*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
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Maggie would sometimes reflect back on her past while she ate at the dinner table with her husband and young son. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she was back in high school, living a more exciting life and running around with an old crush of hers. Getting into all kinds of trouble and talking for hours. He was the only person she felt made her feel like more than just a high school girl. She wanted to say something to him, ask him out, but she was just too shy then. He never did end up asking her out, always too busy with his own endeavors until he eventually graduated two years before she would walk that stage.
Maggie never saw him again when he left for college. In the two years it took for her to graduate, she met her now husband. He was a good enough man. Helped her through some hard times, was there for her during her college years and they eventually had a son together. But there was that feeling in the back of her mind. One she could never escape. The fact that her husband never made her feel the way her crush did. She was able to make peace with it. At least that was the lie she told herself while the feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Subtly haunting her.
So leave it to life to have a strange sense of humor when Maggie was dropping her son off at elementary school that she’d turn and see that all too memorable face standing across the street smiling and waving at her. She felt her knees get weak but was undoubtedly excited, running over to hug an old friend. The two ended up getting a coffee together and reminisce about the old days. Laughing at their old shenanigans. In that moment, Maggie felt just as alive all those years ago, but it did beg the question.
“What are you doing back here? Far from home, isn’t it?”
He was silent for what felt like a solid five minutes to Maggie before finally speaking.
“You know Maggie. In all the years I’ve been on this earth. All the women I’ve met. None of them quite made me feel the same way you did back in high school.”
Maggie felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart flutter with joy when she heard those words. But it didn’t stop her from asking the obvious.
“So why didn’t you make a move then?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I was young. And oh so stupid. I thought maybe, there might be someone else out there. That it was just a high school thing you know. I realize now how wrong I was and that I should’ve said something. Done something. And I regret it every day since.”
“Maggie…” he paused, putting his hand on top of hers. She felt her body heat up as her mind jumped back to her younger years. “You want to give this a shot.”
As much as she wanted to say yes, she pulled her hand back in a fluster, “I-I can’t…I’m married now.”
“You don’t think I know that already.” He leaned back, his voice sounded ever so slightly annoyed that Maggie pulled her hand back. “Maggie. I know that you know this is what’s right. You want to live the rest of your life in regret?”
This man had power over Maggie that she didn’t even realize as his words infested her brain and fed that thought that had been haunting her for years. He was still just as good looking now as he was then. In fact, more grizzled from age and experience. Her mind began to wander until she was in a deep haze, almost like a trace as she stared right at him with a slightly open mouth shaking her head. “No…”
“Then take a ride with me.” He reached out his hand and Maggie slowly but happily accepted it.
Maggie got right in his car and took her to the hotel he was staying at. Impressed and surprised just how luxurious it all was and how he could afford even one night. It wasn’t a thought she had long to linger about as he wasted no time once they were in the elevator. He pinned her against the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Maggie could feel her arousal building and kissed back. Their tongues intertwined with each other. His lips moving down her to neck and kissing them, nibbling them perfectly. Causing her to moan from pleasure just from that. The elevator door opened on the top floor. He reached out his hand again.
“I won’t make you Maggie. Last chance to stop here and now. You coming?”
“Mhm.” Maggie felt like that little girl again. Embarrassed and unable to speak properly as she grabbed his hand and crossed the point of no return.
Maggie entered his hotel room and the two crashed onto the bed. Taking each other’s clothes off and admiring each other’s bodies. He reach down and began to play with her pussy. A motion that made Maggie jump and make a cute ‘oh’ sound. Feeling fingers enter her for the first time.
“What was that?” He asked playfully.
“It’s nothing.” Maggie felt her face getting red with embarrassment.
“Maggie…have you never been touched like this before?” As he fingers delved deeper inside her and moved in ways Maggie could never comprehend.
“Ohhhh! I’ve only ever been with my husband…oh fuck….” She began to squirm, grab at the bed sheets and cover her face with her hands.
