Sherkin

A taste of my creative side .......

After conversing for a number of weeks they agreed to meet. He had been attracted by the exploits she has posted on the internet and he could not resist arranging to meet her. Here was a girl who clearly liked to be used and had few limitations. The idea of playing with her and experiencing some of the things she had written about was a real turn on. He was sure he could offer an experience to challenge her.

Before agreeing to meet he explained to her that he would push her boundaries and use her like a slut. He described in detail some of the things he would like to do with her. He wanted her to be under no illusions that this was not going to be a vanilla date and that he would use and abuse her in the way her other internet experiences had used her.

He gave her strict instructions on what she was to wear. Short skirt, stockings with high heels and no underwear. No bra and no panties. No underwear! He told her that any variations from these instructions would be punished.

They agreed to meet in a public place. Both wanted to check the other out. She wanted to make sure he was not a serial killer and he wanted to make sure she was the sexy slut he wanted to meet. The plan was to meet at a small pub in Essex and then go on from there – maybe dinner, the cinema, whatever took their fancy.

He was waiting at the pub for her when she arrived. He had spotted her arriving and made his presence known by standing up and waving to attract her attention. He kissed her gently on the cheek his hand reaching out to hold her by the waist. He was tall. Much taller than she had expected. She sat down. He had kind eyes that she could feel were examining her and she hoped that he liked what he could see. His voice was soft but confident. They had spoken on the phone before meeting and she had noticed then that he was not an essex boy but she could not place his accent.

He was younger looking than she had expected. His hair was cut short and tidy to match his general appearance. He was very presentable, someone she could almost introduce to her mother. Dark blue denim jeans with expensive shoes and a tailored white shirt to match hers. His aftershave was strong but fresh and a hint of lemon caught in her nostrils.

She slipped off her coat to reveal the short skirt he had instructed and the white blouse to show off her perfect skin tone.

He bought her a drink and sat down next to her at the small table. A vodka and tonic to calm her nerves. They made small talk as he nursed a drink of coke. He explained that he never drank when he was driving and that his car was outside. She had only been in his company for two minutes and he surprised her for the first time. His hand reached out for her knee and before she could resist he slid his hand slowly but confidently up between her legs parting her gently as he reached her crotch. His hand was warm and strong but she had not asked to be touched up in public by this stranger.

“Just checking that you are commando” he said. The cheeky bastard was checking for knickers. His hand touched her bare crotch and although she felt his fingers move across her bare skin they did not explore further. She shuffled uncomfortably and he removed his hand. He continued chatting as if nothing had happened, as if it was a normal part of his seduction routine to slip his hand inside a girl’s skirt. She considered leaving to punish him for this early intrusion but she was curious. He was different to the other men she had met. He was not unattractive and she had enjoyed the conversations they had exchanged prior to meeting. She would give him a second chance.

She finished her drink and planned on another. Before she could place her order he was standing up and instructing “Get your coat we are leaving”. He was already moving towards the door as she grabbed her coat and headed out after him. Maybe this was his second chance and she should just go.

As she reached the dark car park he was waiting for her. Before she could speak he took her by the arm and steered her towards a large expensive saloon car. She looked for the registration number but the car park was too dark. If she had an opinion on what the evening entertainment was going to be then it clearly did not matter. The indicator lights flashed and she heard the doors open and saw the vanity light come on as they reached the rear door. Was he going to sit her in the back like a VIP she pondered.

He released her arm to open the door with his right hand bringing his left arm around her tight. Before she could react he had slipped a hood over her head and grabbed her right wrist with his spare hand. As quickly as he had produced a hood from nowhere and deprived her of sight he had moved her hands behind her back and tied them with a cable tie. This was not a spur of the moment reaction. The speed that he had acted meant that the bastard had pre planned this. He pushed her gently but firmly into the back seat without saying a word. She could smell the leather as her head touched the seat as she lay across the back seat, her bare legs touching the cold leather. The door closed behind her and she heard the drivers door open and the engine fired up.

Deprived of sight she strained her ears to work out where he was taking her. The hood was silky but hot against her skin and it was reducing her oxygen flow. The plastic cable tie was tight but not uncomfortable as long as she did not struggle. After a short drive the car stopped and the engine was turned off. He helped her out of the back seat. His strong hands guiding her. Stopping to stroke her bare legs as he helped her out of the car.

He took her by the elbow and guided her, half carrying her, across a short driveway and into what she assumed was a house. This was very different from the public meeting she had planned. She had no sight, her arms were tied and she did not know where she was. She was not in a position to run. Her brain screamed escape but the dampness between her legs betrayed a more primitive interest.

The door slammed shut behind her. The floors were hard and slippery on the hard floors but he was supporting her as he guided her. She came to a halt after a short walk and he released her hands from behind her back. She raised her right hand to remove the hood and he caught it, shackling it with a leather strap. She instinctively threw a punch with her left hand which he caught and shackled as well. Her arms were now tied above her head. Her freedom had been short lived.

