Life's Lessons

Life’s Lessons

It bagan simply enough, as almost a lark, I answered an ad in the local singles paper. It was one of those kinky ones that we’re all reading and snickering about, but deep inside they turn us on and we are too ashamed to admit it.

I met Tom for coffee a few days later. He didn’t look like a man who would enjoy playing mean games with women. He was tall, like the ad said, and well built. His eyes were dark and he smiled a lot. Maybe that was what had me fooled, and made me feel safe enough to go the next step.

He knew this would be my fist time at anything other than conventional sex, but he reassured me that it was safe and I wouldn’t be hurt more than I wanted to be. The rules were simple. We would simulate a rape. He told me he had everything in the basement of his house that would allow me to live my fantasy. We even went as far as to decide on a safe word, that night, so that when the game was played I would be able to beg and scream for both our pleasures, and still keep some control over what was happening to me. At the first mention of the safe word, he would stop what he was doing and the game would be over.

Looking back at the night we had coffee, I marvel at how innocent I must have appeared. To have fallen for the lies he was telling me turns my stomach, as I think about it. If there was any warning voice in my head, I was too excited to listen to them. I left the coffee shop with hardened nipples and wet panties at the things we had discussed. I couldn’t wait for that Friday night to come.

He gave me the directions to his house in the suburbs and told me what to wear for the night of our game. All the way to his place I kept looking in my rearview mirror marveling that it was me looking back. The face was the same and the make-up, but there was an excited glow in my eyes I had never seen before. My hands shook as I downshifted to round the last corner and climb the hill that led to his property. My body felt strange in the clothes he had instructed me to wear. I wasn’t used to four-inch heels, or the thong that was all that covered my bottom. My blouse was snug and buttoned down the front. It tucked neatly into the slim fitting very short skirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, something I always did, because my breasts are large and full with puffy nipples. The slightest chill and I give the world a show as they turned knot hard and grew bigger.

I parked under the trees in the back, he had instructed me to do and then went to the front door and ring the bell. My hands shook as I waited for him to answer the door. He kept me waiting a few minutes and I was worried he had changed him mind. Then there he was, dressed in snug fitting jeans and a black tank top. He looked magnificent.

“You really did come,” his mouth twisted into a half-smile as he looked me over, head to foot. “Very nice, but next time your clothes must be tighter.”

“Ahh,” I was taken aback. We had made no mention of a next time. I thought he assumed we would both have such a good time that we would want to repeat the game.

“Come this way,” he led me into the large living room. It was sunken with a fireplace that took up half of one wall. “It is your choice, where you want the game to begin? We can go out side and you can be walking along one of my many paths or….” He grinned and ran his hand along the top of my breast until his fingers lightly touched my right nipple. “Or we can go for it right here and now?”

“This is a game for you too, which do you enjoy more?” I wanted him to get something out of this. I knew it was my first time and was afraid that I would yell out the safe word, bringing it to a halt, before he could get much fun out of it.

“They are equally enjoyable for me, but the garden path on a night like this has the advantage of a bit of added fear for you. I believe that is one of the things that intrigued you about this life style.”

“Yes it is. How did you know?”

“I told you I have done this before.” He turned me toward the patio door, “Go out there and I will follow. You will have five minutes to wander around then I will begin to stalk you.”

Walking through that door was one of the hardest and most enjoyable things I’ve ever done. I was already turned on by the thought of the coming night and now the added pleasure of the capture. He had large trees, of oak, maple and weeping willow leading out off the patio. I followed the path as it twisted through an almost maze like wild garden. It was hard to believe that the area was maintained, but it was too neat not to have been.

Time had no meaning as I explored. It was the crunch of a stick behind me that made me aware that I wasn’t alone on the path anymore. Looking around I tried to see Tom, but I didn’t see anything except ferns, trees, and wildly blooming rhodendran bushes. A soft whistle to my right made me jump. The tune was a familiar one, but I couldn’t place it. The sound seemed to be moving along with me, but again, I didn’t see anyone as I looked around.

