**THE MAN AT THE DINING TABLE**
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).
*For avoidance of doubt, all characters in this story are aged 21 and over.*
Liza wakes to find herself in the thrall of a strange man.
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When Liza woke in the morning, there was a man she had never seen before at the dining table, sipping coffee. She crept out to confront him wrapped in a bedsheet, because for some reason all the clothes were missing from her wardrobe.
“Hello Liza,” he said to her calmly. “Drop the bedsheet, you won’t be needing it.”
She did not drop the sheet. “Who are you?” she demanded. “What are you doing in my house?”
“Liza,” he said, as if explaining to a child, “you are naked and unarmed, and there is a strange man in your house. Do you want to make him happy, or unhappy. Drop the bedsheet. In fact, why don’t we go into your bedroom?”
He led the way. Liza unhappily followed. When he motioned for her to sit on the bed, she did so, leaving the bedsheet on the floor. She blushed at his gaze on her naked body.
“Spread your legs, Liza,” he told her. “You look prettier when you’re not trying to pretend you’re not a slut.”
She flushed further, hesitated, then saw the steely look in his eyes. He was not joking, and he did not have infinite patience. She parted her legs, showing him her fuckhole.
“I have sent your clothes to landfill, Liza, because you will not be needing them anymore. You did not have good taste in clothes. From now on you will dress in the clothes I choose for you.”
“I have obtained access to your Google calendar. You will keep it up to date with your work and social commitments. Each morning, exactly an hour before you have to leave for your first appointment of the day, a woman will knock on your door. When you answer it you will be naked, because you will not have any clothes in your house. You will also be masturbating. You will kiss her on the lips. If she finds the kiss to be suitably passionate, and your cunt to be sufficiently wet, she will give you a package, and inside the package you will find your clothes for the day. On weekends she will come an additional hour early, and you will thank her for the package by giving her the choice of licking your cunt or having you lick hers. Either way, this will happen on your doorstep where your neighbours can see.”
“If you behave yourself, you will not lose your job or your friends. Your clothes will be appropriate for your calendar, although those around you will begin to sexualise you more than you are used to. You may find many of the outfits embarrassing. You may also find them painful. If I send you nipple clamps, or a butt plug, you *will* wear them.”
“Immediately after the last appointment of your day, you will head home if you are out, and stand on the front doorstep of your house. You will strip completely naked before going inside, leaving all your clothes on the porch in public view. You will then masturbate until you feel you are about to orgasm, before stopping and going inside. You are never to make yourself orgasm, although you may masturbate as much as you like. The clothes will be collected and taken away overnight. If you have somehow acquired extra clothes during your day, you will leave them on the porch too. You will never again have clothes inside this house.”
“Why would I do all this?” asked Liza, trying to sound defiant.
“Because clearly it is easy to enter your house while you are asleep, Liza,” said the man. “And you can either play my game, or we will play a game about when and where you are fucked in your sleep. My game involves much prettier and more expensive clothes than you were ever able to afford for yourself, Liza.”
He walked over to her and, almost casually, pulled his erect cock out of his pants. It bounced in front of her face.
“Now, thank me for what I have done to your life, Liza.”
She stared at the cock in front of her face for a long moment. She looked up at him in fear. She thought about what it would be like to live as he was proposing. She blushed.
And then she opened her mouth and thanked him.
(END)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/yy6gzl/the_man_at_the_dining_table_m38_f26_noncon