FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
by prof_master
One.
Getting a Clue.
I PULL MY TOYOTA TUNDRA INTO THE DRIVEWAY of Mimi P.’s cute, suburban tract house outdoors Las Vegas. Get out and go round to the camper shell in again and open the tailgate. I pull out my duffel bag – filled with instruments and toys of abduction and torment – which I am certain she’ll mistake for my stay-over baggage. She must be just a little extra observant, although, she may decide up hints. So clueless, my ditzy slut Mimi.
Heading to the entrance door, I smile to myself. I am gonna benefit from that. My good friend within the desert thinks she’s internet hosting me a few days in the course of the Vegas layover of my highway journey – as in, friend-zone hospitality, not friends-with-benefits hospitality.
In spite of everything, I am married, proper? Forbidden fruit.
Marital constancy. That was the sturdy undertone, anyway, in our texts and emails main as much as this go to. All the time mentioning The Spouse. However then dropping the odd, titillating trace or two, right here or there. Like, asking about her masturbation, say, or pussy-grooming. Like, sidelong references to our previous, now-curtailed on-line sub-training. Teases actually, but when she picked it up and tried to tease it again, I might ghost the entire matter. Gaslight her.
Like, txt me a pic of ur legs. This was two days in the past. She complied: Black nylon thigh-highs, slut-heel pumps. That was asking for it, I assumed, however did not write. As an alternative, Put on that for my arrival. She replied with an enthusiastic emoji and, Sure Sir! Adopted by, And?? Once more I ghosted her.
Mimi turned to my Vegas plans over my keep. I advised I had plans for us – A shock, was all I might let on. Hinting about possibly one thing on the Strip. However considering to myself, that is what I am gonna do to you…Then I gaslit her once more when she tried to ask extra… leaving all the things ambiguous…
That was by design. Maintain her guessing… hoping, possibly…
… on edge.
All she is aware of to anticipate is, ‘be dressed to exit’ once I arrive, ‘cute, however slutty…’ She did.
“Good day, Sir!” she greets me on the door.
The ‘cute’ half is up prime, a pink cotton, blue polka-dotted shirt – tight sufficient, although, to flatter herr full, pure bust, with a V-neck scooping low sufficient to exhibit her beneficiant cleavage. Blue cotton skirt. And as directed, the black nylons and pumps. Good woman. Hah, the ‘slutty’ half, I see, is generally waist down – type of such as you, hmm? No, that is not fairly proper. The sluttiest half is up prime, Mimi P., in your head.
“Hello!” I reply, pulling her in for a hug. I do not anticipate her to provoke that, so I remove the guesswork. A fast, moist smacker on the lips, in addition, which additionally throws her off.
I pull again, taking a look at her. “So nice to see you, Mimi. You look implausible.”
Her face, barely flushed after the hug and kiss, lights up on the praise. Shy as she is, although, her eyes dance away – and fall on my duffel bag. No expression.
No clue.
Her smile is brilliant, her face is fairly. I wasn’t mendacity, she appears to be like nice. Particularly after the load she dropped since I noticed her final, right here in Vegas about ten years in the past, and her dedication to the fitness center. I like the best way she’s styled her quick, bob-cut hair, recolored to match the copper-red it was once we first met. Plus, her make-up, understated, tasteful. I catch a whiff of fragrance too, savory – as if she’s attempting to ship a slightly spicy message to my crotch space. Cannot blame a woman for hoping. All collectively, a fairly bundle: wanting each bit the deliciously curvy, mature submissive slut that she was.
“Are available, Sir,” she presents perkily.
Sir. Just like the lingerie, I might requested for that too. Once more, Mimi, the clues…
She ushers me inside, main me into the brilliant, ethereal open-concept house – dwelling space to the proper, kitchen off to the left. I’m watching her stroll. Candy, compact ass. Her legs look nice, too, the swimming has finished a pleasant job on her calves.
Precisely as marketed, slut, whenever you texted me ur legs…
The best way the hose match, seams straight up the again, tells me there’s most likely some lacy garter motion beneath. Panties, or no?
She chats breezily whereas she walks, “I boarded my infants, such as you informed me.”
“I seen. When are you supposed to return for them?”
“Tuesday morning.”
I mutter beneath my breath, I must be finished with you by then.
