A Weekend With Bili

A Weekend With Bili

Friday Evening:

That she had been attracted to him for many years was no secret. In fact, the only thing that had kept them from getting together was her fear of his kinks. And, though she found many of his kinks to be arousing, she found many of them off putting, as well.

The wine and food was excellent this night. They sat across from each other chatting, reminiscing over the times that they had shared over their long friendship.

As she drained her glass for the second time and then she looked over at him, her eyes serious. “What's it like?” she asked him.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What do mean?”

She crossed her legs, as she straightened up on the couch. “Fucking you.”

He grinned at her. He had wondered when her curiosity would finally get the better of her. She knew a lot of the things that he liked to do to women. She had recoiled, in fact, at some of his deeds. The fact that she asked him what it was like told him that she wanted to find out, first hand.

“Megan,” he said, “the only way to know is to give me the keys and suffer through a weekend with me. Otherwise, you will never know.”

They sat quietly for the next few minutes. He watched her chew her lower lip, thinking.

“Well, it is up to you. Know this, though. I will not bring any harm to you. Chances are that you will suffer pain. And, once you agree to a weekend with me you won't be able to get out of it, no matter what.” He told her. “That I will show no mercy, you can be sure of.”

She looked at him, her curious excitement growing. She thought for a while at what he could make her do. She remembered back to their conversations of how he had abused the women that he had been with. Sure, the bondage and the spankings appealed to her. However, she wasn't certain that she could handle some of his more extreme kinks.

“Look, Bili, ” she said, finally, “You know that I don't do a lot of things that you would want me to do. I don't swallow and I don't take it up the ass. I can't do a lot of the kinky things that you like to do. But, I want a taste of what you offer. I want a taste of you” she finished.

He grinned at her. He loved watching women try to negotiate. It meant that they were already his to do with, as he wanted. “No deal.” He told her, softly. “If you wish to bed me down you must do so according to my rules. Otherwise it won't happen.”

She shivered as the words left his mouth. She amazed herself that a man could seem so powerful while speaking so softly. She felt her sex stir, flush with blood. Suddenly, she noticed his hands, large and strong. She had not noticed his hands before. In fact, though she had thought him handsome, she had never really looked at his form before. Now, she was suddenly noticing his every feature.

For long and long neither of them spoke, finally she moved to where he sat and kneeled in front of him. She gazed up at him and nodded in affirmation. He slipped his right hand underneath her chin and held her, staring into her large green eyes.

“There will be no chance to get out once we start. There will be no choices once we start. There will be nothing but my commands once we start” he told her. Again, her chin in his hands, her eyes locked to his, she nodded in affirmation.

She stepped across the threshold and into his room. Her eyes wandered about, expecting to see a dungeon atmosphere. She did not. His bedroom, painted white, was large and sparsely furnished.

His bed was huge, and sat in a heavy wooden frame. The tall, heavy, headboard had three holes set equidistant from each other. The footboard, though not so high as the headboard was heavy and had similar holes to the headboard, just above mattress level. The rest of his furnishings consisted of a small dresser, an overhead light and a small armoire. She noticed, too, that the closets doors were fully mirrored.

His hands moved to her hair and pulled her head back. Excited, she did not resist. Then he leaned down and met her lips with his. She felt herself become wet as the kiss lingered. And then, it was over. She tottered slightly as his hand left the thick of her hair.

She watched him, as he seemed to glide across the room to open the armoire. She saw that it was filled will various accoutrements, though what they were she could not tell.

He returned to where she stood and presented her with a wide leather collar. He showed her its design. There were three gleaming rings set in the collar, one in front and one on each side. The back of the collar had a small metal hasp and a small, unlocked, padlock.

“Last chance” he murmured to her, sliding the collar around her neck. And, as he looked into her eyes, she nodded in affirmation. And then, the lock snapped shut.

Almost before she realized what happened she found herself standing naked in front of him, spellbound. Her wrists now wore locking cuffs, as did her ankles. As her senses returned to her she found that she was being guided to the bed to which she was being bound on her back and spread eagle.

After leaving the room, briefly, he returned with a shaving mug and a straight razor. She shivered as he applied the warm lather to the space between her legs. Then, carefully, he began shaving the hair from her sex.

