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.

Another Weekend With Bili.

Friday night - late

It was late when the doorbell rang. Bili stretched as he left the couch to answer the door. A grin stretched across his face as he looked through the peephole in the door. It was Megan. It had been two weeks since she had left his home. He had thought that it would take her another week or two to get the nerve to come by again.

He opened the door to see her standing, thumbing her purse nervously. She looked up and smiled. Then, timidly, she asked if she could come in.

They sat on his couch for several minutes in silence. Finally, in a quaky voice, she spoke. She went over their previous weekend in detail. Soon, her ragged voice became louder and excited – almost panicked.

He reached over to her, covering her tiny hand with his. Instantly, her voice calmed and she slowed her speaking. Her eyes met his and then darted away. Then she continued reminiscing over their weekend together.

Finally, she looked up at him, meeting his gaze, briefly. “Bili, I want to taste more of what you showed me,” she said. “It's just that…it's just that I am afraid of what you will do to me. I mean, what you did excited me, but…” her voice trailed away.

A gentle smile crossed his lips. Slowly, he moved his hand up her arm and to her face to cradle her chin. “Megan,” he said, “my rules are the same as before. I promise not to harm you. But, if you choose to stay with me you will have to suffer my will. And, once you agree to it, there is no reversal, no matter how you beg or ask out of it.”

He stood, drawing her up with him. Then, he kissed her cheek and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She shivered, excitedly, at his gentle caress.

After leaving the room, briefly, he returned to where she stood and showed her a black box. He opened the lid to reveal the collar and cuffs that she had worn on her last visit. There was also a set of five locks and a single key. After displaying the boxes contents he sat it down on the coffee table and went into his bedroom, leaving her with a choice.

She sat down on the couch and pondered her predicament. Remembering his telling her of so many terrible things; things that he had done to the women he was with, she wondered if he would do those things to her. Would he humiliate and torture her to the degree he had other women? He did promise not to harm her, after all. But, what was harm? He had already humiliated her and caused her severe pain. And yet, here she was, back again, seeking more.

He was reclining on his massive bed, reading, when she came into the bedroom. As he had expected, she was wearing only the leather and steel jewelry that he had shown her. He watched her approach him. She was trembling when she handed him the key.

He motioned her to kneel by the bed. She did so, without hesitation or thought. She dropped her head to look up at him from within the cave of her hair. He noticed that her hands were behind her back, already.

“Where is the strap for your hair?” he asked, softly.

“In my purse” she whispered.

“Get it and return,” he told her.

She scampered away, returning strap in hand, to kneel at his bedside, hands behind her. He was reading again and did not look up. She tilted her head down and watched him through her thick hair, while he read.

He slowly pulled one hand from his book and held out his hand. She placed the strap in his hand and then returned her hand behind her, nervously. She wondered how it was that she should be so excited and afraid at supplicating herself in this manner.

For several minutes he gave no signs of interest and she wondered how long he would make her wait or if he was waiting for her to do something. The minutes passed slowly. Finally, he dog-eared the page of the book and closed it. He sat up and stretched. Then he commanded she turn around.

She found herself facing the mirrored closet. While she knelt, regarding the image that they cast, he got up and retrieved a brush from the bathroom. In a moment he had returned to the bed to begin brushing her long hair.

She reveled in the soft care and attention that he gave to her hair. She found herself closing her eyes and shivering with every stroke of the brush. Very soon – too soon – it was over and the long strap with the shiny steel ring was braided into her hair.

She stood up at his command and turned to face him. When she had turned around he showed her a short chain. “This,” he told her, “is for your waist. This chain is special and I want you to understand its meaning.”

Over the next several minutes he spoke to her about the long-standing friendship that they had shared. He spoke of the times that they had drifted out of contact and how he always thought about her, wondering where she was and what she was doing. He spoke of how much joy he felt when they had resumed contact after those times. And then he began to tell her of his feelings for her over the long years of their friendship.

Within all of his explanation of his feelings he told her, too, that she would suffer for him should she agree to wear the chain. He told her that her previous suffering was minimal and that she could expect far worse. Slowly, she came to understand the full meaning of the chain.

“The chain is not for this weekend.” He told her. “You will decide on the chain another time. But, I wanted you to know my feelings for you.” Then he flashed a warm and comforting smile.

She did not know how to feel about all that he had told her. She was caught in the revelation of his feelings for her. She had harbored similar feelings for him as well. Still, hs promise to make her suffer provided a sharp fear of what might come.

After a long moment of silence he offered her a last chance at leaving the collar and cuffs behind for the night. She chose to stay, bound in cuffs and collar, to suffer at his whims. Later, as she suffered, she would question her decision.

Saturday Morning around 1 AM:

She wept in disgust and defeat as her tongue pushed against his asshole. She was now bound, chest down, to his coffee table. Her head was tilted up and back, held in harsh bondage. He had arranged the strap in her hair so that it was pulled back by a chain. The chain, in turn, passed between the cheeks of her ass down underneath the table to lock on a ring that was just under her head. Her hands had been spread wide, bound to either end of the coffee table in similar fashion. Her thighs had been bound with wide leather straps, which, in turn, were attached to the cuffs on her ankles.

Initially, she had refused to lick his asshole, finding it disgusting. However, a few strokes of his taws had convinced her to provide him the pleasure that he wanted. Now he sat on the couch, feet propped on the table, enjoying her tongue on and in his hole.

After a considerable time, he put his feet down and pushed her and the table back and away from the couch. She cried out as the carpet burned her knees. Ignoring her pain, he knelt in front of her and pushed the entirety of his cock into her half open mouth.