“What?”
She appears to be like again, uncertain if I mentioned one thing, however I shake my head. “I admire it. The artwork class?”
“Cancelled.”
“And you do not thoughts skipping the fitness center for a few days?”
“No, Sir, I do not thoughts.”
“Good.” Then suggestively, “Cleared your schedule for me, I see?”
Her tone is just a little plaintive. “It was so laborious to pin you down on what you wished to do, Sir, I simply needed to, -“
“Don’t fret, I’ve plans for you,” I clear my throat, “for us. It’s going to be a shock. Anyway, I do not wish to impose, you may have me out of your hair quickly sufficient. I’ve to be in Reno in a couple of days, meet up with The Spouse.”
“Talking of that,” Mimi purrs again over her shoulder, asking impishly, “you are certain she does not thoughts you checking in on an outdated flame?”
“Nah, she’s cool. She’s received each purpose to really feel… safe in our relationship.”
Mimi pauses at bend of the counter that marks the kitchen house, wanting again at me with a realizing smile. “Ah… you are devoted.”
Hmm, so fucking blunt. No means that I will reply that one immediately. Smiling innocently, I say, “The Spouse accepts that I’ve my very own life other than her, the place I get to do issues she does not love to do.”
Mimi nods, face reddening once more, too shy to observe up on the insinuation. As soon as once more, Mimi and her feeble grasp of the hints …Getting a clue but, slut?
She has moved behind the range, the place she has a meal within the works. So thoughtful. It is mid-afternoon, so it is a late lunch. I observe her into the kitchen house, leaning my ass towards the counter. I see there is a completed salad on the counter, and one thing Mexican-looking in a pan on the range, beans, cheese and scrambled eggs. On the opposite facet, fabric placemats, white linen napkins, silverware able to go to the eating desk as soon as the entrée is completed.
It is a cheery, peaceable scene. Mimi’s physique language, although, tells me she’s just a little flustered. Her face from the facet nonetheless appears to be like flushed. Good. I am not going to let that stress ease.
“You recognize, you by no means requested me a lot of something about The Spouse. Prefer it’s taboo for some purpose, that topic – in your thoughts anyway.”
Quietly, I put my duffel down on the ground. Her again to me, I unzip it and fish out {the handcuffs}. These I put within the again pocket of my denims. “Nevertheless it’s not, it by no means was -“
She replies timidly over her shoulder, “Effectively, I simply did not wish to -“
“Shush,” I say, “do not interrupt. Since you have all the time wished to know… she is my submissive. All the time has been.”
Mimi nods her head down towards the range, stirring, saying nothing. Good slut. Simply pay attention.
My tone is maintaining it gentle, although, acquainted, not horny. “We first met within the kinky personals – thirty years in the past, again within the days you learn them in a newspaper and replied to a P.O. field,” I snigger.
“However anyway, yeah, she’s my sex-slave. Over time, I’ve skilled her expertly easy methods to please my eyes and my flesh in all my favourite methods…
“You recognize… good fucktoy, sucktoy… bondage doll… collared housepet, studying fairly little submissive poses for me, and the like… Haha, I believe I do know you nicely sufficient, Mimi – you would not take pleasure in all of the slave-training, housepet stuff, hmm?”
“No, Sir,” she replies, her voice bone-dry, barely audible. The palms working over the pan are stiff and skittish. “You are most likely proper about me.”
I begin shifting nearer.
“I do not wanna get all T.M.I. about it, although. ” I chuckle, “Do you thoughts me telling you this?”
Her shoulders calm down just a little. She laughs, clearly deflecting, “Hmm, ought to I meet her?”
“I dunno, possibly,” I say.
She turns to small speak. “How was your drive? You should be ravenous.”
“Not all,” I reply. I are available nearer, leering down her cleavage whereas she works.
“I ate a pair hours in the past on the highway. Good little diner alongside Route 15…” I twist the knife, “Nation biscuits and gravy.”
She turns to me, eyes filled with damage and shock. “I informed you I used to be making lunch.”
“Oh. You should be hungry, then.”
“Famished,” she pouts. “I saved up my urge for food for this. I even skipped breakfast, I used to be so nerv -“
“Good.”
“Sir -“
My eyes meet hers coldly, “Good. I would like you hungry.”