She was terrified. The very sight of the straight razor had left her speechless and afraid to twitch, even a muscle. Finally, he stood up, finished with his task. Then, he left the room, only to return with a cool wet washcloth, which he rubbed across her hairless sex. She found that she was aroused by his care, becoming more so as he began rubbing a warm and soothing salve into her now bare skin.

As her arousal mounted she became very aware that she was bound – of how she was bound. With this realization she became even more aroused. Soon she began moaning to his gentle touch, her body moving, almost involuntarily, at his delicate and sensuous touch. Just as she began nearing climax he stopped rubbing her to sit, quietly staring into her large eyes.

She flushed with embarrassment. She flexed her arms and legs, trying to pull herself loose, that she might cover her nakedness. And then, she watched, wide eyed as he began undressing and then to climb onto the bed to straddle her body.

He moved slowly up her body and was soon straddling her face. She stared at his cock, full and thick, but not erect. She saw that it was dripping fluid, expectant of imminent pleasures. She did not move, unsure of what was expected and frightened at her helplessness.

As he looked down upon her, he grasped his cock and began rubbing it across her face, smearing his sticky wetness across her face. She started to turn her head but could not, her head being framed and held tightly by his hairy legs. And so, she laid still, eyes closed, while he rubbed his dripping cock across her face.

She had only just closed her eyes when she felt his hard cock sliding across her lips. Automatically, she opened her mouth to take in his swelling member. Grasping her hair with both hands he began thrusting her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with slow steady strokes. Often, she gagged as his cock reached the back of her throat.

Just as she was beginning to feel dizzy he pulled her to him, forcing her to take his cock deeply. His back arched and his grip became tighter. His cock, now pushing at the back of her throat, jerked, Suddenly, he erupted, spewing his warm seed into her mouth, filling her to overflowing. “Swallow” was the only thing that he said. For the first time in her life, she swallowed the warm and viscous fluid she had avoided even tasting her entire adult life.

As she lay there, following his rough manhandling, she wondered that she could be so excited at what she had just done. She had never let a man cum in her mouth let alone swallow his semen. She looked over at Bili, eyes closed as he relaxed beside her. She wondered, again, why she had not seen the self assured power that she now saw in him.

She looked up her arms to her wrists, bound and spread. She looked down to her ankles, lifting her head. Her sex tingled at the sight, and she felt her wetness grow. As he stirred beside her, she a shallow sigh escaped her lips.

Hearing the groan he sat up in bed. She stared at him silently, unsure of what she should do. He reached out to cup her left breast. Then, slowly, he stroked his hand down her body and to her hairless sex. Her back arched and she moaned as he slid his fingers across her sex and then down her thigh. For two hours he caressed her body slowly, brushing over her sex and breasts, never entering her as she so wanted.

Eventually, she felt his fingers enter her sex, slowly. He began sliding them in and out with short sensuous strokes. And then they were gone. She moaned and begged him to push his fingers into her again, but he would not. She begged for him to climb on top of her and fuck her, but he would not. She cried out, begging him to fulfill her needs. Still, he would not allow her the release she so craved.

He brought his fingers, covered in her juices, to her mouth. She resisted, at first. But soon, she found that she was cleaning his fingers of her own wetness.

Finally, he slid two fingers into her sex. She moaned at the invasion. Then, as she was enraptured in the invasion of her sex, two more fingers entered her ass. Again she moaned, confused by the dual invasions, and arched her back lightly. Her mind fought against the pleasure that she felt at the invasion of her ass, denying it as best she could.

Suddenly, she arched her back as her anticipated orgasm neared. And then she was empty. She cried out in frustration. And then, his fingers were sliding back inside of her, working her holes. And again, as she neared her orgasm he withdrew his fingers. This time he brought them to her lips. She turned her head, refusing to take them into her mouth, as he wanted her to.

Suddenly, her ass and sex were filled, again. He slid his fingers in and out, wiggling them slightly as he stroked. She neared orgasm again, only to be denied and then, again, presented with the fingers that had formerly filled her. Again, she refused to suck them.

