by

Villiers

Marie looked at the text message in disbelief.

I miss you. Can I see you tonight?

She checked the sender. Yep, it was from Edward Camden, her “boyfriend” of three months, though he had never admitted it in public. All of their dates had been in out-of-the-way places, and when she’d wanted him to tell their friends that they were dating, he’d always found a reason not to. Finally she’d realized that he’d never broken it off with his old girlfriend.

Marie had dropped him fast enough, and only then did she learn that he had told all his buddies about her, only in his stories, she wasn’t his girlfriend; she was just a whore he was banging.

She couldn’t believe she had been used like that. And now all their work buddies – people she worked with everyday! – knew what they had done together.

She had been humiliated! And worse, she had really liked him, had connected with him. He seemed to understand her, and the sex had been damned good.

Four months later, she was over him, and here he was texting her on a Friday night, probably drunk and certainly horny.

Against her better judgment, she texted back, What will Chrissy say about that?

He replied quickly. She’s busy, girls’ night out. And she doesn’t care what I do.

Forget it.





Marie put the phone down, and pulled the afghan over her body. Her phone buzzed again. And then once more. She found herself aroused, simply because a man wanted her. So he was drunk, so he was an asshole. She’d dated a few guys after Edward, but she hadn’t slept with any of them.

She slid her hand inside the waistband of her pajamas, touching her bare mound. She pushed gently.

“Ahhh.”

It had been a long time since she’d been with a man, and almost as long since she’d masturbated. She started rubbing her clit slowly.

She was wet in an instant. That was never a problem, and something Edward had loved about her. When she was aroused, she was wet. Ruin-the-bed-sheets wet. Dehydrated-afterwards wet. She’d have to change her pajamas, but she didn’t care.

It was Edward she thought of, his skinny body, lean, thin, smooth. He liked to grab her hair when they kissed and hold it firmly. She loved that. Once she’d turned her head aside when he went to kiss her. He ran his hand deep into her hair and gripped it. His other hand he placed gently on her throat. Slowly he’d turned her head until her parted lips faced his. Then he had kissed her, swirling his tongue over her teeth and nipping at her lips.

Her fingers increased in speed.

“Fuck,” she whispered. It had been so long.

She remembered their last weekend together, the drive down to Tennessee. It had ended disastrously, but the start had been amazing. She’d leaned over somewhere in Kentucky and unzipped his pants. His penis had popped out, hard. It was thin and lean like he was.

“Don’t wreck my car, please,” she said, looking up into his eyes innocently.

Then she’d engulfed his dick with her lips, burying her face in his pubic hair. She loved how he moaned as she worked her tongue up and down the shaft. He shuttered as she licked the glans and massaged his balls with a cupped hand.

She felt the car slow, felt a shadow pass on the passenger’s side. Marie glanced up to seen a truck driver looking down at her as she sucked Edward’s cock. Edward had slowed down to make sure the man had a good look.

She blushed, and tried to pull away, but Edward’s hand went to the back of her neck.

She groaned in humiliation, and then in pleasure.

Edward came in her mouth and he held her head firmly in his lap until his penis was done spasming.

He let her up.

“Show him,” he said.

“What?”

“Lick your lips for him.”

Marie felt the humiliation run through her in decadent pleasure.

“Do it,” Edward said. “You’re holding up this lane of traffic.”

She’d turned and looked at the truck driver. He grinned at her. She stared right at him and licked her lips slowly, catching a drop of jism that had stuck to her upper lip.

“Lift up your shirt for him,” Edward said.

And she had.

Marie orgasmed spectacularly with the memory. Her body burned with the humiliation of what she had done. And she’d done it willingly, happily. She had acted like his whore, and she’d loved it.

She came again in a wave.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

And once more when she remembered the looks she’d gotten from his friends a month later, when one of them reached into the air and pumped his fist twice like a truck driver sounding a horn. They had known. Because Edward had told them everything.

And finally her body stopped orgasming.

She would have been a whore for Edward in private. She knew what she craved. Not in public. She wouldn’t do that in public, but he’d dragged her through it with their friends.

She sighed, and then picked up her phone.

Two more message from Edward.

I think about you all the time. Even when I’m with Chrissy. You are so much hotter.

