Just for The Night

Just For The Night

Just a quick self contained story. Hope you enjoy!

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They say a man's home is his castle. This particular home was the castle of Murphy Sunderland, a pretty typical guy working a pretty typical office job living a pretty typical life. It had been a long week, the kind that sapped one's soul and left them feeling like a husk of a man. He was looking forward to the weekend, to vegetating on the couch with a couple of cold ones while watching the Angels blow a 4 run lead, yet again.

The door slammed shut with a satisfying thud as he exhaled. It was a long, almost exasperated exhale that spoke to just how utterly shit this week had been. His keys jangled as he lightly tossed them onto his key bowl. God, he was ready for the day to just be over. His shoes clicked as he kicked them off, the relief flowing immediately. He walked towards his living room, his steps slow and lumbering.

He was about to walk past to the kitchen when something caught his eye. Something was moving in the corner.... was that his curtains? It took a moment for him to recognize why his curtain was blowing. The window was open. He never left his windows open.

Just as the realization clicked in his mind he heard a sudden rush of movement behind him. A hand came from behind, cupping his mouth. He was about to start struggling when a sharp metallic object was pressed against his neck. He froze, recognizing what it was. A knife.

"I am so sorry to drop in like this, especially uninvited, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to impose on you, just for the night."

The voice from behind him was melodic and sweet. It was definitely a woman's voice. He remained still, not wanting to anger whoever was holding a knife to his neck.

"Now, I am going to let go of your mouth. I do not want to hear you scream. You may speak, but only above a whisper. Do you understand?"

Gingerly, he nodded, careful not to move his neck in any way. She slowly removed her hand from his mouth but moved the hand that had been gagging him to hold his chest tightly. Good god, she had a strong grip. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, the fear clear in his tone.

"What are you doing? What do you want with me?" He was about to ask more questions when his attention was drawn to her hand on his chest. Was she.... stroking his chest? Andmoaning?

"Like I said, I need to impose upon you. Before I explain, though, I would feel significantly better if you were helpless and restrained." His eyes widened when she said that, his fear growing rapidly. "I need you to strip, to take all your clothes off. Now."

He stuttered, there was no way he was going to do that, no way he was going to obey. He was about to speak when the knife pressed into his neck just that little bit more, clarifying his position. He had no choice whatsoever. Starting with his shirt, he undid the buttons one at a time as she moved her hand to let him take it off.

She caressed all over his bare chest, humming in what sounded like appreciation as she did so. He didn't go out of his way to take care of himself but he felt he had an alright body, a little soft in areas but still good to look at, he hoped. Even in this scenario, it was strangely gratifying to hear her appreciate his body.

His pants were next, just a simple matter of unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his slacks. He hesitated a bit now, afraid to expose that much to her, but he knew he had no choice, not if he wanted to stay on the good side of the lunatic with the knife. He kicked his pants away, standing in nothing but his briefs.

He felt her breath on his neck, a light moan as she traced a circle around his nipple with her finger. "I thought I said everythinnnng," Her tone was playful and sing-song, like this was a game to her, as she trailed the knife across his neck lightly. Not enough to cut him but enough for him to feel the sharpness of the blade.

Tears were welling in his eyes as he closed them, resigned to what he had to do but terrified of it all the same. He slowly pulled his underpants down, carefully, and threw them away from him. He was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and he felt more afraid than he had been.

A sigh of what sounded like pleasure escaped her lips, her hand roaming over his body, occasionally squeezing as she did so. She did that for a while before her hand disappeared behind him.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Her tone was soft, reassuring, and he obeyed. He felt hard metal on his wrists, just below the ball of his wrists, and immediately recognized them as handcuffs. They clicked into place, locking his hands behind his back.

The knife moved from his neck and he heard more clicking from the handcuffs, almost as if she was locking them shut. He was naked, handcuffed and trapped with some crazy woman. The shiver of his body betrayed the overwhelming fear he felt as he tried to keep a grip, to not break down and cry or beg lest it anger his captor.

If she noticed, she didn't show it. Both of her hands were exploring his body now, roaming over his chest, his thigh, even his ass.