“Who’s there?” I called out, suddenly afraid I may have wandered off Tom’s property and was about to be found by someone I didn’t know.

An odd laugh was my only answer, until I heard the heavy footsteps from behind. I couldn’t stop myself, something in me said run, and I did. But I couldn’t go very fast in the unfamiliar heels. In no time a pair of muscular arms circled me and pulled me close to his chest. He looped a rope around my wrists and pulled it tight, then threw a cloth bag over my head.

“What has wandered into my snare, a ripe little bird?” I recognized Tom’s voice in my ear as I tried to fight him. “Oh good, she has spirit. The kind I like best.” He turned me around, but I wasn’t able to see a thing through the hood. It made my heart pound and my blood race. Using the rope around my wrists he pulled them high above my head. He was much taller than my short frame of 5’2”, so he was able to force me to stand very straight with my breasts thrust out in front.

“Let me go please!” I whispered as I felt his free hand move over my breasts. Our safe word had been ‘dictionary,’ so I could play along for both our enjoyment.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m not finished with you.” He squeezed my left breast and laughed as I gasped in surprise. “Oh yes very ripe indeed!”

He tossed me over his shoulder and turned. I had lost all sense of direction, and it took us only a few minutes to get back to the house. Once in the house I head a door slam and we started down some stairs that seemed to go on forever. Then through another door, this one slammed and I could hear a lock being turned. The sound of the locked sent a fresh bold of fear through me.

My tied hands were attached to something and he lowered my feet to the ground, if I hadn’t been standing on my tiptoes, I would have been suspended. He pulled the hood off my head and I saw I was tied in the middle of a large room. Blinking I looked around at all the things he had there. My mouth dropped open when I saw the large table that was set with wrist and ankle restraints, two stocks of different height, a padded saw horse with cuffs attached to all four legs and shelves with toys that I didn’t recognize and some that I did.

Looking at him with panic in my face, the thought of calling out the safe word crossed my mind. He was standing very close to me and could read my fear in my eyes. “Not what you expected?” He smiled and his hand came up and he pinched my nose cutting off my air supply until my jaw dropped open. He stuffed a large ball gag in my mouth and tied it behind my neck. “Let the real game begin!” He laughed as I strained to get out of the ropes and push the ball out of my mouth.

Fear made me almost immobile until I felt his hands moving over my breasts again. Then I raised my right knee as fast as I could, trying to kick him, but he was too fast for me.

“Cunt,” he shouted as he pulled back. “You will learn that I am in control here!” Reaching for ropes I hadn’t seen on the floor before, he cuffed them to my ankles, then moved to a pulley system at the wall and began spreading my legs. The tight little skirt I was wearing rode higher and higher up my thighs as my legs were spread. My arms throbbed from the sudden weight they were forced to hold as my feet were pulled apart and I was suspended inches from the ground.

His hands reached for the buttons of my blouse and he bagan to unbutton them one at a time, slowly exposing more and more of my naked breasts. Then he stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. “Didn’t you tell me that the idea of having your cloths torn off was a turn on?” He grinned as he grabbed my collar and pulled, sending buttons flying. “Was that what you expected? I’d hate to have a slut like you disappointed.”

Whimpering I shook my head no, trying to make him stop. I was exposed as he ran his hands over my full pale breasts. “OOHH so nice, do you feel the pleasure yet?”

He enjoyed my humiliation almost as much as he was enjoying the things he was doing to my body. I shook my head trying to clear it. Why had I thought I could trust this man?

Then he unfastened my skirt, and slipped a long knife through the opening. I could hear the slicing sound as he cut through the material. He tossed it aside and cut away what was left of my blouse. I was left hanging there in a thong, 4-inch heels, and a ball gag.

“Very nice,” he muttered and he examined my body. “You are all that I expected and more. So many women tell me they haven’t done this before, but you truly haven’t.” His laugh echoed through the room as he enjoyed my predicament. “Tonight will be a night for you to remember.”

