A Very Unexpected Encounter [FM][BDSM] (Very Long)

Having posted a few stories in the /r/rapekink/ subreddit, I started to document an encounter I had that did not fit there. It was suggested I post it here.

The events had profound effect on my life which led me to go into more and more detail. Next thing I know, it became a small novel. A few things have been changed to protect people’s identities and prevent an “I know him” moment. What is written is about 99% as they occurred. The back and forth conversations between me and one of the persons did not always happen as written. Some details have been lost over the years but what is included are things we have said to each other and mirrors how we interact even to this day. The person I had the encounter with helped me write the post and recall the little details.

By breaking things up, each person can go with what floats their boat. Anyone with time (lots of time) can read from start to finish. The first part give some background. Those that want to read about the encounter can do a search and skip to “Part 2.” “Part 3” is a follow up with some insight in the previous chapters. “Part 4” is a strange forced encounter that may not suit everyone’s tastes. Finally there is “Part 5” which in an epilogue to close out the post.

**Part 1 – Background**
I stood on the street corner staring into my phone on a nice spring evening. Through the usual street noises, I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I slowly scanned through the crowd of people and see a familiar face.

“Zoe!”

“That took forever and a day. Not only does your hearing suck but you need to get you shitty eyes checked too.”

“Zoe, I’ll never know why we didn’t work out and how a great catch like you is perpetually single.”

“Go fuck yourself with a sandpaper dildo!”

Back in college, “Zoe” and I dated for about 3 years. The student body was 85% male and finding a mate was challenging. Zoe was one of the single hot chicks up for grabs. She knew she was beautiful and flaunted it. Those confident enough to approach her usually got scared off by her very assertive personality. To me, it was all part of the fun. The best way to describe our relationship is best captured in the music video for the song “Try” by pop artist Pink. It was a strange love where we seemed totally into each other yet always at each others throat. She had a razor sharp mind attached to an equally sharp tongue which she wielded like a Scottish claymore. I usually gave as good as I got and fired off many preemptive shots to keep Zoe on her toes. One friend seemed to think we intentionally provoked the other in some kind of perverse game of chess. Deep down, I think there is quite a bit of truth in that hypothesis. Each loud argument seemed to end in a long “angry fuck” session. The mental sparring turned in physical sparring and the rough sex often left us bruised and battered but that’s another story.

I noticed that she was with “Claire” who recently joined our social circle. She and Zoe worked together and somehow became fast friends. Claire was a hottie herself but seemingly the polar opposite of Zoe. She was polite, upbeat, geeky and bubbly. “Adorkable” was the description that came to mind. Her hanging out with Zoe was like a naive baby lamb being led through life by an aggressive honey badger.

“Hey asshole! You listening? I’m not speaking ancient Greek here! Let me ask you again very slooooowly. What… are… you… doing… here…?”

My mind snapped off of Claire and back to Zoe. Yep, she hasn’t changed one bit all these years.

“Well, I figured I’d first ruin your night by stalking and cockblocking you every chance I get. You’ll then end the night playing finger puppets on your worn out, hot dog down a hallway cunt.”

Before she could get her usual last word in, I cut her off.

“I’m supposed to meet my brother for dinner but his car has a dead battery. Road service said it will be at least an hour. Guess I’m on my own for dinner. You?”

“Claire and I had a shitty week and need to get our drink on. You might as well join so I can hear your story tomorrow about how you fell asleep on the toilet trying to jack off your whiskey dick.”

“Zoe, if I can’t get it up, it’s because I had a bad flashback of those awful, toothy blowjobs you give.”

The back and forth exchange continued until we sat down at the bar. We ordered and downed the first of many rounds of drinks. The conversation started with the usual topics. Work, gossip, summer plans, etc. As rounds of booze were consumed, the alcohol began to set in. Everyone got a bit looser, discretion began to melt away and the talk became less PG13. Still, I avoided topics I thought would scare Claire away. As usual, Zoe did her best to egg me on.

“Hey remember the time we all went down to Miami and Raphael picked up that really hot Brazilian girl only to find out it was a man with a 9 inch dick? Nearly broke his fucking leg jumping off the balcony to get away. Bet you would’ve let him stick it up your ass and tickle your tonsils from down below.”

