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Becky sat on the chair looking at me as I stood before her. One of the most trendy girls in high college, I had been happily surprised when she started showing interest in me, not that I was hated by my peers or anything; I had my clique of friends and was known to be charming and funny but nowhere was I in the same league as Becky. A slender, athletic redhead with green eyes I had wondered myself lucky to get her attention, though some doubts had started to emerge lately as to how fortunate I really was.

“You did a great job editing the videos I gave you, a really good job. Honestly, I thought you would have more trouble considering what was on them” she said coyly. I felt myself blushing, after initially approaching me last week at the college swimming competition, she had asked me for her help in editing certain videos of hers, videos she used for her side company she had said, videos I soon discovered that seemed exclusively to revolve around BDSM and her domination of numerous people, men and women who she had tied and teased and tortured in a variety of innovative methods. After the initial shock, I had been incredibly intrigued and more than a little aroused so I had worked hard to get the videos edited as best I could and now, she had come to “giver her puppy a reward” as she had put it on the phone.

Focusing back on her, in a short blue top that showed off her arms and midriff and a short skirt that stopped above the knee showing off her slender legs, I realized that she was chewing her lip whilst looking at me.

“Take off your top” she said simply. I froze for a second at the casual tone of her request, unsure that I had heard her correctly but soon pulling my black t-shirt up over my chest and my head; if a girl as attractive as Becky wanted to see me topless, who was I to argue.

Dropping my clothing on the floor I stood before her as she inspected me. I had never been ashamed of my body and despite my shyness, it was safe to say that I was comfortable in my skin. At the swimming competition I had had no issue strutting around like a peacock noticing some of the girls checking me out, it had been a nice ego boost; but it was different with Becky, the way she was looking at me now like a piece of meat in a predatory and objectifying manner made me feel small, awkward and clumsy. I rubbed my right arm with my left hand almost crossing them over my chest and noticed that I was slouching. *Dammit*, the wondered flashed angrily through my mind, *don’t be intimated by her, you’ve got this!*. Putting my hands behind my back I gripped one wrist with my hand to stop them nervously wandering around, took a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back lifting my head. Yet despite my more confident pose I still felt unsure of myself projecting an image that I didn’t feel and my doubts augmented by the fact that I was unable to hold her eyes for a long period. Whenever I looked at her green, emerald eyes I felt myself drifting for a bit before looking down self-consciously. An aura of dominance and authority emanated from her, and I could feel my own self-confidence being pulled away.

“I like your shoulders” she finally said “and your chest, very broad and manly. You did a good job of hiding it away. Until I saw you last week, I would never have thought that someone like you would have a body like that”. I bristled at the condescension in her voice and the way she spoke down to me.

“Thanks, I guess” I muttered, still looking at her smooth, creamy legs. “Thanks, Miss” Becky corrected me “I expect you to call me that for now, until you’ve proved yourself worthy to call me otherwise.”

A flash of anger shot though me and I snapped my head up: “I’m not calling you that!” I replied sharply “You’re taking things too far.”

Silence followed my words, as Becky looked at me for a few seconds, a moment that seemed to stretch for eternity. And then she sighed and stood up “That’s a shame, I’d come to reward you for your help, but it seems it would be wasted on you. It’s disappointing, I was actually looking forward to showing you how much fun we could have together.” She turned to pick up the large rucksack she had brought with her and then towards the door. Panic instantly flooded my body *shit what had I done?*

“Wait Becky don’t leave, please don’t go” the words tumbled out of me immediately and instinctively, without wondered, desperately and in a panic. “I’ll do whatever you say, please, just stay longer”

She had stopped and turned to look at me as I begged “Please” I swallowed hard, my pride a tangible thing, already about to shatter “please… Miss” I said softly.

She looked me over, a perfect sharp eyebrow lifted; and then harrumphed softly “Nice begging but I’m still annoyed”, in my shame I could not look her in the eye, staring at the floor instead. “You will need to make this up to me, get on your knees.”

