The Man in the Mask

*The room was white… and completely empty. I had no clue where I was, or how I even got there. What the hell is this, prison? Everything started feeling like it was spinning. I wanted to speak, but nothing came out. I heard sounds in the distance, but couldn’t quite make out what they were or where they were coming from.*

“Hey. We’re going to be late. Let’s go!”, I heard from behind me. I turned around and there he was… the man in the mask.

Who on earth is this guy? He was tall, with a very obvious muscular build. He wore a full, 3 piece suit, and he was looking dead at ME. I mean, at least I think he was?

I realized I was so stuck in my thoughts, that he was staring at me in complete silence, waiting for me to speak.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked.

My heart was in my throat at this point. I had no clue what was going on, or what I was in store for. Quite honestly that was all I could manage to get out in that moment.

“Uh yeah, who else would I be talking to? Silly girl. Always disobeying me. Now, let’s get going.”

He put his hand out, waiting for me to take it. Alright, as if this wasn’t weird enough, did he just say I disobey him?! How do you disobey someone you have never met? Is he telling me what to do, or is he asking me to go with him? This is too much to process.

I decided to run with it.

“Sorry about that. Where are we going?”

I took his hand. It was big, warm… controlling. I don’t know what came over me, but I was enjoying this stranger and his demands. We came to a door, and he stopped just before we were about to go through.

“You’ll see. We are just in time.”

I knew he was smiling under that mask. And not just any smile, but a very mischevious one. My masked mystery man was up to something, and he made it really hard not to be tempted to find out just what that was. I was in a trance. He opened the door in front of us, and we stepped inside. I was NOT prepared for what I was about to walk into.

I felt different. Something had changed.. I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing a tight form fitting black ball gown.. WOAH. Hello tits I never had before. Where did I get this dress from? When did I put this thing on? I never felt so shy standing in front of a stranger. And now, we were in a dark room. I could barely see what was happening, or where we were. He made his way to what I assumed was a light switch and flipped it on..

A room with RED WALLS now?! It looked like some kind or torture chamber. What the fuck?! This guy’s going to kill me ( I need to stop watching murder documentaries). But once I looked around, I realized that it wasn’t a death room, but a “play” room. Toys and devices of all shapes and sizes. A large bed with black sheets lay in the far left corner. I started to feel hot between my legs, and my heart went from my throat straight down to my ass. He wasn’t going to kill me, he was going to dominate me.

“It’s time for the show.”, He said.

I had no clue what he was talking about, until I realized he was looking past me, not at me. And behind me, was a giant glass window. But not just any window, it was a viewing window. Then it hit me… we are the show.

There were chairs in two rows outside the window, and people started to fill them. Men and women alike. I was in such shock I did not know what the hell was going to happen. Then he walked towards me. Slowly but firmly he ran his fingers across my bare shoulder.

“You haven’t been behaving, and now you need your punishment.”

At this point, my slit was hot and wet, and I felt like my knees might buckle. He grabbed at my dress strap, and began to pull it down.

“What are you doing? I pleaded. There are people out there watching!”

“Of course they are, my dear. They are here to see you.”

“To see me?! I don’t think I am ok with-”

He put his finger up to my lips. Then his body was pressed against mine firmly, and he whispered in my ear:

“You don’t have a choice. Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself.” HOLY SHIT.

I did as he said. I closed my eyes, and let him begin with his tantalizing torture. Embarrassment washed over me at the thought of the people outside the window watching me like the next 7 o’clock movie. So many different emotions were coursing through me that pleasure was starting to spread through me. I felt my nipples harden, like ripe cherries waiting to be picked. I started to succumb to his demands. The pleasure was overtaking me. Then, I realized I was standing there in nothing but my lace panties that were hot and drenched with my juices. I felt him take my breast into his mouth, and begin to lightly roll his tongue around my nipple while biting and sucking on it. He switched back and forth from each breast. I threw my head back from the immense pleasure. The crowd outside the window looked so pleased at the sight they were viewing. The embarrassment was gone.