Just as she thought that he would choke her to death he withdrew his cock from her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. She found that she was lightheaded and she was sure that she would have emptied the contents of her stomach had it not been empty. Her relief was short lived, however, as he was soon thrusting into her throat with a quick and steady rhythm.

Finally, after nearly an hour, he stopped his thrusting, to leave his cock resting just inside her mouth. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Again, when her breath returned to her, he pushed himself back into her mouth. This time, he spoke to her in a soft and gentle voice, instructing her. And with his soft instruction she found that she was able to accept his cock into her throat without gagging or loss of breath.

A few moments later he arched his back and let out a groan. As he began his climax her eyes grew wide. She had expected the unpleasant flavor and warm thickness to fill her mouth. Instead, his warm viscous cum flowed down her throat, bypassing her mouth.

He left his cock in her mouth for several minutes. During this time she began to wonder about her newest accomplishment. She disliked the taste and texture of cum. Thus she was pleased at having avoided it. She was also quite proud at being able to take him so deeply into her mouth. Most strangely, she felt as if she had cheated, by not actually having to suffer tasting his cum.

Eventually, as the moment's excitement ebbed, she found that her bondage was causing her considerable pain. She began to wonder if and when she would be released from this bondage. Several times she started to ask him, but thought better of it, not wanting to suffer anything stricter.

Finally, after watching her struggle with the pain, he released the chain that held her head back. Then, after releasing her arms he went into the bedroom, bidding she follow.

He watched her enter the room on her hands and knees, her feet seemingly growing from her ass. He enjoyed watching her crawl into the room in obvious humiliation and discomfort. Even more, he enjoyed watching her struggle onto the bed as he had commanded her.

When she managed her way onto the bed he attached a strap around her upper arms. A few clicks later and her wrists were now attached to her upper arms with hardly any distance separating them. She thought this to be an oddly erotic and ironic manner of binding; free to move about, but utterly helpless as was proven by the ease with which he flipped her to her belly.

After lifting her slightly to place a pillow under her belly, he slid a hand between her legs and began massaging the damp cleft between. As he had during her previous visit, he stopped when she neared climax, beginning again after the moment had passed. If ever there was suffering, this was suffering as; over and over he brought her near to climax, never fulfilling her urgent need.

She lost track of time as she begged for release, over and over. Then, as she met her first orgasm, she felt pain. Somewhere amidst the torture, she couldn't remember when, he had retrieved leather cat-o-nine from his armoire. It was this that she felt stinging her bottom. It was to accompany each orgasm that followed the first, never relenting and ever present. For the next hour she suffered, screaming in confusion, pain and pleasure, praying for it to end yet wanting more.

Saturday Morning around 8 AM:

She awoke in his arms, no longer bound. He was already awake, stroking her shoulder with the tip of his finger.

Memories of her torture came rushing back to her. Pondering all that had occurred last night, she became confused as to what it was that she had felt. She found that she could not remember the specifics of her tortures, only flashes of activity, mixed with a distinct and powerful intensity.

When Bili realized that she was awake he pushed her head down to his soft member. She took him into her mouth, sucking him to hardness and then to a quick climax. She swallowed his semen, proud to have brought him to such a quick climax.

Later, at breakfast, they chatted the chat of long lost lovers, laughing and joking. They reminisced over days past and lost loves. Too, they spoke of the “would have's”, the “could have's” and all of the things that made them who they were at this moment.

Their conversation intensified when he spoke of his sexual wants and sadistic interests. By the end of their chat she finally understood what he meant, when he told her that she would suffer. She shivered at his words.

Saturday Morning, around 11:30 AM:

She walked into the garage to see the many intricate devices that he had constructed. He ushered her across the softly carpeted floor to a large apparatus constructed of heavy steel tubing. The upright posts of the tubing were bolted into the floor and joined, at the top, to a crossbar, with elbow joints. Set in between the uprights was a small wooden box.

At his command, she stood on the box and regarded the harmless looking device. Really, she had expected far worse torture devices than this harmless looking piece of plumbing.

Saturday Morning, around 11:45 AM:

She looked at him from her perch on the box as he pushed the gag into her mouth and secured it to her head. Once gagged, he slid his hands down her arms to the cuffs on her wrists, which he brought together in front of her and locked together. Then, he kneeled down and secured her ankles together. Before she realized what he was doing, she found her head tilted forward and her hair pulled tightly to the bar above. And then, the box was gone, pulled out from underneath her bare feet.

The taws fell on her skin, raising light welts. Tears poured from her eyes and she screamed with pain from behind her gag. Still, he continued striking her ass and thighs, reveling in her pain. Then, after what seemed like hours, the taws fell no more.

He stood in front of her, regarding her. He wiped a tear from her eyes, tasting the salty moisture. Then, he stroked his fingers across her nipples and down her body to her hairless sex. All too soon her body was reacting. She tried to resist but found her body betraying her. How could she become aroused after being beaten, hanging by her hair and suffering through pain as she was?

Suddenly, she became angry. She was angry with herself for allowing Bili to use and abuse her body. She was no plaything! She was not some toy to be used for another's sadistic gratification. Even more, she was angry with her body for it's betrayal. But, as much as she wanted to, she could not find anger towards Bili. He had hidden nothing and, true to his word, he had made her suffer.

Her first orgasm was joined with a muffled scream as he smacked her raw ass with the taws. And then began her suffering. For long and long he continued to torture her, flavoring each orgasm with the sharp scent of pain. Her muffled screams were a symphony to his ears and her body the instrument on which he played.

Floating, she looked down to see the tortured girl who hung by her hair from a heavy pipe. She sympathized with her pains while reveling with her pleasures. She wondered who the girl was so she swooped down from her place above her. The face she saw was vaguely familiar and she tried to remember if she had seen the girl before.