And so, the torture continued, until, finally, she took his proffered fingers into her mouth and sucked them. She ran her tongue along the length of his fingers. As she sucked them, she marveled at how easily she was coerced into doing such a disgusting thing. Still she sucked. Suddenly, her mouth was empty and her ass and sex were full. And then she found herself sucking his fingers again. Only now, she sucked without question or resistance. She sucked with no thought and no worry, filled with carnal need.

Again, his fingers filled her ass and sex. Again, she arched her back, expectant that her orgasm would be denied. Then she screamed in painful ecstasy as her ass and sex clamped down on the invading fingers. Then, as her orgasm past, she went limp, exhausted. She fell asleep sucking on his fingers.

Saturday Morning around 8 AM:

She woke to find that her arms were now bound together, over her head, and chained to the headboard. Already, he had released her ankles from their spread position and was attaching her cuffs together. Once her ankles were secured together he lifted her legs and pulled, slightly, while flipping her to her stomach. Then, he attached another chain to the cuffs, between her ankles and locked it to the footboard.

She tried to adjust herself but found that movement, while possible, was severely limited as she was pulled tightly between the chains that bound her. Too, she found that turning her head was a bit of a task, stretched tightly as she was. Still, she managed to lift her head and turn it slightly to see what Bili was doing.

Her eyes widened when she saw the phallic gag that he, no doubt, intended to place into, her mouth. As she started her protest he, calmly, approached her, and sat on the side of the bed. Then, as she chattered away as to why she didn't want to be gagged, he lifted her head up and back by her hair. Then, He used his free hand to position it in front of her face and demanded that she open wide. Instantly she clamped her mouth shut.

Very quietly, he let go of her hair and dropped the gag on the bed. Then, leaving his seated position he found his way to the armoire. She tried to see what he was getting but could not. When he returned to the bed he started brushing her long auburn hair. She had expected much worse, considering all that she knew of him. That he would be so gentle and caring, considering her rebellion, was completely unexpected.

As she drifted in his care he began braiding her hair. She thought this a strange and gentle thing for him to do but she did not question it. She, rather, enjoyed it, actually. Unbeknownst to her, however, his braids were entwined with a black leather strap, specifically made for such an endeavor, which ended in a heavy stainless steel ring. She drifted into sleep as he finished the long auburn braid.

She awoke, abruptly, to find her head being pulled back. She tried to turn her head but found that she could not. As she struggled with her new circumstance he settled himself on the floor beside her.

“Darlin'” he said, “I have laced a strap into your hair. The strap ends in a ring that has a short chain clipped to it. The other end of that chain is clipped to the cuffs on your ankles. I will not release it until you learn to obey me. We have an agreement and I intend on keeping my end of it, regardless of your own plans” he finished.

She attempted to reason with him. His only reaction was to hold the gag in front of her mouth. For nearly an hour she endured the torture of having her hair hold her head back. Finally, the pain too great to endure any longer, she opened her mouth. He wasted little time in sliding the phallic gag into her mouth and strapping it tightly to her head.

She buried her head between her arms when he released her head from its difficult and unpleasant posture. As he disrobed he told her of his intentions.

She struggled in her tight bondage, trying to get free. She screamed from behind the gag, protesting the coming activity. She flailed her head as best she could in hopes of persuading him from his intended assault upon her body. Ignoring her protests he slid his naked body on top of hers, kissing her neck. For so long as he had known her he had wanted to take her this way, bound, trembling and helpless.

He thought back to all of the times when he had admired her overly large and perfectly round bottom. He had fantasized what it would be like to take such a prize. Often, he had fantasized this very scenario. And now, as he lay on top of her, his cock grew hard and he began sliding it between the cheeks of her ass.

As he ground against her, he slid his hands down her body to grasp her hips. He began whispering something in her ear. She listened intently, discerning nothing, as she trembled in anticipation and fear of the coming invasion.

Reaching underneath his body he grasped her ass and spread it apart, allowing his cock to slide deeper between the crack that hid his objective. Then, as his hands slid back to her hips he began grinding more vigorously. With every forward thrust she felt his cock slide across her opening. Too, she felt a growing wetness that was not hers and she knew that he would violate her soon.

Slowly, she began to relax. And, as she began to relax she came to enjoy the feeling of his cock, as it slid between the cheeks of her ass and over the hole that would soon be violated.