He reached for a jar and slipped on gloves. Taking a handful of the glop in the jar, he grinned at me as he slowly began to massage it into my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. Then he moved to my pussy and rubbed it all over with the cream. Even covering a finger with the material and ramming it up my vagina and anus. My breathing began to catch as I felt a strange tingling begin in my nipples and breasts. It grew and grew until I was whimpering into my gag. The tingling began in my pussy and to my horror in my vagina and anus. Looking at him with wide eyes I realized that the cream was for more than just show.

“That feel good slut?” He reached into the jar and got more and dropped a generous amount on both nipples then moved to my clitoris, vagina and anus. Each got well covered and filled with the cream. “It’s my own special invention. What ever you feel will be magnified over and over again. But the best part is no matter how much pleasure you feel, it will short circuit your ability to cum, for hours.”

He pulled off his shirt as I stood there being driven wild by his cream and his words. Already I could feel the blood rushing to my most sensitive areas as they twitched and throbbed. Then he pulled off his pants and his huge cock hung surrounded by large balls. Putting his gloves back on, he pointed his cock at me as he slowly rubbed a much smaller dose of the cream on himself.

“Now I can fuck you for hours. This works a bit differently when mixed with testosterone. It increases the sensitivity, but keeps me hard even when I cum. I will own every part of you body before the night is out.

I shook my head wildly wanting to be set free, but he only laughed at me as he reached for my nipples and pinching them hard, and pulled.

His touch was all that he said it would be. I felt the increased pain and just having his skin touch mine made me whimper in pleasure. I knew that my hips were moving trying to relieve the sensations in my pussy.

“I forgot to tell you the other night, the thing that turns me on the most is pain, causing a woman pain, especially when I can add a dose of humiliation. And you, my dear, are ripe for both!” He reached for some clamps and put them on my already hard distended nipples. As he tightened them down I screamed into the gag, but no sound came out. The added pain and pleasure shot straight to my clit. When he added weights to pull further on my nipples I thought I was going to pass out. “Oh and by the way, that cream is a wonder, no matter how much pain you feel, you will remain conscious.”

And he was right I felt it all.

He slid the table behind me and reached for my arms that were tied above my head. When he pulled me onto the flat surface I felt a moment of relief as the pressure was taken off my shoulders. It was short-lived because each wrist was pulled tight until he could cuff it to an upper corner of the table. My butt was almost hanging over the lower edge, and my ankles secured to the legs of the table. I was open, exposed, and could hardly move.

Tom locked a collar around my neck and removed the weights from the nipple clamps and attached a chain that was secured to the collar. If I moved my head it would pull on my already pounding nipples. The full weight of my breasts was resting in the clamps and it made my eyes fill with tears.

I could see his cock getting hard as he arranged my body. All the while whistling that tune I had heard outside, but still couldn’t place. The more he did to me the harder he got. By the time he took a small thin leather strap off the shelves and walked toward me, he was fully erect. “You were naughty, you didn’t wear your clothes tight enough. You must be punished.” He raised his hand and the small strap came down on my stomach. It made me jump in my captivity which only added to the pain. When he whipped my inner thighs it took my breath away. When it landed on my breasts with distended throbbing nipples a white hot explosion ripped through my body. His laughter echoed through the room as he beat me over and over again on my most sensitive areas.

When the strap landed on my nipples I thought it was the worst thing I could ever feel. I was wrong. He moved to my pussy and began there. Just hitting the lips was bad enough, but when he spread them and took careful aim at my clit that had been specially treated with his terrible cream I almost went crazy. A flash of blinding black light crossed my vision and I screamed and screamed around the gag.

“Slut you’re such a turn on. Give me a fresh new bitch any day.” He ran his hands over my pussy and admired the red marks the little strap had left on my very fair skin.

His hand went back to my pussy and began moving all over it. His long fingers slid with a whisper of a touch against vaginal opening, as I throbbed in desire and need as well as pain. Then he touched my anus that was puckered and tight.

I almost went wild with fear. That was one of my taboos; no one had been in my bottom before and I had put it on the list of things that would be deal breakers.

