***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I sat in a chair next to her, catching my breath. From the side, I could see the curve in her back dip under the bar that I had placed there previously. Her larger than proportionate ass creating a rounded curve that leveled out down her legs. She was facing me, watching me watch her. In public, this wouldn’t be appropriate. You can’t directly stare at the curves of a woman’s body without coming off as creepy. But here, that’s all there was to do.
“You know that I know you, right? You come to my yoga classes, David. You let me get in your car. People are going to connect us.” Just thinking about the juxtaposition of this room to my life made me feel aroused again. Maybe I should have been afraid or nervous. I wasn’t. “I also went with my wife a few times too and I’m not the only person who attends your classes. You willingly came to my car in the back, where you conveniently don’t have cameras. So anything on camera (if I am on any) looks consensual. Then include the fact that you were going to a parade, with possibly thousands of people. I think I’ll be alright, but it’s sweet that you’re concerned.” Her brows furrowed “I’m not concerned asshole, I can identify you and you’ll be one of the people that the police talk to.”
I stood up and walked over to her, running my thumb along her lower lip. She yanked back, so I held her head in place and punched her lip. She cried out in pain, the cut lightly bleeding on her lower lip from where her teeth cut through. “You want to use bad language, your mouth will hurt every time you speak. Would you like to repeat what you said or apologize?” She looked at me, still angry. She had quite the fight in her, I like it. She didn’t say anything. “Well, slut? What will it be, because those are the only two options. Apologize for your behavior or repeat it again and I’ll repeat the same punishment until you choose the right option.” She sniffled, crying slightly but trying to hold back. “I’m-I’m sorry for calling you an asshole.”
I crouched at face level with her, enjoying the the victory. I placed my palm lovingly on her face, cradling the injury “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She looked back at me with bloodshot and tired eyes, shaking her head back and forth no. I leaned in and kissed her lip, her flinching at the impact against the bruise. I knew it would. I enjoy that despite it being such a soft, delicate thing, it still hurt. She didn’t look at me now, more embarrassed and uncomfortable with the small dose of intimacy being received from her captor than she seemed to be with pain. I stood back up and took a seat back in my chair.
I pulled out my phone, opening my pictures app. “Here, now you can see what I see” I told her, opening the photos that I had taken of her passed out. “You’re disgusting” she told me. Ignoring her rude comment, I turned the phone back to me. Once I changed the picture to the next one, I faced it back to her “oh look, here you are again.” This picture was from the back. Her ass and pussy bright and displayed clearly for the picture. Her face displayed anger, no verbal response coming from her. I switched the picture again. “This is my personal favorite” I said, showing her the picture of her face with my cum dripping from her mouth and onto the surface below her. I could tell that she had tasted something earlier but wasn’t sure, but now she was. “You fucked me while I was asleep?!” She yelled at me. I looked at her, confused as to why she was surprised. “You act as though I don’t have you hidden in a room underground that no one else knows exists.” She grunted, her teeth gritting as she said “I hate you.”
I know she does. I don’t care. I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to do things that I like without being stunted, safeworded or stopped. I finished my fourth glass of whiskey, leaving the glass empty this time and walked over and unlatched the bar against her lower back. I moved to her legs, unbinding them from contraption. The indents on her legs red and seemingly bruised in areas. I moved to her arms and did the same. She was now untied, but this didn’t increase her mobility quickly. She tried to push up from the position, her arms shaking and buckling “uh.” The second attempt proved to be more successful but then she tried to stand. Crumbling to the ground, she laid there for a few seconds without moving.
I walked around to her, picking her up and placing her in a chair. “You’re likely still pretty dizzy and disoriented from the drug. Not to mention dehydrated. Drink this.” I handed her water, wanting her to finish the entire glass. Yes, she was fuck toy. No, her opinion doesn’t matter. However, if I want to keep her as my fuck toy, then I have to keep her alive. Water is one of those necessities. She took the water asking “is this drugged too?” I’m not surprised she asked, I would suspect me too but no it was just water this time. “No, it isn’t. I would like for you to be aware for the rest of tonight. I’ll be visiting you pretty regularly but there aren’t many weekends when I have all night to be out here so unfortunately for you I’m going to be taking advantage of that tonight.” She lifted the bottle to her mouth and chugged the water. She had to be thirsty, so it was worth the risk.
Once she finished, she sat there with an empty bottle. “That is a reusable bottle. It’s your only bottle so take care of it. You can refill it in the sink.” I told her. “I’m hungry, do you have food too?” She asked. Now food, humans could go weeks without. I wouldn’t be withholding food for that long, but I would be withholding it in return for a certain level of compliance. She would eventually stop being stubborn for food if she got hungry enough. She would be clean and hydrated to prevent death and disease, but I controlled everything else. Because I want to and I can. “That’s earned little lady. You seem to be a bit out from earning it considering you already are failing to be good.” She rolled her eyes at me. I just told her that she won’t eat if she’s bad, so she rolls her eyes at me? Ha!