Suddenly a man stepped in between her and the girl and removed the thing that partially covered her face. She floated over to where she could better see the girl but could not place a name to the face.

Then, the man was carrying the girl in his arms. She flew over them, regarding the girl, curiously. She felt attached to the girl in some way, though she did not know why.

The man placed the girl on a bed, gently. She watched him as he wiped her brow with a damp cloth. Then, she settled down, beside them. As she came down to the bedside she glanced up to see her own reflection in the closet doors mirror. Suddenly, her being filled with subversive pleasures that accompanied wave after wave of torturous pain and she felt herself being drawn into the woman on the bed. She cried out in a silent scream of desperation as she was drawn into the body that lay before her.

Saturday Afternoon, around 4 PM:

Her eyes fluttered open, her body shaking and cold. He was holding her in his arms. She turned her head to look at him.

“What happened?” she whispered. “Was I dreaming?”

He nodded in negation. “No, it was not a dream. You suffered. But, you suffered exquisitely.” He said. “And you will again.”

Shortly before they left the bedroom she found herself taking his cock into her mouth again. Soon, she was on her back, head hanging from the side of the bed while he slid himself in and out of her throat. Before long, he was spilling himself into her, moaning with his orgasm.

When it was over, he told her how pleased he was with her new oral skill and she found herself filling with pride. A short while later they were on his couch, watching television in the living room, enjoying the comfort of each other's arms.

Saturday Night, around 7PM:

After a pleasant dinner they retired to Bili's bedroom. At his command, she climbed into his bed and waited for him to join her. While she sat on his bed she grew fearful of her anticipated suffering.

Bili, meanwhile, was rummaging through his armoire. Occasionally he glanced to where she sat on the bed, enjoying the worried look on her face. Finally, amidst his multitude of devices and toys, he found the exact items that he had been searching for.

Her eyes grew wide as he dropped the items on the bed. She began to protest but was quickly hushed as he began his explanation of the items.

“These three alligator clamps will be attached to your nipples and your clit” he began. “And, this vibrator will fit inside of your pussy. And yes, the alligator clamps at the base will be attached to your labia so that it won't fall out.” She shuddered, afraid of the fierce looking clamps.

Then she spoke up, angry, remembering her previous anger. “Where are the keys for the cuffs?” she demanded. “This has gone too far. It went too far already, when you strapped me by my hair and beat me. This is over!” she finished.

Suddenly, he was over her, his hand pulling her head back by her hair. Then he dragged her to his garage, while she fought him. After much resistance and screaming she was, again, bound and gagged and hanging from her hair, as she had before.

Panting, he went back into the house to retrieve the items that had so frightened her. When he returned, he unlocked her ankles and spread them to the upright poles that she hung between.

Once she was secured satisfactorily, he turned his attentions to her sex. Slowly, he pushed the vibrating torture device into her sex. Then, he attached the four alligator clips at its base to her labia.

The pain from the clamps was excruciating and she screamed beneath the gag. She began to wonder how he could be so cruel to her after declaring his feelings for her.

And then, almost before her thoughts had matured, he began to attach the alligator clips to her nipples and her sex. Muffled, she screamed at this horrible pain, jerking beneath the steel pipe from which she hung.

He stepped back to regard her. The painful jerking, enriched by the sounds of her moaning and occasional screams, made his blood hot. He reached up to stroke her cheek softly. Then, his hands traveled down her body, lovingly, to find the vibrator that was, so cruelly, attached to her sex.

She hung, trying to cope with the pain that raced through her. She was not even aware of when he turned the vibrator on. Somewhere in her torture, however, she began to feel the stimulation of the vibrator, and her body began reacting in defiance to her wishes.

He looked at her, as she began to react to the stimulation of the vibrator. Then, he began stroking her belly and breasts with long strokes of his fingers, exciting her further. Her body went ridged and she began her first orgasm. Soon, she was suffering from another orgasm that was followed by another.

For long and long she hung, suffering through painful orgasm after painful orgasm. Until, finally satisfied, and as she began the throws of one of her many orgasms, he removed the clip on her left nipple. She jerked, spastically, screaming. And then, as another orgasm filled her, he removed the final clip from her other nipple. Then, he pulled a cat-o-nine from a nearby cabinet and began whipping her ass and thighs while she climaxed.

After reddening her ass, thoroughly, he got to his knees now, in front of her. She watched him as he waited for her next orgasm. When her body tensed and the orgasm flowed through her, he removed one of the clips that tortured her labia, making her jerk and scream out, in pain.

Several orgasms later, the clips no longer held the terrible device in place and he slid it from her sex. Still, her body shook and she continued climax.

That she could be so easily trained to continuous orgasms pleased Bili immensely and he marveled at her easy suggestibility. Soon, he knew, she would be slave to the pain. Soon, she would be molded to serve his needs.

After releasing her, he carried her into the house and to his bedroom. Gently, he set her on his bed. Then, he slid beside her and wrapped his arms around her, while she shook in continual climax.

Occasionally her eyes fluttered open and she saw him. And then, another orgasm would pass through her body and she would close her eyes, tightly. Finally, the orgasms grew weaker and then left her altogether, and she slept.

Sunday Morning at 9AM:

She woke to find the bed empty. As she lifted her head she found that she was tethered to the bed by a short, heavy chain attached to her collar. She lay her head back down and drifted into sleep again.

She stirred again when he entered the room to bring her breakfast. She sat up, the heavy chain tugging at her neck, and began eating. Then they began conversing over the previous nights activities.

While they conversed she admitted to not being angry at his rough treatment of her, despite her resistance. They did have an agreement, after all. Still, she admitted that she wanted no part in any more tortures.