Damn him for a fool but it was not an unpleasant feeling having her caress him. He always thought he was pretty unremarkable, about 5'11, light skin with dirty blond hair slightly parted to the left. Having her explore his body as enthusiastically as she was strangely pleased him.

Eventually, her hands made their way to his cock. She lightly whistled as she took it into her hand. It was rock hard, not big by any stretch of the imagination but still quite pleasing to look at. He shaved it regularly, preferring how it looked that way and, judging by how she was stroking it, so did she.

"Well, well, looky here! I didn't think I'd come across someone whose cock would be hard at this stage!" She laughed and gave it a light squeeze, making him groan a little in a mix of pain, humiliation and pleasure. "Oh, I think I am going to have fun with you!"

She let go of his cock and took hold of his shoulders, slowly turning him around to face her. For the first time he got to see his captor and he felt his breath catch as he did so.

Her whole body was covered in what looked like black leather with a leather belt around her waist. It was shiny and slick but also form fitting, letting Murphy see every curve from his hips to her quite full tits and boy, was she wonderfully curvaceous. Based entirely off of that, she had a body to die for, one that was slightly shorter than him. She was wearing black knee high boots, just as shiny and form fitting as the rest of her outfit.

She also was wearing some sort of full head hood type thing, just as shiny and skin tight as everything else with holes for her eyes and mouth. A short ponytail stuck out the back of her hood, it was hard to tell but it looked like she had dark brown hair. He could tell from what little of her skin he could see that she had brown skin, not dark but not light either.

Her eyes, though, kept his gaze when he saw them. As close as he was to her he could immediately clock that she was wearing contacts of some kind. Even so, those dark hazel eyes captured his attention as surely as their owner captured the rest of him.

From what little he could see, she was stunningly beautiful.

Those eyes narrowed playfully as she tilted her head, clearly recognizing what he was thinking. A playful smirk creeped on her lips as she began to play with one of his nipples, rolling it between two fingers.

"You've been pretty good so far so I'll lay out just what is going to happen," She got really close now, so close he could feel the heat of her breath as she kept looking at his eyes. "I'm going to... take custody of you, just for the night." she chuckled at her own little joke. "I have a need, a need to control and use unwilling men, such as yourself."

As close as she was his cock was rubbing against her leather bodysuit. The sensation was just heavenly, pleasurable in ways he did not know possible. He could feel himself blushing, a moan escaping his lips, as she continued.

"I am going to play with you, hurt you just a little, use you as I want. If you comply, I won't hurt you too much. If you resist," Her fingers squeezed the nipple she had been playing with, twisting it. He groaned and winced in pain. "... I will hurt you until you obey. Do you understand?"

He weighed his options, what few he had. He could try to resist but, bound as he was, he didn't imagine he would accomplish much beyond pissing off his captor, a feat he would rather avoid right now. He could scream for help, but even if a neighbour heard him he'd probably be dead by the time anyone came to help him. That really just left one option.

"I... I understand," His voice was shaky, the torrent of conflicting emotions swirling in his mind, making speaking a difficult proposition.

She let go of his nipple, drawing a sigh of relief from him, her expression sharpening like a lion looking at lunch. "Are you going to obey me?"

He kept his eyes on her, half intimidated and half aroused at being looked at like her prey. When he finally spoke his voice was still shaky and soft, "I will obey."

Her smile grew wider still before she leaned forward and kissed him. For just a second, he forgot she was his captor and he was lost in the kiss, deep and passionate. Her lips felt utterly divine on his tongue. When she pulled back she giggled, clearly riding high off his compliance.

"Kneel," Came her simple instruction as she gestured to the floor.

He did so wordlessly, dropping one knee at a time before adopting a sitting kneel, his ass on his feet. She giggled again, clearly enjoying his submission.

"Stay right there and stay quiet. I'll be right back."

She then turned and sauntered off, her boots clicking on the floor. When she was out of sight, he thought about trying to run, maybe get up and make a break for it, but stopped himself. Maybe it was fear or something else but he figured that she'd probably have anticipated him trying to run away and figured the only thing it would have earned him is pain.

