Anniversary

In the dark she walked down a hallway toward a light. Turning into the room a bright light shone in her eyes. "Put your hands to your sides." A voice spoke out of the blackness. Unable to see a face not even a shape she nevertheless obeyed. "Turn around, let me see what I have paid for. Take those clothes off and wash yourself. In the corner to your right." He said. She stumbled off with the light following her every movement. Completely naked she washed off customer's orders from the naked note pad. Without being told she dropped the towel and shuffled following the light. In the dark the man sat examining her. "On the chair is a tube. Pick it up. Bend over the chair. Spread your legs." He ordered. The light was trained directly upon her rear with him watching every movement. "Put the tube into you arse, and squeeze it." Came the voice. "No!" She thought, "I can't do this." Yet her hands continued of their own volition and she felt the cold sensation rise up inside. "Put your hands in the loops." The voice commanded. Wriggling she managed to squeeze both hands between the hard leather straps. "Pull on them." The voice said and the straps closed tight about her wrists. Bent over the chair with legs spread she bit her lip so as not to cry out as the stranger approached.

She wanted to scream out, "Not there. I need it in my pussy. I want to feel your come in my pussy." Yet all she could manage was a moan. A pair of hands gripped her hips and a man's hardness nuzzled her greased arse. Slowly it rubbed between her cheeks until with a gentle thrust its head penetrated. She tried to thrust back onto him but he grabbed her hair as she arched her back so there was no movement possible but to close her legs which wasn't going to happen with him there.

Waiting for him seemed an age for now she lost all reason craving even this sordid sensation with her body taking it as a pleasure. Slowly it rose up inside her. The sensations thrilling her body the humiliation driving her mind to relish every slight movement. A few strokes then it was withdrawn. The torment couldn't be withheld she released a torrent of abuse and came. Slumped over the chair for how long she didn't know. "Stand up." The voice commanded. Unaware when the bonds had been stripped form her wrists she stood again before him unable to see the stranger, not caring. "You're a slut. What are you?" He said. She responded as commanded earlier that evening, which seemed like months before. "Yes, Sir." "I asked you what you are." Came the voice. "I'm a slut." She sobbed. The light shone on the chair again. "Put the blindfold on." The voice commanded. "Lie on the bed." She didn't need to be told to spread her legs as she lie back spread-eagled wearing nothing but a blindfold.

Panting slightly she lay waiting. When the touch came it startled her. Fingertips rested gently upon her shoulder. She felt his weight upon the edge of the bed. Lips grazed her cheek. A moment later the weight shifted and his breath was on her breast. A lick then a nip of one nipple then nothing. Not a sound. All over her body there were surprises of soft touches and gentle bites. They were driving her insane but she could not move. At last she felt his lips over hers his tongue between her teeth her mouth hung open pliant. He moved on now in constant contact with lips and hands all over her body. When he reached her pussy she wanted to buck her hips up at him but her body lie heavy sunk into the bed. As though this had been her life, forever and always, the movement across every inch of flesh continued leaving her bereft of thought the sensations overtaking her mind.

When he entered her it was neither a shock nor surprise. It was a continuation of movement progressing to this apex. She climaxed immediately already drifting toward it. It curled her toes as the only movement possible. It ever so slowly moved through her body tingling every nerve. Then it was back again. All over her body inside and out the climax stroked her. Then again. No longer a human she had become an automaton continuously climaxing.

Only one man had been there but many had contributed earlier that evening. Exhausted she lifted both legs to the edge of the bed. Light streamed in through parted curtains. She pulled on her dress not wondering how it had turned up here. Beside the bed were her wages. Rubbing her eyes she managed to read the note. "Aurora, you were such a good whore a bonus has been included. Now you are mine I will call upon you whenever I want you. Until next time!"

In the taxi home she had time to reflect on these words. Whoever he was he knew her name and presumably how to contact her. Did he also know of the hypnotic phrase? Was that what he meant. He could phone her and summon her to be used again. She handed over the wages to the taxi driver, which amounted to the fare with only a reasonable tip. She had only been a cheap whore. He looked at her as he had the whole trip with a smirk on his face not saying a word. What he thought of her she cared not. Stumbling up the path she entered the house only then becoming conscious and rational. In bare feet she approached their bedroom to see their bed hadn't been slept in. A small mercy! Bob hadn't returned from the office. What was this going to do to their relationship dare not be thought of.

With head down, both hands gripping the sink she tried not to think. The whole night was of her making and she was going to have to live with it. When the stranger called her again, for she knew he would, she would have to somehow deal with it. Having programmed herself to respond it would be impossible to refuse. What rocked her conscience was that such a large part of her mind was saying, "Yes!" She looked up into the mirror and gripped the sink with all her might. Across her face in red lipstick was written in unmistakable handwriting the words. 'Happy anniversary Aury!'