Bluebeard
I stepped into the house and the door was closed and locked behind me. For a few moments I stood unable to move, listening to his footsteps, then the car start up. Those sounds I was familiar with, but the reverse order adding to the jumble in my head.
I was here, I was alone,and I had my orders.
I started to strip, I had been told I must always be naked in this house. When I had asked what would happen if someone came to the door he had simply laughed.
"Are you hoping they might?" He asked, "Wondering what the postman might think of a naked pierced woman answering the door?"
Remembering his words caused me to look down at my nipples, they always looked erect now, and even showering sent a thrill to my pussy when the water flowed over them.
"If anyone comes to the door you will have to decide what to do, but I am not expecting anyone." He continued, leaving the decision, as always in my hands.
I realised that I had been standing there for minutes, I grabbed the clothes I had left in a pile, his house was as I expected immaculate. Where should I put them?
Sitting in his living room I started to fold them and place them next to me on the sofa. The sofa where he has sat and joked of his laptop tilting as his cock grew hard.
"But what if he thinks I got changed in here" I stood up, messing the clothes as I did so. Just as I was about to return to the hall my mobile phone rang, a text I scrambled through my pockets, dropping the phone as I fumbled to open it. The tone always caused my heart to pound a little faster, my breathing to quicken in anticipation.
Breathe, go to the computer, I have left something that might entertain you. No playing 
Forgetting my clothes I went into the study. Before I had been dropped off the ground floor of the house had been described to me. The rooms into which I was allowed were the kitchen, toilet, living room and study. Upstairs was out of bounds.
The computer was turned onto to media player, a film clip was paused. I looked around, this was where he worked. Where he had sat chatting to me.
The walls were covered in books and files, I wanted to browse. To see which books were worn old friends, which regretted purchases. The files could not be confidential could they, he knew I was here?
Then I looked at the computer again, this is what he wanted me to watch, not satisfying my curiosity about the man, looking for secrets in bookshelves.
As I sat down I wondered if he had watched me here, if he had masturbated whilst I played on cam, if he had taken his cock in his hand, imagining it was my hand.
This wasn't helping at all, I was getting wet, and I assumed he hadn't downloaded an episode of Shameless to entertain me I clicked play.
A woman lay naked except for seamed stockings and heels, face down on a bed. I could tell from the filming that this was home-made also recognised the woman, and wondered why He had wanted me to watch this, it must have been something she had made with her husband. The camera focused in on her bottom, shapely and red. A flogger was tracing its way across her back, causing her to purr in delight. Across her shoulders, then down her spine.
She arched like a cat, responding to the slow sensuous movement. Then the flogger was brought down on her arse, she cried out. Faster the flogging built up, first one buttock then the next. Across her back, that made her cry out in delight, I was growing wetter, wriggling in the chair, feeling the strokes.
Then a voice, and I realised this was not the film I expected.
"You want to come now don't you" It was Sir. "Well on your knees"
The camera followed her as she got up, panning round it showed the room.
This was here, his room, I recognised the painting of Cheviot he had been so proud of doing. They had already been here, in this place I had fantasised about for so long, she had been on, in his bed.
I trembled biting my lip, pausing the film I struggled to contain my emotions. But I wanted to see what happened as much as I wanted to run and forget I had ever come in the study.
She knelt before him, taking his cock in her mouth, I could not see what she was doing, but I knew. Her hand would be between her legs, playing with her clit. Her world reduced to clit and cock. A moan escaped my lips as I remembered the taste of him. On the screen he had grabbed her head, was forcing his cock deep into her mouth. I could hear the gagging noises, "Come now" he ordered, my hand slipped down to my clit, wanting to obey, wanting it to be my mouth that was filled. I stopped myself just in time as she cried out her orgasm and the clip ended.
A text broke the spell.
Enjoyable? Remember no peeking and no playing.XXX
No longer interested in the contents of the bookshelf I left the study. Wandering back to the living room. Another of his paintings hung on one of the walls. This one of the Whinn Sill, catching the loneliness and bleakness even on a day when a shaft of sunlight highlighted the stunted trees bent by the wind.
I decided to explore a bit, to take my mind of my aching cunt and the questions in my head.
The kitchen was at the back of the house, it looked out onto a large walled garden. The kitchen itself was modern, except for the large pine table in the centre, a beautiful dark honey tone. Sitting down the wood was cool and smooth against my arse. I ran my hand across the surface,every one of my senses seemed over alert. The wood spoke of family meals and morning newspapers.
I wondered if he had ever made anyone bend across this table, whilst he spanked or fucked them.
Filling the kettle I was reminded that I needed to pee. The downstairs toilet was near the front door. I passed the stairs on the way. Glancing up I could see 3 closed doors. Which was his room I wondered? Dragging my eyes away I opened the toilet door instead.
Sitting weeing I thought of the last time we had met, when he had filmed me doing exactly this, but playing with myself as the stream of piss hit the toilet it meant that now whenever I did something as simple as go for a wee I got horny. Thinking of the thrill and the humiliation.
Checking my phone I could not believe how slowly time was moving, I curled on the sofa, resting my head on one arm, perhaps if I slept then that would pass the time, stop my thoughts whirring. Stop me from wondering which room was his.
"He could have left me something to do ."Then I remembered there was a study full of books, restless, I knew I wouldn't sleep, it was just too odd, finally being here but being naked and alone.