“Stand up” I told her. She did and I grabbed the chair, moving it to the middle of the room. I walked over to my cabinets, grabbing a dildo that can suction to surfaces and then grabbed some handcuffs. I returned back to her chair, and suction cupped the dildo to the chair, telling her “sit.” She sat down, but not on the dildo. Instead, it protruded through the middle of her legs. “You know what I meant” I said to her in a stern but annoyed tone. She sat up, lining the tip of the dildo to her pussy and slid down on it. She looked uncomfortable, sitting there stuck with this object invading her inside for the foreseeable future.
I moved towards her, unlocking the handcuffs and placing them around her wrists. Using one of the ropes that had already been used previously, I wrapped it around the chain in between the cuffs and tied it to a metal loop installed on the ceiling. Her hands and arms were now lifted above her, so I walked back to the weapon cabinet and grabbed a crop. Walking back towards her, I could see her eyes widen as she realized what was in my hand. “No no please don’t hit me anymore. I’m tired and already in pain, pleaseeeee” she begged me. I smiled, the sound of her begs exciting me more. I leaned into her, as she recoiled back from me but not gaining much traction. “I know you’re hurting, but you’re making me very very happy. You want that for me, don’t you? To be happy?” She looked at me as though I had hurt her feelings and confused her at the same time. “I just want to sleep,” she stated. “I know you do, and you will have all the time you need for that considering your new home status. For now though, I need you to pay attention.” I told her. She looked at me, knowing that nothing she would say would change what would happen next.
I came down with the crop on the side of her breast, the small amount of fat forming her breast jiggling and reddening. “OW” she screeched in a high pitched yell. I hit her again, next to the previous location. “Nnggg” she squealed. Again. “It stiiiiings” she cried at me. “I know, but your skin is such a pretty shade of red!” I responded, hitting her again. She just jumped and gritted her teeth. I hit her again. She still only gritted her teeth, making no noise. “Oh come on, don’t get shy on me now! You don’t have to be quiet here, this room is entirely sound proof.” The crop landed again, this time on the nipple and she still managed to grit through the pain in silence.
I’m not going to lie, I sound proofed the room so I could listen to the crying and begging. The sound is intoxicating. She seemed to catch on that I enjoyed it so she stopped making noise. That’s an easy fix. “I want you to count when you feel the crop touch your skin, understand me?” She shook her head up and down, indicating to me that she did. The crop hit her breast “o-one” she stuttered in a pained tone trying to mask that it hurt. The crop came down again, “twoooo” she whined. I hit her again, “three-e-e-e.” I walked to the cabinet and put the crop away and returned.
I stood in front of her now, my hard cock directly in her face. I reached up and untied the rope, her hands dropping into her lap. “Get my cock wet and then jack me off with your hands” I demanded. She leaned forward, her hands remaining in her lap and begin to move her mouth back and forth on my dick. Soon her saliva was coating the entire shaft, so she leaned back and brought her cuffed hands up to my rub my dick. “Look up at me, slut.” She complied, rocking her hands up and down my dick while her big, bloodshot and hazel eyes peered back at me. I slapped her in the face and she stopped rubbing my dick and leaned back. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Look up at me and continue, now.” I said angrily. She returned to her previous position and continued. I slapped her again, this time she returned her gaze back to mine and continued rubbing my cock. Slapping her again, this time her eyes were filled with tears again. I maintained eye contact as the tears overflowed onto her cheeks. “Faster” I told her. She begin to move faster and faster, I could feel an orgasm coming again. “Don’t fucking stop looking at me” I told her, moaning and ready to blow. I slapped her one last time, cumming on her forehead and in her eyes the second she returned her gaze.
At this point, the suction cupped dildo was still inside her. She was wet, the juices lining the seat below her. “It’s in my eyes, please wipe it out of my eyes.” She begged. Covered in cum as well as crying, I decided to do something nice for her. “I want you to move up and down on that cock inside you until you cum. Once you cum, you can wipe my cum off your face.” She didn’t move, instead reaching her hands up to her face to wipe the cum off anyway. I grabbed her hands and yanked them down and away, warning her: “do that again and I’ll spend the rest of the night cumming in your eyes and leave you tied.” Her head fell, clearly feeling defeated.
After a minute of contemplation, she gave in and begin to move up and down on the dildo. “There you go, learn to cum to the pain.” She originally moved in a steady, regular motion. She seemed disinterested in the entire situation so I reminded her “you get to stop when you cum, you don’t seem to want that very much.” She stopped and stood up, confusing me at first until she turned around and rested her forearms on the edge of the chair. She sat back down on the dildo and begin grinding. Her hips rolled forward as she went down, and rocked back when she came up. She continued this motion, my sexual attraction towards her in that moment intensifying as she pleased herself. She begin to moan, her eyes closed. As she got closer, she got louder. “Cum, now” I told her, encouraging the current situation. She gripped the chair until her knuckles were white and screamed out, cumming. Once she was finished, I picked her up and placed her on the floor. Throwing a towel toward her so she could clean herself up when she collected herself.
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