“Then there was the time dumbass here hid in the bushes with a queasy drunk girl as the cops busted the party we were at. She was laying on top of him and blew chunks. He took a facial of half digested burrito and about 10 shots of tequila. Not the blowjob you were expecting huh?”

Much to Zoe’s chagrin, I managed to bite my tongue and dodge her provocations regarding past misadventures. Overall Claire and I got along quite well. We laughed at each others cheesy jokes as well as get in a bit of poking and tickling. While fun, it didn’t feel like there was any sexual connection. Guess Claire just wanted a night of drinks and getting in her panties would have to wait for another night. I got a twinge of guilt going after such an innocent gal anyway. In the meantime, Zoe was the third wheel and not being the center of attention always irked her. Eventually she got bored and made the executive decision to call it a night.

“Hey! gimme some money so I can pay and get to more important things like picking sand out of my vagina.”

“Sand? Small boulders and Japanese subcompact cars can get lost in that cavern you call a pussy.”

“Better than your mom’s asshole that she used to shit you into his world.”

Wanting to continue chatting with Claire, I tossed Zoe my wallet and told her to pay whatever share was mine and Claire’s.

**Part 2 – The Encounter**
To save on cab fare, Claire and I agreed to share a ride. As the driver pulled away, we decided to first make a stop at her place then the cab would drop me off. She only had $5 cash and promised to pay me back. I reached down and suddenly realized my wallet was with Zoe.

Our plans changed, it was decided that Claire would pay for the ride to her apartment. I would get in contact with Zoe to drop off my wallet. Once at her place, she invited me inside and I sat down in the living room trying to get in touch with Zoe. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer her phone or reply to my text messages. Life with Zoe was scheduled around her. Didn’t matter if it was an emergency. You could be bleeding out and she would insist on swinging by a coffee shop on the way to the ER.

Claire reappeared and asked if I mind that she took a shower to freshen up, I told her to go ahead. By then I had given up on Zoe and coming up with a new plan.

“I’m coming out, can you please turn around?”

Being a gentleman, I turned my head but I did try to sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye. All I saw what a blur of Claire with towels wrapped around her body and hair zip by. After hearing the bedroom door close, I let her know that Zoe was not answering and I would likely have to walk home. Being it was 12AM, she thought it wouldn’t be safe to walk home buzzed. Claire suggested I take a shower to clear my head a bit and I accepted the offer.

The warm water felt good and I savored the nice steamy shower. Feeling refreshed, I hopped out and reach for a towel to dry off. All I could find was a hand towel. Took a while but the little 2’ x 2’ cloth did the job. Then I realized my clothes were gone. Very strange. I cracked open the door and called out to Claire but got no response. I waited a minute and called again. Still no response. At that point I decided to walked out to find her. With one hand holding the little towel over my crotch I slowly stepped into the hallway. As I turned the corner into the living room, there she stood.

It was not the Claire I was expecting. For a second, I questioned whether I was hallucinating. There stood a woman in a leather and latex bustier, leather corset, leather thong panties, long latex gloves, knee high boots, thigh high stockings, and garters. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. In her hand was a menacing riding crop. The dark makeup along with the expression on her face was all business. Her excellent figure was accentuated by the tightly cinched corset. Tall platform heels on her boots almost closed our height difference. Standing practically naked in front of and fixated on bizarro world Claire combined with an booze addled mind prevented me from coming up with a sound action plan.

At this point, I have a confession to make. I was not at the restaurant to meet my brother and the meeting with Zoe was not by chance. Zoe had told me that Claire recently broke up with her loser boyfriend. The guy had a dead end job, only interested in playing video games all day, got shitfaced or high most nights, and never paid his share of expenses. He once cheated on her and passed on a bout of chlamydia. Another time he got sloppy at a company event at Claire’s workplace and started a fight with a senior exec. When he was really drunk, he would push her around and blame her for his failures. She finally gave him the boot a month back. Before jumping back into the dating pool she first wanted to have some fun to get her confidence as well as mojo back. She put up with years of shitty, unfulfilling sex and craved more excitement. Zoe got in contact with me and ask me to help guarantee Claire a great night out. The bonus being that I may have a chance to hook up with her. I may have ended up with more than I bargained for.