As if someone else was in control of my body, I felt my knees slowly buckle until they were resting on the carpet of my room. Anger still burnt somewhere inside of me, but it was diminished, weakened by the realization that I did not want her to leave, that something about her was somehow irresistible to me. My only consolation was that Lauren, my stepmother, was out of the house at work, and no one else would overhear what was happening in my room.

Becky sat down on the side of my bed “Now you need to make this up to me, you can start by massaging my legs, start at the calves and don’t go above the knee” she warned.

Kneeling before her, humiliated, I could not deny my thrill at finally being able to touch her. “Here, I’ll make things easier for you” she said lifting her right leg and setting it down, her ankle on my shoulder.

I swallowed, in this position I could feel the heat from her leg against my cheek, I could smell the lotion and coco butter she must have smoothed over her skin. All it would take was a small turn of my head and I would be able to kiss her leg, I thought how she would taste… “And I better not feel your lips on me” Becky warned as if reading my thoughts.

Blushing I turned my attention to her calf, lifting my hands to encircle them in my fingers. Her leg was so slender it was easy to wrap them around it, my fingers kneading the front of her leg, my thumbs digging into the back of her soft flesh, feeling for any tightness in her muscles. After a few minutes I reversed my grip, thumbs digging it to loosen the knots I had found.

“Mhm, that feels nice”. My eyes shot up on hearing Becky’s groan, she was reclined on my bed, resting on her elbows, eyes closed, and face tilted up. My rubbing slowed as my eyes drifted down her body, over her pert breasts, harden nipples poking through her top, down to her midriff, smooth and flawless where a piercing flashed in her belly button, lower to her skirt and then… I swallowed but my throat felt dry.

Her skirt was short and the hem rested on her knees allowing me to see inside but with the current lighting all I could make out was darkness and shadows, and.. something else it seemed. Focusing more, narrowing my eyes, I tried to make out what that was, something seemed to glint within that darkness. *Is that her..? Is she not wearing any panties? Is she… Is she wet?* I thought.

Suddenly a hand came out of nowhere slapping the side of the face, not hard but enough to snap me out of my revelry. I looked up to see Becky looking down at me a smirk on her face “Hey, no peeking up my skirt, you bad boy” I blushed at being caught and dropped my eyes whilst she tutted “Naughty, I’m going to have to punish you again”

I watched as she slid her left shoe from her foot, brought it under my chin lifting my head to look at her and then placed it within an inch from my lips. “Kiss my toes and say your sorry” she ordered an evil twinkle in her eyes. I whimpered, something about this situation, being on my knees before her, topless, massaging one leg whilst about to kiss the toes on her other was turning me on immensely. I became aware of the powerful erection that was currently throbbing in my trousers, uncomfortably trapped and pushing against my underwear and jeans. I leaned forward, my eyes drifting shut as I pursed my lips and kissed her big toe chastely, then again and again, becoming more enthusiastic with each kiss. I felt her foot shift as she pushed harder against me, my lips parting as it slipped in, sucking on it now, tasting her faint sweat and varnish.

I shifted on my knees trying to alleviate the pressure in my trousers and she noticed. “Oh is there a problem?” I opened my eyes as she lifted her right leg off my shoulder and placed her leg and foot directly under my crotch, almost but not quite touching me. “Is someone getting turned on by their punishment?”

I stifled a moan as I shifted again “Ah ah, no humping my leg, you know that’s not allowed right? You’re being punished after all!” she was mocking me, I groaned against her foot as more toes were pushed into my mouth *Just stop talking!* my thoughts screamed her. She knew exactly which buttons to push and had worked me into a haze of lust, where my baser instincts were taking over and now, she was ordering me to restrain my urges. My eyes squeezed shut, I concentrated on massaging, licking and kissing the foot before me and through a herculean effort managed to restrain myself despite feeling the occasionally stretch of her ankle which gently rubbed between my legs.

