Chapter 5: Shock and Surprise
The rope and my
thighs, both were indeed wet. He saw this and remarked matter-of-factly, “So..you are really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
All I could
reply with was an embarrassed “mmmmm.”
The spanking
continued first with his hands, and then with his TT bat. The bat struck me at
random, everywhere from my butt cheeks to my thighs. Between that he would
pinch my butt cheeks now and then, making me squeal aloud. When he finally he
came to the front I could see his erection. All the smacks and slaps had turned
him on too. I wanted to ask if he could allow me to spank him now, but resisted
the temptation. The short relief, made me realize that my ass was literally on
fire. It must have been red by now, and I was surely going to regret all of
this when I had to sit down later.
There was
certain desperation in his actions. I hadn’t noticed it before, but during the
day while we were lazing around watching movies in his room, even then he
seemed quite anxious. Like always, we were on his bed (completely dressed) ,
watching one of our favorite movies, and then some
episodes from Friends that I loved. While all my concentration was on the
screen, his was on me. He always held me close to him, but this time, after
every few minutes his hands would slip under my t-shirt and reach my breasts
caressing them, or he would take my hand and kiss it. When a romantic scene
came up in the movie he hit the pause button and started kissing my lips. At
first I resisted as usual, but then gave in. It was one long French kiss, and
both of us were completely lost in it. Though, I had to scold him when he tried
to put his hand under my track pants. And even to that he reacted by pinching
my butt. Normally, all this could have waited till the night. But now is was
clear -in his mind he had some sort of list of all the things he wanted to do
to me; or with me. And these 24 hours were his opportunity to do so.
My head hung
low and I felt exhausted. If this is all that he wanted, he should have just
asked it upfront : “You cheated on me and now you have agreed to be punished.
In next few hours, you will have to sit and watch as I make out with other
woman. And then you will have to let me spank you hard. Only then I can forget
what you have done.”
Obviously, in
retrospect, I would have laughed at a statement like that, but if he had tried
hard enough and made me feel guilty with all his lovey-dovey talk, I would have
eventually agreed. I could take on all that and spanking as a punishment. But
this humiliation of being tied and gagged, the feeling of helplessness, and not
being in control was infuriating. He knew well that I loved power-play but
hated the kinky stuff, and he should have remembered this. I would have given
him what he wanted, but it should have been my CHOICE. I was his girlfriend,
not his toy.
But for him
that seemed irrelevant. Suddenly my left nipple was pinched. I looked sideways
to find him standing right next to me, with his pants and boxers pulled down
and his hard cock pointed right at my face. I had seen, touched and caressed
his tool many times before, but it had never been pointed right in my face like
a fucking gun. I was shocked. Crap! What the fuck did he expect from me?
Looking above,
I could see that it was 3am in the morning. It was a Friday and Diwali now. A
day when people spend quality time together, burst fireworks and go shopping or
visit their relatives. For the first time we were going to have 4 days
together. Thursday to Sunday and there was so much I had planned on doing this
Diwali. Before this hell-ride started we had been planning to go out for
shopping. Every time, I visited his city this is what we did. It was a routine
we loved. At least I did, and he was kind and patient enough to tag along and
help me with the choice-making. He knew me really well, and the shopping had
always been a grand success. My apparel always impressed everyone at work.
Obviously, I had helped him too on several occasions.
Once we had
spent 6 hours in selecting a classy suit for him for a wedding he planned to
attend. The trip generally involved shopping, then having a cheesy pizza for
lunch – because I simple adored cheese; followed by a movie. This weekend, a
dance movie for which I had waited since long had been released. We had decided
to watch it and then later stop at his favorite bar
for a couple of beers and a quick bite. It was an ideal way to spend a weekend
- the perfect therapy that my tired brain and body needed since almost two
months. But when I looked at his dick pointing at my face, I could see that my
plans for the ideal day were going to be flushed down the toilet.
The signal was crystal
clear. He expected oral sex. It had been demanded countless times before and
every time I had firmly refused. I found it unhygienic and disgusting, while he
justified it as amazing and completely safe. I knew my refusals frustrated him.
Not being allowed to have sex made sense to him, since I didn’t intend to lose
my virginity before getting married. More importantly, I was terrified of the
pain it would cause on first insertion. He knew this and understood it. But my
apprehensions about oral sex seemed illogical to him. I had never agreed before
and I was not going to agree now.
So when he
untied the scarf from my mouth and moved forward, I simply looked away and
barked “No!”.
As expected,
the reply was, “You had agreed to do as I asked, now there is no going back. Do
it!”
I had half a
mind to take his cock in my mouth and bite it hard just to teach him a lesson.
Instead of being satisfied that the spanking had turned both of us on, he just
wanted more. Why did he have to push my limits? I was turned on, and at this
point if he had untied me and taken me to the bed, I would have given him the
best kiss of his life. Probably after some convincing I might have broken the
no-sexbefore-marriage rule as well. But no. I felt
really angry and looking back at him, I spit on his crotch. Bad idea! The hulk
expression was back as he walked to the corner and drew out a brown box from
his bag. He opened the box and took something out of it.