She came to wondering at her enjoyment of this sensation, which had so recently frightened her. Her thoughts roamed, briefly, to memories of her past boyfriends. Some had tried to take her this way but the pain had been too great. Now, however, she found herself, almost, looking forward to it. Still, a part of her recoiled from the thought of what was to come.

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly, as his cock slid into her ass. She groaned in shock, pain and, somehow, pleasure. And then, just as suddenly, she was empty. Several more strokes crossed over her once filled opening and she found herself waiting, fearfully, for the next intrusion. Again his cock slipped into her ass only to withdraw, yet again. For long and long her repeated this action, the pain diminishing with each entry. As his repetitive actions continued she began losing her fear.

He slipped into her ass again. She moaned as she had his every entry. This time, he did not pull out immediately. Instead, he pushed himself in deeply, filling her as completely as he could manage. His cock felt enormous, buried so deeply inside of her ass. She wondered at the full sensation and then at how this invasion would affect her once it was over. Again, he began whispering in her ear, but she was too lost to understand him, overcome by the sensation of her full ass.

He began stroking himself back and forth and then fully in and out of her. The countering sensation of fullness and emptiness stretched her emotions, the differing sensations overcoming her. His long slow strokes turned fast and hard, drawing groans of pain filled pleasure from her.

After only a short time she found that she was rapt with pleasure. And then, she screamed from behind her gag as an overpowering orgasm shook her body. She clamped down on the invading cock, squeezing it, bringing forth a strangely pleasure filled pain. Just as her orgasm left her, another equally intense orgasm shook her. And as she was feeling the last echoes of her orgasm he growled and thrust deeply into her ass, spewing cum into her bowels and triggering another, more intense and pain filled orgasm.

Saturday Morning around 11 AM:

How long they had lain together she did not know. But, as she awoke, she found that his flaccid member remained inside of her. She pondered the unusual and pleasant feeling. She squeezed her sphincter once, experimentally. She found that the feeling excited her. So, she squeezed again. She noticed a stirring in the cock that filled her so she began to knead it. She became thrilled with the growing hardness from within her. Soon, he was hard and thrusting into her, driving himself deeply into her ass. She reveled in his long slow strokes as he impaled her on his cock. It seemed to last forever. And then, all too soon, he jerked spasmodically and filled her with his hot semen. Instantly she climaxed, pain filling her body as his spasms ripped at her ass. And then, as the rapture of orgasm left his body, he rolled off of her, exhausted and panting.

Saturday around Noon:

Their shower was hot and relaxing. And, as they made their way from the bathroom to the bedroom she wondered when he would replace the cuffs and collar that he had removed before they showered.

He dressed as she sat on the bed, naked. He noticed her eying the cuffs that had so recently encircled her extremities. Ignoring her obvious want he turned, calling her to follow him, and left the room.

As he prepared their brunch she sat on a chair in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen in uncomfortable nakedness. A bar separated the kitchen from the dining room. He took pleasure on those occasions when he would peak up from his cooking to see her rubbing her wrists and neck.

While they ate they talked to her about their recent explorations. Continually, throughout their chat she rubbed her wrists and neck She became uncomfortable as the conversation turned to her violation and how she had enjoyed it. However, despite her discomfort, she became aroused.

After their meal they retired to the comfort of his plush couch. He pointed out to her the constant rubbing of her neck and wrists causing her to blush.

Suddenly, she remembered her nakedness and pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. He reached over and gently pulled her arms from around her legs and commanded she put her legs down. Slowly, she complied, even more aware of her naked body.

For the next few hours they relaxed together. And as they watched television and talked into the evening he held her naked body against him. And, slowly, she came to forget her nakedness.

Saturday Night around 8PM:

After they ate dinner he locked the cuffs on her ankles and wrists. She shivered when she heard the click of the lock that secured the collar around her neck.

As soon as they retired to the bedroom he undressed and made her kneel in front of him with her hands behind her back. He stood in front of her and made her take his flaccid member into her mouth and suck. She found that his dictates made her wet with anticipation and wonderment at what his plans for her were to be.