I don’t know how long this torture lasted but suddenly my mouth was free as she pulled back and as I opened my eyes she was standing before me. “Stand up” she ordered sharply “Drop your pants and lie on the bed.”

I swallowed, eagerly and somewhat shakily getting to my feet and undoing my trousers, kicking them off awkwardly as they fell round my ankles. Quickly I moved past her and lay onto the bed, what was she thinking? Were we gonna sleep together? Knowing her it was unlikely to be that simple but still there was hope, maybe?

“Move down into the center of the bed” Becky said simply. As I shifted downwards, realizing suddenly how vulnerable I was, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, silky boxers that did not even have a hole down the center, my cock bulged obscenely within and even worse a wet patch could be seen from where I had been leaking precum. Becky, meanwhile, had made no move to disrobe and in my position she could see everything. “Well, well, someone seems to be enjoying themselves. And it’s not even time for your reward.”

She reached into her rucksack and pulled something out, before climbing on the bed and straddling my chest, my breathing turned ragged. “So I noticed when reviewing your work that some videos were edited better than others, almost as if you preferred and worked harder on them.” She lifted the object she had been holding in front of my eyes, a pair of leather handcuffs with a metal clip between them which she dangled before me “In fact anything with bondage in them, seemed to be of almost pristine quality. Almost as though you were wishing it was happening to you?”

I blushed slightly and looked to the side “Yes Miss” I whispered meekly. “Why does it turn you on?” she asked casually as if asking about the weather.

“Umm.. Well..” I stammered unable to bring myself to tell her, I felt her lean forward until her upper body was lying against mine, her lips against my ear “Come on, tell me” she whispered wickedly in an almost pouting voice “It will be our little secret, I promise”.

I moaned as I felt something break inside of me “It’s the idea of being so in your control, a physical manifestation of your dominance over me” the words came tumbling out, almost without wondered just raw emotion and need, “to know and feel that I am so owned by you” I turned my head to look at her, her hands resting on my chest, her face directly in front of mine, her eyes looking deep into mine. “I crave that feeling of knowing that you could do anything you wanted to me, and I would be helpless to stop you, the rush of our power exchange… Miss” I finished, appalled at what I had just admitted to her.

A smile broke out on her face and for the first time she did not look intimidating or taunting or powerful, she simply looked happy. “Good boyyy” she purred “now, put your hands before you.” She ordered as she sat up.

I lifted my arms before her, placing my wrists together. She took one and began to strap the leather cuff around it then the other before pulling out a thin rope from her bag.

“Arms above your head” she said and instinctively I obeyed. She shifted forward leaning as I felt her hands moving above me, tying and securing me, the piercing in her belly button winking at me. Then with a loud snick, she had me with my arms both raised above my heard, not fully taunt but still stretched out with the rope tying the clip in the cuffs to something at the top of my bed. Returning to her bag she pulled out two more cuffs and secured them round my ankles, tying each to a separate bedpost. When she was done, she stood admiring her work, I was fastened down, able to squirm but not much more, looking like an upside-down Y.

The next thing she pulled out caught me by surprise, a thick and heavy blindfold that she wasted no time in bringing down on my eyes securing behind my head. It struck me suddenly how helpless I truly was and though I had begged her for this, I could not help feeling worried and yet somehow incredibly excited. I could feel my cock twitch as the realization of the situation I was in sunk in. I could not even see what she was doing though I feel the bed shift as she climbed on to me

“Mmh” came her soft silky voice “I’ve been waiting to play with my new toy” and then suddenly she was kissing me, an aggressive possessive kiss, there was nothing tender about it. I felt her tongue push into my mouth ravishing me as her hands came down my chest rubbing slowly and then suddenly painful as she dug her nails in and scratched me. I moaned helplessly beneath her as her lips left mine leaving them wet and swollen, I felt her move down biting and sucking on my neck. She was like a frenzied animal, I squirmed and groaned caught between pleasure and pain as she bit, prodded, tickled and scratched all over my body, as if marking me. Finally, after an eternity of this, I felt her lift and move up, the bed shifted around my head. I realized a second before she spoke what she intended “Lick” she whispered huskily “make me cum” and then she lowered herself on my face.