The clicking of her boots signaled her return before she reappeared in front of him, holding a few things he could not quite make out in her hands. She smiled when she saw him there, her expression almost surprised, as she walked in front of him.

"You know, I've played this out in my head a few times," She said as she put down one of the things she was holding, a small box and some wires before continuing, "And never, not once, did I think you would stay here when I told you to."

She was crouching now and took hold of his hair, firm but not painfully hard. "That and your throbbing cock almost makes me think you like this."

That almost gleefully psychotic giggle filled the room again, a giggle to match the expression on her face. He could feel his face blush as he looked away, humiliation washing over him. Did he like this? What the hell was happening to him?

He was dragged back to the moment by a light pull of his hair, making him look at her again. She was holding something in her hand, a small red ball with straps on it. Even he, as unfamiliar with all this stuff as he was, knew what that was. A ball gag.

"I'm going to gag you now. It won't be painful and shouldn't be too uncomfortable if you don't fight it. Just obey and it will be ok," Her voice was a mix of glee and reassurance as she stroked his head.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he had no choice and steeling himself for what was to come. After a moment, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting for the inevitable.

He heard a soft giggle and felt the gag in his mouth. The ball was soft, like it was made of rubber or something, and was not too uncomfortable in his mouth as he bit down into it. Her hands guided his head down and he felt the strap of the gag tighten and get buckled around him. He tried to push the ball out with his tongue but it was locked in place by the strap. He was well and truly gagged now.

The sensation of kneeling naked while handcuffed and gagged was oddly... pleasant. He felt a mix of emotions, strangely sexy and hot, unusually calm and relaxed, and based on the hot, needy feeling in his loins, incredibly aroused. If he didn't also feel sheer terror at being the captive of an armed lunatic this would be an overwhelmingly positive experience.

She helped him to his feet and guided him to his couch. It was made of brown leather and had those big, flat padded armrests. He'd always liked them but was particularly grateful for how comfortable they were now that she was bending him over on one of them. She rested his head on the seat as she spread his legs with hers, exposing his balls and making his stance that much harder to stand up from.

Her hands stroked his exposed derrière as she cooed, clearly enjoying herself. He closed his eyes and groaned, the anticipation was almost worse than whatever was coming. From behind him he heard the clicking of her boots and the subtle squeak of her leather outfit. Then he heard a whoosh.

SMACK

Something hit his ass, hard. He screamed more from the surprise than the pain, the gag silencing the worst of his bellow. It stung, hot and pulsing, but then he noticed the damndest thing.

It almost felt good.

He moaned, a surprising feeling of relief and pleasure washing over him. It took a second for him to notice the laughter coming from behind him.

"Well, well, it seems like you enjoy the flogger's kiss! That's good, cause the flogger wants to make out!"

SMACK

It hit on the other side of his ass now but the feeling was the same. A flash of pain, hot and stinging, followed by a wave of relief and pleasure flowing up his spine. He didn't scream now but still moaned, slowly losing himself to the pleasure.

SMACK

The same, pain and pleasure. It felt so good, like sinking into a warm bath. It was getting harder to think.

SMACK

Pain, pleasure. Good. Hard to focus, had to...

SMACK

Ahhhhh, gooood, ahhhh....

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

The flogging continued for a while but his mind was slipped into subspace long before it was over. His captor stood behind him, admiring his ass. Even she was surprised by his response, by how he seemed to love it, even get lost in it.

If the spacey expression on his face and the low, rhythmic moaning were not clues to his enjoyment than his throbbing cock was. Heck, it was even dripping precum. She tilted her head, wondering something delightfully cruel in her mind and took aim with the flogger.

SMACK

This time, it hit his cock. He groaned in pain raising his head but then... he moaned again. He liked it. Her smile grew wider as she swung again.

SMACK

His cock seemed to be leaking more precum now. Good lord, was he building to an orgasm?

She laughed, tilted her head, and decided to give him what he wanted. She swung her flogger more consistently, giving his cock not even a second between strikes.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Whatever was left of his conscious mind became aware of what was happening. God, it hurt worse than when she flogged his ass.

And god, it felt so much better....