“Maggie. I’m surprised a girl like you ended up like this. You could have any guy with your beauty. Your body.”
“Guess I got hung up on one guy.” Maggie’s eyes were filled with lust as she looked up at her old crush.
That was it for both of them. They dissented into a passionate, deep and lustful state of mind and embraced each other. Maggie held on tight as he lifted her off the ground and fucked her with ease. Their moaning so loud that the thick concrete walls couldn’t stop all of it from entering the neighboring rooms. Maggie felt more than just alive that day. More than just some reminiscing high school girl. She felt complete as his cock moved in and out of her. Making her feel more pleasure than she’d ever experienced in her life. By the end of the night, Maggie was completely burnt out. Sleeping silently in the bed.
The next morning, she woke up to the sound of her phone going crazy. She looked around to see that the man she made passionate love with had disappeared. She looked over to the nightstand where her phone was, but noticed a note, ignoring the call.
“You’ll see me again. I promise.”
Maggie felt warm enough inside to smile, but she was brought back down to reality when she noticed that her husband had been calling and texting her all morning. She called back in a haste. He called wondering where she had gone, that he had to pick up their son. She apologized and felt horrible for what she had done. A feeling that built on itself until she felt absolute shame. She may not have married the man of her dreams, but she was still in a committed relationship. She still had a son to take care of and that was all thrown away when her crush entered her life again. She drove back home, lying to her husband that an old friend had gotten into some trouble that she couldn’t ignore. Maggie thought that this was it for her. Even though she would have like nothing more than to rewrite history. This is her life now.
The following week, Maggie would get calls from an unknown number. She knew it had to be him so she deliberately ignored them. Then she started getting texts.
“When are we going to met again?”
“I want to show you something.”
“You okay? You can talk to me, you know?”
Maggie couldn’t stare at another text, feeling that urge to reply so she ended up blocking the number. Another week would go by, and Maggie would feel a small semblance of normalcy again. Dropping off her son and meeting her husband for their monthly date night. That’s when her stomach dropped when she saw her crush hanging out with her husband. The latter of which was happily waving her over to join us.
“Honey, you’ll never guess who I ran into? He use to go to the same high school as us” clearly excited as Maggie sat at the table nervously. Her crush with a devilish expression on his face that her husband clearly wasn’t picking up.
“Hey, it’s hard to forget the basketball MVP of quarter 3!” Her crush said as he playfully punched her husband’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe you remembered that.” Laughing a little awkwardly.
“It was a big deal man. That’s an achievement and you should be proud of it.” Reaffirming Maggie’s husband’s confidence.
“Oh, now that you’re here honey, I’m going to get us some drinks. You want anything?”
“Just a glass of water. Two glasses actually.” Her expression unmoving as she stared at her crush.
“And you man?”
“I’ll have a beer. And could you ask them how long it would take to make a margarita?”
“No problem. I’ll be right back!”
Maggie’s husband left her and her crush alone and was out of earshot before he spoke again.
“I don’t like being ignored Maggie.”
“What are you doing here!” She leaned in and aggressively whispered.
“Remember when I said, last chance to stop?”
“Look…” Maggie bobs her head down in shame before bringing it back up to make eye contact with her crush. “That was a moment of weakness. I felt needy. But I have a marriage. I have a kid. I can’t-“
Before she could finished her next sentence, her crush looked around and silently took out his phone and showed her a video of them having sex. Maggie felt her entire body go cold as she stared at herself getting railed from behind and her hair pulled, screaming, begging for him to fuck her harder.
“Imagine what your husband might do if he found out about this? Wonder who’ll get the kid. Don’t think the courts would let a degenerate like you take care of a child. Hm?”
“What do you want?” Maggie begged.
“I want to met up again. Hotel room. Ten o clock. This Saturday. Make an excuse. Wear something sexy. No underwear. Don’t show up. And I’ll post on that Facebook page your husband frequents.”
“Okay guys I’m back. Turns out they don’t make margaritas here dude.” Maggie’s husband returned just in time.