I had guessed right, she was soaking, her scent musky and overpowering, her taste bitter and delicious. I lifted my tongue, having to explore her nether region by touch and taste instead of sight. I licked and sucked at her labia, running my tongue up and down the sides of her pussy, pushing my tongue into her, sucking and munching on her clit, the desires to please her and taste all of her battling in my mind. Her juices flowed into my mouth, down my face, forcing me to swallow her nectar again and again. I broadened my tongue and concentrated on the areas that she pushed most into my mouth, my turn to be an animal as I lost myself in her. I felt her hand wrapping into my hair forcefully pulling me into her mound and this inflamed me, making me redouble my efforts. She gasped and moaned, squirmed and giggled as I did my upmost to pleasure her and then suddenly she was grinding herself into my face, unable to breathe, I could hear her continuous gasping sounds muffled from between her thighs and then suddenly she held me against her and I heard her passion as she came in my mouth. Juices flooding everywhere on my face and down my throat and then her hand dropped from my hair as she indulgently rubbed herself gently against my tongue, eking out every last bit of her orgasm before falling back.

I gasped in some air, breathing hard as though I had just ran a marathon; she was in the same state from what I could hear. As we calmed down, I heard her shaky voice “O-okay, now you’re going to do that again.”

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I was still tied down, unable to see, exhausted from my ordeal; Becky had proven greedy having me lick her to orgasm several times whilst my own needs had remained ignored and unmentioned, but now she was planning something else. I could hear her walk around the room, moving things around, preparing her next game.

“So having you tied up is all well and good, but I don’t think I want this submission to end when I untie you.” She explained casually as I felt her slide something over my ears “I’ve been wanting to branch out into something new for a while. So.. have you ever heard of hypnosis?” I gulped “Yes Miss”

“Good, well I want my control to last over you even when we’re not together, so you can be my guinea pig and let me bind your mind as well as your body”. I felt her hands pulling down my boxers, struggling to do so fully due to the positions of my legs. “But I need to make sure you’re aroused the whole time”

Suddenly the boxers were around my thighs and my cock was finally free, I groaned at the sudden pleasure of being let free of confinement. I heard her murmur appreciatively “You’re so wet” she giggled “You really are a slut!”. I whimpered in embarrassment as I felt my cock twitch and more wetness spread around the base of my belly. And then a new feeling, further down as warm, thick liquid was poured below my crotch and over my rear end. “Wait, wait” I began realizing what she was doing as I felt something poke and push down there.

“Now I know you’re not used to this but trust me you’re going to love it” she continued, ignoring my pleas. I felt something prodding at my hole and then suddenly it popped in, I groaned as I felt her push it inside of me, my mind perceived it as being relatively small but to my body it was large and uncomfortable. “Now” she continued matter-of-factly “this is a bullet vibrator” she pulled out her finger from inside me “And this will feel amazing”

Suddenly there was a click and whatever she had put in me started to vibrate, I yelled in surprise as pleasure shot through me, the bullet stimulating something deep inside of me, a constant ecstasy radiating out of that spot suffusing my body. I was rock hard, almost painfully so, a constant stream of precum leaking out of my dick. As I struggled to get used to the sensation, I heard her giggle “Well let’s get started” and then suddenly the voice was in my ear.

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I don’t know how long it lasted or how long I was under for, as I struggled to ignore the sensations of the bullet I tried to concentrate on the voice. I could not tell if it was Becky or someone else, but she made the most sensual and arousing sounds I had ever heard. Wicked and tantalizing promises of pleasure from my submitting to women in sinful, erotic words whispered directly into my brain, washing over my body.

