__ME__

We walk besides each other. Our conversations are casual. We hardly flirt or even tease, because we both know very well what’s at stake. Tonight could ever leave you healed or traumatised. You are aware of your helplessness, I’m aware of my responsibility.

Our relationship is weird. It’s like we have two separate relationships, or what I could call one, very schizoid one.

In real life, we’re friends with a trust level as good as if we’ve known each other since elementary college. You’re dominant and upright, and at all times in charge of the conversation. I like it that way.

When we text, however, well… you’re nothing short of my sex slave.

I have enough video material on you to ruin your life if I wanted to. Maybe that’s what makes it so exciting for you, I don’t know. In any case, I’m excited by the level of power I have, but also by the trust you give me.

And that’s why I’m so amazed. This is the very first day we meet in real life, and we’re talking like we’re company partners.

Hot.

I had hoped it would be like this. I’ll break these taboos with my hands, not with words, once we’re at my place.

__HER__

As I climbed his stairs, I could feel his eyes burning in my back. I was scared. And I loved it. One year of affection for a heap of pixels had suddenly turn into flesh, blood and sturdy muscle.

My thoughts went racing.

‘I can not read you, for God’s sake! What will you do with me once we’re there? Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing. Maybe you’ll begin fidgeting, pour me a drink I don’t want to sip on for a million years, talk about the weather and ask me with a trembling voice where you’re allowed to touch me. Please be confident. I want to let go. I need to let go. I can not carry this situation on top of everything else.

The door shuts.

I turn around.

His hand grips the back of my neck, his finger softly strokes my cheekbone.

I looked in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking back. His gaze danced over my body, in a calculated, almost disinterested way.

This was a different man from the one I just talked to on the way back from the train station.

Still bewildered from this sudden metamorphosis, my lips prepared to speak the word ‘what?’.

And this did not go unnoticed: ‘shh’, he said, as his other hand firmly grabbed my chin. My body turned limp, as if it instinctively surrendered itself to be used. His eyes suddenly locking into mine with a psychopathic stare.

Before I could wonder whether I was in trouble, his other hand pulled me towards him swiftly and forcefully, then locked itself around my neck, together with his other hand.

That stare…

I knew that whatever he would enact upon me tonight, he would do so with confidence.

‘Close your eyes’.

Yes sir.

His grip tightened, I started gasping for air, I could feel his breath, and as his grip finally loosened… his lips were upon mine.

After three seconds he disengaged his lips, and his hand traveled along my throat, pushing my gaze up with just his finger, as his thumb entered my mouth.

‘Don’t move’.

His hand traveled down my throat again, towards my cleavage, casually grabbing my left breast and pulling it out of my t-shirt.

‘Hmm’ he said. He said it with a calculating tone to his voice, as if he was considering buying me from a slave market. As if he was pondering about what my body would be useful for. Suddenly he pulled me close. Our lips connected, his tongue danced alongside mine, his teeth sunk softly into my bottom lip.

In a split-second he was behind me, his hand placed on my throat, pushing my head up again, as his other hand traveled down to the bottom of my t-shirt.

‘Close your eyes’.

His finger traveled upwards, slowly exposing my belly, my breasts, before it came to a halt just above my cleavage. He tied my shirt into a knot and fasted it.

He circled around me again, grabbed my chin, and pushed his thumb into my mouth, as he looked deeply into my eyes.

Things were racing in the back of my head, mostly the uncertainty about what was about to happen, and the long list of requirements my parents had at all times said should be met before anyone could see me like this. Yet here I was, vulnerable, and exposed.

Luckily, I wasn’t given the time to ponder on this too long, as my attention was caught by something cold encircling my left wrist. Before I realized what was happening, he had handcuffed me.

He now had a smirk on his face.

He got down on his knees, pulled down my pants and panties, walked a few steps backward, leaned against the wall and just looked at me, as if he were inspecting me.

‘Not bad…’

He smirked. ‘Don’t move, I’m going to get something’.