“Drop the fucking towel!”

“Huh?”

She walk up and slapped me across the face. Holy shit, I saw stars and my face burned.

“Don’t make say it again or your ass is out the door just the way you are.”

The prospect of getting home wearing just a face towel with no money or ID sunk in, I dropped what little protection that shielded my dignity. There I was standing butt ass naked in front of what was the sweetest girl just 30 minutes ago. She walked around me like a cheetah stalking her prey. Claire looked hot and my dick was beginning to respond.

“Stand up straight, eyes forward, spread your legs, and hands behind you back.”

“Okay”

The riding crop slammed into my ass cheek with a loud crack. Dammit!

“Every answer ends with, ‘Yes Mistress Claire’ That was your one warning. The next one will really hurt.”

“Yes Mistress Claire.”

I felt leather cuffs being cinched tight against my wrists and snapped together. My ass got another whack of the crop. Circling back in front, she took one of my nipples in her hand and squeezed hard. I winced in pain. Seeing the expression on my face, she pinched even harder. I gritted my teeth. Walking behind, she gave my ass another smack with the crop. Walking back in front, she grabbed my hardening cock and gave it a painful squeeze.

“I see you are beginning to enjoy this. Hope it’s up to the task. You don’t want to know the consequences of failure.”

With that she gave my penis a quick swat of the crop. Dammit.

Walking behind, a finger went between my ass cheeks and pushed against my asshole.

“The more satisfied I am, the more lube you will get. Disappoint me and you get a dryfucking you’ll never forget.”

Another swat of the crop hit home. Dammit. The same feeling of dread from my first gay hookup returned. Why do I let myself get into these situations?

Claire walked over to the coffee table, picked up a collar, leash, and some clothespins on a string. She walked back and snapped about a dozen clothespins all over parts of my body. The initial sting soon became a manageable, dull pain. The collar was tightened around my neck and the leash given a quick tug. This was followed by a forceful pull to bring my head down below her level. She buried her lips into mine and we kissed deeply. Our lips and tongues locked and danced in a sensuous oral ballet. I savored her soft lips. A hard bite on my lower lip before she pulled me away brought me back to reality. Dammit! An instant later, she tugged the string attached to the clothes pins and each one snap off my body in the blink of an eye. Fuck! It felt like my body was on fire. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees. This led another slap to the face. Her hands than grabbed and pinched the sensitive flesh once gripped by the clothes pins to force me back on my feet. I groaned in pain. Fuck that hurt!

“Shut the fuck up! Shut up!”

Five rapid fire swats with the crop reinforced the order. I gritted my teeth as the pain very slowly subsided.

“If you make me unhappy, that will be the least painful punishment you see all night.”

With a tug of the leash, she led me into her bedroom. Less than an hour ago, it was a cute bedroom with all the accessories expected of a trendy girly girl living in the big city. The plush, seafoam colored comforter was pulled back to reveal a hidden darker side. Various pieces of bondage gear such as cuffs, clamps, gags, blindfolds, and harnesses were laid out along side dildos, plugs, and vibrators of various sizes. The smallest dildo looked like a modest 6 incher but there was also at 12 inch dong as thick as my wrist. She pointed behind me at the closet.

“Look”

Among the fun fashions expected of someone like her, I saw my clothes and phone sitting inside a small safe. She reached over, closed the door, and pulled the handle up locking the safe tight.

“It has an six digit combination. Put in the wrong code five times and the keypad locks out for ten minutes before you can try again. My phone is hidden somewhere in the apartment. You will never find it. You decide whether you want to try something stupid. Fuck me over and your ass is out the door just the way you are.”

I knew I was out of options and completely at her mercy.

I was walked across the room, cuffs separated and pushed face forward onto the bed. She then climbed onto the bed and sat down in front of me. Snapping off the buttons on her bustier, her perfect breasts spilled out in front of me. She grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted up my head.

“Massage them, lick them, make my nipples hurt.”

Both my hands started kneading those wonderful mounds of flesh. I scooted up and took a nipple in my mouth. My tongue swirled around as they got harder and harder. I lapped up and down and giving them an occasional nip. After a few rounds, I switch over to the other breast all while continuing to massage both of them. Following orders, I would take my mouth off and give each nipple a hard pinch. She yelped in pain but seem to enjoy it.

