Marie POV:
A swish sound escaped the knife as it swung open, I flinch. He places the blade at the top of my wrists where the tape starts and drags down, freeing my arms from each other. I let them fall to my sides, my muscles tired from being stuck in the same position for so long. “Get up” he snarled at me. I had to regain my composure, I was so confused. Nothing he had said was making sense. I didn’t even know him. He was just a guy I’ve seen around town a few times, he’s married even. What could he possibly know about me? Nothing, there is no way. He’s bluffing. I get up and glare at him, “fuck you, get out of my house.”
He barely responds, his face remaining stoic. He pulls out his phone and starts to tap around on the screen. He then turns the screen to me and shows naked photos I have taken and kept on my own phone. My stomach turns and I imagine the look on my face is as stupid as I feel. I turn and walk to the drawer to get the key and see a different key in there as well. I grab that instead and give it to him, knowing that at least that way he’s unable to get back in. He walks over to the door and opens it, then turns the lock so the door is in the locked position but he can still stick the key in and places the key in the hole.
My eyes widen and I turn to run away. I only get 15 feet before he’s wrapped around my waist and dragging me to the floor. “I’m really confused as to why you think you’re smart enough to get out of this. I know EVERYTHING Marie. You’re mine. You have no privacy, no security, no freedom. I control you. Get me the real key or I will send that picture to your boss.” I could feel my face turn red. He was in complete control. I walked over to the drawer and grabbed the right key, then turned around to see he was already right behind me. I placed it in his open hand and he left. He didn’t even check the key this time.
I ran to the shower and cleaned myself as much as I could. It felt like I was in there for hours and no matter how much I turned the water on, I wasn’t clean. I cried, considering the possibilities of what he would actually do. The picture was just one thing and it terrifies me. What else does he know? He says everything but that’s not possible. No one can know everything.
Will POV:
I’m at work, but it’s hard to concentrate. I even had to hide my keys from where I normally hang them on the wall because I get excited every time I look over at the wall and see her key shine back. I have gone back a few times already, but it never gets old. She’s stubborn, but I break her every time. It getting easier with each visit.
She’s really started to understand the validity of the information I have. She doesn’t know everything yet, but she knows a lot and with every twist of the knife, she becomes more complacent to fighting the inevitable. I’ve made it clear that she is expected to be available so she doesn’t even go out on the rare trips she used to. I’ve paid to have her house modified to suit my tastes. I’m quite enjoying the light fading from her eyes.
There are cameras in every room. The bathroom just films the bathtub. The cameras are live, color 4K, and they give me the ability to talk through my phone to the camera speaker so she can take commands. She is never to turn them off or touch them. Her guest bedroom has been transformed into a sex room. All of my favorite toys, ties, ropes, weapons, cage, porn and more are in there. I’ve also sound proofed this room.
Her looks are to be maintained as well. Luckily she already worked out and ate relatively healthy since I met her so that made it easier on us both. Last week we went through her closet and approved clothing I prefer her in. It gave me a pretty good idea of what she owns so I can pick out her outfit for the day. I always liked her hair red so it remains so. She didn’t used to paint her nails but I told her they must always have polish on them. She owns it but just never used it.
Today is Friday and I’m planning on spending the weekend with her. I will be there at seven, she is expected to have dinner completed for me when I arrive. I decided an apron and I’ve the knee socks would be a perfect outfit, so I let her know that as well. Her ass is the best feature. The apron covers her small tits and leaves her backside vulnerable and viewable. There are various aged bruises covering different areas of her ass and legs. I enjoy admiring my work. She requested that she be allowed to smoke pot. I enjoy using her when she is high, her large doe eyes become glossy and her brain is noticeably calmer. I granted this request.
Marie POV:
Thankfully today at work has been extremely busy but when I look down at the clock, I notice that I’m off in an hour. I have to hurry up and get home because I’m a half hour away from my house and I need the the home clean, dinner made and put together for when he shows up. Last time I didn’t have dinner ready when he arrived, I was kept in my cage for the rest of the weekend. I had to eat and drink without my hands and was only let out to use the restroom and clean up. I wasn’t given any blankets or pillows and he woke me up both days with his morning piss hitting me in the face. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
He enjoys humiliating and degrading me. I’ve always seen it and enjoyed online but it’s much more intense in person. I’m hyper aware of my lack of power in this situation but I don’t want it to give it up. Every time I think I see an escape, I am reminded how many steps ahead he is. I’m also reminded of my online accounts and how I clearly want this. It’s hard to argue with that. The most humiliating reminder is how soaking wet I get from this. He laughs at me every time he touches my pussy. I can’t control it though, it just happens.
