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A Week Later, in a Public CorridorThe woman was stunningly beautiful. She was also completely helpless, stark naked, kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded outside his front door, in a public hallway in his condo building, being humiliated by the dildo vibrating in her cunt, and the butt plug vibrating in her ass. She was trembling.Why she had chosen to be there like that was a strange story. But what had happened before was stranger still…The Reception: HerMarta was seriously annoyed and felt a familiar, dark despair creep over her. She had only agreed to come to this damned reception because the director had insisted that there was someone important he wanted her to meet. Marta had no interest in meeting him.Worse, she had planned to go out to supper afterwards with Francine, a chemistry professor who was perhaps the only person she thought of as a friend, even if Francine regarded Marta with somewhat less enthusiasm, especially since Marta had persistently missed Francine’s hints about something more than friendship.But now Francine had texted her, saying she’d had a better offer, and was off to dinner with some man she’d met this afternoon. She hoped Marta would understand.Marta understood, alright. Once more she was on her own, friendless and alone in a world she hated, ever since Kelly had died years ago. If it weren’t for her work, which she found – almost – all-consuming, Marta would probably have checked out long before. She hated being alone with herself, and knew it was because she was such a disgusting person. Her mother had told her as much, and called her a slut in the bargain.Perhaps as a result, she loathed herself and she hated her life. What’s more, she often took it out on her body, welcoming the pain as punishment that was both justified and appropriate. She could feel that she would be using the razor blades on herself again tonight. Maybe she’d use them on her breasts this time. She’d been thinking about that, or perhaps even using them on her vagina. Perhaps the time had come…Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man hovering. Without even looking at him, she said, “What?”“I was going to ask if I could buy you a drink,” he said.Oh, shit. Another creeper, looking for a quick lay. Marta had dealt with his kind all her life. They’d start off smooth and smarmy, with polite interest in her work at first, then moving rapidly into a line of patter, talking about how important her orgasm was to him, and how he was so into brainy women. Then leaving in the morning with scarcely a glance over his shoulder as he pulled on his pants and left, thinking of her, if at all, as an easy slut.Just once, she thought, just once she’d like to meet someone who was as bluntly honest as she was.And the voice inside her, to which she never listened, whispered, “And someone that will hurt you so you don’t have to hurt yourself.”The Reception: HimThe tall, Slavic-looking woman with the shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair, was focused on her texting. I wanted to ask her a question, so I waited patiently a short distance away. Politely, I thought.“What?” she said in an annoyed tone, not looking up from her phone.“I was going to ask if I could buy you a drink,” I replied with a smile.She looked up, even more annoyed. “This is a reception. The drinks are free.” She looked down again. “Now get lost, little boy. You haven’t got a hope in hell of fucking me tonight, asshole.”I’m normally a pretty relaxed guy, but what she said and the way she dismissed me triggered something in me. I went rigid with anger. “I wouldn’t fuck your cunt tonight if you begged me,” I replied. “Not before I’d stripped you and made you gag on my cock, then spanked your ass until you begged for forgiveness to teach you some manners. And even then, I’d make you beg me to fuck you up the ass first.” I was seriously pissed.Startled, she looked up, and focused on me for the first time. We both stood there, frozen, I livid, she stunned, for what seemed like forever.Then her eyes changed. I’m not quite sure how, but the pupils dilated, and her focus seemed to soften.The Change: HerI was shocked by what he’d said, and yet, intrigued. No one had ever spoken to me like that. No one had ever threatened to do things like that to me. It was obscene, it was crass, it was awful…And yet, somehow, I found myself wanting it. Incredibly, I found my pussy stirred by the thought of him – a complete stranger! – doing these things to me.Then I thought: It would be more satisfying if someone