“Keep going. I don’t feel satisfied yet. Want your ass ripped apart with a dry dildo?”

I felt a dry finger uncomfortably pressed against my asshole along with a swat of the crop. Dammit. That was all the motivation needed to redouble my efforts. Not sure how long I was at it but my jaw was hurting and tongue was getting tired. Any time I slowed, I got a nice crack of the riding crop on my ass. After a while, a tug of my hair signaled that task was done.

“Take my panties off and get to work. You earned some lube but it will not be much.”

I scooted down and pulled down her panties. A huge gush of juices and completely soaked pussy met my eyes. I immediately smelled her. Whereas Zoe was strong and musky, Claire was lighter but still a nice womanly scent. The smell was heavenly. I fought every urge to stick my dick into her and pound away at that pussy. Instead, I inserted a finger and began to massage the inside. She threw her head back and moaned. It only took me a few strokes to try a second finger. Her soaking wetness and arousal opened her up and a second went in effortless. With some probing, I found her g-spot. At the same time, my thumb found her clit. By now she was making guttural animal sounds as I stroked away at her love buttons.

I licked a finger on my other hand and smeared some of her juices on it. Massaging her asshole and adding some of her juices that had dripped down, I push it right in. She arched her back and moaned. Hmm… that finger met no resistance and she enjoyed being penetrated anally. I repeated again with a second finger and it too slipped in quite easily. It was not the first time someone has traveled her Hershey highway. I felt a tug on the leash and then a hand roughly shove my face into her pussy.

“Work my holes and lick me hard”

I did as ordered and move right into the wetness. The position was very uncomfortable with both her vagina and asshole filled with my fingers and me hunched over licking her pussy was causing all sorts of muscles to ache, spasm, and cramp. Still, the thought of a more painful alternative drove me to continue.

“Two fucking wasted years. You are going to make up for all that lost time. I will so kick your ass if you slow down/”

What!?! She dates some useless dickhead and now I have to pay the price. Down below it was like a dam burst. The flood just did not end. So much was dripping down her ass crack that I didn’t even have to add lube to the fingers in her asshole. Her climax was building and I sense that she was getting close.

“Oh my god, Don’t stop, Harder, pump and lick me harder. More… more… deeper…. more… go…. Faster… ahhhhhhh..….”

Her pussy and ass muscles were spasming so hard it felt like they could snap my fingers in half. Using all the focus I could muster, my tongue found what got the best response and steadily worked her clit. A gush of wetness added to the already gooey mess. Her hands shoving my face deep into her and strong thighs squeezing my heads like a vice threatened to cut off my air supply. I could barely breath and my nose was clogged with a sticky mess. After what seemed like forever, her orgasm subsided and I was able to get air again. A tug of the leash got my attention.

“Clean up every drop”

With so much covered in her sticky mess, it took me a while lick everything up. It felt like I drank a liter of her juices. She scooted off the bed and pushed me onto my stomach. She pulled out two ropes that had been hidden behind the headboard. With the precision of a Boy Scout, she deftly tied a few knots through the D-rings on the wrist cuffs and I was secured to the bed. A ballgag was shoved into my mouth and the harness tightened around and above my head. A cold drizzle of liquid between my ass sent a chill up my spine. A finger pushed into my asshole. There was a pause and a few quick pumps. A second finger was then inserted and quickly followed by a third. A hand came down hard on ass. Dammit. Claire leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“You fucking slut. That asspussy has been used before. How many strapons have been in there? Or was it hard man cocks that made your boy cunt loose?”

She disappeared behind me but soon I felt the pressure of a dildo forcing its way in. I secretly smiled behind the gag. The dildo felt really good and hit all the right spots. It was not too thin or thick and provided a nice stretch. From behind, Claire started pumping the rubber dong and out of me. Every so often, a hand came down and smacked me on the ass. I moaned as it moved in and out of me. After a bit, it was withdrawn and I felt disappointed at the empty feeling.