As I lay there, unable to see, unable to move, I felt myself falling into the depth of my mind caught in a state between wakefulness and sleep, between obscurity and awareness, helpless as her words bound and tightened around me like silky strands from a web, tying my pleasure and arousal to my feelings of submission, exciting and inflaming me, until I found myself repeating her words, at times aloud and other times in my head, rising and falling through different levels of trance. I can not remember her exact words, but I know that sometimes they painted wonderful and enchanting scenarios, other times they brought me deeper into myself, and sometimes they left me squirming and begging. Eventually I felt my mind capitulate to her voice just as my body had to Becky’s actions, and a warm blank darkness descended onto me.

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Fully awake… My eyes opened to darkness and quiet. I had no idea how long I was under for or what Becky did to me whilst that voice took me over; all I know is that when I awoke, there was silence and I was still bound down and blinded. I tried to move but my limbs felt lethargic, my throat dry and parched, my mind blanketed by a heavy fog .

“Becky?” I tried to call out “Becky, what time is it?” I could barely manage more than a whisper; I was so thirsty. Silence reigned “Becky, are you there?” I struggled against my bonds, god I felt so weak. I tried to shout but could only manage a broken croak. *Where is she?* I wondered to myself, she couldn’t have left me here. Panic started to surge within me after a few minutes as the realization sunk in that I was indeed alone.

*Fuck, that bitch..* I tried to move, to pull against the rope, but I was not getting out of here without help… and then my situation got worse.

I heard a knock at my bedroom door, causing me to freeze. The knock came again and then a voice called out

“Samuel, are you there? Is everything alright?”

Shit, Lauren… It must have been several hours if my stepmother was home, how long had the hypnosis been working its magic on me?

The knocking became more persistent “Samuel your friend left an hour ago, she said you weren’t feeling well and that she’d left you to sleep, she seemed worried about you” Lauren’s own voice sounded concerned.

As I processed what Lauren said, the bullet suddenly came alive, its vibrations causing me to arch my hips and groan desperately, the realization that I had not come in several hours sunk in.

“Ok, I’m coming in”

Oh no.. nonononono, please god no, I tried to tell her to go away but I could barely speak, there was nothing I could do. I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the handle turn and the door open.

“Why is it so dark in here? And what is that smell?” I heard Lauren’s disgust as she stepped in and then I heard the click as she turned on the lights.

Of course, I could not see anything with the blindfold on, but I could imagine what I looked at, tied down, my face still covered in Becky’s dried juices, my body marked to hell by the savaging she had given it earlier.

“Oh my god” I heard followed by a shocked silence as Lauren must have been taking in the sight before her. *God, what will she think of me now?* I wondered to myself mortified.

“Samuel, are you alright? What happened to you?” asked Lauren in a shocked voice. I lifted my head and could only manage one soft word “Water..”

The sound of my voice must have snapped her out of it, as I heard her moving around the room and the bed shifting as she sat next to me. Her hand cradled my head as I felt a glass pushed against my lips, clear, delicious water poured in. I gulped and gulped, eventually choking and coughing some out down the side of my lips.

“Thank you, Miss,” I said more steadily, now that I was rehydrated. “Miss?” asked Lauren perplexed “No need to be so formal”. I realized that the title had come unbidden to me, but before I could think of it more, I felt Lauren stand.

“So do you want to tell me what happened here” she asked softly, I could hear wonder in her voice… and something else,

“Did your friend do this to you?” I felt her hand rest on my stomach and drift downwards “You’re really scratched up and bruised”.

Everything felt hypersensitive and when she touched me, I felt myself flex “That looks uncomfortable” I heard her whisper, almost to herself. Her finger drifted lower and then I felt the tip hook under the waistband of my boxers *Wait what is she doing?* “Stop!” I said in a panic, but it was too late, she pulled them upwards towards the ceiling. The sudden freedom caused my engorged fullness to spring out of my underwear so that part of it was in full view. I heard a shocked gasp from Lauren as she stepped back letting the waistband snap back down, trapping the top half of my cock outside of my underwear. The simultaneous freedom and pressure caused by the waistband brought about sensations of both release and pressure that felt amazing, I could feel myself leaking again as I squirmed desperately for any more sensation despite my humiliating position. *I need to get a hold of myself, Laure’s right there for god’s sake!* I wondered to myself.

