She had finally placed an ad on ALT.com. Married for over eight years now, her desires had only increased with each passing day. Endless routines, loss of passion, constant control, she yearned for something more. Once she asked her husband to do something “more” for her, so simple, yet his reaction was repulsion. She knew better than to ever ask again. The fantasies only grew and she did not understand why. College educated, upper middle class, home in the suburbs, top of her profession. By all accounts, she should be normal, she should be happy, she should not have these thoughts, these desires. But they haunted her. Making love with her husband, she would close her eyes and imagine what it would be like if his hand was around her throat, holding her down, fucking her hard, loosing all control, being entirely helpless. In board meetings, surrounded by men, her esteemed colleagues who seemingly had so much respect for her knowledge and ability, she would ask herself “What if they held me down, forced me to suck their cocks, gang raped me on the same table I dominate day after day?” The thoughts aroused her far more than her husband’s gentle loving touches and caresses ever could. “What’s wrong with me?” she would ask herself. “Why do I want to be humiliated and abused?” And at last she found the courage to post an ad:  ‘Naughty slut in need of discipline. I want to be used for your pleasure. I am willing to do anything as long as I am bound and forced. I want no mercy. I just want to lose myself and become an object.’ And after weeks of wrong responses, the ad was answered by the right man.

 

She is instructed on what to wear: a short skirt, loose blouse with breasts exposed, uncomfortably tight, high heel shoes, matching panties and bra- the panties must be a g-string and the bra a push up. After her meetings, she walks into her office, turns off her computer and grabs the bag of clothing.  She told her husband she would be going out for drinks with her coworkers. He trusts her. He would never check up on her whereabouts. She is the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect employee. “People like me do not do these sorts of things. No one will ever know,” she assures herself as she dresses quickly in the office bathroom. After checking her hair and make-up, she peeks out the bathroom door to see if anyone is in the hallway. She sees no one and without a sound, she slips down the hallway, into the main entrance and to the parking lot. At her car, she looks around one last time. “Has anyone seen me?” she wonders. No one is around and it is already dark. She unlocks the car door, starts the engine and drives towards the interstate.

 

She is familiar with the area. Exit 13 off of 400. She has many friends who live in this area and she wonders if she will pass anyone she knows. She was told to meet him at his office which happens to be next to a bar that some of her friends frequent after work to discuss business. Nervously, she pulls into the parking lot and begins looking for the business name she was given on the phone. She finally finds it on the back side of the building. Only one street light is lit and all of the offices are dark including the office she has been instructed to go to. She parks her car and notices a black SUV to the left of her and a green mini cooper parked on the far right corner. Other than that, that lot is empty. A man she recognizes gets out of the SUV and walks towards her. He is as handsome as his pictures and she is suddenly aware of how wet her panties are. During the drive from work until now, she has thought of nothing else other than what this strange man might do to her. And now seeing his muscular body, dark hair and neatly trimmed beard, she realizes that he will be able to fulfill her desires. Her husband will never know, her friends will never know, only she will know what has occurred this evening. At last she will be free.

 

She opens her car door, heels clicking on the pavement, she walks anxiously and nervously towards her captor. Without a word, without a smile or any sort of acknowledgment, he opens his office door, a glass door surrounded by large glass windows looking onto the almost empty parking lot, and motions for her to come in. Silently, they walk through the space. It is filled with furniture, the high end stuff that fills her home. She is impressed, but before she can remark on his merchandise, she is instructed to sit on a bar stool in the center of the store. Hands in her lap, ankles crossed, she obediently sits and waits. He removes the tie from his neck, light blue with black squares, and wraps it around her eyes. “Can you see anything?” he asks in a monotone voice. “No,” she meekly replies not certain if she should follow with Sir. The last time she called a man Sir was in college. She has been independent and strong since her first day in corporate America. She always made a point of letting men know she was their equal if not better.