Appearing next to me beside the bed, I see her inserting a strapless dildo into her vagina and a buttplug into her ass. As she turned on each toy’s vibrator, her eyes closed and she got a bit weak in the knees. After a bit of adjustment, she coated the strapon with lube and disappeared behind me. In one swift stroke, she plunged all the way in. Having taken larger strapons and dicks, my ass swallowed up the thick but manageable dong. Once settled into a rhythm, she began to pick up speed. She was moaning and grinding into me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations and sounds of her ravaging my ass. Her impending orgasm was signaled by a change in thrusting and new sounds coming from her. After about a dozen more pumps she let out a loud groan, plunged in as deep as she could and ground her pelvis hard into me. She caught her breath, she pulled out the rubber dick. Once again, I craved to be filled again.

“You enjoyed that too much. This is about me. I know you are smirking behind that gag and I want it wiped off your fucking face.”

My wrists were unbuckled and I was ordered to turn over. Once on my back, my wrists were once again buckled in. Next, a strange set of cuffs were placed on my legs. Each set buckled above and below the knee. Its purpose became clear as the upper and lower half clipped together. A set of ropes were tied to the cuffs and then to the headboard. Now my bent legs were in the air. Fully exposing my asshole fully exposing it to abuse.

I looked up and there she stood with a new strapon. Much larger and thicker, I grew a bit concerned. It’s around the largest I have taken but still required me to relax and breathe to be penetrated with just a little discomfort and no pain. What I saw next shocked me. She held up a tube of Ben Gay and massaged a dollop on the tip of the dildo. No fucking way! She can’t do that. She must have seen my concern and just laughed in my face.

“No longer smiling huh? I am going to enjoy watching you get fucked.”

As she approached I tried to shift myself away from the inevitable. Claire managed to grab hold of my balls and squeezed to stop my squiring. As I yelled into the gag for her to stop, I felt the strapon come in contact with my asshole and force its way in. The thick dong stretched me and I instinctively beared down to let the invader in with minimal pain. A few seconds later, the burning started. My asshole literally felt like it was on fire. It’s as if a burning log of firewood was being forced in. I yelled into the gag and tears started streaming down my face. I pulled against my bonds but the leather and ropes held tight. When I opened my eyes, I saw Claire above me with the biggest smile on her face. She continued to mercilessly pump her rubber dick in and out of me. She giggled with glee as I squirmed in pain.

Next she held up the clothes pins on a string again. Once again each one was snapped in place with a sharp sting. The string was tauntingly held in front of me. In one quick motion, she pulled the string and all of the pins ripped off my body. Every swear word in every language I knew must have been yelled into that gag. I closed my eyes and entered what felt like an out of body experience. A slap came across my face. Dammit.

“Open your eyes slut! Watch me fuck you!”

My body was both in full on pleasure and pain. Everything seemed to short circuit due to all the sensations. All feelings eventually subsided into a dull throbbing that was more pleasure than pain as she pounded away. Eventually she grew tired and pulled out. The burning from the Ben Gay had stopped for the most part. She undid the cuffs and threw a packet of baby wipes at me.

“Clean out your cunt. If I feel one bit of that shit on me, I’m squeezing the whole tube into you and sending your ass out onto the streets.”

That was enough motivation for me to do an extra good job cleaning up. The moist wipes and cool air felt good against my gaping asshole.

“Get on your back.”

Once again I was tied down. This time my arms and legs were secured to the corners of the bed. A large butt plug was shoved into me and the gag removed from my mouth. Quickly she stuffed her breast and nipple into my mouth. I didn’t need a cue on how to proceed. As she alternated the tits that went into my mouth, she would reach back and give my cock a few pumps. It was obvious we were both very horny. Her pussy was dripping and precum covered the tip of my penis. She look down in my eyes.

“Do not cum without out my permission.”

With that she straddled my cock and sat down on it. I was in heaven. Her hot pussy gripped and massaged me as she rode up and down. The plug in her ass added to the tightness as well. The gyrating hips added extra sensations that felt amazing. Then I realized I was at risk of cumming too soon. With the deck stacked against me and not wanting to find out the penalty for disobeying, I did everything I could to take my mind off what I was feeling. Amazingly, I was able to go through all the US states in alphabetical order as well as recite the alphabet backwards. It really sucked to feel so good yet doing everything possible to avoid the pleasure that washed over me.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… cum with me… cum… cum… cum………..”

