Seduced into BDSM Ch. 01

She didn't have anything else to do. She was nineteen years old with louts for parents, no money to do anything interesting and nobody even remotely interesting to do it with. So here she was, in a run-down pool hall to serve the local under 21 crowd, no alcohol, hanging out with a couple of boys from high school and her two girlfriends.

About two hours in she was bored to tears when a new couple came that she had never seen before. The woman was a brunette, long raven black hair. The man seemed older and had a sense of power or confidence about him. They got their pool rack and headed for the very back of the hall three rows away. As they passed, she got a good look at the brunette, 'Raven', in her mind. She was very cute with a small button nose and small tits, but Tammi could see that 'Raven' wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were poking at the fabric of her white tank top. The brunette had long, bronzed beautiful legs and was wearing high heels that put just the right tension on her calf and thigh muscles. The most interesting thing about the woman (girl? She didn't look much older than Tammi herself) was that she was wearing a micro mini-skirt that just covered the black-haired girls rounded ass cheeks. Tammi couldn't believe the brazen manner in which Raven chose to dress herself. Tiny white tank top, no bra, and a mini-skirt that suggested more than it hid.

It was Tammi's turn to shoot and she turned her attention back to her own game of pool. It didn't seem as interesting as before. She shot and missed, and turned her attention back to the new couple. When she found them again, through the dimly lit pool hall, she couldn't help but be surprised. Raven was on her knees, at the corner of the table, while the strange man was setting up the rack. It was an obvious display of humility or obedience (subservience?) as there were chairs all around. Tammi couldn't help but wonder what kind of a person would do that in public, but Raven didn't seem concerned in the slightest. The stranger broke, sunk one ball, sunk another and then missed. It was Raven's turn. Tammi saw her get up, take a shot, make it, make another, then a third and then missed. Raven was good, Tammi could tell. As soon as she missed, Raven returned to her former position, on her knees. It was a hell of a sight.

It was Tammi's turn to shoot again; her team was trying to sink the eight ball to win the game. Winners kept playing. Tammi shot the ball, played the carom and scratched. Her team had lost. She sat out the next game while one of her girlfriends played, since there were five in her party altogether. Tammi turned her full attention to the couple three rows down.

The stranger was tall, 6'4" or so, dressed in jeans and denim shirt. He looked over 30. He was not a skinny tall either. Tammi found herself staring at him. What was it about this guy that had this Raven girl on her knees? They were near the end of their game. Raven was shooting at the eight ball to win the game, seemed to have an easy shot, but missed. The stranger sunk his remaining ball and then the eight to win the game. Tammi could just make him out to say 'That's one'. Raven, back on her knees, nodded and smiled. Weird!

Raven, the loser, did not reset the table. She stayed on her knees while the stranger set up the new game. Tammi couldn't pull her eyes away. The game progressed quickly, the stranger won again. They were much better at pool than her own group, which was barely halfway through their game. Again, Tammi could just make out the stranger to say 'Two.' Raven, on her knees as usual, smiled again. In the third game, Raven had to take a shot in which she was facing directly away from Tammi. Tammi could see, as Raven bent over the table to line up her shot, that the girl's micro mini-skirt rode up her ass to reveal the lower curve of her ass cheeks. Even in the dim light, Tammi thought she could make out the dull glint of gray chain metal dividing the young woman's ass cheeks. That sent a hot chill right into Tammi's own loins. She looked up and, transfixed, saw the stranger looking straight at her. He looked at her a moment longer and said something inaudible to Raven. Raven, about to take her shot stopped and bent over just a little more. Tammi looked briefly and there was no doubt that a length of chain was running through Raven's ass crack.

Tammi looked at the stranger again. He was still looking straight at her. He smiled and beckoned Tammi over. Unsure, but really not able to help herself, she slowly went over to their table. Raven, meanwhile, had shot and missed. As Tammi reached their table, Raven was returning to her customary position on her knees. The stranger never took his eyes off of Tammi as she came over to the table.

'Hi. I'm Xxxx. I couldn't but notice that you seemed interested in us,' said the stranger.

