The Path – Part 4 – Beth For Use [M52, F] [Bondage]

It was only a few days before I got another text from Beth with a time. Now. It had been a shit day at the office, and I could use some… therapy. I was already on the way home, but I turned around. I returned to The Dungeon, and was surprised to see Sara waiting for me in the hallway. She smiled brightly and opened the door and ushered me in.

“Welcome back,” she said, and ran her hand down my back and squeezed my ass as I walked through.

“Thanks,” I said slightly taken aback, but also very intrigued.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a good night. Have a seat,” she said, and took a chair for herself.

I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and waited.

“You look rough. Everything okay?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Rough day at the office. It happens.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but, this should help boost your spirits, don’t you think?”

I nodded and took a drink. “I hope so.” I was almost doubtful. It had been one of those days where it was a near thing just packing up my shit and walking out. I was almost afraid of what I might be capable of in this mood.

Sara smiled again, but this time it was a predatory smile. One I knew well from the mirror.

“Oh, then this is perfect.”

“So, who is it tonight? Or what do they want?”

“Beth.”

I raised an eyebrow, my interest piqued.

“She had a rough day too and wants to play.”

I nodded. “Okay. So what are her preferences?”

“She told me not to tell you. She doesn’t want what you’ve done before.”

Now I was genuinely confused. “Okay…”

“She wants you to use her for your own pleasure. In her own words, all her holes are yours. Do what you want. It doesn’t matter if she cums or not. Tonight is all for you.”

“I don’t understand.”

She smiled, with what looked almost like pity. “You know, I bet you don’t. Here’s the thing, Sam. Some of us, me included, sometimes don’t want to think. We want to be told what to do, when to do it, and how hard. It lets us completely surrender control. Hell, if you wanted to, you could walk in there, sit down, and have her fuck herself while you watch. Or spank herself. Whatever you want. She’s yours. Use her. That’s what she wants. As always, there’s no toy in there you can’t use on her. She chose them all herself. Frankly, I’m a little wet thinking about what you might do.” She spread her legs, pulled her thong aside, and fingered herself so I could hear how wet her pussy was. “See?”

I licked my lips without even thinking about it. She had a lovely pussy, and a hood piercing.

“Don’t worry, Sam. You’ll get to play with me eventually. I promise,” she said and covered herself back up.

I started rolling ideas around in my mind, and it felt dangerous.

“Oh shit, she’s right… you do have a streak. Your eyes…”

“Yeah, I know.” It was like I was becoming a different person. Someone I didn’t like to be.

“Embrace it, Sam. This is the place where he can come out. Beth is definitely the person who can take him.”

“I hope so,” I said and stood to get undressed.

“I’m going to go, because I’m so horny I’m afraid if I’m this close to your cock you might not get through the curtain. Have fun, Sam, and remember, safe word still applies.”

I got myself undressed, took a deep breath and held it for a moment, then slowly blew it out before I walked through the curtain.

Beth was sitting on a bench, naked, but stood and walked to the center of the room. “I’m yours, Sir. All my holes are yours. My body is yours. Use me for your pleasure.”

It was an immediate shift. My mind finished its journey into that little dark corner I tried to keep locked away. Beth unlocked it easily, not by pissing me off like everyone else, but because she wanted to see it. She wanted to experience it. But I was still a bit afraid of it.

“What do you really want, Beth?” I asked as I approached.

“To please you, Sir.”

I looked into her eyes when she spoke, and she meant it. She’d gone through a shift too, but in the complete opposite direction. This was a game, in a way, but it was also as real as it got. The array of toys on the table was impressive, and I was ready to use them.

I picked up a pair of nipple clamps joined by a heavy polished steel chain. Standing in front of her, I attached one to each nipple, then gave them a tug. “Too tight?”

“Do as you wish, Sir.”

She wasn’t going to give me any feedback at all. That closed the door to that dark corner of my mind, and I was on the other side of it. “I will,” I said as I tightened them all the way. I watched her face as I did, and she barely flinched when I made the last twist. I gave them another tug and nodded. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“For you, Sir.”

I looked around the room while I considered, and saw exactly what I wanted. I put my hand on her shoulder and guided her to a small padded table, big enough for her torso, but her legs would hang off, and there was a headrest attached to the top, like for a massage table. I picked up some rope on the way.

“Lay down, face up. I want to hear you moan. Gasp. Cry out if you want to. It pleases me.”

“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.”

She did, and then used her hands to pull her knees up as far as she could. I looked down at her pussy, and her asshole, and licked my lips. I’d be fucking those before the night was up. I gave her pussy a hard slap before I started wrapping the rope around her leg, binding her lower and upper legs together, and wrapped her hand in as well. Then repeated the same on the other side. When I was done, she was perfectly in position, every hole open to me, just waiting. I fastened wide straps across her torso to keep her on the table so she couldn’t accidentally fall off, then stood back and enjoyed the view for a moment.

Next, I picked up a plug and lubed it up before I slid it into her ass, and gave it a few taps. She sucked in a breath when it went in and closed her eyes, I thought in pleasure. Seeing her body open for me got me rock hard, and I looked over her as I decided what to do next.

In any other time, I’d take my time and play with her, make sure she would cum a few times. Tonight, she might get to cum, if I let her. I thought back to our first meeting, and walked around to the head of the table and pulled out the headrest. She let her head fall back, not violently, but willingly.

“Open your mouth wide.”