She snorted.

Send me a picture.

She didn’t think so. She’d sent him enough of those while they had been dating, and she was certain his work buddies had seen those too.

But he had just helped her reach a cunt-shattering orgasm. Maybe she owed him a little something.

She slipped off her soaked pajama bottoms and tossed them into her bedroom. She took her tank top off too, and stood in front of her mirror.

Marie was five foot four, skinny, but with good muscle tone that she had to do little to maintain. Her breasts were a perky B cup with light colored areolas. Her butt was full and round, and she knew how to shake it.

Crossing one arm across her breasts, she turned sideways and took a picture of herself from the neck down with her camera phone. She looked at it, making sure her face wasn’t visible, nor her mound, nor her nipples. Let him imagine those parts.

She sent it off to Edward.

#

Thanks for the picture.

The chat message appeared on Marie’s laptop screen as she cruised through reddit.

What do you want, Edward?

She’d regretted sending the pic the next day. She knew he’d take it as encouragement.

Just wanted to thank you. You are so hot.

Yes, you told me you think about me when you’re with your girlfriend.

You know there are reasons.

She heard the whine in his voice.

What do you want, Edward? she repeated.

This picture reminded me of you. He sent her a link. She hovered her mouse over the link, and then finally pressed it. An image of a sandy blonde woman appeared. She wore a white leather color and white leather cuffs at her wrists with thin chains between the collar and the cuffs. She had her hands wrapped around the picture-taker’s cock and was looking up at the camera lens in innocence.

Why? Because it’s humiliating and degrading for the woman?

Don’t be like that. You enjoyed that a lot. So did I. You remember the night I’m talking about.

She did. They’d just made love in his bed, the same one he shared with Chrissy now. They were teasing and tickling, and she lunged for his nipple with her teeth.

“Ouch,” he said. “Stop that.” He pushed her head away, but she tried to bite him again.

“Make me,” she said.

He’d stared at her for a second and then said, “I will.”

She hadn’t expected him to actually stop her. He opened his drawer and took out an old neck tie. It must have been really old; he never wore one at work, and this one had an ugly checker pattern.

Edward took both her wrists in one hand and held them crossed.

“What are you doing?” Marie asked, but she didn’t pull away.

“Stopping you.”

He wrapped the tie one way, criss-crossed, and then wrapped it the other way. He pulled the ends tightly and made a square knot.

Marie looked at her hands. It didn’t hurt. It was just pressure on her wrists. She tugged her arms apart, but the binding was too tight for her to break free.

“Untie me,” she said.

“No, I don’t think so.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her across his lap so that her butt was in the air. He began to caress it.

Marie realized she couldn’t stop him. Her hands were bound, and she couldn’t get them loose. She wiggled and squirmed, but Edward had his other hand on the small of her back. He had her firmly in place.

She found herself wet again, not just from the sex they had just had. She was aroused by the way he was handling her.

“Let me go,” she said.

“Really? Do you really want me to stop?”

He rubbed her ass, squeezing. She pushed against his hand.

"No. No, I don’t.“ He would feel the wetness on his thigh. There was no hiding her arousal.

"I didn’t think so.”

Smack!

Marie went rigid. He had hit her! He had spanked her on the ass.

“Don’t!”

He smacked her on the ass again. It didn’t exactly hurt. It stung a little, but there was no pain.

“I don’t like that!” she said.

Edward didn’t answer. He smacked her again, this time on her other cheek. This one was harder. She winced.

He spanked her again.

The feeling was intense. The sensation was a warmth running through her ass to her cunt. She didn’t want to like it! She didn’t want to like being spanked like a child. She wasn’t that kind of kinky girl. But damn it, it felt good.

He switched cheeks again. Edward was hitting her hard now. But Marie found herself pushing her ass up to meet the blows. She groaned involuntarily.

When he had spanked her ten times, five on each cheek, he stopped and slowly rubbed her ass. His finger slid into her ass crack, skimming her anus. She flinched at the touch. His finger pushed between her legs, finding her wetness.

Marie moaned as he inserted a finger into her pussy. Just one knuckle, but then he pushed farther until his whole index finger was inside her. A wave of pleasure cascaded over her. The skin on her ass felt his breath as he exhaled.