 

He binds her hands and tells her to sit quietly and still while he sets the alarm system. “Where is he taking me?” she wonders as she sits on the bar stool, feet dangling helplessly inches above the floor. She hears footsteps, heavy and full of purpose and intent. She realizes that he is coming to retrieve her, take her to an undisclosed location. “Take my arm and follow me. Quickly. We only have a few minutes before the sensors pick us up. I do not want to have to reset this alarm, so do what I say.” On her feet, she listens to his instructions, dodging furniture, stumbling up stairs and finally over the main door threshold. Down the cement sidewalk, onto the parking lot pavement, and then they stop. She hears the car doors unlock. He places her hands on a car seat and asks if she is able to lift herself up. With some difficulty, she achieves the task and sits patiently waiting. The car door slams and another opens. She realizes she is sitting in the back seat and he is in front of her. She also smells a sweet scent, like a woman’s perfume, but she cannot be sure.

 

Uncertain of how long they have driven, finally the car comes to a stop. She hears one car door open and then hers. Her captor helps her down and in the mix of assisting her, she swears that she hears a third car door open. The passenger front side. She listens intensely and suddenly she hears clicking. That sweet perfume smell was the scent of another woman. They are not alone, her and her captor. Frantically, she begins to wonder if she has taken her fantasy too far. “Who else is here?” she asks. “Just my two roommates Stan  and Jeff. You wanted a gang bang, right?” She laughs uncomfortably. Is he serious or joking? Is she really ready for this, she wonders. No one knows where she is, what she is doing. There is no going back now.

 

She can clearly hear the woman walking ahead of them. Her heels click up the stairs and her captor follows this woman with, her, the victim clinging onto his arm. At the top of the stairs, she is placed in a chair and asked if she would like a shot of tequila. The other woman must have already taken her shot because she hears a glass slam down against the counter top her elbows are now resting on. Before she can accept or decline, her captor says “Lick your hand. Not there, in between your thumb and forefinger. Yes, like that.” He pours salt on the moistened area and tells her to lick again. A shot glass touches her lips. “Drink. Drink it all. You have some more. Drink it all I said.” She swallows the chilled tequila and before she can take a breath, she feels the lime press against her bottom lip. “Suck.” She obeys and is then lifted from her chair and dragged up another set of stairs.

 

The room is hot, almost stagnate. She can barely catch her breath. She tries desperately to calm herself when suddenly her blouse is ripped from her body. She hears buttons spilling on the wood floors below her. Her bound hands reach helplessly up to her breasts. Before she can collect herself, she feels his hands slide down to her skirt, unzipping and then more ripping. She left her bag filled with office clothes in her car. Now her clothes are ripped and torn. How will she be able to change back into her office clothes? She cannot go home like this. Suddenly, she is aware of the seriousness of the situation she has gotten herself into and she does not care. She feels so liberated, unashamed. She is here to be used, to be fucked, to be abused, to be treated like a whore. She does not care who knows or what happens. She feels the wetness of her pussy drip down her inner thighs. This man has ruthlessly ripped her clothes off, maybe there is another woman in the room watching, she does not care anymore. She needs this badly. She needs to give up her control and lose herself in fantasy.

 

Her hands are now bound separately against the wall. She pulls but the bondage is tight and she is helpless. He lifts one heel and wraps something around it. She realizes he has tied a knot around her heels. Legs spread wide, arms spread wide, she waits to see what will happen next. The room is so hot and she can feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead. First there is a sting. She sucks her stomach in. He has something, but what. She can feel the breeze against her body and then the sting. Not painful. Just on the edge. She relaxes and begins to realize that the more she gives in, the better it feels. She is so tired of fighting. She wants desperately to give in. She relaxes her body and allows the implement to please her, not punish her. The more she gives in, the more the sting becomes pleasure, so intense, she can hardly stand it. Opening her mouth, she begins to moan. Unaware of how long this continues, she is awakened from her erotic slumber by an invasion. The strange man has his fingers down her pants. But she wanted this, right? She fights at first and it hurts, but then she remembers that if she gives in, the pain turns to pleasure. “Stop fighting,” she tells herself and with that, her body relaxes and her body moves into her captor’s, welcoming his fingers, welcoming his breath, welcoming his body, welcoming anything her has to offer. And at last, pleasure follows. She cums on his finger tips and then begs for more.