Claire’s spasming pussy muscles were all the motivation I needed. My world became a shower of colors and stars as I finally got release. The plug in my ass added to the sensation as I had a massive orgasm. I must have dumped a pint of jizz into her. She fell on top of me and we both took a minute to catch our breaths and bask in afterglow.

She rose up and slowly came off my dick. She kind of held her legs together. I thought she would make a run to the bathroom and avoid leaking cum on her sheets. To my surprise she turned around, backed up and planted herself right on my face. She ripped the plug out of her ass and her asshole settled right on my nose. A awful mix of sweat, lube, my cum and her juices started coming down on and in my mouth. Any guy that has tried to eat his own cum after jerking off probably know this. No matter how psyched a person is about eating their own semen, the feeling is completely gone once you climax and the big slimy mess is in your hands. Now I had a huge load of my own jizz with her pussy juices and a sweaty ass on my face.

The worst was yet to come (figuratively speaking). I felt her hand wrap around my penis and start stroking. The over sensitive head went into overdrive at the sensation. I struggled against my bonds and yelled into the pussy and asshole pressed in my face. She only smothered me more. The intensity of a post orgasm “polishing” was a painful kind of irritating.

“Cumming is a privilege and this is the price.”

Seems whatever circuit breaker for disgust that is tripped to allow people to perform the most deviant sex acts get reset after cumming. The smells, tastes, and textures made me gag as I lapped away at her pussy and asshole. My own cum poured into my mouth as Claire worked her pussy muscles. As time went by, the nauseating feeling went away and I started enjoying her pussy again. I poked my tongue at her gaped asshole eliciting little yips and moans from her. Rather than punishing my cock, she started massaging it for pleasure. Once it became hard, she lowered her mouth and her magical tongue. I made a mental note to remind Zoe that she gives shitty blowjobs.

All the decorum she demanded went out the window as we concentrated on making each other cum. Claire’s forceful grinding into my face was the clue that she was about to have another orgasm. She also increased her stroking and sucking to get us to cum together. Her moaning add an extra signal to get ready. A flood of her juices once again hit my face and I greedily lapping it up. Within a few short moments, the familiar feeling radiating from my crotch exploded over my body. Once again, we rested a few moments to catch our breaths. She got up, laid down next me, and beamed the biggest smile. Looking her straight in the eyes I asked,

“How was it for you?”

She leaned in, planted her lips onto mine and her tongue pushed a full load of my own cum right into my mouth. DAMMIT!

**Part 3 – The Next Morning**
I woke up to the sun streaming through the window. Took me a few minutes to realize last night was not a dream. I was covered in all sorts of dried fluids, collar with leash around my neck, and a large plug was still lodged in my ass. Claire was still peacefully asleep. Her hair and makeup would need some attention. I took a moment to admire her amazing body with curves accentuated by the corset. Any thought of sneaking out was a non starter. No clothes, no phone, no wallet, no money, and no ID. Figure I might as well be a good house guest. Rummaging through the kitchen, I found the makings of a hearty breakfast for the both of us. Started up the coffee, tossed the bacon on a skillet, and beat some eggs to make omelets.

WARNING: Making bacon while naked can lead to extremely hazardous to sensitive areas due to splattering grease. You have been warned.

The sounds and smells woke up Claire and she groggily walked into the kitchen. Her tits hung out of the bustier and the corset continued to give her a sexy and exaggerated hourglass figure. Despite my best cleanup efforts, dried cum, pussy juice, and lube still clung to her inner thighs. Her boots, stockings, and garter would need to be cleaned. We locked eyes, smiled, and she hugged me. She then grabbed hold of the leash, pulled me down, and planted a deep kiss on my lips. As she pulled away, without biting me this time, Claire licked down the side of my face, across my chin, and then up the other side. She smacked and licked her lips.

“Mmmmm… I taste so damn good the next day after the flavor sets in.”

Ooooo… filthy girl with a quick wit. I liked that. The bacon almost ended up burnt after I decided to bend her over the kitchen table for a quickie. After breakfast we took a hot shower together and got some groping in too. My extremely sore and battered body felt much better afterwards. Angry welts from the crop dotted my butt and I would have felt nothing less than three fingers in my well used asshole.