She rocked her hips up and down, forcing his finger deeper. He slid a second finger inside her. The knuckle tugged at her clit and she gasped.

Then she felt his thumb on her anus.

She didn’t protest. He’d proved to her that he would do whatever he wanted to her, and she’d enjoy it. Why be a hypocrite?

He rubbed his thumb on her anus, circling the brown hole. Then he pushed it gently past the sphincter.

“Uhhhh.”

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Uhhh, yes,” Marie said. She did like it.

“Tell me you like it,” he said.

“I like it. I like it.”

“No. Tell me what you like,” he said. “Explicitly.”

“No. I can’t do that.”

He pulled his hand away from her cunt.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she said.

“Then tell me what you like.”

“I… like when you put your finger inside me,” Marie said.

“No. Make it dirtier.”

“What?”

“Say that you like when I fingerfuck you.”

“I like when you… fingerfuck me,” Marie whispered.

Edward slid his two fingers back into her pussy.

“Say it louder.”

“I love when you fingerfuck me!” Marie said.

“What else?”

“I love when you fuck my ass with your thumb!”

“And?”

“I love when you spank my ass!”

“Go on.”

“I love when you tie me up!”

“And finally?”

Marie couldn’t remember what else Edward had done to her. He’d bound her wrists, spanked her ass, and fingerfucked her ass and pussy. What else did he want from her?

Then she knew.

“I love when you humiliate me and treat me like a whore!” Marie screamed. “I love it!”

She was so depraved that tears were streaming down her face in humiliation. But at the same time she was cumming. Her pussy was spasming in orgasm and she was bucking her hips on his thighs.

“Oh, I’m cumming!” she screamed, and when she did, he smacked her ass one last time. She came so hard her breath caught in her throat, and the world closed in with black edges.

She went to the bathroom to pee with her hands still tied in front of her. She looked at herself in the mirror; there was a red hand mark on each of her cheeks. Edward’s hand. Her hair was disheveled. Her hands were white from the lack of blood. Edward had known somehow she would like that, when she hadn’t even known herself.

I remember.

I think about that a lot , he typed.

Don’t you have Chrissy to do that stuff with?

I’ve never told her I’m kinky.

You just do that with me? I’m the one you like to humiliate, but the woman you take up with is too pristine for that? Marie was angry.

No! It’s not like that. You’re who I can share myself with. Not her.

Then why are you with her?

Because she’s pregnant.

Marie ended the chat session right then and there. She turned off her laptop. So that was it. He’d left her because he wanted a baby with Chrissy. Or else he’d gotten her pregnant while she and Edward were still dating.

“That son of a bitch,” she said to herself.

#

A week later, returning to her apartment from work, she found a package on her doorstep. The return address was nothing she recognized, but the box was fairly heavy. She opened it on her kitchen table.

At first she wasn’t sure what it was. She smelled the heady scent from within, and recognized it as fresh leather. Inside was a strap of white leather with buckles.

Marie lifted it out and looked at it. It was a leather collar. She smelled it. The odor was strong and heady, arousing. There were three D-rings attached to it, one each at the front and sides. The buckle in back clicked as she rotated it in her hands.

There was something more in the box: two smaller straps of leather, cuffs. Each strap had a single D-ring. Finally at the bottom of the box were two thin chains – like a dog’s choker chain – and three oval, latching rings.

She checked the address, certain the box was addressed to some other apartment, maybe to the flamboyantly gay man downstairs. No, it was addressed to her.

Marie took the collar in her hands and wrapped it around her neck. She looked in the mirror and felt instant arousal. The contrast of white against her pale neck was fascinating. The smell was erotic. She buckled the collar behind her neck, pulling it slowly tight. By feel, she slid the end of the strap through the buckle.

It was too loose; the collar rotated and flopped around her neck. Marie pulled it one notch tighter.

“Oh my,” she said. She felt… submissive, under control. Yet there was no one else there.

She tried on the wrist cuffs next. It was harder buckling those with only one hand, but she managed it by laying her wrist flat against the table to hold the cuff in place. She did not hesitate pulling the strap as tight as possible.

She opened the rings and placed one on each cuff and the third on the front of the collar. To these she attached the two chains so that each ran from her neck to one wrist. The chains were just fifteen inches long, so when she tried to lower her arms to her side, she found with a jolt at her neck that she couldn’t.