“You have been a very, very bad girl.”, he whispered.

The teasing pleasure was making me go crazy. At this point I needed him. He stood there, so calm and in control, all while I was losing my composure, and he hadn’t even touched my now swollen entrance. He was controlling my orgasm with words and subtle grazing of his fingers across my skin, and taking my breasts into his mouth. What. The. Fuck? WHO IS THIS GUY? And why am I so comfortable with a stranger?!

I came to and realized that he was going to start having his way with me in front of a group of more strangers, and at this point I didn’t give a fuck if the audience was there or not. I needed him, and I needed him NOW. He was still fully clothed while I was completely vulnerable. I knew it was only the beginning of a very intense moment I wouldn’t soon forget.

He grabbed my ass and then pulled his hand back and slapped it. Hard. His plan was to leave marks on me. I’m pretty sure that mission was accomplished. He pulled back and his hand landed firmly on my ass another time. Then another, and another. I was writhing in pain, but fuck it felt so good. I wanted more. He started to take off his clothes, but only the top part of his suit came off. I was in awe staring at his ripped, well toned upper body, and his hard cock made no point to be hidden in those dress slacks anymore, and it made this craving almost unbearable. He came towards me, and grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and began to reach into his pants pocket.

He pulled out a tie, and began to wrap my wrists up. HARD. There was no mercy. He was making sure that I had no use of my hands for a while. My now tied up wrists were grabbed, and in one swift movement I was tossed onto the black bed. Completely exposed, vulnerable, needy and waiting for him to make the next move while I was at his mercy. There wasn’t much speaking, but I didn’t need him to talk. I just needed him to take me. The need was almost painful. I wanted him to fuck me.

“I’m going to take you in front of all of these people. I am going to show them who you belong to. You are mine now. I am going to ruin you.”, he demanded.

“Yes, Sir. Please, please fuck me.”, I begged. I don’t know where this side of me came from, but I knew that I was at my breaking point, and I needed him inside me. I didn’t care what it took.

I got what I wanted. He flipped me over onto my stomach in a matter of seconds, and I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone. His body was right up behind mine, and I felt his hands grab my hips tightly. His familiar fingers were gently sweeping over the welts that he had left on my ass just moments ago.

“You are such a beautiful girl when you behave.”, he whispered. God, his voice was taunting. Hypnotic. The sound of him alone made me cum.

Without warning, I felt the sting of his length thrust into my slit from behind, and he proceeded to fuck me, fast and hard. It was the most amazing, relieving feeling ever. I never wanted it to end. He would slow his pace, and tease my opening, then push hard into me. Over and over he repeated these movements. The feeling was euphoric, but I begged him to flip me over onto my back and un tie my hands.

“Please. I need to touch you.”, the breathy whisper barely made it past my lips. “Flip me over, please.”

“What’s my name?” He slapped my ass HARD.

“Please, Master. Flip me over.”

He must have been pleased by my answer, because I felt the tie come loose from my sore red wrists, and his arm scooped me up and flipped me over like a rag doll. He still had the mask on.

“Your pussy is so wet and tight. It’s ready for me, isn’t it?”

I nodded. It was ready. My opening was waiting for him to come back inside. And just as soon as I had nodded my head, he was back inside me. I had free use of my hands this time. My nails were digging into his back. I wrapped my legs around him. I needed to touch him. I craved him down to my core and never wanted him to stop. He knew how to fuck me. He pulled away from me so now we were looking at each other, and as soon as he did, I stopped him for a quick second.

“I need to know who you are. Please, Master. Just show me your face.”

Every movement stopped. He didn’t say anything, and he stayed inside me, his cock throbbing. I could feel every beat, and it made me twitch with excitement. That’s when he did it… he took the mask off.

What I saw next put me in shock..

“Oh my God, it’s you.”, I whispered, my lips turning up into a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s me.”, he whispered back. His lips came down to meet mine and pressed into me. Hard. I never would have thought it was him..

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