Maybe it was the headspace he was in, or maybe some sort of survival mechanism but the mix of the pain and pleasurable relief was ascendant in its ecstasy. He could feel himself on the verge of an orgasm, on the verge of...

SMACK

cummmiiinmnnggg aaaaaaaaaaaa

His seed spurted out, thick and creamy as his cock spasmed from the orgasm. He threw his head back and moaned from the feeling for a good 20 seconds. His whole body tensed up, like a shock was running through him.

She could feel her own arousal, feel it dripping down her leg. Gods above, this guy was a massive painslut. The sight of him was sending her and she so desperately wanted to touch herself, to feel the feeling he had just enjoyed. She composed herself, that would come soon enough. She still wanted to play with him a bit more.

She dropped the flogger on the floor as she approached him, taking in the sight of his body. He'd worked up a sweat, with a pleasing sheen on his body. His ass and balls, an angry and beautiful red. His back rose and fell slowly with each deep breath. The drool slowly seeping from his gagged lips. And his face still that spaced out look, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

With a gentle stroke she prompted him to crawl forward so he was lying entirely on the couch, then to turn around and lie on his back. It took a minute with him being handcuffed, but he managed it.

He was coming back a bit now, still lost in the unfamiliar feelings and one of the best orgasms he ever had. The feeling of leather on his abdomen was the first sign he got that she was straddling him. Her crotch area felt... damp. A part of him found it amusing that she was just as aroused by all this as he was.

Another part found the prospect terrifying.

Yet another found the terror exhilarating.

If he wasn't unsure of his own fate he would think this unexpected journey of self discovery was pretty good.

Her hands reached behind him, unbuckling the gag and pulling it away. He worked his jaw a bit, it didn't hurt but he felt his jaw get a bit stiff from the gag. She still had that gleeful smirk on her face as she leaned forward.

"I'm glad you liked that one. I must admit, I'm surprised but you might be even kinkier than me."

He opened his mouth to reply and found himself silent. What was there to say in response? He'd just cum from her flogging his balls, he could hardly deny his enjoyment.

"This next activity, I'm afraid, you'll probably enjoy a lot less."

She leaned forward, resting her rather supple breasts on his chest. Between her leather outfit and her pleasantly curvy body, it actually felt amazing. He could feel his cock stir, already hungry for more, as she continued to speak.

"I've always wanted to control a man completely, use him as I wanted. To control every part of them," her hands reached up, cupping his mouth closed and pinching his nose shut.

"Including their breathing."

For the first two seconds, it was ok. It felt weird that he had hands on his face, but it was tolerable.

After two seconds was when the blind panic kicked in.

The more primal part of his brain took over and began to fight for survival. He thrashed as much as he could but with her lying on him he had no leverage to buck her off. He was barely aware of her laugh as she clearly enjoyed his struggles.

His lungs burned, his whole body hurt, he could feel his body struggling to breathe. He stopped thrashing, desperate to save just a few seconds more oxygen. He had no thoughts, no direction, nothing but survival instinct and overwhelming fear.

His vision was getting blurry through tears as his head felt lighter and lighter. He locked eyes with his captor, begging and pleading for his life with a look. She was clearly getting off on the power, her own eyes glassy as she slipped into some sort of headspace herself.

With a soft moan she let go of him, letting him breathe. He sputtered and gasped, sucking in oxygen desperately. His head felt really light and it was hard to focus, he felt foggy. That familiar feeling of pleasurable relief flowed through him again, making him shiver in a strange mix of emotions.

Her hand, clad in leather, was caressing his face softly. Vaguely, he was aware of her face, it looked like a mix of joy and wonder, like someone whose dreams were better than they ever hoped.

When he calmed a bit and his breathing slowed, she clamped his mouth shut with one hand. He could still breathe but he knew what was coming and he begged with his eyes again, the only way he could.

Laughing, she spoke with a sultry edge to her voice, "Oh, I love when you beg with your eyes. I love the power I have over you."

Leaning forward until all he could really see was her face, she almost whispered, "I am going to go one more time, and for longer." He whimpered and attempted to shake his head, making her bite her lip for a second before continuing, "Nothing you do or say will change it. Just lay there, bear it and you'll be ok. I promise."