I couldn’t see
what it was but from the smirk on his face I was sure that I would hate it.
“You shouldn’t have done that. Now I will have to make you regret it”, he barked.
He came and
stood right in front of me, his cock a few inches from my eyes. And then I saw
it in his hand – another kinky item from the Pandora’s box. It was big black
ring covered with some soft shining material that seemed like leather or
rubber. On both sides of the ring, leather straps were attached which ended up
in buckles. Before I could process what I was seeing, he yanked my hair and
pulled my face upwards. I screamed from pain and tried to shift backwards, but
the rope held my chest firmly to the table. I had almost forgotten the rope
biting at my crotch and encircling my chest, in the face of this new threat. My
mouth was all he needed to insert the ring behind me teeth. He pushed my jaw
with one hand and inserted the ring behind my teeth with the other.
First I felt
that soft material behind my upper teeth and then as the lower part was
inserted in, I felt it digging into my lower gums. Only the padding was soft,
but the ring itself seemed to be made up of hard metal. I bit down, hoping that
it would bend a little, but the ring held my mouth wide open. He took the
straps behind my head - a jolt and pull at the ring confirmed that he had just
buckled the straps right above my neck. He let go of my hair and I immediately
looked down to give rest to my strained neck. As drool trickled down from my
mouth, I finally became aware that I was gagged again, but this time no tape or
cloth covered my lips. My mouth was forced open and exposed to him and his wild
desires. I voiced out my protests, but they came out as gurgles. I just kept
trying to dislodge with my tongue, which made even more noises of “aahah hhuhh ahhh
uh uhh.”
He stood
stroking his dick with his left hand, apparently even more turned on due to the
new gag I wore and the sounds I made. The erection now pointed right at my
mouth, waiting for me to accept it. He took pride in how huge his dick was. I
noticed that he had shaved off all his pubic hair and his testicles seemed neat
in some weird way. Was this planned too? Even my vagina was not so clean. I
waxed all over my arms and legs, but never touched my pubic hair. It was a
short growth, and did not hamper in cleaning activities. I had no intention to
put a razor down there because I feared I would cut myself. And waxing in such
a sensitive area was not an option.
“Forget
everything and just feel it. Touch it with the tip of your tongue”, he
commanded sternly.
I looked up at
the man who had forced me into this position and now was instructing me on how
to suck his cock. Wow! I had to admit, the way he had tied me, he had complete
access to my vagina, my butt hole and my mouth. I was stupid if I thought that
he was going to stop at oral sex. This guy standing in front of me with his
dick in his hands was not my boyfriend. He looked like a possessed man driven
by his wild agenda. It wouldn’t be a surprise if after making me suck him; he
went behind me and first fucked my vagina and then my ass. Why would he give a
damn about my virginity or my pain?
Would he care
about how much I hated the idea of anal sex? Men had their penis, and we women
had our vagina. Wasn’t one hole enough? Why did they have to put their penis
into every hole in our body. Go ahead. Fuck my mouth, vagina, butt-hole, and
don’t stop at that, fuck my nose, ears and the small hole from where I pee,
fuck that too. Bloody bastard!
He advanced
further and his dick entered my mouth. The first point of contact was the
tongue. He had inserted just the tip of his penis, and it had touched the tip
of tongue.
“Lick”, he
commanded as if I was a programmed robot, and I involuntarily moved my tongue
around it touching it at several places. Oh, that felt like an advanced level
of French kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a dampness in my crotch
again.
Seriously? Was
I going to be turned on by this disgusting act? He pushed forward and I drew
back my tongue trying keep it close to the tip of penis. And then it started.
He yanked my hair, and pushed all in. The tip touched my throat and once again
the gag reflex kicked in. He massaged my throat from outside and waited for me
to recover. His testicles were brushing past my lips and I could smell
testosterone. The smell, the touch and the dampness, made me forget everything
else and I tried to close my lips around his dick. Although the ring held my
teeth apart, I could still stretch my lips and close them around his hard cock.
This just turned his cock turn even harder, and he started thrusting back and
forth.
My whole face
moved at the rhythm of his pelvis as he drove deep into me. But what was I
supposed to do next? I had no idea, even theoretically, about the tricks of
giving a blowjob. Reading about that part I had always willingly ignored. He let
go of my hair, and started inserted his hands between the table and my chest.
As soon as his cold hands touched my breasts, I felt a weird sensation go
through me. The thrusts continued as he pinched my nipples and fondled my
breasts. This wasn’t the first time when he had touched me there, but it
definitely felt different. Every time he pinched my nipples I sucked in. And
every time he pressed my boobs I lifted my tongue. I had actually turned into a
female sex-bot. It was an auto-reflex action but it seemed to work, because I
felt some liquid in my mouth and it was not my saliva.
He withdrew his
left hand from my breast, and pinched my nose. This was the third time he had
done this today, and every time it worked. I couldn’t breathe so I tried to
suck air through my mouth, and unknowingly I ended up sucking drops of his
semen. It tasted yuck and smelled of manhood. The thrusts, groping ,
nose-pinching and sucking continued in tandem as he gradually built up the
speed. I was getting excited too and held on to his dick with my lips sucking
in whatever he unloaded.
