Chapter 3
At the party meeting, I met this good-looking guy, a nice young dude, always dressed kinda casual and with smart talk. The folks called him Caco; he wasn't ugly but he kinda looked like a Muppet, poor guy! One day we decided to go out for drinks and naturally started hooking up. Our relationship moved slow because college took up all our time and we still had party stuff to do—someone had to make the revolution.
I liked him; his only flaw was that he overanalyzed everything, but that was just freshman stuff, discovering the whole underbelly of a public university and getting hooked on all those Marxist texts popping up in front of him.
In bed, things went pretty great; he was open-minded and always had new ideas and different ways to do the same old stuff. I liked it a lot. I lived alone, and he'd come over on weekends or holidays to stay with me. We'd fuck all over the house and try everything!
He'd mentioned 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 people with no clue! But lately, he'd been more insistent, showing me articles, videos, and pics.
Without making it obvious, I realized 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 was kinda rough in bed. 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 properly for a few days.
When we started talking again, he apologized and said we'd have to do it right so no one got hurt. He showed me a contract that was basically a form where you checked off which kinks and weird stuff you'd be okay with. When I read it, I cracked up; I wasn't taking it seriously, and I could tell he was 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 admit I'm not someone who likes a ton of freaky stuff, I'm pretty vanilla for real! Usually, I just go with the flow and never plan ahead. But I have to confess, as the days passed until the set date, I got more and more curious, and more than once I caught myself wondering how it'd be—and every time that happened, 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 could only open it at eight at night, then follow new instructions. He said if I opened the box 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 the game. 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 liking the idea; I felt scared in a weird way, and I wanted it. A little panic was eating at me.
On the Saturday we agreed on, I was kinda lost and didn't know what clothes to wear; I called him early, and he asked what I wanted and said not to call again. I was being mistreated and liking it. I must've been going crazy.
Late afternoon, the intercom buzzed saying my boyfriend had dropped off a box in a hurry. 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 checked that everything down there was good to go. 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.
At exactly eight, I got a message that said: "Obey my orders exactly; if I see you didn't follow any of them properly, 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 really old t-shirts I used as a dress, a dildo, a WiFi internal vibrator, and what scared me most: an anal plug. I'd always had shitty experiences back there, and that made me wanna quit right then, but I was curious and horny.
My inspection 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 accepted him as 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 put that vibrator inside me—it had an antenna sticking out. I put some lube on it and tried to find the best position 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 putting it on too. I turned off the apartment lights, peeked quick through the peephole—the hallway was dark. "That bastard turned off the hallway light?" That's what I could think right then. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my lips trembling; I wasn't thinking 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 that annoying thing inside me, I started feeling pissed 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 courage to stand and tell him to fuck off when suddenly I felt something vibrating inside me between my legs. My mouth opened without meaning to, and I dropped my head, staring 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 back on my heels. When the second wave hit, it alternated between 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 orders. I just adjusted the vibrator's position a bit inside me, moved it in and out a little, and shifted the antenna. In the position I was in, 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 between my legs. There was no fourth wave because on the third he cranked it to max; I howled, cursed, and came super fast, falling to the side. Remembering his words, I scrambled back to position. I couldn't breathe, my face was panicked, eyes tearing up, nose running, and I was drooling. That inhuman thing kept vibrating inside me until it stopped.
The door opened, and a shadow slipped in; I could feel his presence, but I didn't have permission to look. For a second, a new thought hit me, and I panicked again. "Did that idiot send another guy to fuck me instead? Did that nut think I'd like this?" I was paranoid. The shadow closed the door, locked the bolt, and walked past me without a word—it was him, the scent 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 in our place, 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.
"On all fours—bitches don't walk upright."
His voice was low and somber. 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 slid two fingers inside me, made some clumsy moves, and 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 letting out a loud moan. He squeezed my ass and twisted his fingers like an inexperienced teen inside me. He fingered me fast, and my fire ignited; 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 make me relax. 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... wouldn't go, but he forced it. I felt that cold thing in my ass bothering me, but somehow all that turned me on.
He told me to sit; he 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 it, slut!"
And that thick cock was shoved into my mouth hard, all the way to my throat. I gagged, took a breath, and started sucking. It was the craziest blowjob I'd ever given; I was pissed, sucking hard without caring if I hurt him. Every time I grazed with my teeth or sucked too rough, hurting him, he'd yank the collar, jolting my neck. When he realized he was gonna cum, he squeezed my cheeks and aimed into my open mouth, spilling semen all over inside. My face was covered in cum.
"Don't clean it."
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 completely naked and erect. I felt the first drop near my left breast; it ran over my skin, burning and giving me chills—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 roughly, 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 open; I felt my ass burn from the force. His cock slammed in all at once; I felt it hit 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 myself after all that pleasure, I looked deep into his eyes.
"Now it's my turn—I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want with you, boy!"
I said, egging him on to do more to me. He looked at me 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 covered in cum, thing shoved in my ass, all red from the spanking and burned from the candle.
"That fucking asshole—I still wanted more…"
That was all I could think.