else hurt me, punished me, than if I did it to myself, Escort Esenyurt especially a complete stranger.There was something almost irresistible about surrendering my body to someone I knew nothing about, about letting him hurt and humiliate me, someone over whom I had no control, and in whose hands I would be completely helpless. I felt my desire mounting as we stood there.Why not?Beginnings: HimShe dropped her hands to her side, swallowed, and said, “If you’re serious, let me get my coat,” and turned towards the coat room.I stood still, shocked. I had thought I was going to get slapped. Instead, I guess I was going to get laid. Or something.As calmly as I could, I retrieved my coat. She was standing there, waiting for me, eyes downcast. Something shifted inside me. Something that had been dormant for a long time woke up. I swallowed, and took a deep breath.I looked at her, then turned and walked towards the exit without a word. She paused for a second, then I heard her heels clicking on the floor behind me.Once I retrieved my car, I pushed the door open, then looked straight ahead through the windshield, ignoring her. She paused momentarily, then I heard her breathe heavily, and get in.“Seat belt,” I snapped.She slowly pulled the belt down and snapped it in place, then closed the door. I drove off, ignoring her, focusing on my driving. My hands were shaking, but it didn’t show as I was gripping the wheel. In the corner of my eye, though, I could see that her hands were shaking, too. She took a long, shaky breath, but stayed silent.When we got to my condo building, I stopped by the entrance, still not looking at her, and said. “Get out. Wait for me. And I want to see your panties around your ankles when I get to the front door.”There was another pause, which I ignored, then the door opened slowly, she got out, then the door closed gently behind her.As I drove away to park my car, I watched her in the rear-view mirror. She seemed indecisive, started to walk away, then stopped, then turning to look at the car, then finally bending down, hauling up her coat and dress. It turned out to be too bulky, so she had to unbutton her coat, then pull her dress up just high enough that she could slide her panties down. She lowered them very slowly to the ground, and then, reluctantly, straightened up and turned towards where I was now sitting in my parked car.I grabbed my coat from the backseat, locked the car, and walked briskly towards her. “Step out of your panties,” I ordered.Slowly, as if she was moving through molasses, she did, all the while shaking.“Now pick them up and let them dangle from your hand. Do not try to hide them.”I turned and walked to the outer door, opened it and held it for her. She slowly walked through. I pushed ahead of her, and used the key to open the inner door, then held that for her. Again, she walked through slowly, her hands visibly trembling.I waved to the concierge, who was staring at her, then pushed the elevator call button, and, when the elevator arrived, I gestured her in, pushed the button for the penthouse floor, then stepped out. “Wait for me outside the elevator,” I told her, looking her in the eye. She nodded, then looked down as the elevator doors closed and ascended to my floor.Joe, the concierge, said to me, “Wow! She’s a looker!”“Joe, you have no idea,” and left it at that.When the elevator returned to the ground floor, it was empty, so I stepped in, pushed my button, and waited for the doors to open. She was waiting, wide-eyed and anxious.“Eyes down,” I said, “You don’t look at me without my permission. Do you understand?”She nodded.“Do you understand!” I snapped.“I understand,” she said meekly.“Good. Follow me.”I walked down the corridor to my door, which was at the end, unlocked the door, and gestured her in. She hesitated.“In,” I said.She slowly walked across the threshold, then turned towards me, looking at the ground.I closed and locked the door, locking the door handle from the inside so it had to be unlocked with a key to open it again. I removed my coat, and put it in the closet. Then I turned to her.“Look at me,” I said. She looked up into my eyes. Her eyes, I noticed, for the first time, where very pale, an almost translucent blue – and, judging by her expression, frightened.“You have a choice,” I said. “You are absolutely free to go. I will unlock the door, and call you a cab if you wish, and this will all be over.”I waited.Finally, she said, “Or…?”