Her jaw drops and her mouth works, attempting to answer…
However I shut that proper down.
First, I seize her by the hair. Then I ship the final clue – one which even probably the most clueless could not probably mistake – with the flat of my hand.
*SMAK!* —
Two.
Shocked.
Mimi P.
— *SMAK!* —
My entire face feels prefer it’s on hearth.
However that is not simply the shock and sting of his hand on the surface, it is the outrage I really feel inside. A bitch-slap – am I your bitch? The unfairness of it.
>> u know what is perhaps the worst torture of all 4 u?
It was the very last thing Sir texted me, earlier than ghosting me for the ultimate time, a day and a half earlier than he confirmed up on my doorstep.
>> I will not play truthful
That gave me shivers on the time. I truly virtually texted that again, *shivers. However in the intervening time, I could not reply as a result of I used to be beneath his ‘voice-discipline.’
That I am so dangerous at, I am informed. It is true, I hate grammar. I do not like slave-syntax, formalities, studying guidelines and maintaining observe of coaching numbers, self-discipline, poses, pet stuff, and being left alone as a type of punishment. I am extra of a shut-my-mouth, tie-me-up-and-spank-my-ass, fuck-me-spread-eagled-face-down-on-the-bed type of woman.
You recognize. A rape-toy.
I imply, if I needed to put it on a resumé, technically it is: bondage-slut, humiliation-whore, fucktoy-suckslut-anal-enthusiast, low paintoy ranking, however with room to develop in that division – and “struggler” with an overactive, overheated ‘kidnapped-bondage-rape’ fantasy.
However sufficient about me. Simply kidding. It is all about me. That is perhaps a part of the issue.
Sir is correct about me, by the best way, I’ve an overdeveloped sense of equity. If I do not suppose I deserve one thing – or I deserve it, and I do not get it – I insurgent. I do not behave, and I do not obey. I can go from shamelessly immoral to morally outraged in seconds flat. It goes means again with me. One thing anti-authoritarian in my upbringing, I do not know. No matter it’s, it is holding me again as a sub.
So is my mouth.
“Lippy” – that was a nickname somebody gave me as soon as. Not a Dom, sadly, a coworker – and coming from him, it wasn’t the least horny. Sassy was one thing I heard from a Grasp as soon as, however he was amused, and did not punish me for it. He requested me if I used to be a SAM – smart-ass masochist – and I needed to reply him truthfully that I wasn’t a lot of a masochist.
However I want I used to be.
I would like punishment. That is Grasp Daniel’s evaluation of me. But in addition, the deal we made – Sadist to aspiring masochist – discover out what sort of latent masochist paintoy I actually have inside me – or not.
>> however both one, we’ll discover out the laborious means
>> *shivers
The laborious means. I attempted to organize myself for that, main as much as as we speak, as greatest I may.
And take into accout, I did that despite the fact that he gave me no fucking concept whether or not or not we might play – or if it was going to be one other enjoyable and flirty night time out on the Strip, unconsummated, like we had ten years in the past. Whether or not or not he ever strayed from The Spouse…. Thoughts-fuck, yeah I get it now, Grasp… The purpose is, I needed to be prepared for something – even when the pay-out was nothing.
I received my physique prepared. That was the the one factor I knew easy methods to do, had any sense of data and competence about. I labored out additional laborious on the fitness center, stretching and strengthening, make myself as limber as I may (yum, I hoped he’d tie my elbows tight behind me, I like what that does for my tits). I felt I ought to enhance my gag reflex, so I frolicked with the toys, practising (*gulg*gulg*gulg*).
I took his suggestion to get some thrift-store garments I would not thoughts seeing destroyed (yum, tear it off me, Sir!). Good threads, although, fairly modern for stepping out – although I am going to admit, the nylons and garters, even second-hand these did not come low-cost. I practiced strolling in increased heels than I am used to. I practiced flogging my tits and my pussy, attempting to make it tougher than I may stand. Did I point out, I labored on my gag reflex?