The idea of being bound, of being chained, of being in leather bondage aroused her. Marie looked at herself in the mirror. Dressed in her business suit, she looked professional, except for the white leather collar and cuffs.

“A professional what?” she said.

She bent down so at she could shimmy out of her skirt. It was the only way she could reach, even though she could have easily undone the chains. She stood now in gray nylons and a blouse.

She tried to reach her pussy, but of course couldn’t. She found it delicious that she was aroused, but couldn’t touch herself. She was dominating herself.

Marie walked into the bedroom and looked around. She needed something….

She put her pillow in the middle of the bed and lay across it, with her pelvis against its rise. Her head rested on her hands. Slowly she undulated her hips against the pillow.

It would have been so much easier to orgasm if she had her hands free. But she didn’t. She was bound and unable to do anything but rotate her nylon-clad hips against her pillow. The hose rasped against the pillowcase.

It was so awkward, but she felt the warmth grow in her belly. Simulating sex with her pillow was decadently arousing.

The chains jingled as she moved, reminding her of her bondage. She spread her arms as wide as she could, until the cuffs tugged at her neck. She wanted to know that she was wearing a leather collar. She wanted to feel the leather pull against her neck.

She slammed her hips against the pillow. The orgasm was too damned elusive. She needed her hands.

But the thought of not being able to use them pushed her over the edge. Her hips thrust deeply against the pillow. Her nylons moved against the fabric. Her neck pulled back and her arms came with it. She orgasmed.

Laying there, panting, she felt the wetness against her crotch. The nylons were ruined and she’d have to change the pillowcase.

She rolled over.

She unhooked the rings at her wrists, but let the chains dangle from her collar. She changed out of her nylons, blouse, and bra, opting for sweats and a t-shirt.

The collar caught at her blouse, but she extracted it gently. She liked the collar, liked wearing it, and she decided right there that she wouldn’t not take it off all night, that she would sleep in it.

Cleaning up the box and the packing material, she found the note inside.

“Dear Marie, I think these are all my size too, Love Edward.”

That son of bitch , she thought. Then she laughed. The gift did seem to be something she liked. Edward had that knack. For all the shit he had put her through, he still seemed to know what made her tick. Then why was he such an asshole to her?

And why had he picked Chrissy over her? Because she was willing to have a child with him and Marie wasn’t? But he was still willing to play bondage games with her. Something he wouldn’t do with Chrissy because she wasn’t that kind of whore. Marie he would screw around with, but Chrissy was too pristine to tie up and spank.

She made herself dinner, her mind turning back to Edward again and again. Marie was sautéing her vegetables when she caught sight of herself in the edge of the skillet. She was still wearing the collar. It was so comfortable, so perfect for her neck. If she didn’t remember, she might have gone to the store or run errands with it and the cuffs still on.

She remembered Edward’s note. “These are all in my size too.” What had he meant by that?

Marie had been dominant with him once, but not really. Edward had directed her and told her what to do to him. It wasn’t as if she had been actively coming up with things to denigrate and humiliate him.

It had been a week after he had spanked her, the next time they had met at his house. Edward hadn’t brought their kinkiness up, and Marie was grateful. She found herself embarrassed to have been taken over a man’s knee and spanked like a bad child. Though secretly, she wished he would do something kinky again. Not the spanking, but something else. She had no idea what she wanted him to do to her, but she knew she had texted him all week in the hopes he’d invite her over.

As they made out on the couch, he said, “You know those things I did to you last time?”

She blushed.

“Uh huh.”

“Did you like it?” he asked, his lips caressing her earlobe. She ran her finger down his bare chest.

“I did,” she whispered. “I did like it.”

“I want you to do those things to me too,” Edward said.

Marie heard the words, but for a long moment she was confused. Do things to him? What for? She wanted things done to her.

“You want me to…?”

“Dominate me,” Edward said. “I want you to dominate me.”

The word was too abstract. She couldn’t get her mind around it.

“Will you do that for me?” he asked.

“I… guess so.”

He reached under the pillow on the couch and pulled out the same ugly tie, as if he had planted it there because he knew he would be asking for this. Edward handed her the tie and she took it. She looked at it.