Once his cock hardened he pulled from her mouth and walked to the bed to lay down. Wisely, she did not move from her position. After what seemed an eternity, he told her to come into the bed and straddle his body. She did as commanded, excitement filling her. As she straddled him she felt her sex become even wetter at the feeling of his hardness between her legs.

She began sliding over his hard cock at his command, a thrill running up her spine. He began to thrust upward with his body as her strokes excited him more than he had already been. And then, he told her, “Take my cock in your hands, behind you, and slide it in your ass.”

A chill ran through her body as she fearfully moved to obey. She wondered that she should be afraid of his cock filling her ass again after she had so enjoyed it. Despite her fear, however, she grasped his cock and, easing up onto her knees, placed his cock at her entrance. Slowly, she eased down, sliding his cock past her sphincter and into her ass.

She gasped as his hardened member entered her ass. The pain of this entrance was nearing the unbearable as he had not allowed her any sort of lubrication. Still, she continued sliding herself down over his hard shaft. He directed her to pull the cheeks of her ass apart to make it easier. Soon, she was completely impaled on his cock, her ass resting against his body.

She looked down at him, not moving. And then, motioning her with his arms, she began to slowly rock her hips. The pain, at this point, was nearing the unbearable. She was denied, despite her protests, the pleasure of lubrication or a slowing of activity. Knowing that he would have his way, regardless of her own wants, she continued rocking in pain. After many painful minutes she found that her rocking was becoming more tolerable, his cock lubricating her hole. When her pain had eased to a more comfortable level she leaned forward and put her hands on his chest for support while she rocked. Soon, she found herself lying on his chest with his large hands holding her own behind her.

As he pushed her back to a sitting position she found that he had locked her hands behind her. Excited by this simple and stealthy bondage she began rocking with more enthusiasm. She found that she could not get his cock deep enough inside of her so she pushed her ass down harder. So rapt in trying to force him deeper, was she, that she barely heard his words when he spoke new instructions to her. Nevertheless, she found herself obeying his command.

Now, she found that she was sliding from off of his body. The sudden vacancy she felt when his cock slid from her ass surprised her and she longed to be filled again. As she came to understand what was happening she found that he was standing before her kneeling form demanding she take him in her mouth.

She turned her head as his cock poked towards her mouth. His hands found her hair and he held her head steady as he jabbed his cock at her face. She continued to resist telling him that she would no take him in her mouth until he cleaned himself.

Quietly, and without warning, he grasped her hair and thrust her head down into the mattress. Suddenly, she found that she was lying flat on the bed, her head through one of the holes of the footboard of his bed. And, as the topmost part of the footboard came down, entrapping her head, she realized that the footboard was some form of stocks.

After he locked the hasp that held the stocks closed he moved beyond her sight. She looked around and called out his name. Her only answer was the sound of Bili opening the armoire and rattling around as he searched for items that she could only imagine.

Pain screamed through her body as the taws struck her fleshy ass. She tried to scream but could not, the shear intensity of the pain removing her ability to do so. She braced herself for another stroke but there was none. And then, she wept at the pain that still quaked through her body.

She found his hand cradling her chin, gently raising her head. Then he kissed her lips in quiet understanding. He smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek, whispering soft, reprimanding words. She nodded at his gentle scolding.

Now, she found that his soft cock was before her. Without comment she took him into her mouth, sucking him to his former hardness. Soon after he reached hardness he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Then, sliding up on the bed he straddled her ass. She felt his large hands grasp her ass and spread her cheeks. Then he placed his hardened member between the cheeks of her ass and impaled her. Forcefully, he rammed himself past her sphincter and deep inside of her body.

Her screams of pain excited him and he drove into her with renewed lust. Her hands, cuffed behind her, balled into tight fists as intense pain ripped through her. Still he drove into her without mercy.

Midnight:

She lay in his arms, hands still bound behind her. His slow breathing soothed her. Her thoughts drifted to the terrible way that he had just taken her. She wondered that suffering such pain could bring her such an intense orgasm. She wondered, too, that she could cum so intensely, being in so much pain. As she continued to ruminate over the night's occurrences she began to wonder what she was becoming and who she was.

