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I have always, I've realized, been submissive by nature. Even as a little girl, I wanted to be tied up when I played cowboys and Indians with my brothers. My relationships with men have been fine, but the sex hasn't been so great. I knew it was my fault so I pretended to come for the sake of my boyfriends. I found I could only reach orgasm while masturbating and thinking of my terrible private fantasies. One day I stopped at a seedy sex shop to buy a vibrator, the older guy behind the counter leered at me as I murmured my request, my face red with humiliation. My panties were soaked and when I got home to use the vibrator for the first time, I had the most intense orgasm in my life as I remembered the humiliation. I had never come from being fucked until I met Jared. I was at a party when I saw him enter; he was so confident, so powerful it took my breath away. He looked about ten years older than me but could have been older as he seemed superbly fit. Tall, ruggedly handsome with dark deep eyes, he slumped in an armchair and insolently looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts and legs, a cold smile on his face. "Get me a whiskey and soda," he said calmly, even naming the brand of whiskey he wanted. I scurried off to do his bidding and returned with the drink. He took it and didn't ask me to sit down, just watched me as he sipped. I was trembling and I didn't know what to do next so I waited. "What is your first name?" he snapped suddenly. I cleared my throat. "Jennifer," I said finally. "How old are you?" "Twenty-six." "Twenty-six?" he laughed. "You look younger. Are you lying to me?" "No," I said quickly. "I'm always being asked for identification, I just look young." A dark-haired woman about the same age as Jared swept across the room and kissed him. "You snuck in," she laughed. Jared smiled. "Just got a drink and met Jennifer. Jennifer," he said directly to me, "this is my neighbor, Sylvia." "Pleased to meet you," I recited and she looked at me carefully and then smiled. "Of course," she said coldly and turned back to Jared. "I know you have to go soon, but there is someone who is dying to meet you." Jealously, I watched her take his hand to pull him to his feet. They started to walk away, and then Jared said something to Sylvia before returning to me to say coldly, "I drive a black BMW, I will be leaving in exactly fifteen minutes. I expect you waiting at the curb." With those instructions, he strode away into the party. Swiftly, I gathered my bag and rushed outside scanning the street for a black BMW, and I felt a surge of relief when I found it. I stood under a streetlight to fix my makeup, brushed my hair and wished I had worn something a little better than the denim skirt, sleeveless white top and woolen coat. It was summer but there was a small chill in the air. The minutes dragged by and I wondered if they were inside looking at me through the window and laughing at how easily I did what he wanted. Although humiliated, I felt my body tingle and the dull desire in my stomach start to pulse. If this was a cruel joke, I knew I would still masturbate while remembering it and come in a huge rush at the humiliation of it all. The car beeped as he opened it. "Get in," he said and I hurriedly slipped into the seat next to him, his cologne sweeping over me as the car sped off into the night. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled me to him and kissed me roughly and, at the same time, sweetly. My panties were soaked and I groaned as his hand pushed my legs apart, his finger probing, pushing the wet crotch of my panties aside and slipping deeply inside my pussy. I groaned through the kiss as he finger fucked me, took control of me just like that and I had no choice, just moved on his hand. That night we fucked in his apartment. Finally, naked, my large breasts lolling to the side, he roughly forced me back on the messed bed and held my hands above my head by one massive hand, his other hand gripping my hair tightly as his cock pounded me, used me. I came with a loud scream that echoed within the room. We saw a lot of each other after that and I loved it. Jared would order me around and expect me to completely obey him, no matter how humiliating it was. It was inevitable that I would move into his apartment. It was a beautiful apartment and there were only two apartments on our floor. Sylvia, who I got to know a little and found she wasn't as nasty as she first seemed, occupied the other apartment on that floor. I still worked as a receptionist but I also did all the housework in the apartment, Jared didn't even offer. Then the company I worked for was taken over and I lost my job. Jared said not to worry about finding another job; he would find one for me, so I became very dependent on him for everything. One day Jared came home, looked at me as I ran from the sofa to kiss him and said, "I'm horny, get on your knees and suck me." My face burning, I sank to my knees and he coldly looked down at me as I reached to undo his zipper. "Don't," he snapped, brushing my hands away. "Don't touch without permission. Ask!" "Please can I undo your pants?" I whispered and my panties were instantly soaked. "Why?" "So I can suck you," I whispered, my face hot and my hands trembling. "Suck what?" His voice was low and menacing, and his hand gripped my hair as he made me look up at him. "Your cock," I whispered in a rush. "Please can I suck your cock?" The humiliation washed