“It's too much to take.” She told him. “I have never liked pain and last night was pure hell. So, if you have any more ideas of similar tortures I should probably just leave.”

After listening to her arguments against further abuse he ended the conversation by revisiting her agreement with her. “So, you see, it's not really your choice, at this point ” he began. “I told you before we started this that you would be subjected to my interests. I told you that it would not end until the weekend was over. And, I intend on keeping my word.”

Further arguments were scotched and she soon found herself on her back with her head over the side of the bed, his cock sliding down her throat.

As she lay on her back, swallowing his hard member, she plotted a way to escape from this weekend of terror. Certainly he had the upper hand. She was naked and chained. There was no way to get free unless he allowed it. There had to be some way. And, she determined to find it, no matter what. Her thoughts were cut short when he groaned and filled her throat with his hot semen.

Sunday Afternoon, around Noon:

For a while later he lay with her, in his arms, on the bed. After about and hour of lying with him she stroked his member to hardness. Then she started sucking him again, hopeful that her attentions would make him forget his intentions of future tortures.

She slid herself down between his legs, spreading them so that she could lick under his scrotum, all the while keeping close watch on the clock. She would have to leave in a few hours and she hoped to keep his attention away from torture until that time.

Soon, she was stroking his cock while she licked and probed his ass with her tongue. And, though she detested licking him in this way, she was determined that he would not have time to torture her again.

He enjoyed her attentions, knowing her plan full well. Further, he appreciated the irony that she was willing to endure this to avoid the tortures that she would endure anyway. And, despite the incredible pleasures that he was now feeling, he kept close tabs on the time.

She had been sucking and licking him for nearly an hour when he told her to stop. “It's time I made you suffer again” he told her.

She looked up at him, frightened. Her head dropped and she began begging him not to torture her again. She reasoned and pleaded, promising him anything and everything if he would not torture her again. When it became clear that he would not relent, she became angry, screaming that she would not endure any more pain or humiliations.

And then, she was being pushed down into the bed. She felt him releasing the chain from her collar. And then, she heard the creaking of the stocks, as he opened them. Then, he flipped her to her back and he thrust her head through the centermost hole. He held her steady while demanding she place her hands through the other holes. She complied after a sharp blow to her sex with the magically materializing cat-o-nine whip.

After the stock was locked down, she realized that she was not bound to the footboard, as she had thought, but the headboard. She looked around, hoping for some sort of escape but found only the wall behind the bed for company.

Suddenly, he was lifting her left ankle from the bed. She struggled, receiving another sharp blow from his whip. And soon, she could see both of her ankles sticking through the holes of the stocks, just over her hands.

When he was finished with this new bondage he stood back to enjoy the site. He had rarely used the stocks in the past. Never before had he had a chance to use the stocks, as he was now, since this bondage required a woman who was extremely flexible. Megan was perfect for such bondage.

Megan lay in terror, fearing what she could not see. For a long time she listened to him as he prepared to torture her. She could hear him going through his armoire, selecting items. Often, she heard him strike the bed with some unknown object.

Frequently, she would beg and plead for him to release her. Her only answer was more sounds of him sampling items with which to strike her.

Once he had selected the appropriate items he took his position and began his tortures. She screamed out as something struck her thighs, lightly. Then, her ass was filled with something painfully large and long. She tried to push it out but could not. Then another light blow fell on her thighs and she screamed, again. This time, however, she felt her sex begin to warm and she panted, awaiting his next blow.

Another something, large and long, slid into her sex, followed by another light blow to her thighs. Her body shook as a mild orgasm passed through her body. Her eyes widened as she realized what had happened. And then, another strike to her thighs brought her to another orgasm. She did not scream this time.

Bili listened to her breathing as he readied himself to strike her again. Then, as her breathing calmed he struck her ass with his short single tail whip. He smiled as she moaned, her body filling with the throws of orgasm. The room soon filled with the screams of her orgasms as he brought his whip across her thighs and ass. After nearly two hours he stopped, sweaty and out of breath. Still, she continued to climax, moaning pitifully.

Sunday Evening around 4:30PM:

Megan lay in his arms, shaking. She looked at Bili, as he held her, wondering if her orgasms would ever stop. In between her throws she tried to talk to Bili, afraid of what was happening to her. And, though his words comforted her, she remained afraid of what was happening.

Finally, her orgasms subsided and she slept.

Some time later, when she woke, she found that the cuffs and collar were no longer locked on to her body. She sat up, slowly, to find that Bili had removed the strap from her hair, as well. Her ass and sex were, noticeably sore and she felt as if she had run a marathon. On the end of the bed she saw the clothes that she had shed when she had arrived at his home on Friday night.

As she dressed, Bili came into the room carrying a tray with food and drink. “Ah, you're awake, already” he said. “I took the time to prepare some soup and some Gatorade for you.”

Gladly, she sat on the side of the bed and ate the proffered food that he had set on a tray beside it. She found that she was parched and drank down the Gatorade, quickly. Several glasses later she got up from the bed and began dressing.

As she pulled her panties over her thighs she felt the pain of the welts that adorned her thighs, ass and sex. In the moment after the pain had struck her she felt a mild orgasm flow through her body.

For a long moment she didn't move, wondering what had just occurred. Then, she slid her hand down to her sex. A more severe pain struck her, followed by a more powerful orgasm. Confused and wobbly, and after several more orgasms, she managed to dress and find her way to the living room.

Bili looked up, from where he sat on the couch. She wanted to ask him about her pain and the orgasms, but was too confused and frightened. Besides, she had given him enough satisfaction this weekend. It would not do to give him more.

“Good night, Bili” she said, softly. “I'm sorry, but I won't be back. This is too hard…too painful. Goodbye.”

