Chapter 3
At the party meeting, I met this good-looking guy, a nice young dude, always dressed kinda casual and with smart talk. Folks called him Caco; he wasn’t ugly but he kinda looked like a Muppet, poor guy! One day we made plans to grab a drink and naturally started hooking up. Our relationship moved slow because college took up all our time, plus we had party stuff to handle — someone had to make the revolution happen.
I liked him; his only flaw was that he overanalyzed everything, but that was just freshman shit, discovering the whole underbelly of a public university and getting hooked on all those Marxist texts popping up everywhere.
In bed, things were pretty awesome; he was open-minded and always had fresh ideas and different ways to do the same old stuff. I dug it a lot. I lived alone, and he’d come over weekends or holidays to stay with me. We’d fuck all over the house and try everything!
He’d mentioned something about BDSM a few times, but I didn’t pay much attention. I didn’t really know what it was and thought it was for crazy, clueless people! But lately, he’d been pushing it more, showing me articles, videos, and pics.
Without making it obvious, I noticed he was into it and asked if he wanted to try — after all, we didn’t have to go all in. I know guys; he nodded with this dismissive look, but inside he was thrilled, so much so that that day he got kinda rough during sex. It turned me on more from his out-of-control excitement than from the slaps, squeezes, and hickeys he gave me. I was pissed about the bruises he left; we fought and didn’t talk right for a few days.
When we started talking normally again, he apologized and said we’d have to do it the right way so nobody got hurt. He showed me this contract that was basically a form where you checked off which kinks and weird shit you’d be down for. When I read it, I cracked up; I wasn’t taking it seriously, and I could tell he got annoyed. I had to pick which humiliations I’d take, where and how much I’d get spanked, how it’d go down, and for how long! In that game, I felt like I was setting myself up to lose. I like the roleplay of being submissive, pleasing my man in bed and all that, but this was hilarious.
We set it all up right there; I gotta admit, I’m not really into a ton of freaky stuff — I’m pretty vanilla, honestly! Usually, I just go with the flow and never plan ahead. But I have to confess, as the days passed up to the big date, I got more and more curious, and more than once I caught myself wondering how it’d be — and every time, the building ran out of water from my improper use of the showerhead in my bathroom.
On the day we planned, the rules were clear: I had to go down and pick up a box he’d leave for me at the front desk, and I could only open it at eight at night, then follow new instructions. He said if I opened it early, he’d know and wouldn’t talk to me for 15 days. That’d be the worst punishment. You have no idea the anxiety it gave me. “How the hell would he know I opened the box?” I thought, trying to figure out ways to cheat. I remember in the two days before, I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a second, and I think I’d never masturbated so much in my life imagining how it’d go. I was already into the idea; I felt scared in a weird way, and I wanted it. A little panic was eating at me.
On the Saturday we set, I was all lost and didn’t know what clothes to wear. I called him early, and he asked what I wanted and told me not to call again. I was getting treated like shit and liking it. I must’ve been going crazy.
Late afternoon, the intercom buzzed saying my boyfriend had rushed by and left a box for me. I ignored the slow elevator and bolted down the four floors. The box wasn’t small, taped up tight with no hints of what’s inside. Attached outside was just a note to be delivered to me at my apartment. I went up with the box in hand and waited. I’d give a kidney to know what crazy shit was in that box. To kill time, I gave the place one last once-over, fixed my hair and makeup, and made sure everything downstairs was straight. I’m not big on sexy clothes, but I got my fuck panties, right!? In that last hour, I managed to dial down my curiosity and anxiety with the prep.
Right at eight, I got a message that said: “Obey my orders exactly; if I see you didn’t follow any right, I’m out. Open the box.”
I opened it; inside was all sorts of stuff you’d hide in the closet from unwanted folks. In a quick look-through, I got so turned on by what I saw — some things were weird and scared me, like a dog collar with a leash, brand new. A narrow soft leather paddle with a whip tip, candles, black nylon ropes, oils, one of his super old t-shirts I used as a dress, a dildo, a WiFi remote vibrator, and what scared me most: an anal plug. I’d always had shitty experiences back there, and it made me want to bail right then, but I was curious and horny.
My check didn’t take five minutes, and I got another message:
“Take off all your clothes, put on the rag over it, collar yourself like the bitch you are. Turn off all the lights in the house, unlock the door but don’t open it. Put the WiFi vibrator inside you, and stay kneeling on a cushion two meters in front of the door — don’t lift your head and don’t look at me. If you need to, reread all the rules; any mistake on your part, and I disappear from your filthy life.”
I was scared, I was excited, and I realized I was hungry too. I’d agreed he’d be my master, and weirdly, I was liking the game. I was shaking; I stripped naked right there in the living room, tried to figure out how to get that vibrator in me — it had an antenna sticking out. I put some lube on it and tried to find the best way to slide in that pink thing; I’d never used one, didn’t know if it went all the way in or more out. I pushed it in and wiggled a bit to settle it — not great, it was big and uncomfortable, I was super turned on but still, it was something in my pussy. I put on the shirt, thought twice about the collar but ended up doing it. I turned off the apartment lights, peeked quick through the peephole — the hallway was dark. “That asshole turned off the hallway light?” That’s what I could think. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my lips trembling; I didn’t think and followed his last order to kneel two meters from the door.