Suddenly he
stopped, his dick became harder and was throbbing like it had a heart of its
own, he pinched my nose again, and that is when I felt a large quantity of hot,
thick fluid at the back of my mouth. He reached the point of orgasm, and cummed into my mouth, unloading so much that my mouth could
hardly take it. I swallowed as much as I could, but as soon as he released my
nose, I coughed up and streams of semen squirted out of my wide-open mouth.
Now, this had reached disgusting and the taste on my tongue felt unbearably
repulsive, and so did the odor that invaded my
nostrils. He withdrew his dick and took a few steps back.
I was
recovering from shortness of breath when he walked off, came back with his
phone, and took a picture of me. Shit! How dare he? He even had the audacity to
show it to me. As the screen turned towards me, I was shocked to see the
picture. It was different from what I had imagined I might be looking like. My
naked back and tip of butt could be seen, along with the crotch rope between my
butt cheeks, my legs uselessly pushed against the floor, and the face – strands
of hair fell on my face, the black ring was visible behind my white teeth, my
lips made an O shape, and semen dripped onto my chin, while the straps dug into
my cheeks. It was so pathetic, I had to look away. This was the worst moment in
the day so far.
“You enjoyed
it, didn’t you?”, he asked. I had no answer.
Surprisingly,
it was precisely a state of mixed feelings. I wished he hadn’t shown me the
pic, maybe then I could have admitted to myself that somewhere the wild part
inside me enjoyed the experience. But now, I wasn’t sure. I felt humiliated and
abused. It felt like I wasn’t his girlfriend, but just another hole, which he
had used to masturbate.
I stared
blankly at him. He probably understood my confused state and responded : “You
did quite well, for a first-timer. I wish I could teach you more.”
Most of things
he was saying today didn’t make sense. Since morning there was a feeling
hanging in the air that this was our last weekend together. Had he already
decided to break up with me? Either way, after this humiliation, I was
definitely going to break up with him. Since this was India, I had to worry
about people, parents, their reputation and social standing. If we were in
United States or some faraway place, I would have definitely filed a police
complaint against him, just to teach him a lesson. Once again, I had gone down
a pointless train of thought, while absent mindedly
staring at the cum soaked floor below me.
Just at that
moment he came back with my white panties in his hands. He used them to wipe
his cock and then wiped my chin and lips with it. And then he effortlessly
stuffed them into my open mouth. I could not help but notice how methodically
he did it. Starting with wadding up a small portion that was wet, then putting
it in my mouth and then gradually inserting the left over portion in both side
of my cheeks – and thus he had made sure that the whole panty was inside, and
not even a bit was left protruding out. My jaw already ached from being
stretched open like that for such a long time.
Panties? Again?
First, soaked with that woman’s juices. And now my own favorite
underwear soaked in his semen. Didn’t he have a cloth rag or a handkerchief.
What was this obsession with underwear? But I knew the answer already. Wet,
soiled underwear was definitely 10 times more humiliating than a random piece
of cloth. It seemed like he was having fun now, because he clicked another
picture and showed it to me. Yeah yeah, pink lips,
outline of black ring beneath them, a couple of teeth visible, mouth gaping
open, and white soft cloth stuffed in it… Quite colorful,
indeed. Great!
“You do look
sexy, I must admit”, he remarked casually. There I had received my answer.
Thank you, you moron!
He wore his
shorts again, poured himself a glass of vodka, lighted a cigarette, and walked
around in the room. The forced blowjob had definitely calmed him down.
He started
talking, “Now do you get it? This humiliation, this helplessness- this was to
show you that you don’t own me. You cannot just go around taking your boyfriend
for granted. I am your BF damn it and I have some rights, some expectations.
You cannot just keep on insulting people, treating them like trash. You don’t
appreciate the things I do for you, fine. I don’t want that. You are always
demeaning and condescending. Fine, that’s who you are. But after putting up
with all that, your tantrums, your bickering, your mood-swings, you go ahead
and reward me by cheating on me, and that too with my best friend? How does it
feel now? I felt exactly the same way - humiliated, insulted, used, abused,
helpless and exhausted.”
And I admitted
to myself, that he was right in some ways. Only difference what I was going
through, was physical as well as emotional pain. Whereas he had been on the
receiving end of emotional pain for the past few months. I often used
condescending tones, scolded him on every small thing, never really appreciated
all the little things he did for me, and often did whatever came to my mind
before giving a thought about his opinions. That was correct!
He came back to
me and unbuckled the straps, pulled out the panties, and gently took out the
ring. While unbuckling the straps he again broke a few strands of my hair which
pissed me off all over again.
So, when he
asked, “Do you understand? Is there anything you want to say?”; I just blurted
out “Fuck You!”.
Another wrong
choice.
His expression
changed once again and all he said was : “Fine, so be it.” He pressed my
jawbone, stuffed the panties back in my mouth, ripped off a strip of his ever favorite duct tape and plastered it over my lips. And I was
back to square one.
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