Her other hand pinched his nose, cutting him off from air. He felt his body begin to panic again, the burning feeling in his chest. Last time he'd barely made it, he'd felt himself start to pass out at the end. If he was going to make it this time, he needed to keep calm, needed to stay in control.

His eyes shot around wildly, trying to find something, anything. They settled back on the only thing he could really see, the dark hazel eyes of his captor.

The burning feeling in his chest only grew more intense, and he could feel his body spasming, trying to draw air in to no avail. Still, he kept his attention on her eyes. They felt almost hypnotic like this. Maybe it was desperation, maybe he was dying and hallucinating, maybe it was something else, but looking at her eyes was almost calming.

The burning sensation was actually getting less painful, which he assumed was a really bad thing. His vision narrowed and his head felt like he'd taken a hit or something. It was getting really hard to think as some part of him realized he was beginning to pass out when she let go.

Again, he gulped air like an elephant, gasping and coughing. And again, the feeling of relief washed over him, a euphoric feeling. He didn't care what it was, the pleasure and the comfort were welcome in this situation.

She watched like he was a science experiment, a curiosity she was enraptured by. A finger trailed along his forehead as he fought to catch his breath.

"That was so much better than I ever hoped it would be..."

She sounded soft, like she was quietly pleased with everything. He looked at her, at those damned hypnotic eyes. The way his body behaved, the way it betrayed him, found pleasure in this degradation was insane. What the hell was she doing to him?

Her leather outfit squeaked as she pushed herself back and then off him. She stood up and seemed to take a second to observe him, handcuffed before her. That smile grew even wider.

She reached out and took hold of his shoulders, helping him to his feet. In so doing they ended up face to face again, close enough to kiss. He heard her gasp and saw her eyes widen. She was a little shorter than he was, her eyes came up to the bridge of his nose.

He noticed her hands caressing his shoulder and her voice coo, "I dreamt of this for so long and you were better than I could have hoped..."

They stood like that for a while, her caressing him, him standing there and trying not to think about how good it felt. It took a minute or two for her to step back, that playful expression on her face.

"I have a few more things I want to do. I took the liberty of setting them up in your bedroom."

Her tone was playful as she grabbed his still hard cock, turned around and started walking. He had no choice but to follow, now he was being led along by his cock. A certain part of him found it funny in a cosmic sort of way, being led by his cock to an unknown fate? How highly humorous, he thought dryly.

At least her pace only pulled on his cock a little. Murphy suspected that was on purpose, slow enough for him to follow but just fast enough for him to struggle a little.

Eventually, they reached his bedroom. It looked the same but there was some sort of thing that looked like a big briefcase in the corner. He softly groaned, dreading finding out what that was for.

He felt her let go of his cock, giving it a tap as she did so. She sauntered over to his bed, sitting down on it and crossing her leg seductively. One of her gloved hands came up, a finger beckoning him to come over to her.

Well, the theme of the night so far seemed to be not having a choice so he stepped closer until she gestured for him to stop. Then she pointed down in front of her. Taking the hint, he knelt down again, his face right in front of her crotch. He could smell her, smell her arousal. It certainly seemed to have an effect on him as he felt his cock throb just that bit harder.

He saw her gloved hand reach down to a zipper over her crotch and begin to zip it open. She was slow, letting each pop of the zip hang in the air as she slowly revealed her pussy.

If her eyes were hypnotic, her pussy was enrapturing. It glistened with her juices like a flawless diamond. Her lips looked soft and wonderful, like a flower unmatched in its perfection. A gasp escaped his lips as his eyes widened, captivated by her crotch.

She noticed his enthralled reaction, the awestruck look on his face upon seeing her pussy. Her own eyes seemed to widen, he guessed his reaction to her pussy fueled something in her, just as seeing her fueled something in him. A feedback loop of erotic desire.

Her hand reached forward, taking hold of the back of his head. He knew what she was going to do, they both knew.

"I was nice enough to let you cum just now, I think it's time you repaid the favour," her voice was breathy and playful as he gently guided his face into her pussy. He stuck his tongue into her, any resistance gone, conquered by his own desire.