“Lauren, please, untie me Miss” I groaned pathetically.

“Yes-s, of course..” her voice sounded shaky and then I felt her leaning over me, a soft pillowy pressure against my face *(Are those her breasts?)* as she worked on my binds. In my state I could smell her perfume, feel her womanly softness and it was doing nothing to calm me down.

After what felt like an eternity my hand were suddenly free and Lauren stood. I moved my arms down quickly slipping my member back out of sight and away from her eyes, before starting to rub each of them. Pins and needles were starting to awaken in my arms as I felt pain flare up in them.

Lauren coughed awkwardly and then said in an embarrassed tone “You should be able to handle the rest yourself, I am going to my room.. There’s some pasta in the fridge if you’re hungry” and then she padded out. I sighed as I heard the door close, at least she hadn’t asked more questions about the whole situation.

I undid and finally removed the damned blindfold from my eyes, momentarily blinded by the light after such a long time in darkness and removed the headphones. Once my vision adjusted, I look down at myself and gasped, I was covered in bites, hickeys, lipstick and scratches; some where white and others where angry red lines going up and down my body, pink lipstick smudges were everywhere. A gigantic sticky puddle of precum pooled around my stomach and belly. I stared in shock; she had really worked me over.

Shaking myself I freed my ankles and removed the infernal bullet from inside of me, pulling it out relatively easily using the wire that attached it to some kind of remote.

On fragile legs, I stumbled into my bathroom and the shower. As I turned on the water, I turned up the heat until it was almost scalding and started the long process of cleaning myself, the shampoo rubbing through my hair that was sticky with sweat, and down my front that was covered in our filth.

As I rubbed my chest my thoughts were a jumbled mess, everything Becky had done to me, from the bondage to the massage even to leaving me for Lauren to discover; these had all been to cement her dominance over me, I was sure of it. My hand slipped down my chest, over my stomach *and I let her take control, worse I enjoyed it*.

Everything felt so sensitive, her teasing and taunting *it all got to you* I wondered accusingly to myself, without realizing it my soapy hand slipped down further sliding down the base of my hard belly and onto my cock, *I’ve never felt this way before*, wrapping itself around my cock as I began to gently stroke up and down my full length from the base to the tip. *I feel so used*, twisting my hand as it went up and down, *why is this turning me on so much?* I bit my lip stifling a groan. I should be angry, I *am angry, this shouldn’t excite me*; it was true anger and arousal warred within me one then the other taking over and feeding each other in a vicious cycle, I was angry at being aroused and that fed my lust, which in turn made me more angry which in turn…

*Fuck…* I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut, then opening them wide as they rolled back into my head *I’m gonna cum*. I had worked myself into a frenzy, thoughts of today playing into my mind, unconscious whispers from her recordings rising back into my mind. I felt pleasure radiate down from my brain, electrifying my body, until it merged with the pleasure at the base of my cock; and then my orgasm hit me, the ejaculate so strong that I could feel it rushing up through my penis, stream after stream shooting out, my left hand scrabbling against the wall as it tried to discover purchase, hips thrusting forward as my shoulders collided with the wall. On and on it went, blasting the thoughts from my mind and the air from my lungs and when finally it subsided I could only stare at the ceiling, eyes open but unseeing as my mind was blank and empty.

I came back to my senses and had a new mess to clean up; I concentrated on that and tried to push back two realizations that I currently couldn’t bring myself to face: firstly that this had been the strongest orgasm of my life and secondly, I desperately wanted Becky to play with me again.

I was addicted.

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