 

Her hands are untied and she falls to the floor, still begging for more. Shuffling. Someone is in the room with them. She smells the woman’s sweet scent, she hears the clicking of her heels. She waits, filled with anticipation. What will the two of them do with her? Are there more people in the house? Her heels are untied and she is dragged by her male captor across the floor. Dropped on the cool wood floors, she feels a constant heat move across her body. She waits, listening to the woman’s heels click on the floors, back and forth, around her and back again. Now silence. The silence is interrupted with the woman’s voice. “Do not turn around. Get on your knees and remove the blindfold.” She does exactly what she is told. She slowly opens her eyes, temporarily blinded by the light in the room, she slowly looks around taking everything in. Her male captor is now bound on a four poster bed. His legs and arms tightly tied with black rope. There are two electric heaters in the room. Now she understands why she is so hot. She realizes that sweat is pouring from her body. She turns to look behind her and sees a woman with red hair and a single blonde streak in the front. She sits in a blue chair wearing nothing but black leather thigh high boots and has the most wicked smile on her face that she has ever seen. 

 

A slap across the face. “Do not look at me. You do not have permission. Crawl on the bed. On all fours. Now.” The slap still stings her face and she can feel a tear rolling down her cheek. She crawls on the bed with her bound captor. “Ass up in the air. I want to see your ass. Now take those pretty lips and wrap them around his cock.” She hesitates. A sharp sting on her ass. The woman with red hair and a single blonde streak in the front has hit her with something. “I was not asking you. I was telling you. Suck his fucking cock for my pleasure. Suck it hard. Suck it fast. And swallow what he has to give you. Every last drop.” This woman’s voice is cold and detached. She understands she has no choice. She opens her mouth and takes him in. Sting after sting on her bare ass, she sucks hard and fast, like instructed, waiting for him to fill her mouth with hot cum.

 

At last, he moans, the stinging stops and her mouth is full. She spits some out but before she can lift her head, it is pushed back down. “‘Swallow everything he has to give you’ is what I said. Lick it all up.” Head held down, she licks the rest up. She has been pleasured and she has been humiliated. She wonders what will come next. “Go to the shower. Put this over your eyes.” The woman throws the light blue tie with black squares at her. Quickly, she runs to the shower and covers her eyes. “Lie down in the shower,” the woman tells her. She does so. After a few minutes, she feels warm water covering her body, but it is not coming from the shower head. She realizes the woman is peeing on her. Excited by the humiliation, she reaches between her legs and begins to play with herself. She uses the woman’s piss to lubricate her already wet pussy. “Cum for us again, you dirty bitch.” Is the man watching too, she wonders. Before she can answer that, she feels a flaccid cock in her mouth. She continues using the woman’s piss to lubricate her pussy, sucking on the flaccid cock with the taste of cum still on it. She cums again for both of them.

 

“Wait till we leave the room. Dry yourself off and dress. You are not allowed to bathe. Put the blindfold back on when you are finished and knock twice on the door.” She will have to go home to her husband smelling like piss and tasting like cum in her ripped and torn clothes. What will she say? What will he think? She does not care. She is free at last.

 

They put her back into the SUV, stop in the dimly light parking lot, and she waits. Her car door opens, her blindfold is removed and her captor walks her to her car. As she gets in and starts the engine, she hears a horn honking. It is the red headed woman with a single blonde streak in a green mini cooper waving good bye. She smiles sadistically and blows them both a kiss before driving off.

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