Jake is under the impression that he is training me to be his submissive. He fails to realize that he is actually being trained to be my dom. I’m not sure how he would take it if he found the tables being reversed, since he has really taken to his “role”. Even though he insists that he has never done this with another woman, his early hesitation has quickly given way to full bore dominance. I have to work very hard at not letting myself show the least bit of pleasure at his severe treatment of me. It all has to look like he is the one with all the power…if he realized that HIS chain was the one being yanked, he might really make me sorry!
I made excuses and said goodbyes as we meandered to the front door to leave. Jake never let go of my arm, and I am sure he was wishing I would hurry it up. I saw my best friend, Jill, glance at Jake and then shoot me a “you’re in so much trouble” look as I flashed her an “yeah, and I love it” smile. She shook her head and laughed as we finally got our coats and left.
Outside, Jake tightened his grip and stepped up the pace to the car. I was having trouble keeping up in my ridiculously high heels, but managed to get to the car without spraining anything. He opened my door and shoved my inside…as he virtually sprinted around the other door, I allowed myself a tiny grin of satisfaction that was wiped off instantly when he opened the driver-side door.
He peeled out of the drive way and raced down the dark streets of the stately neighborhood. My heart raced as he found the almost hidden entrance to the heavily wooded park that had been there for over a hundred years. He put the car in park and leaned his seat back as he unzipped his pants. I didn’t say a word, but yelped in surprise when he grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me down onto his throbbing cock. I thought about resisting, but decided to let him have some fun. “I saw you with that bitch”, he snarled as he pushed my head further down so his head lodged in my throat. I fought the urge to gag. He was large, but I could handle him…usually. “So you want to try women now, or what? You fucking slut!” he had started thrusting his hips up while he forced my head down so his entire length was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. “You are only allowed to do what I demand! Do you understand that?” I managed to make some type of affirmative sound between thrusts and gasps for air.
He was being a bit more forceful than he had been on previous occasions, and I could feel myself getting really moist. I could hear his labored breathing and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His cock swelled in my mouth and I knew he was about to erupt. Even as I gasped for breath and gagged at the force of his thrusts, I felt myself throbbing with arousal as I braced myself for his climax.
“OH FUCK! YES! This is what you’re good for, you whore!” he held my head down on his lap as his cum spurted into my throat. I was seriously scared that he was going to forget to let me breathe, but I tried not to struggle. As his body relaxed a bit, he let me up.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.
Jake laughed and said “You’re not of the hook yet.”
I sat up-right in my seat and pulled down the visor mirror. My face was beet-red, my hair was a wreck, my mascara had run with the tears that gagging had produced and my dark red lipstick had migrated from my lips to his dick. I fished a brush and a gloss from my bag and did what I could to make myself somewhat presentable as Jake started the car and drove us to my place.
I could barely contain my excitement, wondering what his plans were when we got home. We drove the short route in silence…he wouldn’t even hold my hand. I saw his grip on the steering wheel and shifter getting tighter and tighter. The throbbing in my clit had been joined by a pit of fear in my stomach, which just made me more insanely horny.
When we pulled into the drive way, Jake opened the glove box and pulled out the leather collar. “Put that on”. He reached back in the compartment and produce a set of leather cuffs and a chain. A small groan escaped me, and he snapped at me “What? You don’t want to follow orders tonight? Well too FUCKING bad!” I tried not to let my relief show that he didn’t recognize my groan as one of longing and arousal, and assumed it was an act of disobedience.
He fastened the cuffs on my wrists and chained them to the loop on my collar. I was mildly nervous that a nosy neighbor might see this and call the cops, but as he came around to help me out of the car, he wrapped me in my coat and led me to the side entrance of the garage. We had converted it to be a “playroom” of sorts and I felt the juices starting to really flow.
Jake closed the door and turned to me with venom in his eyes. You better never talk to that bitch again! Do you understand me?” I made the slight mistake of nodding. He grabbed my throat and said “I didn’t HEAR you!”
“Yes, Master! I understand perfectly.”
He grabbed the chain and pulled me into a small room at the back of the garage. I gasped in what he assumed was fear, as he turned the light on to reveal some new toys he had bought. I could have cum right that second! I had always wanted to be locked into a stockade and fucked like a filthy whore…and here my dream was coming true!
It was a mean looking device, heavy wooden frame with giant wrought iron hinges and at the base was a spreader bar and shackles. he pulled me further in the room, but since I was still admiring my fate, I had hesitated to follow, again he assumed it was fear. He laughed an evil laugh “This is where disobedient slaves get sent!”
I knew he was enjoying the illusion that I was scared, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to get myself punished even more…so I shook my head and tried to back up. I had never openly defied him or struggled against him. I had been saving it so he would really react strongly when I finally did. It took him a few seconds to recognize my defiance, and when he did it took him a few more short seconds to react. He yanked on my chain harder and I actually yanked back, almost making him lose his balance. I saw the embers of anger spring up in his eyes as he glared at this foreign behavior. I had really been a perfect slave for months now. He was not quite sure what to do, but I was sure it would be brutal.
Jake stepped around so he was behind me and pushed me toward the stockade. I was putting up a fight and he was struggling with me. He finally managed to get my neck into the restraint and he quickly took my cuffs off and easily overpowered me and got me all locked in. I gave him more of a fight as he tried to get my ankles into the shackles at either side of the spreader bar. He actually gave up for a few minutes in a rage and disappeared into the main room. I was trying to catch my breath from the struggle, and suddenly I felt the sharp sting of the riding crop across my barely covered ass. I let out a sharp scream and the tears jumped to my eyes, but it was so arousing I had to concentrate on not begging for more.
I flinched away from him when he grabbed at my left ankle and he smacked me again, this time on my bare upper thigh. He got it in the shackle and wrestled my right one in as well. He was sweaty and breathless and so MAD.
“What the fuck has gotten into you tonight? Shit!”
I don’t think he expected me to answer, and I certainly wasn’t about to. I felt him flip my skirt up to reveal the rest of my ass and he peeled my panties off. I panicked mildly when I heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being squeezed. We only used lube for one thing and I tried to relax so it would be too painful when he finally entered me. To my surprise he was being quite gentle with some type of toy that didn’t FEEL familiar. I did gasp sharply a few seconds later as the toy (which turned out to be a rather large buttplug) was fully inserted. I had never taken something that large in the rear, and though it was initially uncomfortable, it wasn’t painful. the real fun began as Jake stripped his pants off and started to fuck my pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the sensation! The plug was so large that Jake had to really force himself into me…GOD it was so wonderful! He was grasping my hips for leverage and he was fucking me so hard that my shoulders were slamming into the wooden frame of the stockade. But I couldn’t have cared less! I was in heaven and loving every second. His cock was rubbing me in all the right places and he was pounding me at the perfect pace. I was letting out a strangled scream at every thrust, and finally I couldn’t take it any more…I came so hard that little stars floated in front of my eyes. I heard Jake grunt loudly and the waves of hot cum spurting into my cunt set me off into a second orgasm.
My master withdrew from me…dripping in cum and walked out of the room…leaving me in the dark for him to come release me.
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