I Know Who U Are

But my hands are painfully bound at the small of my back, and I have nowhere to run. I know I cannot reach the door safely, cannot escape your clutches or your whims. And if I managed to open the door at all, I would only find myself bound and naked in the presence of more strangers. Somehow those strangers are more threatening than staying where I am. At least with you there need be no explanations, no questions, no judgments. You will take me for what I am and use me for what I am worth. My secrets are safe with you.

I manage to lift my torso at last. I am kneeling between your legs as you want me to be. Before me your naked body ripples with a strength I might never have guessed at. Below the level of my eyes I see your manliness resting, waiting for attention. It is soft and flaccid, slightly darker than the rest of you. I cannot help to recognize your intent. You have already spelled it out for me anyway.

Your hands reach out to cup my breasts. The skin is red, sensitive, the nipples hard and dark. I wince and try to pull back as you pinch the swollen teats between your fingers. You slap my face, demanding I stay still. It is not hard enough to hurt, but nonetheless sharp enough to keep me focused. The grin on your face speaks of pure amusement.

With your choice name for me, you command me to suck you. However helpless I am, I remain hesitant. You have forced me down and stripped me as you have said. I have crawled to you at your beckoning. I know what is next on the list. I fear even more what comes after. Some part of me refuses to obey so willingly. Some part of me demands that I resist. But again, you slap my face a few times to remind me who really is in control. I cannot afford to pretend that I have any say in the matter.

When you grip my hair and jerk me forward, my face lands against your abdomen. I feel my breasts brush against the bed frame, my shoulders pinned between your thighs. The aroma of your maleness tickles my nostrils already. You push my face down further, and with both hands rub me against you. I cannot believe it has already gone this far. Your soft penis rubs across my nose, my cheeks, my lips. My face is buried in your pubis, and I am helpless to stop it. I have no balance by which to pull away, so I am forced to suffer even this humiliation without protest.

Pulling my head away by the hair allows me a moment to gasp and draw a fresh breath. Your hand strikes my cheek once more. Further insults compound the intensity of your command. I have no choice, no reason not to obey. No reason other than a failing pride. But already I find myself too shamed for pride. Slowly I bend forward.

Without my arms, I keep my balance by widening the stance of my knees. With my thighs thusly parted, I can only feel the cool air of the room swirling around my naked sex. It swims over my bare ass like a lewd reminder of what I have become. My shoulders remain pulled back by the sharp binding at my wrists, and my nude bosom leans outward as if eager to receive more torment.

Bending at my waist, I lower my head into position once more. I would close my eyes if I thought it made a difference, yet I feel I must see what I am doing. The smell of sweat lingers over your member like an incense. I lick my lips in preparation. I know I have only myself to blame.

I begin by nibbling. As if I am tasting something unknown for the first time--which in truth I am--I let my lips trail over the soft flesh of your manhood in little bites. I hear appreciation in your voice, though the words themselves are insults. Positioned as I am, I cannot deny the name you use for me. Your fingers curl in my hair, brush the loose strands away from my eyes. I am doing what I can, what little I know how to do. I descend to the tip, and place timid kisses on the head.

After a moment, I feel you stir. With my face so close, I cannot help but notice your testicles squirming in their sac. The dark hairs tickle my chin. I might stop if I could, but I see no way out of what I have begun. I feel foolish to have stepped into your domain, and ashamed that I am still here. I am your captive, until you choose to release me. Now I understand I must please you, and hope it is enough.

Your cock twitches against my cheek. At your prompting, I let my tongue join the efforts of my lips. I tug at the bindings on my wrists, reminding me of who I am. I lick the shaft and sense the changes begin. With no other recourse, I do what I am told. I suck the cockhead between my lips, into my mouth. The change in you is apparent already. The one in me is harder to detect, yet impossible to deny.

The moisture of my tongue makes the flesh of your manhood slick and ready. A throbbing warmth seems to hover beneath my nostrils. When I pull you into my mouth once more, the head seems already bigger than it was. I slide my lips back and forth, and I feel you stiffening. You moan approval. My balance is hard to maintain, bound as I am, and when I pull back a moment, I see your cock staring greedily towards me.