Bili watched her walk to her car in the evenings fading light. Several times she had to stop and regain herself. Bili smiled, knowing that he had succeeded in his plan. And he knew that she would soon return, despite herself.

For long and long she sat in her car, occasionally looking to the dim lights in the window of Bili's home. Finally, she brought the engine to life and began her long drive home.

Later, as lay in bed, she cried herself to sleep. She loved Bili. He loved her. But she could never go back. This night, she knew, she had lost her truest friend.

Megan's Suffering

Wednesday Evening around 6PM:

The instant Bili opened his door she threw herself at him, beating on his chest and screaming epithets and vulgarities at him.

After recovering from her initial thrust, he grasped her by the hair, pulling her head back, roughly. Then, he spun her around and marched her out the door and into his yard, throwing her to the grass.

"Never, ever attack me,” he scolded her, in a quiet tone. "Never, assume that you can abuse or raise a hand to me, no matter the circumstance. Now, when you can resume polite conversation and talk to me in reasonable tones, you can come in. Until then, you are not welcome" he finished. Turning, he walked calmly into his house, shutting the door behind him.

Megan sat for several minutes, crying on the grass. She felt ashamed that she attacked him in that manner. Slowly though, she recovered herself and was knocking at his door.

Bili answered the door, smiling and greeted her as though her attack had never occurred. Once in his house, he ushered her to take a seat on the couch. After closing the door behind him, he took a seat on the recliner opposite the couch. After a long silence, she began speaking.

"Bili, five weeks ago, when I left here, I swore that I would never see you again. Since then, I have not slept well. My dreams are filled with constant visions of many of the things - the awful things, that you did to me." She paused to wipe a tear from her eye.

"Bili," she began again, "Bili, I went out with my ex-boyfriend, about a week after I saw you. He and I…we fucked. But, Bili, I didn't…I can't cum, Bili. Not without …pain.”

She looked up at him with sad eyes. "Bili, what did you do to me? When, I…when I masturbate, I can't cum without hurting myself. And, Bili, I always think of you when I cum. I think of the things that you did to me. Bili, what did you do to me?"

Bili watched her for a few moments. Then, he told her to go home and to think about what she wanted. He told her to think about what she needed. "And, when you have the answer come back to me. But, know that when you come back, that you will suffer. But, and this is most important, you will have to ask to suffer." She sat in silence for a while. Finally, she stood up to leave.

Bili got up with her and escorted her to the door. Then, as she reached for the doorknob, he spun her around and pulled her to him. Then, he embraced her, pulling her head back by her hair, and kissed her passionately. And, just as abruptly, the kiss ended and she was out the door.

Friday night, just after nightfall:

She pulled into his driveway. For a long time she sat in her sedan, wondering if she should go in. After what seemed like hours, she steeled up the nerve to get out of her car and go to him.

When she got to his porch the door was slightly ajar. She knocked tentatively, pushing the door in, slowly. As she passed through the vestibule and into the living room she saw him sitting on his recliner, in near darkness.

"I'm here, Bili." She said, her voice shaky.

"Step back into the vestibule and turn on the light." He told her.

Slowly, she stepped back into the vestibule and turned on the light. Then, she looked back to where he sat.

"Don't move." He told her. "Megan, I told you what to expect if you returned here. But, I also told you that you had to ask for it. Are you ready to ask for it?"

Megan shivered as his words finished. She was not so sure that she could do this. And then, a sudden burst of pride slipped past her fear and she determined that he would not intimidate her.

Then, in carefully thought out words, she spoke, a slightly haughty tone to her voice. "Bili, will you make me suffer?" she asked.

Bili left his chair, bidding she turn out the light. As the sudden lack of light left her blind, she felt his hand grasp the back of her head while something covered her mouth and nose. And then, she slumped, unconscious, in his arms.

Saturday morning, around 5 AM:

She awoke in pain. Her head had been pulled back, severely, so that she could only see the metal pipe over her head and the ceiling above it. She was hanging, her arms stretched wide, from the pipe above. Her legs were spread and bound to the upright posts supporting the pipe overhead. Her ass had been filled with a large plug that stretched her to her limits. And her mouth suffered from the pain of an equally large ball gag that made her jaws ache, terribly.

"I see you are awake" she heard him say. "In case you haven't figured it out already, you are suspended from your favorite torture device. Currently, I am in the midst of making a few adjustments to you that should make you more appealing,"

Then, as he had done before, he began rubbing her sex in a slow, pleasurable rhythm. Shortly, her body reacted and became increasingly aroused. For long and long he rubbed her, increasing her need for satisfaction. It was not to come so easily.

As he rubbed her shaven mound he pulled his cat-o-nine whip from his back pocket and smote her round bottom. The sudden pain brought her instant release. Immediately, her orgasm subsiding, the whip struck again and then again. She was screaming now, as best she could, muffled by the gag. How long he whipped her she could not say, time being a stranger to her.

He withdrew his hand from her sex, leaving her with only the constant pain of the whip. His strokes were steady and slow, ensuring recovery before the next stroke. To his pleasure, each stroke of the whip brought another pain filled orgasm.

Her orgasms continued long after he had stopped beating her. Finally, when she no longer shook, he retrieved the tools that he would need to begin his next venture.

Stepping up to her, he brought a piecing gun up to her left nipple. Each pop of the gun was accompanied by a shivering orgasm. After filling each hole with a shiny silver ring her moved on to her right nipple and repeated the orgasm inducing process.

Saturday morning, around 10AM:

Megan's eyes fluttered open. She began wondering if last night really happened. Surely, he had not pierced her as she remembered. When she tried to move her hands she found that their movement was limited and that they were shackled to a chain around her waist.