Edward crossed his wrists in front of him.

“Tie my wrists,” he said.

The anticipation of the night, the arousal she had felt, was slipping away. She had refused to even acknowledge her desire of submission. She couldn’t comprehend Edward’s.

She wrapped the tie once around his wrists and tucked the ends underneath each other.

“No, tighter.”

She tried again.

“Weren’t you ever a Girlscout?” he asked, laughing. “Make it tight.”

She felt a twinge of anger. She pulled the tie as tight as she could.

“Yes, that’s it,” Edward said. “Now undress me the rest of the way.”

She pushed him back against the couch and undid his belt. Yanking at both legs, she depanted him roughly.

His erection was peaking through the leg of his white underwear. Marie caressed his balls through the cotton fabric.

“Even my underwear,” he said.

She pulled his underwear down to his ankles. Marie took his cock in both hands and began stroking it up and down.

Edward groaned. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it.”

She increased the speed, and he began to undulate his hips.

“Don’t let me come,” Edward said.

She stopped her motion.

He looked at her expectantly. She just didn’t know what to do.

“You can strip for me,” Edward said.

Marie stood up. She reached behind her back and undid her bra.

“No, do it sexy,” Edward said.

Who was dominating who here? Marie thought.

She moved her hips slowly, unzipping her pants. She turned around and bent over, slowly tugging the jeans off her hips. She was wearing boyshorts underneath, but she kept those on. Her shirt landed on his face, and he tried to tried to shake it off, but couldn’t.

He lifted his hands to remove it.

“Don’t,” she said.

She caught his hands, and held them down. Edward’s penis danced and throbbed. Standing in just her panties, she looked down at the naked man. She took her foot and pressed it against Edward’s balls.

He jolted backward.

“Don’t move either,” she said.

She pressed her foot against his balls again.

Marie squatted above his cock. Her black lace-covered mons brushed the tip of his penis.

Edward moaned.

“Oh, yeah, touch it,” he said.

“Shhhhh.”

She squatted farther, rubbing her cunt against him cock. She felt a tingling in her pussy.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Edward said.

“Shut up!” she said. She pulled her panties off and wadded them up in her hand. She tossed her shirt aside and grabbed his jaw.

Edward opened his mouth to speak and Marie stuffed her soaked panties in his mouth.

The look on his face was of utter shock. Marie found herself grinning. Holding his jaw in her left hand, she slapped him gently with her right. Twice.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slowly lowered herself the length of his body, until her lips were at his penis. She grinned and licked the head slowly.

“Stop telling me what to do,” she said. “I’m in charge.”

One hand on his balls, the other gripping the penis’ base, she placed her lips around the tip. Edward moaned through his panty gag.

She worked the penis further into her mouth, moving further down the shaft. Edward bucked his hips against her mouth.

Marie pushed his hips down so he couldn’t thrust. With her other hand, she reached down between his legs to massage his perineum.

Edward groaned louder and tried to thrust his hips against her finger.

Marie took more of his cock into her mouth.

Her finger traveled farther back. Edward jerked. She was touching his anus, just like he had touched hers.

He moaned.

She pressed her index finger against his hole. It was dry, so she spat on her finger and pushed it into him slowly.

Edward bucked his hips again, and this time Marie couldn’t stop him from moving. She’d need more ties for that, or maybe some rope to keep him immobile.

She pushed her finger to the knuckle.

Edward grunted and moaned.

Marie wiggled her finger.

In an instant, Edward came.

She wasn’t expecting it; it always took him much longer than that to orgasm from oral sex.

Semen spurted from the tip of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She almost coughed, but kept her mouth tight around his cock.

It was more cum than she remembered him ever ejaculating before.

His orgasm shuttered to a halt, and she swallowed the last of his cum. She felt proud to have played his game, to have brought him to orgasm so quickly.

Marie pulled the panties out of his mouth.

“You like?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes!” Edward said. “That was perfect.”

She made him wear the panties the rest of the night while she went without. Edward took her to dinner where he squirmed the whole time. Marie found herself aroused by being in control of his kink. If they hadn’t broken up soon afterwards, if she hadn’t found Edward back with Chrissy, Marie would have explored more domination play. She liked it.