He had a sense about him that she couldn't pin down. At least she could put a name to his face. She didn't know what to say, but she was drawn to his control. He seemed completely at ease, with his girlfriend, on her knees, watching curiously, as he struck up a conversation with Tammi. Tammi looked at Raven, looked back at the stranger, and asked shyly, tentatively, on uncertain ground, 'What are you doing here?'

'We're determining what happens the rest of the night. She's playing to keep her strokes down, supposedly, and I'm playing to keep them up, definitely.'

'Strokes? What do you mean?' Tammi asked. But based on Raven's position, she was beginning to have an idea.

'If you want to see, why don't you come along with us? This is our last game,' he said. He turned to the kneeling woman. 'You don't mind, do you?' Raven looked back at him with an unreadable look, but without any disagreement.

"Yes. I'd like her to come along."

'There you have it,' he said, looking back at Tammi. Tammi blushed as the stranger bent over the table and quickly and efficiently ran the rest of the table. 'How many is that?' he said, looking at Raven. 'Three,' she answered quietly. She stayed kneeling as the stranger packed up the game and all three of them started making for the door. Tammi could hardly believe that she fell into step with Raven as the man paid for the games.

Her girlfriends started to come over from their game, but Tammi looked them away. She didn't want to break the spell. The two boys, who were also staring, were way too young, too inexperienced, to get involved. Tammi walked out with Raven and the man as he unlocked a 4-door sedan. Raven got in the front seat, Tammi got in the back. As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, Raven reached over, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, semi-rigid. She sank her mouth over it and began to quietly service him as he placed one hand on her head and continued to drive.

Tammi was excited and fearful at the same time. He stopped at a red light and looked back at Tammi. 'She and I have an unusual relationship. You look like you're interested, but I'm sure very nervous as well. You can leave any time, though - Just say, "I want to leave now."

Tammi's brain felt like it was in slow motion trying to process this absurd statement.

'Repeat those words so I'm sure you understand them'

'I want to leave now,' Tammi mumbled.

'Say it again clearer', he commanded.

'I want to leave now,' Tammi repeated, clearly. Raven never stopped sucking his cock during this conversation, incredible. She even made some soft cooing noises as she worked.

'The next time you say that, I'll stop whatever I'm doing and you can leave. If you don't say that within the next week, I'll make my own decision whether you stay or go," he said.

The light turned and he continued driving. It felt like a long ride, but ended up being only halfway across town.

They pulled into the garage of a two-story house. Raven disengaged her mouth from his cock and they went inside. Tammi followed. The house was luxuriously appointed, with warm plush carpets and white bare walls. Raven immediately disrobed and went upstairs. He followed her with Tammi trailing behind. She followed the unbelievable pair into a large room - it must have been the master bedroom. Raven was kneeling on a low table, her ass high in the air, her shoulders and head down low on the table. She looked the picture of a submissive female. Mike walked over to the closet and extracted what looked like a many-tailed whip. He went over to Raven, stroked her ass a few times and began to methodically whip her with steady, slow strokes.

A low moan of pleasure emanated from the girl on the table as Tammi saw Raven's ass begin to redden. It was incredible. With every stroke that he applied to the dark-complexioned girl's ass, Tammi could tell that Raven was getting hotter and hotter. When the pounding on her ass became too much for her, Raven collapsed onto her belly and he started whipping her back instead. He looked over to Tammi in a way that brooked no argument. Tammi knew what was expected.

She walked over and kneeled in front of Him. Unzipping his fly, she released his rigid member and, mesmerized, engulfed it with her mouth. He had a larger than average cock, thick as well, with a pronounced head. Not obscene, but a definite mouthful -- and very straight -- no taper in it at all. She could feel it throb and fill her mouth as she began to service it

The whipping went on, the moaning from the heated girl on the table continued. Tammi could hear Raven turn over onto her back as He began whipping her breasts. The "crack" of the whip against girl-flesh was making Tammi incredibly excited. She could feel her own juices soak through her panties, as she got more and more excited. It was difficult at times to keep his prick in her mouth as the motion of his whipping swayed his body back and forth. She felt like she was sucking the muzzle of a shotgun, his cock was so stiff and unyielding. Bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, Tammi felt very sluttish and whorish, but it was creating a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at the same time. Very strange.

Raven moaned out loud... "Whip my cunt! Sir. Please".