“Or you can hand me your panties. If you do that, you agree Etiler escort to do anything I want until noon tomorrow, and you will let me to do anything I want to you. Your call.”Then I stood there with my hands on my hips. She dropped her eyes again, and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She looked at her panties, then slowly lifted her hand and offered them to me.I smiled and said, “Are you sure this is what you want? I am going to punish you if you stay.”She swallowed hard, and then nodded her head, still holding out her panties to me.I took the panties from her then said, “They’re quite wet, aren’t they?”She blushed heavily, and nodded.“And you’re a slut, aren’t you?”She slowly nodded again.“Say it!”“I’m a slut,” she whispered.“Louder!”“I’m a slut!” she almost shouted.I put the panties on the table by the door, then walked behind her, and slowly removed her coat, which she shrugged off, and which I dropped to the floor. I then unzipped her clearly expensive dress at the back, pushed it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor as well. “Step out of your shoes.”She did. She wasn’t wearing stockings.Now she was wearing only her bra, her expensive necklace, earrings, and some make-up. She moved her hands to cover her pubis.“I didn’t tell you you could cover yourself. Put your hands down!”She haltingly moved her hands to her sides.I undid the clasp of her bra at the back, then pushed it over her shoulders so that it dropped on the floor on top of her dress. I then slowly, and carefully, removed her earrings and necklace, and placed them in her handbag. She was clenching and unclenching her hands, and shifting her weight slightly from side to side.“Step into the living room, walk slowly to the windows, then turn around to face me.” I had floor-to-ceiling windows, so she would be naked and visible to anyone outside.She slowly moved into the living room, walking up to the windows, her arms twitching as if she wanted to use her hands to cover herself, but not daring to do so, then turned around. She didn’t know, as I did, that the odds of someone being in the woods out back of the building at this time and season were nonexistent. And I wanted her not to know that.I could see the pulse pounding in the artery at her neck.I turned, and slowly picked up her dress, bra, handbag, panties, and shoes, and took them into my office, hung the dress and coat carefully on hangers in the closet, took some things out of the closet and put them in a gym bag, locked the closet door, then returned to the living room and turned on the overhead lights.Cocksucker: HimShe flinched as the lights came on. She was naked, completely illuminated and on show to me, and her ass and bare back were on show to anyone looking in the window.“Come here,” I commanded.She slowly walked towards me.I put my thumb and forefinger on her chin and raised her face up to look at me. “I’ve locked your clothes, purse, and jewelry in my closet. You are not leaving here until I am done with you. Do you understand?”She nodded.“You will let me do anything I want to you.”There was a pause, then she nodded.“Turn around.”She turned.I grabbed her arms, then, using the smooth, nylon rope I took from my gym bag, tied her hands together, then wrapped the rope up her arms to her elbows, which I bound tightly together behind her back. I turned her back towards me.Binding her elbows like that forced her to push her tits out. I leaned over and sucked one, gently at first, then harder until she gasped. Then I started to bite it, softly at first, and then with increasing force. She inhaled sharply, then said “Ouch!”I let her tit fall from my mouth and looked her. “You are forbidden to make a sound when I hurt you. If you do, I will punish you. Do you understand?”She stared at me, then nodded.“Good. Now, get down on your knees, cunt, and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”She carefully knelt down, awkwardly because her arms were bound behind her, looked at my pants, then up at me expectantly.“You’re a slut. You can’t wait to suck and fuck cock. Isn’t that right?”She slowly nodded.