“Oh yeah, that tight hole of yours is going to be so much fun.” He reached for the gloves and the cream and gave it an extra reaming going deep with his finger, making me arch my back. He took a large dildo, almost as big as a cock, and shoved it deep in my ass. Then drove much larger cock into my throbbing pussy.

I went wild. The pain was unbelievable. He was huge and with the dildo in me bottom, I was being stretched badly. But part of me needed all he was doing, I wanted him to ride me hard and my hips began to move in time to his.

“That’s it slut, you love getting fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time don’t you?” He pounded so hard he was hitting my cervix, but I couldn’t stop moving my hips. The need was too strong. I kept telling myself that it was only the cream making me feel this way, but it didn’t matter, I still couldn’t stop.

He pounded into me for a long time before he finally came. When he pulled out of me, he was still hard. His cream worked as he said it would for him as well.

He reached for a candle and lit it, holding it where I could see what he was doing, as the wax built up. He grinned while I screamed around the gag as he poured hot wax over my stomach and breasts. When it splashed on my nipples I though the pain would be too much for me to take, but I remained conscious.

He fucked me over and over that night, but no matter what he did to me I found no relief. He kept the dildo tight in my ass. I could feel the fullness and the stretching all the time. It only added to the itching throb that had been caused by the cream. Finally I was moved to the sawhorse. My wrists and ankles cuffed to the its legs. He put the weights back on the nipple clamps so my breasts were pulled on either side of the crossbar.

I was frantic to cum. The need in me was so great that it was frightening. If he hadn’t had me restrained I would have fucked a bottle, anything to give me some relief.

He stooped down so he could look me in the eyes. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

I shook my head yes, as shame washed over me.

“There is only one way that will happen,” he smiled and walked over to a door. “If you want to cum, it must be with HIM.” Tom opened the door and a huge black dog of mixed breed bounded beside me.

I cringed and shook my head no.

“That’s too bad, because Max really has a way with women and I can see he has caught your scent.” He pointed to the dog’s massive cock that was slipping out if its sheath. “If you want to cum you must beg him.” He slipped the gag out of my mouth for the first time that night.

“Go to hell!” I yelled at him as I fought the restraints.

“No slut, it is you who are going to hell.” He grinned and forced the ball gag between my teeth. “Max, go sit,” he called to the dog, as he moved to his worktable and picked up something I couldn’t see.

“You will beg me to let him fuck you before the night is out,” Tom whispered as he stepped closer and pulled the dildo out of my ass and then quickly inserted a larger one.

When he came around in font of my face, he was holding a long handled rod. “This is a cattle prod, but I like to call it my slut prod. Let’s test it shall we.” He laughed as he touched my right nipple with it and turned the handle.

Electrical sparked from the tip and hit my engorged nipple making me scream and scream, but most of the sound was caught in the gag.

“Again!” he yelled and hit my other nipple, making my body buck as the shock jolted me. “Now, for my favorite.” He moved behind me and I could feel the rod going up my vagina.

I shook my head frantically no, but he only laughed, “gotta speak up if you want me to hear you, Cunt!” Then my entire body shook, as I was shocked from inside.

Sweat was running down my face and tears filled my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. I felt his large hand slap my bottom and he moved in front of my face. “What da ya say now, bitch?”

All I could do was shake my head yes. I would agree to anything he wanted to make him stop. He grabbed the gag and pulled it roughly from my face.

“Are you ready for Max now?”

“Please, don’t make me do this,” it came out in a whisper, my throat felt raw from screaming, though none of my screams had gotten past the large rubber ball in my mouth. The safe word had been long forgotten as desire licked at me along with the pain. “I’ll do anything but that!”

“Anything? It is an interesting offer, but we’ll save that for another night. It is Max or nothing, and I am growing weary of waiting. I need to cum again myself, and with those pretty lips of yours finally free, I want your mouth. You answer NOW!” He ran his fingers over my engorged throbbing clit and waved the prod in front of my face as incentive.

