I knock on your door on Friday night, as you instructed me to. My heart is pounding in my chest as I have no idea what to expect. A part of me hopes that you’ll laugh at me and delete the video and send me on my way. But another part knows it’s too good to be true, that you’ll make me pay for that video. And I have no idea what the price is going to be.
You open the door and I see you have gotten out of your work suit, you’re now wearing black cotton pants and a plain shirt. I’m still wearing my pantsuit and my white shirt with a blazer. You step back and I go in, the door closing sounding like thunder behind me. I can’t walk away now.
“Undress.”
Your voice is cold but I can hear the thrill in it, you’ve been waiting for this all week. I want to smack you but I don’t want to provoke you, I need you relaxed and willing to delete the video. So I bit my lower lip and start to unbutton my shirt. Your eyes are fixed on my chest, shirt falling off revealing my small tits, perky. I don’t need to wear a bra and rarely wear one as I like the feeling of the shirt on my nipples. But today, right now, I wish I’d pull one on to avoid your hungry gaze. You signal me to take my pants off too and I reluctantly oblige. I take my panties off, letting them fall on the floor and I step out of it.
“Good slut.”
You go behind me and I hear you picking up some stuff off a table but I’m too terrified to move. My breath is shaky and goosebumps cover my entire body. I feel your hands on my neck and I jump but you hold me down. I feel something heavy and cold around my neck and I hear the sound of a belt. A collar, you put a collar around my neck! My eyes got teary at the humiliation and I look up the ceiling trying to hold the tears. You tighten the collar nearly cutting my airways to the point where I need to focus and relax to be able to breathe. I hear a click and then your mouth is near my ear:
“On your knees.”
I shake my head, a tear rolls down my cheek and I try to resist.
“N- no, please, d- don- don’t do this.”
You’re not pleased and your pull on the collar, cutting my breath and I struggle as you repeat:
“I said. On your knees. Slut.”
You let me go and I fall on my knees, trying to fill my lungs but the collar only allows so much air to go in. I feel a tug on the collar and realise that you put me on a leash. Like a fucking pet. I try to speak but I can only sob as shame takes over me.
“There you go, you look like a good bitch like that.”
I’m on my hands and knees, naked, only wearing a collar and a leash and tears are silently rolling on my cheeks. You kneel next to me, your hand caress my cheek, spreading the tears on my skin and you put a thick piece of black fabric around my head, blindfolding me. I can’t see anything, completely helpless, you’re now in total control. I feel something massive, cold in my mouth and I scream. You pull with violence on the leash and I feel a jolt of pain in my neck. I hold still as I feel the metal pulling on my lips and tearing them further apart. A spider gag, I realise as I feel the metal spikes with my tongue. You tug on my leash as you begin walking. I’m trying to follow you in the darkness. Spit begins to accumulate in my mouth and threatens to drool on my chin. I’ve never been in your home before and I keep bumping into walls and objects, wincing in pain every time. But you’re not waiting for me and I try to keep up, wobbling on my hands and knees.
You stop and I almost collide with your legs. I hear your desk chair rolling on the hardwood floor.
“Unbutton my pants, pet.”
I crawl, getting my hands on your legs and moving them up, trying to reach your inner thighs and the belt of your pants.
“So fucking pathetic.”
You slap me when you consider that I’m taking too much time. I fumble around your buttons and I’m finally able to pull your pants down. You sigh and sit on your chair. You push me with your foot and I step back into darkness. It takes me some time to understand that I’m under your desk. I hear you begin typing and clicking and I figure you’re relaxing and playing online.
“Begin sucking bitch, better do a good job if you want me to do what you need of me”
I whine and reach for your cock, already rocking hard in my hands. I’m sitting on my heels and my spit is dripping on my tits. The ring gag keeping my mouth open, I try to put your cock in my mouth. I tilt my head and feel the spit leaving my mouth and falling on you and my hands. It makes your cock sloppy as I give you a handjob and lick the tip of your cock. I take you as deeply as I can and gag, pulling out, I take a deep breath before going back down on your cock. My throat hurts, and I feel so much confusion and shame as I suck you on my knees, my tongue running on the length of your cock. My clit is beating at the rhythm of my heart, full of blood and so sensitive. My cunt dripping wet is only making me feel even more ashamed of my position. My lips are hurting and I feel dizzy as I try to move as fast as I can on your cock.
You pull me out and leave me alone. When you come back, you pull my hands behind my back and I feel the handcuffs closing on my wrists. These must be special handcuffs because I feel another pair closing on my ankles. I pull on it and feel the metal cutting in the skin on my wrists and ankles as I try to sit up. You sit back and admire your work.
“Resume, pet. You look so beautiful like that.”
My clit jolts and I try to find your cock, my tongue out. Without my hands to guide me, I’m lost in the darkness and can only rely on my mouth to know what’s in front of me. I’m ashamed as my tongue first taste your chair before going along your balls and finally your cock. I lick you harder, only counting on my abs to hold me back as I plunge my head on your cock. I’ve never been more helpless, sucking your cock, my mouth split open. I make degrading slurping noises as my head goes up and down your penis. It’s thick in my mouth and my jaw hurts as I begin to feel a cramp. Soon my whole body hurt and I moan in pain. You feel the vibrations of my desperate sounds on your cock and I feel it throbbing on my tongue. Soon, I feel long ropes going down my throat, suffocating me and I cough, cum dripping from my mouth and nose. You keep my head down and I can’t breathe as you moan in pleasure, my throat tight around your cock as you shoot your load deep in me.
You hold me down and I feel your cock getting flaccid in my mouth. I can taste your cum on my tongue, in my throat, in my nose. It’s coating my mouth. A long time passes as you continue playing, ignoring me. Your hands leave my head but I understand that I should not move so I keep steady despite my legs burning from being immobilised for so long. My heart finds a steadier rhythm and my breathing gets more regular. I hope we’re finished soon. You’ll delete the video and we’ll go our separate ways. I find new strength in this and hold my position, on my knees under your desk. The only sounds I can hear is your computer running and you clicking and typing.
You put your foot under me and press it against my cunt, my juice soon covers your foot and you continue rubbing it on my clit. I moan and start grinding on you. A twisted pleasure builds its nest in me, hot flashes going through me.
“Don’t cum bitch.”
I try to hold it and slow my grinds against your foot. So ashamed that I nearly came by masturbating on a foot. A long time has passed and you remove my blindfold, the light hurt my eyes and instinctively I close them. You put your hand on my drool-covered chin. Is it the end? I hope.
“Look around, slut.”
I open my eyes and turn my head, keeping your cock in my mouth. I am really under your desk, the leash is linked to your chair. But there is so much light, I can tell something is wrong. My movements are limited as I turn my head in the direction of the light. I notice the ring light and my entire body is shaking as I register the camera. The red-eye. Your hands keep my head down on your cock as terror comes crushing on me. You didn’t. No. It can’t be.
“I need to piss, pet. But I let the viewers decide where I should relieve myself. Guess what won, bitch.”
I scream, anger and shame pumping blood in my cheeks as I try to fight you. I struggle against the handcuffs, unable to escape or even run. Despair and shame take over me as I feel the warm stream going down my throat, filling my mouth and dripping on my chin. I can’t go back.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t3seuo/the_drunk_intern_p3