I was nervous; my knees hurt on the cushion, my leg muscles tense, I felt humiliated with that collar and the annoying thing inside me. I started getting mad at how I got into this; the rules had a safe word to end the game. “Fuck the game!” I said, doubting it, already building up to stand and tell him to fuck off, when suddenly I felt something vibrating between my legs inside me. My mouth opened on its own, I dropped my head, and stared at the floor.
The vibrator was controlled by his phone. From the other side of the door, he picked the intensity; his first choice was a slow rhythm, enough to make me clench and sit on my heels. When the second wave hit, it alternated strong and medium vibes; I wanted to touch myself, but he hadn’t ordered it — I was submissive and starting to really fear breaking his rules. I just adjusted the vibrator a bit inside me, slid it in and out a little, and moved the antenna. In my position, the more excited I got, the more I dilated, making it hard to keep it in; I felt the hot liquid from inside me dripping down my legs. There was no fourth wave because on the third he cranked it to max — I howled, cursed, and came hard super fast, falling to the side. Remembering his words, I scrambled back to position. I couldn’t breathe; my face was panic-stricken, eyes tearing up, nose running, drooling. That inhuman thing kept buzzing inside me until it stopped.
The door opened, and a shadow slipped in; I could feel his presence — I wasn’t allowed to look. For a second, a new thought hit me, and I panicked again. “Did that idiot send another guy to fuck me instead? Does this nut think I’d like that?” I was paranoid. The shadow closed the door, locked the bolt, and walked past me without a word — it was him, the cologne was distinctive. I was sure it was him. I wanted to hear his voice to confirm; I was scared to turn and look. I didn’t get it — I was horny and scared.
From behind me, knowing the sounds of living together, I knew he was taking off his clothes, slowly, on purpose. He seemed to know what was happening to me. I wanted to speak, but I heard the floorboards creak with steps behind me. He grabbed the leash on the collar; I felt a light tug that made my neck shake — it hurt, I didn’t like it.
“Get on all fours, bitches don’t walk upright.”
His voice was low and grim. I crawled, guided to the couch where like an animal he lifted me off the floor and threw me over the arm, leaving my ass exposed.
I stayed there exposed, silent, and he pulled out the vibrator and stuck two fingers inside me, making clumsy moves that sent a intense heat through me. Without warning, I felt a smack on my ass; he used the paddle on me, one… two… three times. I didn’t like it, it stung…
“Quiet!”
He said, scolding me for the loud moan. He squeezed my ass and twisted his fingers like an inexperienced teen inside me. He fingered me fast, and my fire lit up; I bit the couch cover until he used his wet fingers to lube my asshole — I tensed up right away. He licked my ass, running his tongue softly over my hole to relax me. I was on another planet then; I barely noticed, but he came back with the plug and slowly pushed it in — it hurt, it was tight… didn’t want to go, but he forced it. I felt that cold thing in my ass bothering me, but somehow all of it turned me on.
He told me to sit, pulled the collar, and made me look at him; his cock was rock hard, menacing. He pressed it to my lips without asking, but I didn’t suck or kiss — waiting for orders. A hair pull back and then a slap on the face.
“Suck it, bitch! Suck, slut!”
And that thick cock was shoved into my mouth hard to the throat. I gagged, took a breath, and started sucking. It was the craziest blowjob I’d ever given; I was pissed, sucked hard without caring if I hurt him. Every time I grazed with teeth or sucked too rough, he’d yank the collar, jerking my neck. When he realized he was gonna cum, he squeezed my cheeks and aimed into my open mouth, spilling semen all over my face. My whole face was cum-covered.
“Don’t wipe.”
That was his last order.
I was laid on my back, trying to find a position to handle the thing in my ass; meanwhile, he lit a seven-day candle. The candle shadows on his face gave him an evil look; he was totally naked and erect. I felt the first drop near my left tit; it ran down my skin, burning and giving me shivers — I knew I’d be marked, but I didn’t care; weirdly, the pain gave me pleasure. While he dripped, his hand rubbed my pussy hard; he shoved fingers in carelessly, pulling me up. I moaned in pleasure-pain; the thing in my ass didn’t hurt anymore, and I caught myself grinding to feel it better inside me.
He lifted me again, put me on all fours, and with his hands spread me wide; my ass burned from the force. His cock slammed in all at once, hitting bottom; I screamed loud, not sure if pain or pleasure. He pounded hard, and I felt his balls slapping me; I was gonna cum again, and when he sensed it, he grabbed my neck with both hands, squeezing — only loosening when he paused to smack my ass. He didn’t tire, thrusting fast and deep like a machine… I was screaming, and my master let me cum.
When I came back to after all that pleasure, I looked deep in his eyes.
“Now it’s my turn; I’m gonna do whatever I want with you, boy!”
I said, egging him on to do more to me. He glared furious, put on his clothes, and stopped at the door.
“You broke the rules; you were warned.”
He said that and left without answering my pleas. I stayed there, face full of cum, thing shoved in my ass, all red from spanks and burned from wax.
“That fucking asshole, I still wanted more…”
That was all I could think.