But no, Edward had made his choice clear, and Marie wasn’t hanging around to be his mistress, in any sense of the word.

#

Marie was near drunk when she heard from Edward next. She had had one too many scotches, but scotch gave her the illusion of sobriety when in reality she was toasted. As she neared her house, walking home from the bar, her phone vibrated.

I’d like to see you , Edward texted.

Naked? Marie texted back. Spread-eagle on your bed? Bent over a chair. The scotch had erased her shame, and she was horny. The guy she had wanted to meet at the bar had called off at the last minute, and she’d spent the evening joking with Taylor, the gay bartender, telling dirty stories of their sex lives.

All that, and in that white collar and those cuffs , he replied.

I thought those were for you , Marie texted.

LOL! That’s fine too. Bring them over to my house.

And Chrissy will wear them? Pregnant bondage? Seems creepy.

She’s not here, and I told you she’s not into that. It’s only something I share with you.

Marie reached her apartment and hunted in her purse for the key. By the time she climbed the stairs to her door, Edward had texted her again.

I have other toys. Just for you and me.

Other toys? Marie wondered what that could mean.

I’m serious. Come see me and bring the leather.

Marie shut her phone.

The collar hung on one bed post, the cuffs and the chains on the other. Marie put the collar around her neck and pulled the straps tight. Edward needed her for something he couldn’t get from Chrissy. That made her feel… desirable.

She buckled the cuffs on and chained them together in front of her.

Marie stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Short black dress, seamed nylons, tank top under a knit shirt. The white leather stood out against the black.

Her phone buzzed again.

Please, Mistress.

She liked the words.

I’m coming , she replied. Be naked and by the front door.

#

When she arrived, Marie pushed the door open without knocking. Edward was standing there, a shocked look on his face, and naked except for his underwear.

She smirked at him, walked right up to him, and kissed him. With her teeth, she bit his lower lip. The smell of him was intoxicating. She’d missed him, and her masturbation fantasies hadn’t captured the texture, smell, and touch of him. Here in the flesh, naked, Edward evoked pure lust within her.

She leaned back and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

“I said naked.”

He looked at her with mouth open wide for just a moment.

“Now,” she whispered.

Keeping his eyes on her, he dropped his underwear to the floor.

“Kneel.”

He did.

“Don’t look at me.”

He looked down at her black pumps. She’d walked at least a mile in them today. They were covered in grim and dirt, not the shiny pair of shoes she’d started with.

“Lick my shoes,” she said. She had no idea why she said it, but she wanted to humble Edward.

To her surprise, he didn’t hesitate. His full tongue washed the top of her right shoe. She watched for a second, and then started unbuckling the collar she still wore.

“The other one.”

He switched to the left shoe. Marie unbuckled the cuffs.

“Stand up, you little shoe slut,” she said.

He did.

“Eyes down! Don’t look me in the eye, you bitch,” she said.

She walked around him, and then reached up to buckle the collar around his neck. She pulled it tight, like she liked it. Tight enough that he would know it was always there.

“Hands,” she said.

Edward reached behind him.

She buckled the cuffs on each of his wrists. She used one clip ring to bind the cuffs together and one of the chains to connect his wrists to the back of the collar. He was shackled with his hands behind his back, and if he let his hands drop, he’d feel the pressure on his throat.

“Go kneel by the couch.”

She watched him walk toward the living room. His ass was firm and hairless. She liked the way it flexed as he walked.

She followed him, stopping at the bookshelf where a bottle of whiskey sat. Not her favorite, but she poured two glasses.

She took a sip from her glass, and then held the second glass to Edward’s lips.

He awkwardly took a drink.

“Where’s Chrissy?”

“At her sister’s house for the weekend.”

“So you’re lonely and needed a whore to play with?”

“No! I just—”

She slapped him again. “Shut up!”

His cock was firm and erect. He was clearly aroused by her treatment of him.

“You think you can impregnate one woman and play on the side with another?”

He opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and remained silent.

“What did you tell her?” Marie mused. “That you had to know for sure before you made a baby with her? That you needed to sow your oats one last time? Does she even know about me?”

“She doesn’t!”

Marie raised her hand one more time, and Edward flinched. She held back and smiled coldly at him.