Oh, how she moaned as his tongue slid inside, her juices sticky, salty and sweet. Her grip on his head got tighter and she threw her head back, moaning louder now. A part of him was grateful for whatever small chance he had to reclaim some power. His all powerful captor moaning and shaking by his, well, tongue. And, to be entirely honest, between the taste and her scent, eating her out was a pretty damn good experience.

It didn't take long for him to find her clit given how clearly aroused she was. A light brush sent her from moaning to screaming in pleasure, oscillating between crying for more to just plain crying. Her leather clad thighs clamped on his head like a vice grip, locking him in place buried in her pussy. Not that he needed it, he would not have moved even if he could.

Seeing how she was reacting, he decided to up his game a little. He puckered his lips and lightly sucked on her clit, not too hard since he didn't want it to hurt. Whatever was left of coherence in her mind snapped like a twig when he did that. She was just screaming now, lost in the pleasure of his tongue. She was close and he knew it, he kept it up, sucking, licking, moaning in her pussy, pushing her closer and closer.

And then she came. He felt her whole body spasm as her orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs gripped even harder, her hand grasping in a death grip as she screamed like a banshee from the pleasure. It took a while for her to even begin to come down from it, for the screaming to stop and the spasming to get less pronounced. And that was when he decided to strike.

He'd not stopped his ministrations on her pussy, just slowed them down. Once she started to come down a bit, he ramped it back up, licking and sucking with reckless abandon. Immediately, she started babbling, incoherent as she tried to say something but failed to vocalize anything beyond screams. Her hand pulled back on his head but her thighs still held him in a vice grip. He smiled internally, wondering how she felt about her body betraying her just like his had him.

Her second orgasm came quicker this time and somehow, it was even sweeter for him. She creamed every time she came, her juices milky, salty and oh, so sweet. He lapped it up every time, losing himself a little. God, she was almost addictive. They did this dance for a while, she would cum, he would lap her up like a dog with a treat, she would start to come down and he would start again. Even he lost count after the fifth time. If he had to guess, he'd say maybe nine times? And each time was so deliciously sweet to him.

By the time he stopped and let her come down fully she was lying back and panting. Her pussy was really glistening now. God it was so perfect. Her juices covered his face, even now he could smell her intoxicating scent with each and every breath. He stayed there, kneeling with one of her legs resting on his shoulder, as they both came down from the intensity of it all.

It was a long time before she began to stir, slowly moving like she was waking from a deep sleep. She managed to sit up, having to lean on his shoulder as she did so. Once she looked at him, looked at his cum covered face with that glassy and floaty expression on his face, she felt her pussy tingle again. She laughed as she leaned forward, her expression intense but still playful.

"I guess I did deserve that, huh," she stroked his cheek, still laughing. "Turnabout is fair play, after all. It was very intense, but very good."

She gestured for him to stand up before guiding him to the bed and bending him over it. "Keep your eyes closed now, ok?" She cooed in his ear, the tone soft and comforting. Obeying, he closed his eyes and waited.

He could hear sounds behind him, clanging and banging, it sounded like someone unfolding a lawn chair or something. There were also smells after a while, new smells, floral and actually very pleasant. What was his vixen of a captor up to?

It didn't take long for him to find out when he felt her hand on his shoulder, pulling him up. It was just her hand too, not the leather of her glove he felt. She turned him around before speaking softly, "Go ahead and open your eyes now."

There was a table, like a massage table. Wait, no, it was just straight up a massage table, it had a hole for his face and everything. A couple of scented candles were set up on a table nearby, along with a few bottles of oils and stuff. He looked at it all, mildly confused, as he felt her hands trail down his arms to his handcuffs.

"I am going to uncuff you now. If you obey me and do what I say, I promise you'll like what comes next." He heard clicking and felt the cuffs around his wrists loosen. He was free. He could fight, could try and run, but a part of him was curious now, curious to see what she was going to do next.