“Yes, Sir.” And she did.

I stepped up to her and guided my cock into her mouth. She put her tongue over her bottom teeth so it didn’t scrape on the way in, and she closed her lips around it. I picked up the chain for the clamps and gave them a good hard tug as I shoved my cock deeper into her mouth. I could feel her moan, the vibrations traveling up through me to my balls, and I started fucking her throat.

“My throat, Beth. My tits. My pussy. My ass,” I grunted and fucked her throat hard. She was gagging and choking, and I hesitated and pulled out to give her a chance to breathe. She couldn’t use the safe word if my cock was in her throat, so I wanted to give her a chance to bail.

She coughed and panted, but caught her breath quickly. “My throat is yours, Sir.”

That was all I needed to hear, I was locked in. I pulled on the clamps again, hard, and she cried out. While her mouth was open I slid my cock back in and resumed fucking her throat. Damn it felt good. Not just the fucking, but the control. I kept going for several minutes, pausing now and then to let her breathe, then going back to it. I could feel I was about to cum, but I wasn’t ready yet, so I pulled out and stood back. Tears were running down to her long hair that was dragging the floor, and she panted, but she didn’t say the word.

“Good girl.”

I don’t think I’d ever been this hard. The sheer thrill of this kind of control was… dangerous. It would be way too easy to slip and go too far, so I reigned myself back, a little. I had to maintain control.

I lifted her head, gently, and slid the headrest back into place before laying her head back on it, careful not to trap any of her hair in the attachments, then I tapped her cheek. “Good girl,” I said again, then gave one of her tits a slap, which elicited a lovely gasp.

I used my thumbs to open her pussy and look, and it was very, very wet. “My goodness. Look how nice and juicy your pussy is now. I bet you’d like it fucked good wouldn’t you?”

“I just want to please you, Sir. I don’t want anything but that.”

I slapped her pussy, over, and over. She gasped a few times, and wiggled a bit on the table. Then I slid myself inside and gasped at how tight her pussy was. It gripped me immediately. I slowly slid myself in, and all the way out. Every time she would feel my head pushing through her wet lips and deep inside.

“Do not cum,” I said. “If you’re about to cum, you let me know.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

I gave one of her tits a slap, then the other.

She gasped. “Yes, Sir. I will not cum.”

“Mmmm… your pussy feels good, Beth. You like my cock in side you, don’t you? Tied up, just getting fucked?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good,” I said, and pounded her hard for about five seconds. I watched her tits bounce around, the sound of the chain just barely audible over the sound of skin on skin and her wet pussy, then went back to slowly sliding in and out.

Part of me wanted to fuck her, finish, and be done… but I was enjoying this. Not only the pleasure I was feeling, but the control. It was my decision if she would cum or not, and that was a hell of a feeling.

Her head was back, her eyes closed, and she was feeling good, I could tell. I liked that. Part of what brought me pleasure, was seeing pleasure on her face. I watched her, and pounded her hard again for another few seconds until I felt like I was getting close, then slowed down again.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Sir, I was close and didn’t tell you.”

I pulled out, took a step back, and delivered 10 slaps to her pussy. “Don’t forget again.”

“Fuck! Yes, Sir.”

I slid back inside and pounded her hard again, watching her face as her mouth opened and closed. She was getting close.

“I’m going to cum!”

I stopped and pulled out again and watched her pussy. It pulsed once, on the very edge of an orgasm, but stopped.

She was panting hard, likely exerting some effort to stop herself from reaching the orgasm that was mine to control.

“Good girl,” I said, and stroked her pussy with my fingers, giving her clit a little rub which caused her to twitch.

“You’re right there on the edge, aren’t you?” I asked as I slid my cock back into her pussy and started slowly in and out again.

“Fuck. Yes, Sir.”

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

“I don’t want anything. I want to please you.”

I pushed all the way in and leaned forward. My body ground on her clit while I undid and removed the nipple clamps. She gasped, and her nipples shriveled up and became as hard as I’d ever seen any nipples. Ever.

“Mmmmm… I love when your nipples get that hard. I bet they’re soooo sensitive right now,” I said and gave one a pinch, which caused her to gasp and flinch.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now cum on my cock.” And I pounder her pussy hard. It only took about 10 seconds before she cried out and her body quivered.

“Fuck yes! Oh fuck!”

I thrust deep inside and held myself there, relishing the feeling of her pussy clenching me, then slowly started out and in again.

She was panting as the orgasm subsided, then I started fucking hard again. “Now cum for me again.”

It was less than a minute before I knew I was going to bust. “Now!”

And she did. I felt her pussy contract and grip just as I started filling her with my own cum. I slowed down, but couldn’t stop. The feeling of her pussy walls closing in and releasing pulled the cum right out of me, and I groaned. “Fuuuuck. Yes.”

As I stood there, still inside her, I undid the ropes that held her legs and hands. She extended them slowly, carefully, and wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me there for a minute, then let them fall. I pulled out and undid the straps on the table that held her on, then took a few steps back and stood. I could feel the juice on my cock pooling at the head as it shrunk down.

“Now clean me off.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, slid off the table, went down to her knees and used her mouth to clean off my cock and balls.

It was like the switch flipped back when she was done. It was over.

I held out my hand to help her up, and she accepted.

“You good?”

She smiled, a bit out of it still. “I’m fucking great. I was right about you.”

“Come on. Let’s go relax a bit before we leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

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