As she squirmed to discover just how she was bound she woke up Bili. As soon as he woke he rolled her to her belly and slid himself into her sex. She moaned at the entry, surprised that she was wet, already.

Soon, she was pushing herself at him, wanting him deeper. She tried to move her hands from her side that she might better push herself against him, but could not. And, though she became more excited at her bondage, she ached for something more - something that she could not quite touch.

She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to stave off the tears that filled them. She was missing something, something obvious. Still, she could not quite put her finger on it. Several times, she seemed about to break through the mist that hid the source of her need. Each time the answer slipped away.

Then, as she prayed for an end to her aching, she opened her eyes. Below her were two people making love. The man on top of the girl below was gentle and tender. He kissed the back of her neck. His hands traveled in tender caresses up and down her body.

The girl's hands were bound to her waist with a chain. She was on her belly, pushing back at to meet his thrusts. She was in pain. Her eyes were closed tightly, weeping silently.

"Why is she in pain?" she wondered. "Why should she be so sad? And, how can she be so sad when she is so obviously in love with this man?"

The man pulled back from the girl and flipped her to her back. He raised her legs and plunged his member back into her. She moaned with pleasure when he re-entered her. It seemed that the girl could not get enough. And yet, she remained pained and lost.

She entered the girls mind to find it awash with loneliness, pain and pleasure. She was filled with self-contempt, denial and confusion. Still, the girl wanted more - but, more of what? She had to find out. She tried to communicate to the girl but found her mind closed.

Then, she turned to look at the man through the girl's eyes. A wave of love intermingled with anger filled her immediately. The man was now pulling himself from the girl. She watched as the girl closed her eyes, a profound emptiness filling them.

She opened her eyes as his cock entered her mouth and she found herself sucking him. Automatically, she swallowed the warm and viscous liquid that filled her mouth. Somehow this calmed her, easing some of the aching that she had felt. Then, she closed her eyes and drifted into darkness.

She opened her eyes to find that she was naked and on the couch. He sat across from her, in his easy chair, reading a book. As she stirred he put down his book and smiled at her.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

She shook her head as she sat up. "I guess I'm fine."

"Come to me and sit in my lap, I have a few things to tell you. Things that will shape your decision for your future" he told her

Once she settled into his lap, he pushed her head to his shoulder. Then, he began his long monologue. For the next hour he told her of the pain that she would endure and the duties that she could expect to perform. Too, he told her of the care that he would provide and the duties that he would perform for her. In the end, he told her, "You will be, essentially, a slave, subjected to my whims and moods. In return, I promise to love you, take care of you and to treat you well, always."

Saturday, about 8PM:

She was hanging from her wrists in his garage. Her ankles had been pulled up over her head and bound to her wrists. A strap had been wrapped around her calves and behind her head, so that her legs were straight and straining against her body. To further her discomfort, her mouth had been filled with a large ball gag and her ass has been filled with an equally large plug.

She screamed behind the gag with the first stroke with the cat-o-nine whip. Almost immediately, she jerked, her body defying the pain with a jarring orgasm. As his strokes continued, her site went dark and her body began climaxing beyond her own control.

When her site returned she saw him, sitting in a chair in front of her, where she hung. She found that her body was still wracked by occasional orgasms and that her mouth was now empty.

Finally, after several minutes, he spoke to her.

"You look good, hanging there,” he told her. "You've been hanging there for about two hours, now. I would imagine that you are in a fair amount of pain. Chances are that you hate me, right now. I want you to understand that this is only a minor discomfort, compared to what you will suffer if you decide to return to me after this weekend."

Then, he put his foot on a small pedal in front of him and she felt herself being lowered slowly. When she was nearly to the floor he pulled his foot from the pedal, stopping her descent.

After leaving his seat, he unzipped his pants and presented her with his flaccid member. Obediently, she opened her mouth and began sucking him. Before long he was forcing himself into her aching mouth with violent thrusts. Several minutes later she was being crushed to his body as he filled her mouth with his seed. She strained to swallow, but swallow she did. And as the final throws of his orgasm left him, another orgasm passed through her body.

Saturday night, around 11:30PM:

She lay in his arms while he caressed her body. She was filled with confusion and wonder at what had occurred. She had never climaxed while performing orally, for anyone. In fact, as she thought back, she had never enjoyed sucking a man's cock…until Bili.

She looked up to him to see him smile at her. Adjusting herself in his arms she felt a twinge of pain in her legs. Accompanying the pain was an uncomfortable presence in her ass. He grinned at her, realizing her discomfort.

“Don't even think of taking it out” he told her. “It stays until I say otherwise.” Somehow, this excited her.

As she was pondering her newfound pleasures, he began stroking her tender nipples. She had hardly noticed the piercings. She had not been given the time. Nevertheless, she found herself exited at her new jewelry and the pain it caused.

His hand slipped down to her sex, stroking her tender nub. After what seemed like hours, he climbed on top of her and pushed his cock into her. She arched her back at the intrusion, wanting him to fill her as deeply as possible.

Their thrusts met in furious excitement as they rolled on the bed. First, she was on her back, legs high in the air. Then she rode him, her breath ragged. Then, they were on their sides, him behind her, thrusting into her with slow and long strokes.

Before long, she felt an all too familiar emptiness in their heated, yet gentle, lovemaking. The forgotten aching began to replace the excitement that she felt.

Her sudden crying halted his actions. She screamed when he tried to comfort her, pulling the plug from her ass to hurl it across the room.

“I hate you!” she screamed at him. Rolling over, She curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

Sunday morning at 9AM:

Megan woke beside Bili. She looked over to the sleeping man. Somehow, she saw him differently this morning. For some reason he seemed larger and more powerful than he had been.