She guided him over to the table and laid him on it, face down. Then he felt something being locked on one of his wrists.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you look so hot tied up," she said, that gleeful tone he heard earlier creeping back in a little. A part of him internally groaned, wondering if he should have tried to fight somehow... but the rest of him didn't think she was going to hurt him. If she was, she'd have done so by now. He laid there, compliant as she buckled a soft feeling cuff on each of his wrists and ankles, binding him to the table.

All he could see was a narrow tunnel of floor from where his head was resting. Her boots clicked on the floor as he heard what sounded like her rubbing her hands together, followed by her walking over to him. He could see her boots in front of him on the floor and felt her hands on his back, applying pressure and running up and down, next to his spine. Her hands felt a little hot to the touch and a bit wet, clearly there was some kind of lotion on them. He felt his own skin warm up and, he had to be honest, it was a divinely relaxing feeling and he moaned in deep appreciation.

"You can talk if you want, you know. I won't mind," her voice was as sweet and melodic as it was the first time he heard her.

She was applying more pressure now, focusing on his shoulders. He felt her hands press into his shoulders and push down, one hand between his spine and that shoulder bone on his back. It felt so good.

"Why did you do this to me?" he asked once she lifted the pressure a bit. His voice was a bit muffled by his position but he figured she could hear him fine. She repeated the previous motion, starting at the shoulders, as she began to reply.

"I've wanted to do something like this for a very long time. The thought was always there, always lurking. Like an itch you could never scratch. I just...." Her voice trailed off a little, like she was thinking about what to say. "I had to do it. I just had to know."

Her hands moved past his shoulder and trailed, a fair amount of pleasurable pressure applied as they journeyed down his back. "I am sorry that I did this to you. I don't want to hurt you, I just..." Her hands reached the bottom of his ribcage. She began pressing as her hands moved to the side, away from the spine. Whatever muscle it was she was pressing on, it felt heavenly.

"I had to. I just could not fight the intrusive thoughts anymore. I'm sorry it was you."

He would be lying if he said he didn't feel conflicted. At this point though, it was a little academic. But he also knew the mix of fear and pleasure was going to be one hell of a confusing smorgasbord of emotions to unpack later. He had enjoyed things, clearly, but he had been, and kinda still was, genuinely afraid. At least, right now, her hands felt wonderful.

She was pressing up and down his back as he felt the tension in his muscles evaporate like water in sunlight. While he had enjoyed a lot of what had happened, this helped release the stress the night had generated. He felt her lean forward, her breath on his ear.

"I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you. It's going to be ok, I swear."

He didn't know why, but he believed her. The reassurance helped quell what reservations he had left, allowing him to truly relax and get lost in her hands, lost in the comfort of the massage. She worked wonders on his back, his shoulders and his legs. By the time she was done, he felt like a new man.

The cuffs on his hands and legs were unbuckled, freeing him from the table. She gently led him over to his bed as he obeyed wordlessly. He felt the same he did when she flogged him, lost in the feeling of the moment. She laid him back, resting his head on his pillow. His body and mind had been tired before he even got home. The strain and the relief of the night drained what little energy he had left. He felt sleep racing toward him like a train.

The last thing he remembered before slumber consumed him was her, stroking his face while she smiled at him. Her leather gloved hand had felt good, but feeling her bare hand felt... comforting. He still heard her voice as his eyes fluttered and shut.

"Thank you for this."

He woke slowly, groggy and confused. Sunbeams were shining in through the window, bright and vibrant. He peered at his alarm clock through still sensitive eyes, squinting as he saw it was mid morning. He remembered last night, that woman, the things they did together. Had that all been a dream?

His hand reached up to his mouth. There was something on his face, it felt like something wet had dried on it. The scent was familiar, sending him back to that moment, buried in her pussy.

It had been real.

He looked around for any sign of her. Nothing. The table was gone and so was she. He got up and lumbered over to his living room. Nothing. Any sign that she had been here was gone. He felt his face again, her dried cum all over it.

Well, almost any sign.

He slowly ambled over to his couch and collapsed into it. Tied up against his will, flogged till he came, smothered till he almost passed out, made to eat the pussy of his captor and given a massage while bound to a table.

It was crazy that a large part of him loved it, right? He laughed as he felt her cum on his face again.

This was going to be interesting to think about.

THE END.