Immediately, he grabbed Tammi's hair and forced her to shift position so that he could apply the whip to the dark girl's slit. He brought his hand up -- "Splat!"

Raven screamed...in pleasure and in pain. Tammi realized her cunt was so wet, the whip slicing into her crease splashed some of the slim girl's cunt-juice onto Tammi's cheek -- incredible! It was blowing Tammi's mind. She continued to bob up and down on his prick for all she was worth. She straightened out her neck to take more of his cock down her throat. He whipped Raven's puss another three or four times until Tammi heard "One" from Raven. It was a moan of defeat.

Suddenly Tammi could feel his prick jump in size in her mouth. Tammi understood then what was going on. Raven had been trying to hold off as long as possible before starting the count. He had said something about three strokes at the pool hall. Tammi trembled in anticipation. Tammi heard him say "Spread those legs back open cunt, you have two more strokes to take." Tammi heard a whimper from Raven and knew that the girl on the table was near the end of her rope, so to speak. Tammi could feel his arm cock back to place another stroke on his girlfriend's pussy. -- "Smack!" Tammi could feel the force of the blow and the sharp intake of breath from Raven and another low moan of agony and lust from the whipped girl. "Two," she whispered.

"You should have been a little less careless with your shooting back at the hall," he said.

"Please master -- I can't take another. Please fuck me now. Anything but another stroke"

"Spread those legs one more time, your worthless bitch," He said.

Tammi could not believe what was happening. Here she was, a blonde bombshell, kneeling in front of a man she had met less than an hour ago, servicing his cock like a whore, bobbing her head for all she was worth - while he stood whipping a brunette beauty on her ass, her back, her tits and now her pussy. Un-fucking-believable!

"Thwack!"

"Three" Tammi heard Raven whimper. Raven immediately got off the table and braced herself on a small bench next to the table, on her knees again with her ass up in the air.

He pulled his cock out of Tammi's mouth. Tammi was simultaneously flabbergasted, flummoxed, and indignant.

"Please, let me finish sucking your cock" Tammi heard herself beg, as if another person was saying it.

He ignored her, went over to Raven, grabbed her hips and buried his shaft into her pussy. Raven immediately moaned in deep satisfaction, and seemed to cum at once. He methodically worked his shaft in and out of Raven's cunt. Tammi could see the submissive girl was in heaven. She was so worked up from the whipping that her body responded incredibly to his cock working her pussy. She seemed in a state of nearly continuous orgasm. Tammi couldn't believe what she was seeing. She could only stare in stupefaction and envy at the treatment that Raven was getting from the strange, powerful man.

He continued pistoning her cunt for several minutes until Raven began begging him to come. Almost as an act of pure will -- Tammi thought he must have incredible self-control (after getting blown for 20 minutes by one girl while whipping another girl who seemed to get off on it -- that must be every man's dream) and then fucking said whipped girl for another ten minutes -- he grunted and began shooting his load. Raven moaned in pleasure as he spurt his load into her puss.

As the moment began to wind down, Tammi felt she had to do something to acknowledge what she had witnessed and to let him know that she wanted to be a part of it. Still on her knees, she crawled over to the sated pair and, taking his cock, retracted it from her rival's pussy (indeed, that's what she though of Raven as now) and brought it to her mouth. By cleaning his cock, Tammi thought, she would signal her acceptance of what she saw and let him know that she wanted to continue, to experience more.

Tammi was flabbergasted for a second time as she was immediately shoved out of the way rudely and forcefully, - not by him, but by Raven. Raven snarled at Tammi, and immediately buried her mouth over his cock, all the while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Tammi was enraged. He simply smiled and let Raven continue cleaning her own cunt-juice, combined with his jism, off his cock.

As Raven continued servicing her Master, He looked over at Tammi. "Are you ready for your own whipping Tammi," He asked.

"Yes, sir" Tammi replied automatically, remembering his admonition in the car. Tammi believed his threat. If she didn't obey him, she feared he would throw her out and she didn't think she could bear that at the moment. She would do anything to have him inside of her private place, as he had recently been inside of Raven.

