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I had never really been "into" the bondage scene, it was something of a minor fantasy, one a very good friend and I had talked about, but had never really acted on.  I had always assumed that it would remain a fantasy…for both of us.  We weren't sexual together, but we often talked about sex, our love lives, our secret fantasies.  Sure, we'd messed around with each other, a little oral stimulation and mutual masturbation, but never anything more than that.  But, on the night of my thirtieth birthday, that was going to change.

I came home from work and there was a message on the machine, saying that he was coming over to take me out to dinner.  I changed into my swim suit and went out to the pool for a quick dip, then showered and dressed.  Jeans and a plain white t-shirt, over plain white panties and a bra.  Our idea of dinner out had always been McDonalds or Denny's.  He showed up, similarly attired and wearing a wicked little grin.  "I've got a birthday present for you that you'll never forget."  he whispered into my ear as he hugged me.  I should have known right then that something was definitely up.

He surprised me a little, by taking me to this little bar and grill that played some wild music and served great burgers and micro-brewed beers.  I drank a little bit more than usual, after all it isn't everyday that you turn thirty.  I guess he intended that as well.  We made the usual small talk, about the people in our lives, about work.  Then, as we rose to leave, he handed me a box.  "Wait till we're in the car."  he said.

In the car, my attention was on the box, not where we were headed.  I unwrapped it and opened it slowly, never sure what to expect with him.  Inside was a pair of handcuffs, and a very fat dildo.  I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled devilishly.  "Tonight, my dear we both get a present.  You are mine."  With that he lifted the hand cuffs and snapped one around my wrist and the other to his.  I had had just enough beer to find this amusing, and be willing to see where it would lead.

A few minutes later we pulled into his driveway and into the garage.  As the garage door closed behind us, he opened the door and got out.  I was forced to crawl across the seat to get out.  He led me by the cuffed hand into the house and through the kitchen to a door which I knew led to his basement.  Down the stairs and into a rec room unlike any I had ever seen.

The floor was covered in thick carpeting, except in three places along the walls where a small semi-circle of bare concrete sat under odd looking chains and leather pieces.  A bench that looked like it belonged in a gym sat in one corner and several other strange furnishings filled the room.  I was still taking it all in when he unchained his wrist and wrapped one hand in my hair.  "In this room, you belong to me, whore.  Do you understand?"

I tried not to giggle and nodded.  He tossed me to the carpet, the hand-cuffs still dangling from my wrist.  "These are the rules.  You do as I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you.  You do not think for yourself.  You do not act by yourself.  You do not speak unless I give you a direct order.  If you disobey me, you will be punished.  If you please me you will be rewarded.  Do you understand."

I was beginning to.  The buzz was starting to wear off.  I was feeling a little nervous, but curious enough to see where this would lead.  "Answer me."  He snapped it, leaning into my face.

"Y-yes, I understand."

"Good.  Stand up."  I got up hesitantly.  "Remove your clothes.  Slowly."

I unzipped my jeans and tugged on the t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head.  My nipples were standing hard and erect beneath the cotton of my bra.  I dropped the shirt and pulled my sneakers off.  Next were the jeans.  I felt odd, with him watching my every movement, waiting for me to do something wrong.   The jeans were tight and it took a few tugs to pull them down.  I stood there in my bra, panties and socks as he circled me.  Then I felt his hand on my ass, slipping between my legs.

He took my arms behind my back and cuffed them together.  Then he came from behind and tied something across my eyes, effectively blocking out my sight.  I was helpless.  And, I was getting fairly wet.  He slapped me once across the ass as he passed around me.  I heard him with what I thought sounded like scissors.  Then I felt cold metal against my stomach, sliding around and up to my breasts.

Snip, Snip, Snip…my bra fell from me in pieces to the floor.  The cool sting of metal again, against my hard nipples, down to caress my damp pussy through my panties.  Snip, Snip…and they were gone too.  I stood before him, naked and bound and unable to move.

"There's my proper whore…the way she was meant to be."  He said, walking away.  I tried to follow his movements, but his footsteps were lost in the thick carpet.  I heard his jeans unzipping from somewhere nearby.  Then his hands were guiding me across the floor.  The carpet gave way to one of the barren sections of floor, and he lifted my cuffed hands up, tilting me forward, and lifting me to my tiptoes.  Something clicked and his hands fell away.  I was hung there.