Seconds became minutes, and I started to wonder when he would return. It was chilly in his apartment. If I looked down, I could see the goosebumps on my breasts begin forming, and my nipples get harder. The handcuffs were tight. After six minutes, I started wrenching my wrists in the handcuffs, bending over a bit, to get rid of the pressure around my wrists. Then I heard footsteps. Shocked, I swiftly stood up right again.

That was the moment the door opened.

There he was. He walked towards me, and with one hand, he grabbed my pussy, just like that. One finger slipped inside. His other hand gripped me by my hair.

He looked into my eyes, with that same emotionless gaze.

‘You didn’t move, right?’

I shook my head.

‘Are you sure?’

I was now sweating, and nodding.

‘Interesting’ he said.

He turned around me. From behind, he grabbed my left breast, squeezing the other one upwards with his arm.

He put up his phone screen in front of me, and what I saw on there, took my breath away.

It was me, filmed from the corner of his apartment, twisting and turning to get my wrists loose.

Before I could explain myself, I felt a sharp pain, shooting through my body like a bolt of electricity. His nails buried themselves into my clitoris, unforgivingly, as I had to keep in a scream and tears of pain welled up into my eyes. He pulled me close by my ponytail, finally let go with his nails, and looked at me.

‘Get on your knees’. I didn’t dare to disobey that order.

‘Open your mouth’. Yes sir.

He opened his zipper, and pushed his erection inside of me, as I let out a muted moan of surprise.

‘Look into my eyes’.

There I was, in the most shameful position I had been in so far.

‘Did you move?’

I nodded.

‘Did I allow you to?’

I Shook my head.

‘Do you want to understand what will happen if you disobey me again?’

Shook my head again.

‘Good’

He grabbed my neck with two hands and pulled me upwards. Before I could recover from what had just happened, the action started.

‘It’s about time I use you’.

He pushed my knees onto his sofa, and pushed my face into the pillow. His fingers ran upwards across my inner leg, scooping up some of the moist that had been dripping down my pussy. He let out an evil chuckle.

His fingers entered my mouth, as to let me taste my own juices. In trance, I sucked on his fingers as if they contained the serum to save my life.

‘Move back a bit’

I did, and that’s when he took my breath away. His thick member stretched out my pussy to an extent I’d never felt before, pummeling me into an uncontrollable moan. The first halfway he pushed inside me slowly, the second halfway he thrusted with force, changing the tone of my moan into one of surprise, one of a mix of pain and pleasure.

From there on, he had no mercy.

First, he thrusted inside me with all the force he had as fast as he could. The moans just came without consideration, the last piece of control I wondered I had over my body faded instantly, as it surrendered to his will, begging for mercy.

Then he started making quick, hard thrusts at unexpecting moments, as held my head up by my hair and spanked my ass in between. I wanted to beg for mercy, but I knew it would be pointless. He was just using me. And I was almost ashamed of how much I was addicted to it.

He smacked my head in the pillow again. He now thrusted my poor pussy as fast and quick as he could. Tension was rising in my body and before I knew it, I felt it coming. My first orgasm. He mercilessly kept on thrusting as I started shaking and trembling. I lost my mind, and everything felt ecstatic. The clapping sound of his hipbones smacking my ass felt like supernovas, the drips of his sweat running into my butt crack felt like a waterfall, his hands, now firmly squeezing my breasts together, felt like they were reaching into my soul…

Just as I approached my second orgasm, he pulled out, and rotated me towards him by grabbing my neck. He stood up.

My face must have been looking like a mess. Sweat-stained, with loose hairs sticking to it in uncomfortable places. I looked up to him and saw he had his phone in his hand.

‘Are you filming me?’

‘Shh’

Then he ejaculated all over me.

The first rope of his semen forced my eyes shut, forcing me to undergo this blindly. I felt ropes and ropes of thick sperm hit my face, oozing down over my breasts, as his thumb forced my mouth open with one pull. The bitter-salt taste took me off guard once again.

‘Look into the camera’

I did.

‘Drool that sperm out over your tits’

I did.

His finger ran down the left side of my neck, behind my ear, as if softly petting a kitten. This is the first time I saw a considerate, caring subtle smile on his face.

‘And… cut’.