“So use your teeth to get my cock out of my pants, slut. Show me how eager you are for it!”She tilted her head to the side, and tried to grasp the zipper with her teeth, failing several times before finally lodging her incisors in the little hole in the pull-tab. She tried to pull the zipper pull down, losing her hold on it twice, but finally getting it most of the way down. I did nothing to help her, but she had to notice the erection Eyüp escort bayan straining against my pants.She tried to use her tongue to pull the elastic down on my underwear, and eventually had to grasp the band with her teeth, dragging it down far enough that my cock finally sprang free, brushing against her, and leaving a trail of pre-cum in her hair.I stood there, expectantly, saying nothing. She licked her lips, then opened her mouth and, with difficulty, captured the head of my circumcised cock in her mouth, pausing. Her mouth and tongue were very smooth, not coarse like the mouths of some other women who’d gone down on me. There was something intensely sensual about her mouth that made it eminently fuckable.I put my hands on her head, grabbing fistfuls of the coarse, fine-gold hair, and slowly pulled her forward, pushing my cock into her mouth. I pulled her head back again to make sure her saliva was coating my cock, then pulled her head forward again, then back, fucking her mouth, deeper each time.She gagged as my cock reached the back of her mouth. I held one hand behind her head with my cock pushed hard against the back of her throat, and listened to her gag, cough, and retch on my cock. I held her there for several seconds, long enough to make a point, then slowly pulled my cock back so it filled her mouth, but didn’t gag her. She coughed twice, then was still.“Tell me again what you are.”“I’m a slut,” she mumbled, her mouth full of cock. She swallowed hard.“And what do you have in your mouth?”“Your cock,” she mumbled.“And what are you going to do with it?”She paused as if unsure what I wanted her to say. Finally, she mumbled “Suck it?”“And what does that make you?”Pause. “A cocksucker,” she mumbled.“And what is this?” I asked, moving her legs apart with my shoe, then pushing it into her crotch.“My cunt.”“Now, put it together, and describe yourself to me.”She hesitated, so I shoved my cock down her throat, forcing her to gag and cough again, then withdrew enough that she wasn’t gagging.“What are you?” I asked again.“I’m a slut, and a cocksucker, and a cunt,” she mumbled urgently.“Yes, you are. And when I check, will I find your cunt wet?”She nodded slowly.“Because you want me to fuck your mouth, and hurt you, don’t you?”She nodded again.Somewhat awkwardly, because I didn’t want my cock to leave her mouth, I bent over and slowly rubbed my finger down and up her cunt lips, parting them to find that her cunt was, indeed slick, making her gasp in the process.I straightened up again. “You really are a slut.”I took a long, shaky breath, then exhaled slowly, not quite sure what to do next. I hadn’t planned this. It just kind of – happened.Well, her mouth felt so good that it was easy to decide to fuck it for a while, which I did, holding her head tightly, and rocking my hips back and forth, occasionally shoving it to the back of her throat to make her gag. Tears started slowly running down her face, not from crying, but because she was gagging. Eventually she sniffed repeatedly as her nose started to run.I removed my cock from her mouth and rubbed it over her face, leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum. I then let go of her head and walked out of the room, leaving her naked and on her knees with her arms bound behind her. I returned with a box of tissues, took out and held one to her nose and said, “Blow.”She did. I went through three tissues before I decided her nose was clear enough that she could breathe properly. Then I held my cock in front of her mouth again. This time, she eagerly sucked it in and began bobbing up and down on my cock without any prompting.She eventually forced her head down so my cock was hitting the back of her throat, making herself gag, choke, and cough, but holding her head there longer than I had when I forced her. She wanted this.I felt myself approaching a climax, so I pushed her head away, then pulled my cock out of her mouth. It came free with a slurping sound. She looked slightly shocked and disoriented. I tucked my cock back in my pants, and zipped them up.Cocktail Hour: Him“I’m not going to come yet. You haven’t worked hard enough yet to deserve it.”She nodded, then said, “May I speak?”“Depends. What do you want to say?”“I need to pee.”I paused, then said, “On a scale of 0 to 10, where ten means you’re going to wet the carpet right now, how badly do you need to pee?”She paused for a second, then said, “Eight?”I considered. “OK, that means you’ll pee before I’m finished with what I want to do to you next, so I’ll allow you to pee.”She shivered violently when I said “What I want to do next”, but whether from fear or excitement, I wasn’t sure.I hauled her up roughly, by the arm, then left her standing there while I went into the kitchen for a drinking glass. Returning to the living room, I walked over to the window and said, “Come here.”