His hands explored me, touching me and arousing me beyond anything I had felt before.  I was so horny, I wanted him to fuck me right then and there.  His hands were caressing my aching pussy, fingers plunging in and spreading my juices around my pussy and ass…all over my legs.  I moaned, and felt him slap my ass, hard.  "What did I tell you?"  he asked.  "Not a sound from you, slut!"  he slapped me again, and I gushed around his hand which was still in my cunt.  "Oh, you like that, eh?"  He slapped me again, and I felt the flesh of my thighs warming.  His next strike hit my sensitive pussy lips and I wanted to cry out, but bit my lip.

I was getting more than a little nervous as to what this would be like when I felt him put something cold and hard near my cunt.  With a little imagination, I realized it was the dildo.  He pushed it in hard.  It was fatter even than it had looked in the box.  "If that dildo leaves your pussy before I take it out, it will find its way into your ass."  He left my backside then, and I did what I could to hold the dildo in my dripping pussy, holding it tightly with my muscles.

Then he was near my head, his hands in my hair.  "Open your mouth, my little slut-slave.  Suck my cock."  I obeyed, opening my mouth as he pulled my head down. He penetrated deep into my throat and held it while I gagged and tried to maintain my grip on the dildo.  Then he was moving my head up and down on his cock, faster and faster, his hips thrusting it deeper and deeper into my throat.  My pussy was ready to explode, the fake cock slipping as I approached orgasm.  He spasmed and pushed himself as deeply into my throat his he could.  I could feel his balls on my lip as his cum slid down my throat in a gush.

Then, with nothing I could do to stop it, the dildo slid out of my pussy and onto the floor in a puddle of cum.  I waited and listened.  I couldn't hear him, or feel him nearby.  Then I felt it.  The tip of what must have been some kind of whip, against my ass.  I flinched and it hit again.  Then again, across my wet labia and clit.  I screamed.  Again, this time underneath, on a tit.  I screamed again.  "If you can't hold your tongue, I'll hold it for you."

It felt like a small dick, shoved into my mouth and against my tongue.  He tied the straps around my head and returned to his whipping.

Then, he released me and took me to another bare spot on the floor.  My hands were uncuffed, and he made me kneel on the cold concrete.  Then he pressed my head down and put my arms out to either side.  Leather straps went around each thigh and hooked to chains from overhead, pulling my legs wide apart and lifting me about a foot off the ground.  "You are such a bad, bad girl.  I promised to punish you."

I felt the dildo rub against my spread open pussy, up and down in my wetness, then he pushed it against the tight bud of my asshole,  I tried to move away, but had no where to go.  My muscles resisted as he pushed it with more and more force…until it was buried to the top.  It was so big and hurt so much that I could scarcely breathe.

With the dildo in my ass he alternately played with my pussy and slapped or whipped various spots of my body, watching I imagine each reaction to see which he enjoyed watching the most.  Then, when I was nearing orgasm he left me.  Just walked away.  I squirmed.  I waited.  I listened.
I must have dozed off a little, cause he was suddenly there, his hard cock rammed inside my nearly dried up pussy, pounding in against the stiffness of the dildo in my ass.  His hand started moving the dildo in rhythm to his fucking, both cocks pounding relentlessly.  I was suddenly cumming in buckets around his dick, pushing as much as I could back against him.  When he came he pulled out of me and spurted it all over my ass and back.  Then was gone again.

When he came back he unchained me, but left the blind fold and the gag on.  The handcuffs he returned to my wrists.  Then he led me, still naked and feeling somewhat like a cheap whore, up the stairs through his living room, past the huge picture window that looked out on the neighborhood, and up another set of stairs.

Onto his bed, with a hook to hold my hands above my head.  "What a good little whore you were tonight, slave.  I'm going to reward you."

I felt his hands slide over my body, down to my cunt.  Then his tongue was sliding over me, exploring deeply into my cavern.  His fingers joined the fun…and I could feel myself approaching orgasm again.  "Here is your reward."  He whispered in my ear as he slid his rock hard cock slowly into my pussy.  He fucked me slow and easy, the way I used to tell him I liked it, for nearly a half hour of in and out before he came, filling me up with his cum.

We lay very still for a while, then he untied the blindfold and the gag, unlocked the hand cuffs.  "Happy Birthday"  he said with a devilish little smile.