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***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are at all times starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Cum and saliva had start to pool around her face. It had now been 2 hours since she was drugged so it wouldn’t be long before she woke up. About 2 more hours or so. I pulled my phone out, taking pictures to show her later. Not that she wouldn’t taste me in her mouth as is but I knew I would enjoy her response. I decide to leave, getting hungry now. We have a long night ahead of us. I exit the room, locking the door, replacing the faux wall cover and cleaning supplies. I turn to leave, planning on returning soon.

I eat and return to the shed, running into my neighbor on his porch as I did. “David! Hey! How’s it going? Did you get the fantasy football stats?” He asked. I smiled, walking over to him. It’s not like my plans were going anywhere, I wondered, laughing at my own joke. “Hey Jason! I did, I did. It’s going to be an exciting year!” I responded. “Yeah, man! Are you changing the entertainment room again?” I was a bit confused as to what would make him ask that. Apparently my face was telling him the same thing because he continued to speak “sorry, I just thought I saw you carrying something bigger back there earlier, I don’t mean to pry.” My heart dropped, fuck I didn’t know he was home. “Oh I carried some tools to put back earlier, is that what you mean?” He smiled, not seeming to have any clue as to what I had really been carrying. “That must be it! Let me know if you ever need help.” I thanked him and went inside the house. After eating, I grabbed a glass and my whiskey and then headed out the back door to the shed.

I entered the room, knowing it wouldn’t be long until she was awake if she wasn’t already. Once I walked further in, I could see that she was just seeming to come to. Her eyes alternating between squeezing shut and then opening slightly. I could tell the drug was still in her system, making it difficult to focus or make any big movements. I moved behind where her head was facing and just observed.

I watched her silently, letting her take her time. She lifted her head slightly, it quickly falling back to the surface of my contraption. “Ughhhh” she groaned. Her mouth closed and opened, the expression on her face letting me know that she had an unrecognizable substance in her mouth. The bridge of her nose scrunched up in a disgusted confusion. Then her shoulder twitched slightly as she attempted to move her hands up to her face. Failing due to her bindings, she opened her eyes even more. Looking around as much as she was able, she start to freak out. “Mmgmm” she groaned, struggling against the bindings but finding no release. “AHHHH” she screamed, angering herself more.

“You’re awake” I said in a stoic and neutral tone. She yelped out, scared of the voice she couldn’t see. I walked towards her, making sure that she could hear my footsteps. “Please let me go, please I’m begging you just stop this” she said so quickly that I barely understood her. Her entire body ceased, the muscles tightening as she heard me getting closer. I reached out, petting her hair. She jumped in response, crying out slightly and then freezing. Her eyes squeezed close, as though she was eager herself somewhere else. “You can keep your eyes closed all you won’t, when you open them you’ll still be here.” She ignored me, keeping her eyes shut.

I moved my hands from her head to her upper back, tracing up to her ass. She wiggled again, not understanding her predicament. “What do you want?” She asked me. I snickered at her, “I’ve already got what I want.” She opened her eyes, looking around again, asking “what do you mean by that?” I pet her head again, “you, silly” I said. She grunted, angry with me. “You better let me go, people are going to come looking for me.” I knew she was right, but I was confident it wouldn’t matter. I had taken all the precautions to prevent that.

“Yeah, you’re right. They will. They won’t find you though.” Her eyes widened, fear and realization peering through. “Pleee-ee-ase” she whined. “Now now, no whining. It won’t change anything and it will annoy me. You don’t want that.” She wiggled as hard as she could, screaming “AHHUGGGH!” She gave it everything she had but ultimately failed. Now exhausted, she laid there panting. “I won’t pretend it isn’t cute to watch you try though” I told her. She rolled her eyes. Hmm, attitude. Fun.

I stood up and pooped myself a glass of whiskey, drinking it immediately and then refilling the glass. I put the glass on the side of her face, telling her “don’t let this fall.” She froze, doing her best to avoid the glass from falling. It took me by surprise, I half expected her to toss it over with her head. She seemed to discover a comfortable spot to rest while keeping the glass up. I picked it up, taking a small sip and returning it to her head. I looked around the room, trying to decide which cabinet to open. So many choices.

I walked around the room, opening the sensory deprivation cabinet first. I grabbed two eye patches, walking back over to her. I picked up my glass, placing it on a surface near by. They were simple, but effective. Her vision now entirely impaired, she start moving her head around trying to discover a way to see. I returned to the cabinet, picking up the sound-deafening Bluetooth headphones and grabbed my phone to put on music. After deciding on a playlist, I returned back to her. I placed the headphones on her head, the music replacing all intake of other sound.