Will POV:
I pull into her drive way and walk to the door. I have a key but it should be unlocked. I turn the knob and push, a click and the door swings open. I can smell dinner as soon as I close the door behind me. I can see her kneeling when I walk into the kitchen/dining area. On the table is dinner, she hasn’t been late more than once. I made sure the punishment was notable. I ignore her, taking off my jacket and standing in front of her. She unties my laces and slips off my shoes and I take a seat as she takes the shoes to the front door. I watch her ass jiggle as she walks past me and reach out to grab it when she returns.
She kneels back down until I give her permission to sit down at the table and eat with me. We eat dinner and she cleans up the dishes while I grab her the gift I got her. I walk in and place it on the table, she pulls the box out of the bag under the tissues. She looks at me, confused at the look of the box then returned her gaze to the box opening it.
I’m grinning when she returns her gaze again to me looking surprised, embarrassed. “Bend over, put your forearms on the table.” She didn’t move. I glared at her, waiting for her to comply but she still didn’t move. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and forced her down onto the table and she accepted it, remaining there. I took the shiny metal plug out of the box and forced it into her ass, enjoying her squealing and squirming as it goes in dry. Once it’s all the way in, she falls to the floor absorbing the pain.
Marie POV:
The gift was a butt plug, lucky me. The floor is cold but my asshole is throbbing. He’s laughing at my reaction. Finally I’m getting used to the stretching of my ass and the pain begins to die out. I sit back up, breathing heavy and remain kneeling. He pats my head and walks towards the room specifically set up to please him. I wait for him to return, not turning around in case he was watching.
Will POV:
I enter the room and look around, trying to decide what to take back out with me. I grab her leash, ropes, and her sensory deprivation mask, designed to control her breathing and prevent her from smell and sight. I return to the room and see that she is still kneeling exactly where I left her. Part of me misses the fight. I like to win, who doesn’t? I like seeing her upset and trying to get away. However, then I remember the amount of manipulation, time and punishment it took to make her this way and then I forget all about it. She may not being fighting me. She may not be running or screaming, but she wants to and she knows she can’t. She knows that I am in control and the look of hopelessness and frustration on her face makes it worth that loss.
Marie POV:
I hear him return to the room, unsure of what’s to come. I feel his hands on my arms, pulling them back behind me and feel the rope wrapping around my arms. There isn’t a point in trying to stop this, I haven’t won yet and I imagine that won’t change. He’s tall and strong, I’m at a disadvantage from the beginning. The clack of my leash hooking to the loop on my collar chings as he attaches it to me. I put it on before he got here, as I always do. I’m no longer allowed to be in his presence without it.
He pulls the tie from my hair and it falls across my back and shoulders. Then I feel something sliding down over my face and suddenly it’s dark. It’s pitch dark, I can’t see anything, not even shadows. My nose is now covered too and then my mouth. I try to breathe but it’s difficult to pull in a lot of air at once. I start to freak out, instinctively trying to pull my hands up to my head to pull off the mask but I can’t because I’m already tied. I begin to wiggle and struggle on the floor, trying to breath but it doesn’t work. I feel myself getting weaker when the mask comes off. I pant and push to breathe looking up and noticing him looking down at me, naked and hard. He looked exhilarated, like he had just won a prize.
Will POV:
Describing how much I enjoy her struggling is difficult to explain. It’s one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever felt. When I said I knew her, I didn’t just mean the dark or evil. I know her drive, her ambition and courage. She’s scared of very little, always willing to mouth off to a stranger in defense of her beliefs or knowledge. She has a good job and takes care of herself, someone most men would enjoy. She’s stubborn, always doing whatever she wants. She’s beautiful and intelligent.
When I’m here though, she’s all mine. None of that matters and she’s no longer in charge. She will never win and she’s getting to a point where she gets that. All those positive and sought after traits don’t matter because she is my object. No ambition or courage needed, her body and obedience is more than enough. No one else gets that side of her but I do.
I pull up on her leash and she gets on her knees. I reach down and put my fingers in her pussy. It’s soaking wet, she enjoys this. She enjoys the lack of control, I don’t care what she says – this tells me everything. I finger her, pushing back on her buttplug noticing her back slightly arching. I continue, waiting for her to get close to cumming. I can tell she is close as her muscles begin to seize tightly. I pull out my fingers and kick her hip with my foot and watch as she falls to her side. Her dissatisfaction from the ruined orgasm excites me and knee down holding my hand between the floor and her face, then slap her other cheek. She flinches and retracts as my hand meets her cheek “orgasms aren’t for you” I tell her as I slap her for a second time. “You are here to please me, orgasms are for me.” She looks up at me, fear of another slap looking back at me. I pick her up and fireman carry to the red room, placing her on the floor.
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