"Take off your clothes and throw them in the corner"

Tammi began to get up to do just that when he stopped her. "Stay on your knees, bitch"

Tammi felt herself flush with a hot flash of humiliation at his harsh words, but began the process of disrobing while remaining in a kneeling position. She was a natural blond with hair falling just below her shoulder blades. She had light eyes, was tall for a girl and still had the very hard body of a young adult. She had long, long legs and a firm, round ass. She also, unlike Raven, had large breasts (her best sexual assets). As she disrobed, she was secretly pleased that her breasts were so much larger than that black haired "bitch's" breasts were. She knew they were a stupendous sight, as most of the boys she knew would do anything to get a chance at sucking on them.

(She didn't know, at the time, how much pain and pleasure they would eventually cause her in his care.)

Once she completed disrobing she looked back up at him with expectant eyes. Raven was engaged in a slow, steady rhythm on his cock and Tammi could see it semi-rigid again under the ministrations of the recently whipped and fucked brunette.

"Lean over the table and spread your legs," he said to Tammi. Tammi rose from her knees and bent at the waist over the low table on which Raven had been so recently whipped. She spread her legs until her ankles were touching the legs at the corner. She saw him head over to the wall and pull four padded straps. He placed one on each ankle. The straps had a D-ring set into them. He used some rope to secure the D-ring to the table legs. She was effectively spread at a 70° angle with her pussy mound forming the apex and her long legs the sides of the triangle.

He then placed straps on her wrists. She assumed he would tie those off to the legs on the other side of the table, forcing her to lean over it. Instead he brought her arms back along her sides and tied them to the same table legs her ankles were secured against, but at the top of the legs, rather than the bottom. She didn't understand. This would allow her to stand up, which she did. He took one more strap off the wall. As He brought it closer, Tammi could tell that the strap was larger. He fit the strap around her neck and buckled it in place. He took more rope, looped it through the D-ring of her collar and tied it off underneath the table to some device Tammi couldn't see. Now she was forced to bend over the table at the waist. She had some freedom of movement with the way He had secured her, but she was effectively tied with nowhere to go.

He picked up a long braided whip and laid it on her back. Tammi shivered in anticipation. She knew she would be whipped, but she also knew that at the end of the whipping, she might get fucked and that was all she cared about at the moment. The first stroke forced a gasp from the blonde as he struck her squarely on her back. Involuntarily, she tried to stand up, but was brought up shore by her neck collar. The second stroke caught her on her ass and she felt a burning sensation along with a shiver of fear. What had she done, placing herself under the control of this monster? He stroked he ass a few more times with the whip and she began to whimper in pain.

"You can walk out of here anytime, just say the word," he said. This shocked Tammi back to her senses. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving. For the first time in her life, she felt no desire except to luxuriate in the present. To please him. She knew what was required.

"Please. Don't stop whipping me," she moaned. She heard a satisfied grunt, and the whipping continued. She lost count of the strokes after 15. He whipped her back, her ass, and her legs. She was sure that he COULD have whipped her much harder than he did, that he was holding back. Still, the pain FELT excruciating (and exquisite) at the same time. He varied where he laid the whip on her and varied the intensity and timing of his strokes so that she was always off balance, always unsure. Eventually, she let go of herself. Since she couldn't get away from the pain, her body adjusted and, eventually, she began to luxuriate in the sensation. She felt an intense heat spreading from her abdomen up to her breasts and down to her crotch, through her thighs, setting all of her nerve endings on fire.

The whole time, though, Tammi knew that brunette bitch was sucking on his cock and it drove her insane. When would he stop whipping her and start fucking her.

Just then, Tammi felt a pressure at her most private of openings. Oh God, what was he doing now. She resisted, but had no chance. She could feel his thumb 'pop' into her anal chute as the rest of his fingers fanned out along the top of her ass. He was going to whip her while he had his thumb up her ass!

"Thwack" the whip sliced against her upper thighs. She squirmed under the stroke. The pressure of his digit buried in her anus was humiliating. He could 'gauge' the effect of his ministrations on her at a very personal level. "Crack" the whip sung across her upper back and shoulder blades. Her shudder of pain was monitored closely by his anal thermometer. She was literally under his thumb. She could feel a wetness dribbling down her inner thighs. He knew just how to play her. The combination of the whipping and the humiliation was turning her on in a way that she had never been turned on before.