So I found myself trying to decide between a biography of Tony Benn and an anthology of Erotic short stories. Sitting on the study floor back against the door I tried to loose myself in the history of the 1930s, the porn had seemed a risk I didn't need to take.
It worked in bursts, I would read a couple of pages then my mind would be drawn to the bedrooms, the closed doors.
"How would he ever know" I reasoned with myself" I just want to know if that was his room, just a peek"
Then I remembered the text, no peeking, he knew I would be tempted, he had made his wishes clear.
Round and round my mind went, I did not think I had made a decision, but found myself slowly climbing the stairs.
"Well I have broken the rule now" I argued", I might as well take a quick look"
I reached the upstairs landing, and pushed the door open, as if it would be better if I transgressed quickly. The briefest glance showed this wasn't his room. A palace of pinkness there were furry fairy lights over the bed. One wall was covered in photographs, He featured in many of them, I sat on the bed and wondered about the girl who called him Daddy.
Then hearing the phone buzz demanding me I ran downstairs, leaving the door open, forgetting everything in my haste to speak to him.
"You sound breathless. Where were you?"
He was someone I could not even try to lie to.
"I was, I am sorry, I had to know, I went upstairs" Shame filled my voice.
"I will be home in 2 hours, you may not leave the living room, for any reason."
So I sat on the sofa and I waited, and felt tears in my eyes as I considered my failure and my punishment./
I jumped up at the key in the door, stood eyes down, hands clenched tight. Standing felt wrong, I sank to my knees, my breathing fast.
He entered the room, I knew he was looking at me, waiting for me to speak, but I couldn't. The silence spread to the corners of the room. He walked past me. Putting down his briefcase, removing his jacket. With slow deliberate movements he slipped off his shoes.
"Well?"He continued to strip. The loosening of his belt made me look up, half hopeful.
"Speak, tell me your excuses"
I started to babble, a stream of excuses, pleadings, not even making sense to myself. He cut me off, "Upstairs now"
At the top of the stairs I paused, not sure where to go. What I wanted to do was kneel before him. Take his cock in my mouth and fill myself with him. Loose myself in the taste and scent of him. Run my tongue around his foreskin, use my lips and mouth to make him hard. Then have him thrust forward so I could barely breathe. Choking as he fucked my face.
Instead I waited as he pushed open the still closed door. "Inside now"
I looked around, confused. A large metal framed bed dominated the room, not the sleigh bed I had seen in the clip. On it was a set of restraints, attached to each corner, I glanced at the wall. It was empty, comprehension gradually dawned.
"I gave her the picture as a wedding present, they liked it so much it hangs in their bedroom. Assumptions always assumptions sweetie"
"I enjoyed setting up the ropes this morning, pity you wont get to use them"he continued."But one good thing, I had a really shit day at work, I feel like punishment"
With that he grabbed my hair. Pulling it and me out of the room. A tight ball in my stomach of fear grew as the pain in my head grew. He dragged me to another door, pushed me through. The tiles were cold and hard on my knees. It was the bathroom.
My head still throbbing I did not move. He left, only to return before I had time to think.
"Bend over"
I bent and felt the sting, trying to breathe I counted one. A caning, this I could cope with. After 6 a strike across my back .I cried out, it burnt into my skin. Trying to remain still I reached 10 and almost thanked him when he struck my legs, making them shake. Then he hit that spot between legs and and bum and tears started to fall. I lost count. The world dissolved to where the next stroke would fall .I started to make deals in my head."Not the back, not the legs again, hit my tits, I won't do it again."
I could hear him breathing heavily, the swish of the cane, my own sobbing as I knew that this was going to continue until I begged him to stop.
"Move forward, grab the sink"
"Thank you, "I said hoarsely as the ability to move my aching muscles felt like a gift from heaven. The burning raced across my back, legs bum. A web of pain.
Taking a moment to breathe I screamed out as I felt his cock thrust into my arse. This was a different pain. He was big I was tight, there was no concession to stretching or preparing me. Hard and fast he fucked me. Deep inside I felt fire at each stroke and tried to relax, but there was no time. His cock rammed into me and each time the center of pain grew bigger. My resistance seemed to spur him on. I wondered if I was tearing, then as the rhythm built I knew despite the pain, the fire, the sobbing I was going to come.
I started to push back on him, "God yes "I murmured. My desire building as he raped my arse. Then just before I came he pulled out, and I felt his hot spunk hit my back. Stinging on the cuts he had left .I collapsed on the bathroom floor, denied even an orgasm.
"You didn't think I would let you come "he asked. Panting as he stood over me .I looked at his cock. Slowly going down a drip of spunk hung from the end."No you can't even clean it "he said reading my thought.
Then as I lay needing, aching, burning on his bathroom floor he started to piss, I screamed as it hit my body. Washing the spunk from my back it caught each welt.
"Now clean yourself and this room up, its a mess"
Later, much later I lay unable to sleep in his daughters bed. I knew he was just a room away. I could have been lying their next to him now, hearing him breathe, feeling his warmth, sharing his dreams. Pain of another sort filled me as I struggled to keep back the tears.
As I sobbed I heard him get up, footsteps on the landing, the door to the room pushed open.
"Shhhh its over now"He bent by the bed and pulled back the covers, his hand finding my cunt, his thumb circling my clit. Opening my legs I lost my self in the pleasure.
"Don't cry, I am here"
I smiled, I knew I was forgiven. |
