Just a quick forewarning before the story: There is deception and misleading and the line of consent gets murky, but no effort was made to revoke consent, even knowing the option was there.

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He was behind me and his hand gripped my throat, just beneath my chin, firmly. His goal was to hold my head still as pressed his middle finger into my mouth and his other fingers pressed against my cheeks and lips. He was testing me, seeing if I would resist or obey as instructed. I lifted my tongue and sucked on his finger, mimicking the same pointed tip, curls and swirls I would employ while sucking cock.

He leaned down close to me, “I was hoping you would resist,” the old man growled.

I stared straight ahead and into the mirror he held me in front of. My wrists were bound behind my back, I was slightly suspended as the rope from my wrists was secured to the canopy above me and I was made to lean forward until all of my upper body weight caused the rope to dig into the soft flesh at the base of my palms. My ankles were tied wide apart, my knees offered very little support as a result. At the head of the bed lay a mountain of pillows and on top of the pillows, angled towards me, was a large ornate mirror.

My top was ripped open, my cold breasts heaved with each breath I managed through the grip he held on my throat. I said nothing, but I continued sucking on his finger as he pressed it down on my tongue roughly. When he removed his finger from my mouth he circled the wet digit over my lips and then slid it between my legs, penetrating me as he lifted my skirt up over my ass and onto my back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the slightest bits of pride I still clung to, and just watched him take great pleasure in feeling how wet I’d become.

He smacked my ass and I turned my head towards him, pulling out of the grip he had on my neck, and scowled at him, “If you were hoping to scare me, it’s not working,” I snapped as he rubbed his hand over my ass cheek and then smacked it again, harder, causing me to clench up and bite my lip to avoid making noise.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” he said as he pulled his belt off and made a loop with it. It was a thin black leather belt, he slid the loop over my head and placed the belt securely between my teeth before he tightened it. “Just remember you can stop this at any point you want and we go back to the original deal. You have both verbal and non verbal cues you are free to use at any time.”

He climbed up on the bed behind me and put his hand between my legs, rubbing me and roughly pushing his fingers into my cunt. I squirmed against the bindings and he tugged on the end of the belt, pulling my head back towards him, “You are an eager slut aren’t you?”