“All right, I’ll do it.” Tears of shame ran down my face as Tom pulled a crate behind me, then moved back to my face and waited. I knew what he expected and it was humiliating.

“Max,” I whispered. “Come here Max.”

“Louder slut! We’re growing impatient.”

“Come here Max.” I called out.

“Beg!” Tom yelled as a riding crop came down hard on my bottom. “Beg and call him doggy. Tell him what a slut you are and how much you want to be doggy fucked!” All the while he was yelling at me, Max stood perfectly still and the sound of the crop landing hard on my already red bottom rang through the room.

“Doggy, come here doggie,” the words were ripped from my throat. “Come here I want a doggie fuck.” Once I started with the nasty words they just seemed to flow, anything to relieve my desire and the pain. “Doggy come here doggy please fuck me doggy.”

Max bounded to the crate and climbed it. I could feel the scratch of his claws as his paws covered my back and shoulder. “Fuck me doggy! Fuck me!” Then I felt his huge hot cock probed me and began to push. Tom had left the dildo in my ass and I couldn’t believe how much I was being stretched as I kept begging to be doggy fucked. Tears of shame ran down my face and they seemed to make Tom more excited than he’d been at anytime that night.

He moved in front of me and filled my mouth with his large hard cock. I was being fucked from both ends and was so excited I rocked my hips to help Max and moved my tongue over the cock in my mouth and licked as I sucked. All the while whimpering in pleasure, the need in me to cum was so great I thought I was going to die.

Tom came before Max did and filled my mouth and yelled at me to swallow. I did as I was told as he fell to the floor to watch his dog. “Keep begging him; tell him you want him to make you cum.”

My mouth still filled with the salty taste of cum and my hips moving in time to the dog, I began to beg again. The need was greater than any shame I was feeling. The pain of the large strange feeling cock made me cry but it added to the pleasure. “Please doggy fuck me fuck me harder, I want to feel you deep in me. Yes doggy fuck me fuck me fuck me hard.”

No man every pumped as fast or filled me as full as Max did. I was driven by desires I didn’t understand and needs that only the dog could fulfill. “More, fuck me harder doggie!” screaming at the top of my lungs I could feel my first orgasm beginning. As my muscles squeezed down on the monster cock in me, it only increased his speed and depth. Once unleashed, my orgasms were unstoppable. I came and came and came. One right after the other, until I lay there dripping sweat with doggy cum pouring out of my pussy, and tears of humiliation and pain running down my face.

Two hands slowly clapping brought me out of my stupor. “Very nice,” Tom smiled. “Was it all you wanted?”

“You beast!” I gasped. “Untie me.”

“Before I do, you need your directions for next Saturday night.”

“I’m not coming back here.” I could feel his hands working on the ropes.

“Oh you’re not? Then you won’t mind if I sell the video from tonight on the internet?”

“What are you talking about?” I looked up as I slid off the sawhorse a heap of strained muscles and bruised skin. My pussy was on fire from all that had been done to it.”

“You don’t think I was stupid enough to do this with out proof that you wanted it?” He pointed to a camera. “You wanted a rape fantasy and you got one. Now the price for the tape is to be here a week from today at 7 pm sharp. You will wear your clothes much tighter than you did tonight, though I like the shoes. Wear nothing under your dress.”

“No!”

He reached for the digital camera and began playing what he’d recorded. The picture on the small screen was me. My body covered in sweat, begging for a doggy fuck. The camera had been placed in such a way that my hands looked as if they were holding on to the sawhorse, instead of cuffed to it.

“You bastard!”

“Your choice, you entertain for a small party I am giving next week or you will entertain for millions online.” He reached down and pulled the dildo out of my bottom. “If you aren’t here by 7 PM next Saturday, it will make me an even richer man. I bet I can get one-hundred dollars a pop for a woman fucking a dog the way you did.” He tossed my torn and cut clothes at me. “Get out of here slut. I’ve spent all the time with you I plan on tonight.” He turned and walked out, leaving me there gripping what was left of my clothes.