As she lay there, looking at him, the events from last night played through her head. She wondered why, after she had yelled at him and pushed him from her, he had not reacted more violently. It seemed odd that this man, who had forced her to endure his wants, had been so accepting of her anger since previous encounters had been reacted to with force and pain. Last night, however, he had simply allowed her to go to sleep.

She pondered this for quite awhile. Finally, impatient, she woke him up and began a long torrent of questions. When she was done, he merely said, "Because it was time for you, not time for me." Leaving her in more of a quandary than before.

After a long silence, he leaned over and kissed her on her lips. She shivered with his kiss wanting him more than she ever had.

As they made love, she felt the empty aching building up in her again. This time, she knew why. Her pride, however, was too great and she could not utter the words that she wanted to utter. She could not bring him the satisfaction of asking for what she needed to fulfill her wants. And so, she suffered through the pain of gentle lovemaking.

Shortly after breakfast she found that she missed the strange feeling of the plug inside of her. Too, she found herself wondering when he would abuse her, as he had the night before.

She was stopped mid-though when Bili began stroking her thigh. She looked over to him, wondering if it was to be the start of a brutal session of abuse. She found disappointment when he took her gently.

As he thrust into her sex she cried, realizing that she would be left unfulfilled until she asked for what she desired. She knew that he knew her predicament and that he was further torturing her. Still, she could not find it within herself to ask for what she needed. And so, she suffered again.

The day passed in relative quiet. They talked little. Several times he made love to her. Her only moments of semi-fulfillment were when she was made to swallow his seed. And, though he was not rough, it filled a portion of the void that she was suffering to fill.

Sunday Evening, around 6PM:

As she prepared to leave his house she was nearly in tears. She had expected so much and, yet, had known so little of what to expect.

Again, he showed her the chain that he said would make her his slave. This time, he told her that her decision was immanent and that she was to come back to him in a month and give him her answer.

Before her departure, he gave her a chaste kiss goodbye. Then, after a brief hug and "goodbye" she left.

When she pulled away from his home she began to wonder if she should go back to him at all. Then, she wondered if she could last a week away from him, let alone four weeks.

Bili Takes a Slave

 

Friday night, around 5:30 PM:

Megan pulled into his drive and shut off her car. For a long moment she sat, staring at his porch, wondering if she should go inside.

Her mind drifted to the events of the last few months. Most of the time she had spent with him had been painful. Still, she had never felt safer. That perplexed her. How could she suffer so much pain and feel so safe at the same time?

She thought about leaving. But then, her thoughts drifted to the emptiness that she had felt being away from him these last weeks. Finally, she left her car and walked to his door.

As before, the door was slightly ajar. She eased the door open and let herself inside. Once she past through the vestibule she saw him sitting in his easy chair, reading.

She stood for several minutes, unsure if she should announce herself. When she began to speak he put his book down and smiled at her.

“Are you ready, do you think, to forget yourself?” he asked. “Do you think that you can live for me, as I wish you to? Are you ready to be bound for the rest of your days?”

She nodded in affirmation, afraid of what she was committing to but unable to do otherwise. She started to say something but stopped, words escaping her.

“When you are done removing your clothes I want you to put the cuffs and collar on,” he said. “They are at your feet, in a box. There are some high-heeled shoes in the box, as well. Put them on. Then, I want you to get the locks from the box and apply them where necessary.”

She trembled as she removed her clothes. She was cold, despite the warmth of his home. For some reason she felt as though this were the first time she had been naked before him. Still, she did as he commanded.

After she was unclothed, she slipped the collar around her neck. Moving slowly, she began slipping the cuffs on her extremities. She felt a shiver as the final cuff slipped around her ankle.

Bending down, she pulled the shoes from the box. They were shiny and black with six-inch heels. She noted, as she slipped them on her feet, that they had a strap that wrapped around her ankle. The back of the strap had a metal coupling that was obviously intended to lock onto the cuffs.

Taking a deep breath, she retrieved the five locks that would close the door on her decision and imprison her within his life. She did not know why, but the order that she installed the locks was of utmost importance to her.

The first locks that she installed were to the cuffs at her wrists. Then, she kneeled down and began fastening the locks to the cuff on her ankles, making certain to lock her shoes in place.

Still kneeling, she began to fumble for the hasp that would take the final lock. Once found, she slipped the lock into it's place on her collar. For the next few moments she struggled with her decision. Did she really want this? Did she really want what he offered? And then, she heard the lock snap shut.

She stood up, tears forming in her eyes. Though she had willingly closed the lock, committing to her fate, she wanted to bolt to her car and speed away. Looking down, she saw her knees trembling and she thought she might crumble.

Bili stood and strode to her. He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. Then he guided her to his couch and sat her down, facing him. He was kneeling in front of her, whispering soft words of comfort.

When her composure returned he sat back in his easy chair. She jumped at his first words. “Megan, the chain that I wish to present you with is made from an expensive metal alloy” he began. “It is one of the hardest alloys science has yet to manufacture.”

He brought the chain into her view. Despite his claim for it's sturdiness, it was thin, appearing delicate and feminine. He leaned over to her and held it to her. She reached out to tough the cold links. Then, she hefted it and felt of its diminutive weight.

“Megan,” he continued, “ once you ask for the chain it will be a permanent part of your body and you will be unable to remove it without Herculean efforts. So, be certain that you want it.”

Then, as he took the chain from her grasp, he told her, “You will have to beg for this chain, Megan. Only then will you wear it.”

His last words lingering, he left for the bedroom, bidding she follow. Her head down, tears lingering in the corners of her eyes, she followed.