The whole of it is already longer than I thought, and it is growing by the moment. With one hand you push my head down to it again, feeding my humiliation with cruel words. I open my mouth and suck you in, letting my tongue bathe the underside of your glans. Your flesh pulsates and grows with every bob of my head. I know what I am doing, though I struggle to deny it. I understand its sexual nature, and because of that I feel entirely sexy. My whole being has been eroticized.

For a moment I feel as if we are partners in this, that we are bound by an equality of desires. The fact that you are making me do the things I have only ever fantasized about seems somehow appropriate. The fact that I have not once consented is irrelevant. But I am bound and kneeling before you, and I know my place. I am only sucking your cock because you require it of me. As long as I am your captive, you will remain in control. My wishes are insignificant. There is nothing equal about us.

Now you are fully hard. I continue to suck on the erection I have produced, as if some strange matter of pride compels me. It is long and slim, and it curls back slightly at the head like a fleshy sickle. Your balls are already wound into a taut sac beneath the shaft. My saliva coats your member from base to tip, and still you urge me to keep working at it. You tell me to get it nice and hard. You remind me how you are going to fuck me with it. Though I hear your words, I cannot stop what I am doing. My shame is too far beyond that now. So I work it fully with my moth, my lips, my tongue, knowing completely that I am only getting it ready for the next phase of my humiliation.

For my own part I feel that disgrace crashing over me like a black wave. My legs are spread as I try to keep my balance, and my sex pouts open, charged and ready. I know the feeling too intimately to deny it. My body glistens with sweat, and the cool air is touching my flesh in all my exposed places. If there were some way to stop, I would. But I am already far down the path I have selected. I see no way out but forward.

With my head in your hands, you stand abruptly next to the bed. Your words fill the air with filthy innuendos that I now have no right to deny. Jerking my head back by the hair you stand at my shoulder and slap your hard cock against my face. It is just one more form of humiliation to teach me who I am. You slide the long shaft lengthwise across my lips and command me to suck it as you do. I feel like the whore you have named me, the slut eager for abuse, the cock-sucking bitch ready for more. I do what I am told, and try not to think anymore.

You turn my head in your hands and force your cock through my lips without asking. You hold no reservation about ramming the hard erection deep into the back of my throat. You seem not to care as I sputter and choke. My gagging only amuses you somehow. Again and again you thrust into my mouth, fucking my face while your balls slap repeatedly against my chin. Again and again I gag and splutter, saliva foaming at the base of your shaft and dripping from my lips like a leaking faucet. I am helpless to stop you. I only wait on my knees and endure as best I can, straining at my bonds until my fingers start to tingle.

You are shouting names at me when I feel something new in my mouth, something warm and unexpected. Though I wish desperately to reject the thought, I know you have just come in my mouth. I feel you coming still. The warm, salty ejaculate mixes with my own spittle as it trickles from my lips and chin. I find myself gagging on it around the pulsing cock. When you pull out I cough and spit without choice. I swallow as well, unable to resist the urge. I feel a gob in the back of my mouth smooth its way down my throat.

A sticky trail of semen and spittle hangs suspended momentarily between my lips and the tip of your cock. Then it snaps, and a small spatter gleams on one of my breasts. A loose bead dangles still from the end of your cock. As I gasp for breath again, I struggle to comprehend the moment. I had not expected that, and perhaps you had not either. But it seems not to phase you. You let out a small victory cheer, and remind me how good I am at sucking cock. I can only stare ahead in something akin to shame.

Then you move behind me, and I find myself lifted and pushed forward. I know what I should expect next, but I cannot steady my mind enough to grasp it. Somehow I imagined that when you came, it would all be over. But it is suddenly evident that you still have other plans, other desires unsatisfied.

Unceremoniously I find myself dumped forward on the bed. I am beginning to remember what is next. My breasts sink into the bedspread, my hips dangle over the edge. My knees just barely reach the floor, but at least my toes find purchase in the soft carpet. With my arms bound behind my back, it remains difficult to move. I know I cannot stand without rolling first, and your hands on my ass seem determined to prevent that possibility.