Laying in bed and chatting over coffee, we got to know each other better. Turns out we had lots in common outside the bedroom. Toss in the fact we’re both pretty stealthy perverts with a kinky streak a mile long. We both thought the other one was the keep your socks on, missionary sex type. Behind our everyday public personas were a couple of deviants into all sorts of twisted sex acts. Then it dawned on me.

“Wait a minute… When I came out of the shower, you were all ready to go. There was no way for you to pulled all that together on the fly. Also, how did you know I wasn’t going to punch you in the face and tear apart the place looking for an escape?”

“Zoe told me kinky clothes makes you freeze like deer in headlights. I left you a tiny towel to throw you off guard. After that, it was just a matter of subduing you just enough. Zoe came over before we went out to help prep and get me cinched into the corset”

“Wait what? Zoe? You knew? She was here? This was planned? But she told me to meet up so that I could show you a good time and hopefully seduce you?”

“You silly goose. Zoe trolled you. Her first idea was to get the two of us together for an arranged hook up. Then she figured it would be a lot more fun to scare the living shit out of and have my way with you. Unlike my complete dud ex, I shouldn’t be shy about trying anything I’ve fantasized about but it was her idea to fuck you with the Ben Gay covered strapon. I promised to give her every detail of what happened. When we first got home, I was getting ready in the bathroom and wasn’t even showering. So thought you would notice the towels weren’t even wet.”

“That fucking cunt. Shit! I can’t believe I fell for it. Son of a… Dammit… I’m going to get that bitch back so hard. Fuck! I won’t hear the end of it this a while. Fuck, I’ll probably hear about this for decades. Fuck!”

“It was so cute how you did everything to make me happy. I really do appreciate how you genuinely wanted me to have a good time. The sex… O M G… I have been craving what we did. It’s been years since I’ve cum so hard. Thank you.”

“I had a good time too and would love to do it again.”

“Me too. This time you won’t have to use the half assed forgetting your wallet with Zoe excuse just to come over.”

Claire then reached over to her nightstand, opened it, and pulled out my wallet.

“Fuck me… You had it the entire time?”

With a big smile on her face, she gets up, walked over to the safe in closet, pulls down on the handle and it popped right open.

“Wait… It was unlocked the entire time?”

“Yea, my lazy ass ex never got around to replacing the batteries so it doesn’t lock. He stole my tool set when he moved out so I couldn’t do it either.”

I then burst out laughing and shook my head. To say I was trolled hard was an understatement. I got up, walked over, and gave her a big kiss and hug.

“When I am in charge you are in big trouble. I will use your body into next Tuesday.”

Claire walked back to the bed and picked up the collar and leash then snapped it around her neck. Got down on all fours and crawled over. At my feet, she rose to her knees, looked up with big sad doe eyes, tipped her head sideways, and slowly offered me the leash with two hands.

I think I went from falling in lust with her to falling in love with her at that moment.

**Part 4 – Breaking Up is Fun to Do**
Claire and I did meet up again. In fact we met up many more times. Each time we found that we had more and more common interests outside of the bedroom along with similar hope, dreams, and goals. Even found out why she conveniently had the tube of Ben Gay available. For the first year together, “Carl” and Claire would have boring, basic missionary sex. Clueless about the female body, he would painfully shoved his dick into her and pounded away with little foreplay. She would lie back,close her eyes, and wait for it to be over. Being a “two pump chump” he would finish and fall asleep long before she even got warmed up. When drunk, he would try to force himself in but often failed due to a limp dick. Things went down hill from there and he would pressure her into give him a blowjob without ever reciprocating. Thankfully not much happened the second year, he would lazily just lie there and ask for a handjob, cum, then fall asleep.

After two years of anger from being forcefully and painfully (in a bad way) fucked as well as being mistreated in other ways, something snapped in Claire. She bought a big tube of Ben Gay and stashed it away. The next time Carl asked for a handjob, she put her plan into action. She sucked his dick long enough to get it hard. Donning a pair of gloves, she squeezed a huge glob of cream into each hand. With one she grabbed Carl’s cock and rubbed it up and down the shaft and massaged a big glob into his pisshole with her thumb. With her other she smeared a huge glob all over his balls and then rammed four fingers up his asshole with the same force he used to penetrate her. She told me his scream probably came close to shattering glass.

