bound to please

Am I a bitch?

"I did some remodeling last winter and have a new room you may be interested in seeing." The Instant Message read. 

Jay and I have been friends on Facebook for a couple of years. I tried to remember him and even after checking out his page, I was still a little vague on who he is exactly. 

His page confirms we have some mutual friends. But just a couple. He is a middle-aged outdoor sort of guy. Maybe a couple of years older than me. His few posts don't show him with anyone. Just him, and some hunting pictures. 

I'd ignored him until he messaged me the very next day. He said I should reply. In sort of a stern tone. 

"You need to message me back. You need to do it right away, bitch. "

Confused, and a little concerned, I sent a quick 'thumbs up.' But I didn't call or text him. But then my phone rings. 

"Hi, is this Jay. Why didn't you call me back?"

"I'm just... Well, I can't remember exactly who you are, jay. Sorry."

"That's fine. I know who you are. You need to come by so I can show you the new room I remodeled. Today would be best." 

"Oh, gees. I can't ..." I never get it all out.

"Hey, bitch! I'm texting you my address. You have half an hour. Don't fucking 'no show'."

I get his text with the address and an attachment of the gay BDSM image I'd posted by mistake. I look at his profile again. I guess I remember him? What is he doing? What did I get myself into posting that silly image? Is he into bondage and shit like that? This is too weird. And I'm wondering. Am I a bitch?

I'm stressing about what to wear. Are jeans too casual? Maybe a nice shirt? What the fuck. Is this a date? IT feels like one. My phone chirps. His text tells me I've got 20 minutes. Am I excited? Or am I nervous as fuck? I hurry.

He is in a really nice, new development. I park out front and knock on the door. Jay answers, handing me a beer. 

"I'm sorry about the call and the texts. I simply wanted you to understand that when I tell you something, you need to do it."

"Ummm... OK. Sure." 

He seems nice, but stern. Did I come here because I wanted to? Or because he intimidated me into it? I've never actually been with another guy. I'm not gay. But I did like the gay bondage porn picture I was stupid enough to post. I'm thinking about leaving. But I don't.

What the fuck? For some reason, I'm following him through his new home. It's really cool. New furniture and lots of hunting trophies on the walls. Elk, deer, and a moose head. He is looking over his shoulder as he tells me about hunting and killing each of them. 

Down the stairs and past the pool table are large double doors. Big, heavy dark wood. Very nicely done. Maybe a fancy wine cellar. I like wine. He asks me to open one of them. At the same time, he tells me there are some rules and this is the first one. 

"This what?" I question.

A police handcuff slaps around my wrist. He takes my other hand and 'snap', there I was. One hand on the door handle and my wrists cuffed together. His hand is in the middle of my back, pushing me toward the doors. I stumble to the side as the door opens. He roughly pushes me inside. 

I'm looking around the dimly lit room. Nothing but shadows. 

"Get on your knees You need to do it. Do what I tell you." He orders.

I look back at him. He nods to me to do what he says. He has a black bag or something in his hand. I feel his knee bump the back of my legs. I go down to the floor. He turns the lights on. I catch a clear glimpse of the room. It's a dungeon. Chains and leather and all sort of bondage gear hanging from the walls. A couple of benches in the middle of the room. And one of those crosses, a big X, against the back wall. That's all I catch before my lights go out. The bag in his hand slips over my head. It's a hood of some sort. Feels and smells of leather and vinyl. It covers my entire head and face except for a hole around my mouth. I'm either in for some kind of crazy afternoon, or I'm in big trouble. But I know for sure, I'm not really ready for either. 

The hood gets tight. Then tighter. Like it's shrink wrapping around my head. Under my chin and around my neck it's tighter now, too. Straps are being pulled and buckled. A thick sticky vinyl wrap goes over my mouth. The wide sticky tape wraps around my mouth, face and head. 

I can't see a fucking thing. I'm gaged, cuffed, and helpless. The images of the gear and the naughty furniture in the room are etched in my mind. He pulls me up on my feet and we walk forward. My arms pulled up over my head. I try to mumble something. I hear him laughing. The cuffs around my wrists are quickly attached to something hanging from the ceiling. I am lifted until I'm almost on my tippy toes. 

"Hey little bitch, you can stay here for a few minutes. OK? Hahahahaha!"

He isn't gone long. He unbuckles my belt and undresses me. I'm wiggling and struggling and trying to cry out. He is pretty handsy grabbing my ass and groping my chest as he pulls and cuts off all my clothes. There is some sort of greasy oil he is rubbing me down with. It's everywhere. He is enjoying squirting it all over me. He is talking to me the whole time. 

"I remember you. You always seemed like you were afraid of me. You always looked at me like I was going to beat you up and rape you. I could tell you wanted something like this. You subby fucks are all the same. Aren't you, bitch?"

I'm trying to remember. I'm trying to understand what he is saying. None of it makes sense. I'm not moving anymore. I'm nervous and in a daze. Hanging from the ceiling. Naked. My skin is warm from the oil. What is he going to do with me? I just make a helpless 'Mummphh' sound.

He is moving around. All I can do is hear him. Then I feel his breath on my face. Kissing my cheek. Licking my hooded and gagged face. Fuck. His hands are on me. Up and down my chest. Around my back and over my ass. His hands are wet with oil. I feel his naked body pressing against mine. Warm, strong, and hairy. I'm struggling, but I can't do anything but take it. 

"You are a sexy little bitch. You know that, though. Don't you?" 

I can feel his cock poking and rubbing against my hips. 

"Your post got me so fucking hard. I had a friend that I built this room for. But he isn't around anymore. I thought it was a waste. And then, right after he is gone, you post your picture. It's fate, my friend. Fate you are here with me today."

He has a grip around my dick. I'm fucking hard. What the fuck? The tape covering my mouth pulls loose. His warm lips and wet tongue cover my mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth. That takes my mind off the fact he is jerking me off. But suddenly I realize it again.

"You are hard for me, you little slut. You love this even if you don't understand why. If you cum for me, you'll be mine forever. "

He won't leave my dick alone. He is pulling and squeezing it. Fuck, now his other hand is back between my ass cheeks. His slippery fingers are sliding between my cheeks. A finger slips inside my tight little hole. Then two! Fuck! I'm trying to get away and tell him to stop. But his mouth is pressing too hard. I can't speak. I can only mumble a muffled scream. "Mummph". 

He is working my dick pretty hard. Jerking it pretty fast. It's wet. Oil is everywhere. I'm in a daze. This is scary as hell. I've never had anything up my butt before. I'm sweating and feeling like I might pass out. I'm feeling the surge in my groin that you feel when you're going to orgasm. He won't stop kissing me. He won't stop pushing his fingers up my ass. His hand is sliding up and down my dick and won't stop. I arch my back. My blindfolded eyes roll back in my head. I try to catch a breath. I gasp and let out a squeal. I jump and shake as I blow my load straight out. "Oh fuck me!"

Part 2

Am I his bitch now?

coming soon