John was nice. Kind. A good listener.
His post said he was a top. I told him all my crazy, perverted fantasies. I'm middle aged and have not tried much of this at all. I've hidden my perverted desires my whole life. Anyone else like that????
I brought a pink skirt and a top that a teenage girl would wear to her first dance. Knee high socks and pink tennis shoes. I slicked my hair back and put on some pink lip gloss. When I opened the door to let him in, he greeted me with a smile. Still being very kind. In his hands were a duffle bag which he dropped on the floor, and a thick, heavy leather studded dog collar. As soon as the door closed behind him, he leaned in close, kissed me on the cheek, slipping and buckling the dog collar around my neck, and said: "You look awesome, sweetie. I'm going to the fuck the shit out of you today, you slut bitch."
I got hard in my tight little pink frilly panties.
"Kneel on the floor, bitch." He ordered. I quickly obeyed.
Inside the duffle bag were more leather items. Thick leather hand and ankle cuffs. He quickly and expertly buckled them on me.
"Good little bitch. Stay still for me. You like it when you're bound and helpless, don't you, you slut?"
I wasn't really sure if I did. Even though I've dreamed of it forever. I shyly nodded.
My hands were cuffed tightly together in front of me. While attaching the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, he didn't mind grabbing and groping me. He grabbed me in all the places one should not be grabbed. With one hand on the back of my head, holding my head back with my hair, and the other hand with probing fingers was pushing up between my ass cheeks, I let out an "Oh fuck, John!"
"Yeah. 'Oh fuck' is right, you cunt."
The moment overtook me. I was in a bit of a daze. Not sure what to think, or do, or say. Was this actually happening? He led me down the hall to my bedroom. I followed without even a second thought. What the fuck? Once in the bedroom, with the door closed, and me kneeling on the floor. It began. He buckled the cuffs putting me in a helpless position. My wrists and ankles both cuffed together. I could barely stay upright. I was feeling a bit apprehensive. "Maybe we can take this a bit slower?"
"No, but let's keep you quiet for a while, bitch."
He went to his duffle bag again. I'd never seen a more terrifying mouth gag in my life! And I've seen a lot them on porn shopping and bondage sites. This was a panel gag. A large leather square panel with two wide straps used to wrap around the victims head to hold it tightly place covering most of the lower part of the face from below the nose to the chin. A tight little chin strap keeps it from sliding up. The terrifying part was the mouth piece attached to the inside of the panel. Hanging from the inside area was a extra fat, purple veined rubber dildo. When i say extra fat, I mean it. It was as big around as a can of beer. And about as long, too. It had bulging red and purple veins all up and down the girth of it. Half way up the gross, nasty shaft was a big bulge the size of a tennis ball. The tip was pointed, looking like it might be just right to easily force open a reluctant mouth, or worse yet, a tight virgin butt hole like mine.
John must have seen my eyes widen when I realized what was in front of my face. he just laughed. "You're going to make some pretty great pathetic sounds with this in your slutty mouth, fucker."
Before I could say "Fuck you!" It was in my mouth. He pushed until I couldn't stop it's intrusion. It slid deep inside my sloppy, drooling mouth. Spreading my lips and opening my jaw as far as I think it's ever been opened. The soft silicone cock wiggled and smooshed as it filled my reluctant mouth. The fat bulge in the middle puffed my cheeks out. The straps were tightened behind my head and the chin strap adjusted very snug as well. The thick leather panel was pressing firmly against my warm, nervous skin. It was squeezing against my cheeks, but the thick rubber cock was pushing them out. I looked around my room. No one was coming to save me. The stranger was looking through his bag and poking around my room. All I could do was kneel there in the middle of my bedroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror. I'm dressed like a faggot, cuffed and helpless. Gagged so fucking tight no one would ever hear me crying for help, or mercy.
I was fucked.