Carl immediately bolted for the bathroom. Unbeknownst to him, Claire had shutoff the main water valve feeding the apartment. She had already cleared the pipes of water and even drained the toilet tank. Any liquid that could provide relief had been removed. All the towels, toilet paper, or anything that could wipe the cream off was also gone. His attempt to exit the bathroom was thwarted as she had tied a rope to the doorknob then to the bed. No matter how hard he pulled, it would only open an inch.

The first few minutes of painful yelling consists of threats to kill her and frantic pulling on the door. As the situation became more hopeless, it became begging, pleading, empty apologies, and promises to change. In 30 minutes he was just a quivering mass of flesh lying on the floor crying. After an hour, she turned the main water valve back on and Carl was finally able to clean off the Ben Gay.

She only let him out once Zoe was by her side. He was pissed and wanted to call the police to press charges. Never one to back down from a fight, Zoe told him it was pay back for two years of Claire essentially being raped and fucked over financially. She explained that he would have to detail everything in the police report. Zoe promised that she would get a copy, send it to everyone he knew including coworkers, and post it online for all to see. Yea it was blackmail but he was also given the choice of moving out ASAP. 24 hours later, he was gone.

**Part 5 – Epilogue**
Claire and I stood there looking into each others eyes.

“…. they met on a beautiful spring evening by chance. A friend helping to mend a broken heart and another seeking to enjoy the company of a sibling met at the intersection of life. Through the providence of a higher power, two soulmates were joined that night…”

I gave a quick glance at Zoe, the co-maid of honor, and she smiled and shot back a wink. I then saw my brother, the best man, in my peripheral vision looking a bit perturbed. I looked back at Claire and it was the smile I woken to for the last two years as we went from casual lovers to man and wife. The rest of the ceremony went as ceremonies go. We exchange vows, rings, kissed, and headed off to take pictures with the wedding party.

“Dude, I flake on you? Holy cow, I had no idea. So sorry man.”

“Hey don’t worry, look how things turned out. Shit happens. You’re my brother. Nothing comes between us so don’t even think about it anymore.”

To this day, my poor brother still thinks he forgot to meet up for dinner. As always Zoe had to get in two and a half cents worth of her opinion.

“So is that the bullshit you are selling people? I personally think, ‘On their first date, he got fucked in the ass by a rubber horsedick lubed with Ben Gay while crying like a sissy bitch as she laughed in orgasmic glee’ would look nicer in your wedding album written in fancy script.”

“Zoe, I hope you jump off a building and land on a bike with no seat.”

Claire interjected to keep things from escalating, “Can’t you two go more than 30 seconds without trying to piss off the other? Oh wait, you two call it foreplay. If you two manage to not fuck up the reception, I’ll maybe let you guys have 5 minutes for makeup sex in some janitors closet.”

It’s been several years since we got married and things are still going well. The two kids have slowed our adventures down a bit but we still manage to get away for a weekend here and there thanks to our parents. I’ll probably regret it, but our girl is named Zoe.

Zoe is still as sharp, and single, as ever. Dating her is like sticking your dick into the mouth of a crocodile. You better be damn sure you know what you are getting yourself into and don’t be surprised if you get bitten. If you survive that, she is one hell of a thrilling adventure. We still snipe, taunt, and egg each other on every chance we get.

At the reception, Claire finally met my friends Piper and Madison from a previous story. All of them hit it off immediately and became fast friends. The three have gone on a few girls spa weekends together. She never fails to return with a big smile and a slightly crooked walk.

Carl moved back in with his parents and got a new job. Sort of. Same deadend work but with a different employer. Seems a profanity laced outburst toward a customer where he knocked over and destroyed several display cases of merchandise led to his termination How did it happen? Claire managed to find a “Ben Gay” t-shirt for sale online and snagged it. She went to the store at the mall where he worked wearing that piece of swag.

“Hey Carl! Anything crawl up your ass lately? Kidding kidding. I’m just yanking your chain and busting your balls.“

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