Later, he took her again. This time, she did not protest when he pulled his cock from her ass and brought it to her mouth. This time, she took him into her mouth and sucked with ravenous lust. And, after he filled her ass with his hot seed, she took him into her mouth again, cleaning their musky scents from his softening member.

Sunday Morning around 9AM:

She woke in his arms, finding that they had not moved all night. She raised her head to look up at him. He was already awake. He smiled at her as he brushed her hair from her face. Then they began a long discussion over the previous nights activities that made her blush with embarrassment and shame continually.

After they had conversed for some time he rolled her to her belly. He ran his hand across the welt on her ass, causing her to flinch slightly. Still, he ran his fingers along the reddened welt. Her hands clenched tightly as she tried to hold still, knowing that he expected her not to resist. He smiled, enjoying that she was suffering for him.

Soon, he was massaging her sex from between her slightly spread legs. She became wet very quickly and was soon pushing herself at his hand, trying to get him to enter her. When she began to moan he stopped. Then, he left the bed, bidding she follow him.

She found herself standing at the foot of his bed facing it. Then, he unlocked the hasp that held the stocks closed and raised it, telling her to bend over and place her head in the center hole. After locking the hasp closed he bound her ankles to the bottom of the bed.

He stood back and admired her as she stood, bent over, head locked into the footboard. His design kept her legs slightly spread and unable to bend as her knees were nearly against the footboard.

After admiring her form, bound as it was, he moved to the armoire where he retrieved a fiberglass rod. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the rod and she began begging him not to use it on her.

He said nothing to her. Instead, he quietly strode behind her and began stroking her bottom with his hands. A cold chill flew up her body and she found that she was charged with desire at his touch. She grew confused by her mixture of fear and carnal need. Soon, she knew, she would feel the sting of the rods, yet she could not deny the need that she now felt.

His hands roamed to her sex and began rubbing her, gently. She found herself moaning and wishing that she could push against him. Soon, she climaxed, moaning. Instantly, her moans turned to screams as he brought the fiberglass rod across her ass.

For the next several hours she suffered through painful orgasm after painful orgasm. For with every orgasm he brought the fiberglass rod across her ass. When he, finally, ended her torture she was an exhausted mess of sweat and pain. Upon her release from her bondage she collapsed to the floor, unable to stand.

Sunday around 1PM:

She lay in the bathtub, cool water covering her body. From time to time tears welled up and she found herself crying. Since she had been released from her bondage she had cried often. Why she cried she was not certain and she found herself pondering her tears.

After her bath she came into the living room where he was relaxing on the couch. She climbed into his lap and snuggled into his arms. She felt a thrill when he slipped the cuffs and collar back onto her body. Soon, she fell into a dream filled sleep.

Her dream took her to strange and unusual places. She was bound to a statue of a man lying on his back; his granite cock filled her sex. Bili was fucking her ass in brutal fashion and she was screaming. Then, she was spread eagle, bound to the hood of a car, her head hanging off of the hood above the bumper while he fucked her mouth. Now she was in the stocks that were Bili's footboard being beaten while he fucked her ass.

Sunday Around 4 PM:

She awoke to find him carrying her into his bedroom where he bound her in the stocks, as he had before. Again, he rubbed her sex while wielding the fiberglass rod, torturing her orgasms with painful strokes that made her scream.

Finally, after two hours of tortured screaming, he was satisfied with her suffering through painful orgasms and he found pleasure, for himself, in the depths of her ass. Dutifully, upon her release from the stocks, she cleaned his cock of their musky fluids.

Sunday, around 7PM:

The cuffs no longer around her extremities and the collar no longer around her neck, she prepared to leave. She found it odd to be free of her bonds. Stranger still was the fact that she was wearing clothes. Amazingly, she had thought, she had grown accustomed to wearing only the collar and cuffs.

They embraced before she stepped from his home. Then she walked to her car, which was parked in front of his home, rubbing her wrists as she went. When she got into her car, she found that her hair was still braided with the leather strap. She tugged it slightly, enjoying the sensation. Then she looked back to his house, longingly, wondering what another weekend with Bili would be like.

Bili watched her as she departed, grinning. He had missed nothing and knew that she would be back soon, asking for more. He determined to make her next weekends stay even more memorable and more painful.