For some reason I ask you to stop. Why I have chosen now, even I cannot guess. But whatever the source of my apprehension, you seem quite indifferent to my appeals. You begin slapping my ass, telling me to shut up. When I no longer speak, you feel the need to spank me anyway. Because I am helpless to prevent it, I can only squeal into the mattress. My ass is entirely defenseless, my tender flesh utterly at your disposal. And as I feel you shift positions behind me, I know exactly why I wanted you to stop.

I plead some more, but that only brings more slaps to my already sensitive bottom. Then your hands slip between my thighs, pulling them slightly apart. I am fully exposed to you now. I say 'no' over and over again, hoping you will listen, but I feel something slipping into the folds of my sex regardless of my protests. I cannot stop you.

With steady pressure, you slide inside of me. To my shame I am already wet, and the entrance is made easily. I gasp in shock. This is really happening to me. But the shock is to my senses as well as my sensibilities. An electric current jolts through my belly as you enter me. My pussy surrounds your cock like a slippery glove. As you move in and out I start to feel my muscles squeeze around your shaft. Soon you are rocking my body to a smooth tempo that makes me groan.

You are having me, but while you are inside me, I have you as well. It is to late to resist anymore. My muscles grip tight as you slide back and forth, unable to fight the sensation. I cannot control what is happening to me. With my arms bound, I am completely yours. And every thrust strikes a cord of pleasure that makes me ache for more. I am panting now, my voice a tangled collage of protest and desire. I beg you to stop. I yearn for more. I cannot remember why I am here.

When you slap my ass, I moan. When you tug at my hair, I shout. I can hear myself, and yet I still don't believe it. You are fucking me, building to a faster, deeper, bolder rhythm with each passing moment. My fingers curl into balls at the base of my spine, desperate to clutch at the bedspread for support. My body absorbs the shock of every hammering thrust, jolting forward and rocking back just as the next jolt hits. You are pounding into me with abandon. A silent cry stretches my mouth wide.

All the while I feel your cock pummeling my depths. It is an invader, attacking without remorse or restraint. I have been made defenseless to it. The huge knob batters my will, rolling over the sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly. I can feel my insides stretched around your massive shaft. I am shaking with dread. I know what will happen if this goes on.

To add to my dismay I feel your fingers at my nether entrance. My hips buck to resist you, but have nowhere to go. While my pussy fights for sanity against your cock, you press your advantage over my anus. The tight sphincter clamps and puckers, and my fingers stretch to the defense, but nothing can stop you. Your thumb pushes inward on the fleshy ring. Within moments, I feel you inside there as well.

The combined sensation is too much. A wave of euphoria crashes along all my nerves. I call out for release. You are fucking me with your cock, fingering my ass with one hand. Two digits slip inside, three. I am stretched to my limit. Something wet spatters on my rear, but I hardly notice. You must have spit on me, but I fail to care. You are lubricating my tight hole, and that sends shivers through my soul.

Along with those shivers come an orgasm. It rocks over me like a tremor of delight. I call out helplessly, pray for an end to the madness within me. It is a small one, but I am sure you notice it. You slap my ass with your free hand and tell me how much you love fucking me. You tell me to come for you. You call me names. You spank me and finger my ass until I comply.

As if it is the only way out, I come again--for you or for myself, I cannot be sure of which. It is slightly more powerful, and I hear myself praying aloud. I am affirming your power over me again and again. And when that one subsides, I feel another one building close behind.

Then you slip out of me, and I cry out in sudden shock. The wave of pleasure hangs over me, waiting. I whimper, wanting your return in spite of myself. But soon enough I understand, and a new anxiety collapses onto me. I feel the pressure again at my anus. I squirm and twist and buck, but I am held in place. I cannot escape it.

Despite my fears, however, I feel a wild anticipation towards what is about to happen. Exhilaration courses through me. You have forced me to experience everything this evening, and now you must do this, too, as you said you would. My fantasies are being made real. My imagination no longer matters. I will know what it feels like whether I am ready or not.