“That’s okay man. Beer is good enough.”
“Here you go honey. Ooo. Looks like you do need some water, good call.”
Maggie’s crushed smiled as the two had dinner together and talked about the hood old days. Only this time, Maggie wasn’t laughing. She stared at the man who had the very tools to destroy everything she built up and cared about. And there was no one to blame but herself. Maggie hardly got any sleep that night or the following nights as Saturday approached. She lied to her husband again saying she had to follow up on her friend’s emergency. Dressed in a trench coat even though it wasn’t raining. She got to the hotel where a staff member gave her a card. She arrived and entered to see him standing over the window. The same window he had her pressed against just a couple weeks ago. Without even turning around he ordered.
“Drop the coat.”
Maggie assumed he saw her from the top floor, but did as she was instructed. Revealing her tight backless dress. High red heel stilettos and a necklace she only wore once before. He turned around and smiled.
“You look lovely. I trust you’re not wearing anything under there.”
Maggie nodded her head. Only this time out of humiliation instead of embarrassment.
“Address me properly Maggie. Or my mood will sour real fast. That’s ‘Yes Sir.’ Say it now.”
Maggie could feel her face getting red again. She felt the humiliation and anger building inside her. But what other choice did she have. She still wanted to preserve her marriage in some way.
“Yes Sir…” she said reluctantly.
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
Maggie did as she was told and turned around to reveal her back to her crush. She didn’t know what to expect, but a blind fold was not on the top of her list. It was wide and a thick fabric that left her in complete darkness. The next thing Maggie felt was some sort of stiff material wrapping her neck, followed by a clicking sound that she could tell came from a small lock.
“I don’t know about this.” Maggie said as she began to squirm and attempted to remove the blindfold. But her crush wasn’t having it. He grabbed at her wrists from behind her and forcefully brought them to her chest. Leaning in and bring his mouth right towards her ear.
“You defy me one more time and I send that video right to you husband. Understand?” He growled intensively that send shivers down Maggie’s spine. A sensation that materialized right into her pussy as pleasure. Making her wet.
“Yes S-Sir…” she said out of straight fear.
“Good girl.” Before nibbling her ear lobe and continuing his work.
He grabbed at Maggie’s wrists and guided them up. Her mind was on edge as she felt the same material on her neck wrap around her wrist. Another click. Then her other wrist. When he was done, Maggie tried to bring her wrists down only to finally realize that she had been restrained to some metal bar that kept her arms up and spread apart. Then he grabbed at her ankles that met a similar fate. She struggled to keep her balance in her heels as her legs were made to stay open with another metal bar. However, walking wasn’t going to be an issue for her as her crush suddenly grabbed her by her waist, picked her up and violently slammed her onto the hotel bed in a bent position. Ignoring her screams.
There was no way to brace her landing with the arm bar as Maggie went face first into the mattress. She breathed quickly as her dress had been hiked up a little by the intensity of her crush’s power. Unable to stop the adrenaline from translating to arousal inside her pussy and could feel the cold air of the room brushing against her wetness as she laid there bent over the side. She could feel the tips of his fingers sliding underneath her dress and lifting the rest of it up to her waist. Thinking how soft and gentle he was about it, only to be reminded about her current situation as he slammed both of his hands down on her ass cheeks. The sensation was absolutely painful as her skin stung and the feelings lingered. His hands firmly grasping her flesh and spreading them apart. She could even feel her taint being stretched, a small stinging sensation, as he played with her body like his personal toy. She never felt so objectified in her life and never imagined the man she had such a crush on was capable of such cruelty. Then the moment of truth as he leaped on top of her, his harden cock pulsating and resting over her wet pussy. A sensation she couldn’t help but make a small squeaking yelp to as her twitching lips began to hug his shaft.
“You want this inside you cunt?” He asked tauntingly.
A question that Maggie knew she should have hated, and yet her body still remembered that first night they had together in this very room, betraying her mind.
