Pliers and Cable Ties

I was asked by a friend to come to her place last night and use her. This is what happened.

She is a slender, athletic lady with smooth olive skin and long dark hair to match her large brown eyes. Although we don't know each other well she trust me in a way you might trust your husky dog. You're pretty sure your safe around it, but you know it's not far removed from its wild ancestry and it could hurt you without warning.

I accepted and gave her instructions. She was to leave the door open and wait in the middle of the room. Her ass in the air, her face on the carpet and her back arched. I told her nothing else and she, like a good girl, didn't ask.

During the day i pondered what I might do to her. I absolutely love the feeling of having complete creative power and autonomy in these situations. As I stood in my garage, changing a tail light on my bike I looked at the pliers in my hand and felt a sadistic twinge through my body. I put them in the car along with a handful of large thick cable ties.

When I arrived at the arranged hour I took my instruments from the boot (truck) of the car and looked down at some jumper leads and their powerful looking jaws. I thought for a moment before leaving them for another day and closing the lid.

Entering the house I was greeted by the worlds greatest sight, a beautiful female figure, prostate and motionless in the middle of the room. Her lines gently running from her shoulders through the curves of her hips and her ribs showing slightly through her back from all that training.

I touched her skin and felt it raised against my touch in goose bumps. Tracing her spine from her neck, down her back to her tail bone. She had presented herself just as requested and it pleased me immensely.

Soon darker thoughts began flooding my brain and I slowly and gently pulled her hands back, one after the other between her knees and lashed her wrists to her ankles with the thick, black cable ties. She was powerless to escape now even if she wanted to and I drew my black studded belt from around my waste as I stood over her, my feet either side of her head.

I brought the belt down on her ass hard and drank in her cries like a fine wine. The more she cried the harder I hit her and I watch with glee as her thin frame rose and fell with each deep and desperate breath. I was enjoying it a little too much so I left her there to calm herself while i showered.

I returned with a renewed hunger for torture. Now naked I knelt over her head with my balls on the back of her neck and took up the belt again. I brought it down hard and fast, over and over again, holding her in place with my knees and spare arm and attacking every part of her exposed back... She screamed and begged me to stop but I was enjoying it too much and I knew that really, she didn't want me to.

When I'd had my fill and she was shaking and panting I put the belt down and reached over her ass and forced two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and I was rough and inconsiderate as I explored her insides, enjoying her bucking as I continued to restrain her.

Satisfied with the beating she'd taken I took my pliers and cut her free from the cable ties. She looked exhausted but I wasn't finished with her yet and I took her, by the hair into her bedroom where I laid her on her back on the bed and again, using the cable ties, lashed her writs, spread widely above her head to her metal bed-head.

She looked up at me, wondering if now she'd see my gentle side... I slowly forced my cock inside her and stroked her face gently as it eased it's way in. Soon though the gentle side was gone again and I had my hand pushing down on the side of her face and was fucking her hard and fast.

While she looked the other way I took the pliers off the bedside table and as she slowly turned her head she caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of her eye. I could see fear, the fear that I was of course looking for and I felt my cock spasm inside of her.

As I continued to slowly fuck her i brought the pliers down and circled her right nipple with them. Her eyes never left them for a moment and soon, they were gently gripping her nipple. She looked at me and didn't say a word as I began to fuck her hard again, with long rough strokes and started squeezing on the handles.

Her head shot back and her mouth opened wide, letting out and deep, primal scream... I continued to increase the pressure of both her pussy and her nipple and she began to thrash her head and pull violently on her restraints. The sadist in me was on fire with delight and I wondered when I'd stop.

Eventually, stop I did and I wondered if it was because I was concerned about her or my mental health. She gasped for air as i cut her free and turned her over, only to tie her again this time with both hands together lying on her front.

Sweat dripped down from her shoulders into the small of her back. I admired the shapes of it, as I always do as I forced her legs apart and without warning pressed my cock against the entrance of her asshole. She begged me to go slowly as I forced my way in, my cock probably too thick for this hole in reality.

Now the sweat started to really pour from her brow as again and again she pleaded for me to go slow. I did my best but the animal in me was coming out and I reached under her left arm and wrapped my hand around her throat, choking off her voice an her breathing as my hunger and rage grew with every stroke.

I wanted her to know that she'd chosen this path, that she'd chosen to have a man arrive at her house and use her in this way. I whispered in her ear that I was her chosen rapist, the man she'd selected to use, torture and abuse her. The man she'd picked to tear her ass apart as he came inside her...

The end.