“Show me these toys you have,” she said.

Edward awkwardly rose and walked to the bedroom.

Marie sauntered after him, letting her hips sway. They passed the card table set up in the dining room. On it was a pile of envelopes. Marie hardly glanced at it, but her eyes came back.

Wedding invitations.

Her heart hammered. What was she doing here?

“Christine and Edward fondly request your presence….”

The date was just a month away.

That bastard, with his talk of her being special. From the beginning he had been using her. And this was no different. Yet, here she was, even when she knew he and Chrissy were living together, were having a baby together.

She was just his whore.

Rage seething within her, she entered the bedroom.

Edward knelt before the closet door. With his hands behind his back, he couldn’t open it like it wanted to.

Marie looked at him kneeling there, helpless. He had humiliated her, and he continued to do it. Even now, she was here so she could fulfill the needs Chrissy wouldn’t.

“It’s in the closet,” he said.

Marie ran a finger through his curly hair, and suddenly pulled it tight.

“Address me as ‘Mistress’,” she said softly.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” Edward said.

Marie slid the closet open. Inside was a clothesbasket filled with dirty laundry. But behind that was a locked trunk.

“Key?”

“In my nightstand, Mistress,” Edward said.

She slid the trunk out of the closet and unlocked it. Edward was peering at her expectantly.

“Go stand in the fucking corner, with your nose on the wall,” she said.

All the rage she felt for Edward was curled within her. It itched to get out. She liked him obedient and submissive, even if it was what he really wanted.

Inside the trunk was… stuff. He’d clearly been collecting kinky paraphernalia for months, if not years. Didn’t Chrissy ever wonder what was in here?

The first thing she noticed was a black leather harness and a neat line of dildos in increasing size. One dildo was extremely life-like, and much longer than Edward’s cock.

A black leather collar lay nestled with several sets of black cuffs, for wrists and ankles. Silver chains with clips on the ends confused her until she realized they went on nipples. She shuddered at the thought, but was aroused nonetheless. There was a spandex hood, and a leather one, a blindfold, and a ballgag.

Her eyes kept coming back to the harness and the cock.

“You want a cock up your ass?” Marie asked.

Edward didn’t answer.

“I asked if you wanted a cock up your ass, you worthless little slut.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered faintly.

“Yes, Mistress, what?”

“Yes, Mistress, I want a cock up my ass.”

“And you want to suck on this one here?”

“Yes, Mistress, I want to suck on that cock.”

“Have you done it already? When Chrissy was away? Have you got out your cock and licked and sucked it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I hope you have lube, you little bitch, or this is going to hurt a lot.”

Marie removed her skirt and blouse. She unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor. She kept her shoes and her seamed stockings on. Marie took the harness from the trunk and stepped into it, pulling it up over her hips.

A strap on each side adjusted the fit. She pulled the straps tight. The penis dildo was veined like a real one. She fitted it into the ring on the front of the harness.

Marie turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She had an erection. She had a fucking cock.

It looked good on her.

The sight of it – the thought of it – sent a wave of arousal through her. Her pussy was wet.

“Turn around,” she said.

Edward turned slowly.

His eyes fixated on the cock in front of him. They grew round.

“You like?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said throatily.

“You want your mistress’s cock?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Go on. Kiss it.”

He glanced at her, a look of fear on his face. Then he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her cock.

“Very good. Now take the tip in your mouth,” Marie said.

Edward opened his mouth and then hesitated.

“Go on, cocksucker. You know you want to suck my cock.”

He leaned forward and placed his lips over the top of the cock.

“That’s a sight. I need a picture of it,” she said. She reached for his cell phone in her purse.

“No!”

“No?”

“No, Mistress. No one can see this!”

“Don’t you want to see what it looks like?”

He blushed. “Yes, Mistress, but….”

Marie looked around and saw Edward’s phone sitting on the nightstand.

“How about if I take the picture with your phone. Then you can delete it later… if you can, you little slut.”

Edward nodded.

Marie grabbed his phone and pointed it at the bound man on his knees in front of her.

“Now, see how much of my cock you can get in your mouth, you dirty whore,” she said.

This time he leaned forward without hesitation. His lips wrapped around the dildo.