Now that she was dead and blind, I opened my anal canines. So many choices, but I decided on a plug with a gem on the end. Walking back over to her, I stopped at the table and took another sip. I had to stop and admire my new property. Now, I had a way to get out a bad day or a quick way to masterbate whenever. I no longer needed to convince my wife to try kinky things. Now if she wants to try it, great! If not, I can come down here. I had a built in home toy that would now endure it instead. Everyone wins. I grinned massively at myself, exciting myself at all my future plans.

I walked over to her, pushing the toy into her ass without a second wondered. She screamed, the pain having to have been excruciating. My dick got instantly hard. I knew her screams would remain unheard so I let her scream. Once she quieted down to a sob instead, I picked up a wooden paddle. As I stood behind her, I reached out with my hand to touch her ass cheek. She flinched at the contact, so I removed my hand and came down with the paddle. “Ow-www” she cried out. She had no way of knowing when the next hit would come. Her ass cheek was already bright red. I hit her ass cheek again in the same spot. “PLEASE stoooooop” she begged me, unable to hear if I even responded. My dick throbbed. I hit her again, same spot. The red start to purple into a bruise. “Mmm” I moaned out without meaning to. I hadn’t ever had this much access or control but now I had it all. I hit her for a fourth time, now she just cried. The tears pooled below, mixing with my cum and her spot from earlier.

I put the paddle back, moving to remove the headphones. “How are we doing?” I asked her. She didn’t respond, just continued to cry. “You’re crying too much. I need you to be able to breathe through your nose because I’m about to fuck your mouth again.” Her head shook back and forth, indicating no. I grabbed a tissue from the bathroom and returned, “blow” I told her, holding the tissue to her nose. She did, clearing her nose finally. I knew it was embarrassing for her, but I would take any chance I had to do that. I finished my second glass of whiskey, refilling it for a third time.

Then I removed my clothes, planning on being here a while. I made sure to be as loud as I could, knowing she could only hear not see. I cock was hard, I walked up to her and put my dick right in front of her mouth. “I am going to fuck your face now” I told her in a demanding tone. “No no no no no” she repeated, her head shaking back and forth. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I responded and then put my dick in her mouth, pushing all the way to the back of her throat. Fuck that feels good. She gagged slightly and for a second, I almost felt guilty. Then I remembered that this room was the one place that I never had to feel guilty. I thrusted into her again, pushing in all the way and staying there as she gagged. The back of her throat hitting the top of my dick felt great. I pulled out, slobber trailing behind so I slapped her face with it. The spit wiped across her face. Before she could say anything, I returned to throat fucking her. Once her spit was sloshing, I pulled out and wiped her face all over with it.

I didn’t want to cum yet, I was having too much fun. So I pulled back and took a sip of my fourth glass of whiskey. I was beginning to feel buzzed now but this just lowered my inhibitions. I looked at her tied there, the ropes likely now leaving scratches on her skin. Her hair a mess, the spit covering her face. I felt feral, ready to let myself go and do what I had wondered about for so long. I took another sip and then went behind her and pulled out the plug. I walked over to the bathroom and threw it in the sink. She would clean it later.

I grabbed the automatic dildo machine and placed it on the table next to her face. “Open your mouth” I told her. She ignored me, so I slapped her face “I said, open your fucking mouth.” She barely opened it, so I grabbed her bottom jaw and put the dildo in there, turning on the machine. It start fucking her mouth in a consistent rhythm. I stood behind her and pressed my cock against her ass, sliding in slowly. She moaned out. I couldn’t tell if she was moaning from pain or pleasure. The machine made it hard to detect tone.

Either way, this made me harder. I start to fuck her ass harder, pumping back and forth. Every time I entered her ass, a loud “mmpphh” would choke out. I could see her mouth being destroyed by the dildo. The combination became too much. I pressed into her hard and exploded in her ass. “Fuckkkk yeah” I moaned out. Holy shit that was unreal. I pulled out and stood there for a second trying to regain composure. The machine continued fucking her mouth as I did. I wanted to make sure she understood her role here. She was a hole: that’s it.

I walked over to her face and removed the dildo machine, replacing it with my cock. I forced it into her mouth, making her clean my soft cock off entirely. “There you go bitch, clean my cock. Don’t stop licking and sucking until I tell you to.” She sucked on my flaccid dick, not stopping until I pulled out. I sat back, beginning to enjoy my whiskey again. It would be a minute but I planned on using her all night.

NSFW: yes

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