When she arrived in the bedroom he removed his clothing, immediately. At his command, she kneeled in front of him to take his flaccid cock into her mouth and began sucking him. She found herself reprimanded for her assumption. “When I tell you to suck, you suck” he told her. “When I tell you to take me into your mouth, that is all that you do.”

He stood over her for several minutes, his flaccid cock resting in her mouth. At long last he gave her permission to suck. Once satisfied with her sucking, he commanded she stop. Then, he pulled himself from her mouth and lay down on his bed, leaving her there, kneeling.

“Megan,” he said. “Megan, do you know what you need to achieve satisfaction?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Yes” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

He lay on his bed, watching her weep. She wanted him to comfort her, but he made no move to do so. She wanted to go to him and be held but was afraid to move, lest he scold her again.

Wiping her last tear from her face, she looked into his eyes. Then, suddenly ashamed, she lowered her head and spoke the words that she knew she must. “Bili, will you bring me pain?”

Bili spoke quietly. “If I do so, it will be as my slave” he told her. “Do you want to be my slave?”

She nodded in affirmation.

He spoke again, in a soft, gentle tone. “Then, you must ask me. But, you must ask me in terms that I will like. You must ask me in terms that I will accept. Otherwise, I will not take you as mine.”

She nodded, again. Then, after a brief pause, she said, “Bili, will you take me as your slave? Bili, will you bring me pain and make me suffer? Bili…please, may I wear your chain? Please, Bili, I beg you…take me as your property.”

Bili did not speak. Instead, he dressed, slowly. For a moment, she thought that he was not happy with what she had asked and she feared that she would be escorted to the door. Instead, he brought her to her feet and led her to the front room.

Friday night, around 11:30:

He made her kneel in front of his easy chair while he rummaged through a small box that was kept on top of his bookcase. From within the box he retrieved the final link to the chain.

“When I snap this together it will not reopen” he began. “This will make the chain a permanent fixture on your body. Do you still wish it to be?” Megan bit her lip, nodding in affirmation.

Bili presented the chain to her and commanded she wrap it around her waist. Then, reaching down, he hooked the link through the last links in the chain and snapped it together, permanently decorating her body.

Strangely excited, she began giggling like a schoolgirl after her first kiss. He pulled her to him, crushing her in his arms while she covered his face with kisses. Then they retired to the bedroom to devour each other with deep and passionate kisses.

Before long she was straddling him, pushing him into herself. His hands roamed her body and legs. She stopped momentarily and looked down at him. Then, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “I need more, Bili. Please, I need more.”

Instantly, his hand was in her hair, pulling her back and off of him. He rolled her to her belly and lifted her ass into the air. Pain coursed through her as he plunged his cock into her ass, bringing her first orgasm of the night.

For the remainder of the night, Bili fucked her ass and mouth, using her violently. Finally, exhausted, he exploded in her ass. She gave no thought to it when he commanded she clean his cock with her mouth. She was his.

Saturday morning, around 8AM:

Bili woke, holding her in his arms. The previous night seemed a blur to him. For so long, he had wanted Megan for his own, yet fate had never given her to him, until now. Only now, he had her, as he had never hoped to have her. She was his slave – willingly. And, he was determined to make the most of her.

Megan was awakened by the sound of clicking locks, as he attached her wrists to the front of the chain around her waist. When Bili saw that she was awake he made her stand beside the bed while he rummaged through his armoire.

Once he had found the item that he was searching for her turned around to show it to her. Her eyes grew wide when he displayed the plug to her. The plug was nearly as big around as his fist. She pleaded with him not to use it but it was little use. Almost before she knew what was happening she was bent over, accepting the painful intrusion.

She cried at the painful stretching of her ass as he pushed the huge plug into her. Just when it seemed to her that the plug would tear her ass apart, it was in.

When he went back to his armoire and retrieved a short leash with a snap-back fastener. This, he attached to the ring on her collar. Then, he led her to his garage.

Her immediate entrance to the garage brought fear to her. No longer did this feel like a lovers game, as it had last night. Now, she was terrified at what he would do to her. She did not protest, nor resist, however.

Almost immediate, upon their entry into the garage, he found a chair and, after placing it behind her, sat down. As soon as he was comfortably situated he had her kneel in front of him. Before long, he had braided her hair, entwining it with the, all too familiar, strap with the ring on the end.

Once her hair was braided he made her stand. And then, after hooking it to a length of chain above her, he triggered the pedal that began her assent. Before long, she was dangling by her hair and staring in the only direction that she could stair…down.

“You haven't said anything about my nifty new winch” he said to his slave. “I'll tell you how I did it. I had an old winch, from an old 1995 Chevy Blazer. I bolted that to the big beam, over your head. The pedal that I control it with was off of my old bass boat. It used to control the trolling motor. All I had to do was hook it up to a spare battery and…well, you see the results.”

He looked at her down turned face. Tears were in her eyes. “Before you answer my next question,” he said, “I want you think…search for your answer. I want the truth. I want you to know the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She answered in a soft trembling voice.

“How do you feel?”

Several moments passed. Bili waited nervously, their future, unbeknownst to her, hanging in the balance. Then, quietly, she began speaking.

“Frightened” she said. “Frightened, but safe. I feel excited and scared. Happy…I feel happy.”

Bili smiled, wiping a tear from his eye. “Good” he said.

He leaned down, tilting his head up to kiss her tear stained face. He flashed a smile at her, his hands finding soft purchase on her hips, squeezing them slightly.

“Are you ready for the rest of your life?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

She screamed long into the night.

~ End ~

Thank you to everyone who commented on this story, encouraging me to follow it through to the end. Your words of support aided me greatly, knowing that I had readership wanting to see more of Bili and Megan.

H Dean