It felt so involuntarily but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Yes Sir…” instinctively.
“Ask for it cunt.” He growled, pressing his arm against the her back and pushing her further into the bed.
“Please fuck me…” Maggie said, turning her head into the mattress so that it was hard to hear.
“What was that?” He demanded. His voice causing her pussy to shiver. Something he surely noticed.
“Please fuck me Sir!” Maggie finally admitted and shouted and she was finally subjected to his cock moving in and out of her. Unable to stop her body from tightening around it and making her mind go crazy. Despite all that had happened, all that he’d done, she was still his in a way. The memory plaguing her mind all those years infesting her brain and altering it.
Maggie spent another night at that hotel room, only it wasn’t spent making love, he was fucking her like a living fleshlight. His personal toy. She couldn’t close her legs, or wrap them or her arms around his body as he laid on top of her. Couldn’t protest as she took a cock larger than she’d ever handle down her throat. Feeling his hand squeeze it as his cock slid up and down her esophagus. Subjected to paddles and whips striking her body, her tits and her ass. Not understanding why the pain felt so good to her. It was that night that her Master revealed his intentions in there purest form.
“I wasn’t lying when I said you were the only girl for me Maggie. Of all the girls I fucked, none of them made me feel the way you made me feel, and we didn’t even have sex yet. You could’ve played this out. Settled in court. But now I have to take control. Not just of your life, but his as well.”
Maggie didn’t one hundred percent know what he meant as her mind was in an ecstasy filled haze. She laid there on that bed that night, her Master resting on top of her, still bound, his cum dripping out of her pussy, the taste of it still lingering in her mouth, not realizing that her old life had died that day. She was now his. And much much more.
The man who use to be Maggie’s crush now turned into her Master. He stayed two more weeks in Maggie’s home town, bonding with her husband, and even going so far as to pick her son up from school. She thought how messed up it was seeing the man blackmailing her interacting with her son and yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but notice how happy he was. In fact, her Master was doing a better job of teaching her son new things and helping him understand them than her own husband was. And her oblivious husband was completely fine with it. It was as if he was in denial that this man had entered their lives and started hanging out with his wife more and more and raising their son. Maggie’s Master told her after another session in the hotel room, while her cunt and mouth were stuffed that it was because he was as beta as they come. He knew it when he saw it in high school. How his MVP award was given to him out of pity. How he planned on having Maggie lock his cock in a cage, so that he was the only one that would be allowed to fuck Maggie. And she took it all in stride, thinking how she’d do anything for her Master.
Her Master ended up moving back to his place several states away. It would be quite some time before he could move closer to his prize slave. In the meantime, Maggie was to take charge of her marriage. She’d become a fake Dominatrix for her husband who gladly submitted to her. Only to have his cock caged and teased by Maggie’s pussy. Oblivious to the fact he’s never fuck her again. That there was someone else pulling the strings. And while Maggie’s husband was at work, trying not to think about his wife with the cage around him, she was back home calling her Master on the computer. It had been weeks since they started their online session and Maggie was to torture and edge herself on her Master’s command. Informed that she wouldn’t be allowed to cum either until he was back with her and his cock was buried deep inside her. A day she couldn’t wait for as the weeks ticked down to his moving day. In the meantime, she remains his loyal denial slut.
“Good girl. On time once again. I’ll only make you spank yourself fifty times this session.”
“Thank you Sir…” her voice now different. More innocent and pathetic sounding as she allowed this man to take control of her life.
“Now show me how wet that cunt is.”
“Yes Sir…” Maggie lifted up her dress and could feel her aroused juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. Getting more turned on at showing her Master over the computer.
“Let’s get this edge started. Grab the eight incher. You’re ready.”
It was hard to imagine what Maggie’s life could’ve been like if she or her Master had made the first move and gotten together all those years ago. But all of that doesn’t matter now. She’s happy now. And she can’t wait for her Master to return so that she can offer all of herself to him once again. Forever his loyal cunt.
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