Oh, and I received myself totally cleaned and groomed, inside and outside, the morning I anticipated Grasp Daniel’s arrival. Which is why, by the best way, I have not eaten all day…
That was the straightforward half, like I mentioned, the physique. The thoughts – to not point out the feelings – that was uncharted territory for me. I reread the file of our on-line slave-training – which I admit, did not actually maintain my consideration as intently because it ought to have, it was virtually type of boring. So yeah, I may’ve been a greater scholar – however that is why you retain notes, so you possibly can cram for the finals.
I centered on the teachings about (duh!) worry and ache.
How to deal with each. His classes about calm down -into, breathe-through, and so on. and so on. – the sensible stuff, yeah, however my curiosity was extra the psychological stuff. How a lot of ache is worry, and the way worry is within the head, and the way each might be managed by will and focus.
Eroticizing torture, giving your physique over to Grasp’s cruelties, taking pleasure in that, getting off on being his helpless plaything.
It was actually good recommendation, all of it. The difficulty was, it was type of summary for me. Actually summary, to inform the reality. I am extra of a hands-on learner.
However, fuck it, I’ve by no means had palms on me like his earlier than.
My level is, for a Sadist like Grasp Daniel, you possibly can solely put together a lot. Apply makes good, and the proof is within the pudding: No dildo on earth goes to problem your gag reflex like a sizzling cock that provides you no alternative. I can solely whip myself so laborious. I can placed on garments that that I’m ready to see destroyed.
I simply do not know if I am ready to be destroyed.
The final means I received myself prepared for was by reminding myself – I’m by no means gonna be prepared for all the things this Grasp has to throw at me.
I used to be proper about that.
My first ‘overpowering’ scene, already in progress:
The bitch-slaps are shockingly surprising, merciless, humiliating, extra forceful and violent than I would like.
However that was our deal. Take me captive, have your means with me, make it tough, play alongside the sides of my limits. Whether or not I prefer it or not – I’ve no say, no management. Take my management, render me helpless, and make me undergo. See how a lot I can take – then give me extra.
Most of all, make me consider I am at really, fully at your mercy…
… however give me none.
Shit. Am I prepared for that?
Seems like a slutty, cocky, thrilling factor to say whenever you’re jilling-off or flirting by way of textual content. However Mike Tyson put it greatest. ‘All people’s received a plan till you get punched within the mouth.’
Or slapped within the face.
— *SMAK!* —
Three.
Overpowered.
— *SMAK!*
The 4 wallops I lay throughout her face are simply laborious sufficient to go away her shocked and dazed, however no tougher. Once I cease, her face is beet-red, hand-printed, her eyes are vast with damage and bewilderment, and her mouth is open, lips quivering.
Shocked, she is immobile as I let go of her hair and grip her throat, squeezing. Instinctively, her palms shoot as much as seize at my wrist. My different hand snakes out and ratchets the handcuff onto her left wrist.
Roughly, I spin her round, going through the counter, lurching her off-balance as I yank the cuffed hand behind her. I preserve my grip tight on her throat and I twist her arm up behind her to point out who has all of the leverage.
“Nnnghh-no-!” she blurts, her voice choking on the brutal rip of with my hand on her throat.
“Not a phrase. Shut off the range.” She obeys the primary two instructions so meekly, I give her a 3rd,
“Open up.”
From the place-settings, I seize one of many linen napkins, attain round and jam the folded fabric between her open lips. Mmm-nnghh!
She offers a muffled squeal in response, biting down on the material. I maintain it there whereas she yaps and bleats into the gag. Her free hand rises to my wrist… however simply hangs there, limp, finger loosely holding me. Not resisting me.
Leaning in near her ear, I clarify, “That is a favor, bitch, that gag. You will thank me for it. You had been nearly to talk out of flip – weren’t you? – and that will’ve made me need to damage you. So I nipped that within the bud. You are welcome.”
She nods, mewling desperately.
“Now… give me your different hand.”
She hesitates, freezing up tit to toe. I do know she desires wished to obey, most of her, anyway. What’s a fantasy-rape scene, in any case, if the palms aren’t helpless?
However she falters, and I see why. It is as a result of she is aware of, as soon as she offers up that hand, she offers up all management over what occurs, what I do to her, subsequent. Oh, she’s proper to hesitate…
Simply the identical, ultimately, she strikes her trembling hand off my wrist…
…and compliantly, she surrenders it behind her again.
*click on.*
Mine, I smile. My captive.
To be continued…