As the pressure mounts against my tight hole, the wave of stalled pleasure grows deeper, more consuming. I groan for relief. The bulbous head pops through the resistance, and you start to slide inward. I cry out, a scream buried in the bedspread. I feel it delving, pushing, spreading, driving itself deeper inch by inch. Your shaft is coated generously by my own juices, and it seems as if nothing will stop it from penetrating my depths. You push until the base is buried, and I feel your pelvis now against my trembling ass. I am consumed by glorious pain.

I feel stuffed beyond imagining. You start pulling out again. The pressure shifts. A curious throbbing in my pussy mounts. Before you pull out entirely, you thrust back in again. I moan helplessly. Soon you are rocking back and forth once more, your cock sliding in and out of my ass while you fuck me. My anal virginity is gone. The throbbing in my needy sex races with my pulse.

The pain persists, but the pleasure starts to overwhelm it. I could never have imagined what this would feel like. A part of me is grateful that you have done this, that I am helpless to say no. I would never have mustered the nerve for it on my own. The whole evening has been a sexual blast, a forced fantasy made real. I have been blindsided by sensations I have been too timid to explore. And still you continue.

You fuck my ass while I grunt and groan, rock and writhe before you. Another orgasm teases through my empty pussy. I cannot believe myself. I am awash in humiliation and shame. You have learned my secrets, forced them from my body. Your power drives me to release. You have done all you said that you would, though I never fully believed you would have.

Just when I think it must be over soon, you change tactics once more. This time you pull out of my ass and I feel the empty hole gaping back at you. Without warning you push strait back into my pussy. The entrance is wet and waiting, so you slide right in to the hilt. I moan and pant, my hips gyrating as best they can. I am wanton for your manhood, unable to hide my need.

After a moment you take my ass again, the puckering sphincter now loose and willing. My body is rocked by unbelievable excitement. Out of my ass and back into my pussy, I cannot help but shriek. The pleasure builds faster than I think is possible. Into my ass again, and I feel as if I might faint. Back and forth, back and forth, you take my helpless holes in turn until I cannot register which entrance is which. I only know that you are fucking me, fucking me senseless. I scream again as my orgasm explodes.

My anus sucks on your cock as the orgasm crests, extended beyond anything I have ever known. You have me completely. I feel no shame, no embarrassment, no animosity or fear. I feel nothing but the glorious ecstasy of climax. I collapse into the bed and let the powerful pleasure slide through every part of me.

For several minutes after I can feel you pumping in and out. My body rocks forward with every thrust, rolls back after each stroke. Then you cum. A sudden warmth in my rectum tells me it is so. Above me I hear your voice hollering, but the words are senseless. You slap my ass again, perhaps to symbolize your victory. I do not care.

Soon after, you lift my body and lay me out on the bed. My legs are trembling like weak rubber. I could not stand if I tried, so I am grateful. A pair of scissors offer my hands a long overdue freedom. Red lines have bitten into my skin, and they throb dully. My body is covered in a layer of sweat, my skin with goosebumps. I sink into the mattress and wait.

You slip your pants on. You offer me a drink. Dizzily I raise and sip from the glass you hold out. Slowly I recover from my weakness. You direct me to the shower and offer a towel. I clean my body as well as I can. The fingers of water relieve the stress on my skin, but some parts remain too sore. Semen drips from my ass and washes down my leg into the drain. I rinse my mouth several times and swallow water, thinking it might help. In spite of the best orgasm I have had in months, I feel drained, spent, exhausted. I feel thoroughly used.

When I get out of the shower, my clothes are waiting. I dress absently. You approach with my jacket as I finish tying my shoes. The silence feels acutely awkward, and I realize the music is off as well. I slip into my jacket without a word. I have no idea what to say anyway.

You apologize for tearing my shirt, but I shrug it off. You make no offer to apologize for raping me. At the door you spin me around and take my face in both hands. You kiss me--deeply, powerfully. I stand breathless and stunned. You tell me I should be careful what I ask for next time. With a sly wink, you close the door. I stand amazed and confused in the hallway once more.

This time my hand is empty.