now we can carry on' he said, spinning her around and directing her towards the bedroom. 'Time to get your toys out. But first, on your knees, bitch, and follow your master.' She didnt argue, just smiled and got on all fours, following him as he headed down the coridor towards the bedroom. She couldnt see his face but Voyeur36 was smiling as well. . . . The End? . . .