She could hear and sense him moving around her. His hands released her feet from the heels and he threw them into a corner. Did he know how much those shoes had cost and he was throwing them around? Her bare feet touched the cold ground. His hands cupped each leg in turn as he ran his hands up and down her leg massaging her skin gently.

He unzipped her skirt allowing it to fall to the ground. She was now naked from the waist down. She had considered wearing her favourite black thong but his instructions on underwear had been clear. She was bare and exposed. Just her white blouse protected her modesty. This was not to last. He ripped her blouse open leaving her breasts exposed. She opened her mouth to protest at the damage to her blouse but sensing her remonstrations he placed his fingers on the silk hood and gagged her mouth with his hand. She could not breathe. He was strangling her. It lasted seconds and he released her but his message had been clear.

(To be continued)

She could hear and sense him behind her. It was as if he was deliberately touching her naked body to revel in her vulnerability. He removed her hood leaving her blinking in the bright light. She could not see but began to make out blurred images as he reached from behind her and put a new blindfold on her. It was loose but effective and left her free to breathe. She took a deep breath.

He was behind her. She felt his bare skin brush against her bare buttocks. He was naked. Reaching from behind her he grabbed her waist using his knees to part her legs. Her hands still tied above her head there was little she could do to resist. He brushed his hand between her legs. It was as if he was teasing her but he now knew how wet she was. Her pussy drenched. He stroked her again pushing and exploring a little further this time. He knew.

She could now feel his hard cock pressing against her. A hand on both waist he was manoeuvring her into position. He was going to fuck her from behind. She felt the end of his cock pressing between her ass cheeks. Pushing against her ass hole. He was going to fuck her ass. “No” she said trying to move forward and resist him. He swept her legs from under her leaving her hanging by the wrists. She struggled back to her feet not knowing where he was. She had been disorientated from the controlled fall.

She stood waiting, listening, exposed. CRACK. She felt the pain before she was even aware of what he was doing. He had used a cane on her left buttock. She sharply drew breath and bit her lip to stifle the pain, drawing blood. He swiped again, this time striking both cheeks. Three more strokes and she was sore and red. Then he stopped. She felt his hand reaching between her legs. He was holding her crotch in his hand, squeezing, stroking, exploring. Then nothing.

CRACK. He swiped again. She lost count as he used the cane mercilessly on her buttocks. Each swipe blurring into the next as the pain of contact blended with the almost pleasurable warmth that came after every strike.

After he had tired of beating her he rested. She was left alone and vulnerable. But for how long.

To be continued

After a while he returned. She heard his footsteps. She could still smell his cologne. He did not say anything. He was behind her again fiddling with the straps tied above her head. He released them and she fell to her knees, exhausted from standing for so long.

His soft hands stroked her hair. Brushing it from her eyes. Then as suddenly as he had offered comfort he grabbed a handful with his left hand using it to pull her head towards him. She instinctively knew what he was after. He forced his cock between her lips and she sucked. Suck harder bitch he commanded her. She licked and sucked for all she was worth. He began to thrust into her mouth fucking her face. Each thrust making her gag. Just as she thought she was going to be sick he withdrew and spunked into her still open mouth and face.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to shower. She wanted to run. She wanted to escape. It was what he wanted though that mattered. He had the control. He helped her to her feet and he re-tied each arm separately above her head using a leather wrist strap that she could hang onto.

She could hear leather and metal straps. He was getting something ready and she knew it was for her. He lifted her legs and placed each into a padded binding. It felt like he was putting an open pair of shorts on her. A second padding went around her back. Her legs were pulled from under her. Her head fell backwards as she lost her balance. He was suspending her on a swing. Her calves supported in the swing and her back supported she lifted her head using her hands to balance.

She could feel him again standing between her open legs. Suspended on his swing. He placed the palm of his hand on each of her thighs and gently forced her legs further apart. Never before had she felt so exposed. She was expecting a finger or and object to be forced between her legs. She readied herself for the penetration.

It did not come. He had his face between her legs. He was licking her. His tongue was forcing apart her pussy lips and tracing up and down. He was sucking her clit. FUCK. He was pleasuring her orally, suspended on the swing. As she relaxed and began to enjoy the warmth and sensation she knew he would be drenched in her wetness. She could feel his strong warm hands exploring her. Cupping and stroking her ass. He was making the best of her pussy juice to lubricate her. She could feel his fingers teasing her ass and then he slid a finger inside her tight ass. Lubed by her pussy juice. He began finger fucking her ass as he licked her pussy. This was not what she had anticipated but it was too good an experience to complain. Her orgasm was welling up insider her, her moans and pleasurable whimpering could not disguise her feeling. She wanted to come. She wanted the release. He stopped and left her. Her orgasm dangling like her body. The bastard had been playing with her.