through me and I felt as if I was on the edge of coming. "Ask again, but this time call me Sir." "Please Sir, can I suck your cock?" He nodded and my trembling fingers unzipped him and released his fat cock, which I hungrily took in my mouth. I felt so servile, so used, as I sucked him, his hand in my hair and his cock filling my mouth. His hands gripped me as he fucked my mouth and I tried to stop from gagging, and I realized I had no choice--he had complete control and the thought sent my head spinning. With a grunt he came, coating my face with his sticky sperm, drops running down my nose and some almost in my eyes until he casually wiped his cock against my cheek. "You'll have to improve," he said coldly, doing his pants up and walking away without another word, leaving me kneeling on the floor, my face and my panties a mess. I was so aroused that I had to stop myself from ripping the vibrator from the bedroom drawer after washing my face. Jared smiled at me when I walked back, my face bright red. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said and I nodded shamefully. "You enjoyed me taking control?" "Yes," I whispered. "That makes you a slut," he smiled and the word rang in my ears. "I guess the slut wants to come now?" I was trembling; his words seemed to be drifting in and out of my head. "Please?" I moaned. "Please Sir," I added and moaned when I said it. "Go and get dressed in your slut clothes and wait for me." I rushed to strip off my clothes and dress in the black bra, panties and stockings that he loved me to wear. Thirty minutes later I was on my back, panties in my mouth and my ankles tied to my wrists so my wet pussy was open, hungrily gaping. I was helpless and so exposed, desperate to come. "You've been using this without my permission," Jared said, taking my vibrator from the drawer, tapping my ass with it. "You don't use it unless I allow you." I nodded desperately, tasting myself on my soaked panties and moaning when he slid the vibrator deep into my pussy. Smiling he twisted the end and it started to vibrate inside me. "Enjoy while I get a drink." No, I wanted to cry out! Touch my clit, please! It was maddening, the vibrator deep inside me, teasing me but there was no friction on my clit, and it was swollen, red and ignored. Suddenly I heard the doorbell and I strained my ears to listen as Jared opened the door. "Hi Sylvia." "Is Jennifer here? I wanted to borrow something." To my horror, I heard Jared say casually, "Yeah, she's tied up in the bedroom with a vibrator in her cunt. Want to look?" "Sure," she laughed. My face was red with shame when they both walked in, the vibrator so loud in the room. "Are those her panties in her mouth?" Sylvia casually asked, taking Jared's drink for a quick sip. "She likes the taste of cunt?" "I guess. Who cares what she likes?" Jared laughed and took his drink back. "She just wants to come. Don't you, slut?" he suddenly snapped at me and, my face hot with shame, I nodded. His fingers removed the sodden panties, dropping them on the pillow next to me. "Beg," he said coldly. My eyes darted from Sylvia to Jared; both were smiling down at me while calmly sharing the drink. "Please Sir," I begged hoarsely, "please let me come." "She has a nice little cunt," Sylvia observed, looking down at my pussy and the vibrator protruding from it. "And she's a natural blonde. Have you had her ass yet?" she casually asked and Jared shook his head. "Not yet." His big fingers removed the vibrator and he wiped it on my hot cheeks, teasing my mouth with it. "Beg to come, slut." "Please, Sir," I almost screamed with desperation and deep in humiliation. My head was spinning, all control gone as I slipped away, degrading myself without thought in my urgent need for relief. "Please let me come!" "You're nothing but a fucking slut, aren't you?" he demanded as he slipped two fingers inside of me, Sylvia giggling softly. "Yes, yes," I desperately agreed, his fingers slowly fucking me. "I'm a slut!" "She screams when she comes," Jared said idly to Sylvia. "I think I've heard her," Sylvia laughed, "the walls are a little thin. Does she always get this wet? Her thighs are coated in it, for fucks sake!" "She gets wet very easily, it's like turning a faucet on." His fingers moved in and out and I tried to buck on his hand, to get my clit in contact with something, anything! "Ask Sylvia if you can come," Jared snapped and Sylvia laughed. "Please Sylvia," I begged, humiliated that she should see me like this but I was desperate, "please can I come?" "Let me think about it," Sylvia laughed again and Jared smiled. "You are a heartless bitch, Sylvia," he said. "We are two of a kind. All right, slut," she snapped, "you can come." Jared's thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers penetrated me, the pressure rocking me and I screwed my eyes shut. "Show us how you come, slut," Jared whispered in my ear, pushing me over the edge. The waves rolled over me, intense, almost painful as I screamed in ecstasy, lost in my pleasure and humiliation. I finally opened my eyes and Sylvia and Jared were standing by the door, smiling broadly. "Bravo," Sylvia said mockingly, clapping slowly and my face burned with shame. Jared untied one hand and I gingerly lowered one leg, the other still tied to my other wrist. "Free yourself and get out to the kitchen. We'd like something to eat." I heard Sylvia giggle as they left the room, my stiff fingers fumbling with the rope.
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