He tried to force it far into his mouth and he gagged instantly.

Marie laughed.

“Maybe you’re not ready to deepthroat me, slave boy,” she said. “Lick the sides.”

Edward turned his head, and when he did so, Marie snapped the picture.

She looked at it. Edward’s face was clearly visible, as was his tongue on the cock. Marie tossed the phone onto the bed.

Edward worked his tongue up one side and down the other of the dildo. The sight of it was arousing. Marie thrust her hips at Edward’s mouth, flexing her muscles, feeling the glow of sexual excitement. Yes, she needed to thrust her new cock.

“Enough of this,” she said. “You’re a piss poor, cocksucker who needs lots more practice. Maybe on the real thing.”

“No, Mistress!”

“But enough cocksucking fun. Get on the bed.”

Edward rose and climbed awkwardly onto the bed. Marie undid the clip on the cuffs and instead fastened them together in front.

“On your hands and knees.”

She used another clip to connect the chain to the collar. Edward was forced to lean over with his ass in the air.

She grabbed the lube from the nightstand and popped open the lid. He heard it and flinched. Slowly, she poured lube on the cock, from the tip to the base. Then she dropped a glob onto his ass crack. It struck right in the center, making Edward jump.

Marie rubbed the lube into his anus, pushing the tip of her finger into his brown hole.

Edward groaned.

She climbed onto the bed, her stockings swishing against the comforter. She pushed her legs against the back of Edward’s, resting her cock against his balls.

“You want me to fuck you, Edward?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Say it, Edward. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“I…I… want you to fuck me, Mistress.”

“Yes? More detail, please.”

“I want you fuck me in the ass with your cock, Mistress.”

“More adverbs, Edward.”

“I want you to fuck me hard in the ass with your massively big cock, Mistress,” he said.

“Good, Edward. Here it comes.”

Marie leaned back so she could see where it was going. She placed the head of the cock on Edward’s sphincter and slowly pushed.

Edward tensed.

“Relax, baby. Relax for my cock,” she said.

The head slipped inside him. She backed out, and then pushed a little farther. Edward groaned again.

Marie pushed harder, and the cock slowly disappeared into his ass.

“You’re taking it all, you dirty whore. You’re taking the entire cock.”

She pressed until her hips were touching his ass and the cock was entirely embedded in Edward’s ass.

Edward pushed back against her, as if he wanted even more cock in his ass.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She reached around and took his erect cock in her hand, squeezing and pulling. Her other hand she placed on his hip, guiding herself in and out of his ass.

Edward met her rhythm. The slam of her hips against his ass brought her to a first orgasm. She slammed him harder, and the orgasm continued, or perhaps it was a second one so soon after the first that she couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

Edward groaned. His body tensed. He was close to cumming. Marie squeezed his balls as tightly as she could, ruining his orgasm, even as the semen erupted from him.

“Oh, god!” Edward cried. “Oh!”

Marie removed the dildo from the harness.

“Keep that in there, bitch.”

Edward collapsed on the bed. He sighed.

“Did you enjoy that, Edward?” Marie asked.

“It was… the best ever.”

Marie patted his ass. “Remember that on your wedding night.” Then she turned around and removed the harness.

“Marie!” Edward said. “It’s not like that. I’m just marrying her—”

“Please shut up, you stupid boy,” she said. “You don’t get me. You don’t deserve me. I understand you better than anyone else in the entire world, and you chose her. You remember that. You don’t ever get to have me again. Ever.”

“But—”

“Ever.”

Marie pulled on her skirt and blouse.

“Please,” Edward begged. Marie stifled a laugh. He looked comical with a dildo sticking out of his ass. He reached around to pull it out. “Just let me clean up and we can talk about it.”

He removed the dildo and ran to the bathroom.

Marie picked up his phone and found the picture she had taken of Edward sucking her cock. She added it to a text message and hovered over his address book.

She could send it to all the friends Edward had bragged to about his sexual conquest of her. Hey guys, I love cock! would be a great message for them. Or even more cruelly, she could send the image to Chrissy. How shocked would she be when she got it? Marie could have all the revenge she craved.

Instead, Marie sent the message to herself. She tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed her purse, and was gone before Edward emerged from the bathroom.

END