The Mysterious Stranger

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I kept telling myself all week that I wasn't going to see him again, at least willingly. When I met him last week at the club when I was out with my girlfriends, I began this wonderful nightmare as he used me and demeaned me in ways I only imagined and secretly craved. When he first walked up to me I thought he looked like an arrogant ass.

I tried to ignore him but then he whispered in my ear "I know who you are and know what you are looking for."

I turned and stared at him a moment then as I started to turn away he snapped, "Look at me when I talk to you slut."

I couldn't believe he said that to me but my pussy tingled when he called me slut. I just stared at him and couldn't speak.

"Yes, you like that don't you? I told you, I know what you are looking for and I can give you what you want, what you crave." He said.

I couldn't speak and I offered no resistance as he took my hand and led me from the club and took me to his house. What followed was a wonderful night of terror and pleasure I couldn't believe. The way that man treated me, he demeaned me, humiliated me, and did dreadful things to me that I never thought possible. I knew I should feel ashamed by his rough treatment but I didn't.

When I got home that night I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and was shocked at what I saw staring back at me in the reflection. My hair was a mess, I had marks all over my body from his brutal treatment, bite marks on my breasts, my nipples ached from his torture and torment, and I still had his cum leaking from my body.

I thought, my god, how could I let this happen? Why did I give in so easily to this man? How did this stranger seem to know everything I needed and craved, but could never get from anyone, not my husband, not any boyfriend I ever in my life, how could he know? How?

He told me to come back on Friday at 7pm sharp but I couldn't let myself submit to that man again, could I? He did things to me that no one had ever done before, things that should have made me felt degraded and humiliated, but I loved it, I loved that I had absolutely no control over anything with him, but I couldn't go back, I couldn't, could I?

I kept telling myself all week that I wasn't going but on Friday I started getting ready. I showered and picked out some of my sexiest clothes, a very short skirt, see through top, no bra or panties, and my highest pair of spike heels. Even as I pulled out of the driveway I thought that I had no idea where I was going but deep down I knew, and I kept looking at my watch hoping I wouldn't be too late.

I pulled up to the address he gave me a week before and it was the same little house that he had brought me to before. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and said "You're late slut, get in here, now."

I did as I was told and quickly went inside, wondering what I let myself in for, what new glorious terror would this man impose upon me? He took a look at me in my sexy clothes and said "Nice outfit, but it's not necessary. Strip them off, NOW."

I complied and began removing my clothes. The blouse was first, since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties my breasts were exposed to his gaze yet again. I unzipped my skirt next, let it fall to the floor and stepped out it. Here I was, again, standing before this commanding stranger completely naked except for my heels and I didn't even know his name.

I was telling myself all week I wouldn't do this, but here I was again, willingly and unconditionally under his control, and just like before I was very aroused. I knew, but just didn't want to admit it, I liked being under someone else's control. Being ordered to do all sorts demeaning humiliating things, things that I only dreamed about, it was thrilling and aroused me more than I thought possible.

He then said "Hurry up slut, get on your knees and crawl over here in front of me."

My pussy tingled as he called me slut, and I did as I was told. I got on my knees and crawled across the floor to where he was standing. "Unzip my pants" he said.

I did as commanded and pulled his cock out. He rubbed his thick cock around my face for a few minutes and then said, "Open up" and put his cock in my mouth and said, "Start sucking slut."

A charge shot through my pussy as he again called me a slut. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock and sucked on his balls for several minutes as he was just looking down at me and smiling the whole time.

After about five minutes of this he then said, "Get up slut" and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

He then took some leather cuffs out of a drawer by the sofa and put them on my wrists. It was the same ones he used before. He then pulled out the same leather collar and secured it around my neck and attached a leather leash to it. He began to circle around me as I stood there, rubbing his hands over my body, his touch was like small bolts of electricity shooting into my skin. He was feeling my breasts, pinching my nipples hard which made me flinch, running his hand into the crack of my ass, and rubbing my pussy.

As he started rubbing his fingers between my pussy lips he could feel the wetness there, feel how much he was turning me on, how much I craved this. "You really are a horny little slut aren't you?" he said.

As he continued to rub my wet pussy I couldn't help but breathlessly reply "Yes."

He continued to rub my pussy as he said; "You're my slut aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your slut" I said.

"I knew you'd be back for more after the last time," he said.

"I had to come back and I'll do anything you want, anytime you want." I said.

"That's good, but you thought about not coming tonight didn't you? You thought about disobeying me" he said.

'No, I mean...I didn't....I wouldn't" I stammered as I thought again how did he know?

"Shut up slut." He said, as he grabbed the leash and started to drag me into the next room.

There was a table in the room that looked kind of like a massage table. He told me to get on and lay down on my back. He positioned me with my ass on the edge of the table and my legs were spread wide and secured to the extensions out to each side. He pulled my arms up above my head and tied them down so I was stretched out and completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

He said, 'You are good slut but you need a reminder to not ever disobey me."

Then he took a wide leather belt and began to whip me all over my body. My stomach, legs, breasts, everywhere. I was screaming and begging him to stop but he just kept up my torment.

Then he said in a very calm voice that sent shivers through my spine, "Just two more blows slut, and I'll know you will never disobey me again."

Then I felt the worst pain I have ever felt in my life and screamed as he brought the belt down hard on my exposed and vulnerable pussy, then I saw his arm rise again and tried to brace as he brought the belt down again. It did no good, I screamed again as the pain shot through my body and was worse than the first blow. I screamed and cried and begged him to stop again but he was already on me, plunging his cock into my abused and stinging pussy. To my surprise my cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure as he fucked me hard and I tried to fuck him back. He fucked me hard and fast for several minutes before I heard him moaning and felt his cock tense up and fill my pussy with his cum again.

I was still trying to recover from his rough treatment of me when he untied me and told me to get up.

"Remember last time I told you how I enjoy sharing my sluts and I would love to see you on your knees sucking other men's cocks and how much I would love seeing other men fuck your pussy and fill you with cum?" He said.

"Yes," I replied as my heart began to race and my abused pussy tingled.

"Tonight it's all arranged, you are going to get fucked by a group of my friends.' He said.

"How many do I have to fuck?" I asked.

"That doesn't matter slut," he said. "You will fuck as many as I tell you too."

My pussy tingled and dripped more as I thought that this was really going to happen. I couldn't believe it, this man has demeaned and humiliated me unlike anything I have ever experienced and now he was going to make me fuck a group of men and there was nothing that I could do about it. The thought of that again terrified me, and aroused me more than I had ever been. I asked myself again, how did he know?

He grabbed the leash that was hanging from the collar around my neck and started pulling me down the hall towards the garage. The whole way down the hall he kept saying,

"Move it slut" and how the "The real fun is about to begin."

He dragged me into the garage and said "No matter how many men I let fuck you in a night slut, I'll always be the first one and last one to fill your pussy with cum."

I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and running down my legs as he wrapped an overcoat around me before putting me into his car. He placed a blindfold over my eyes before we pulled out of the garage. We drove in silence for what seemed like an hour. I was more nervous, excited and terrified than I have ever been in my life. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my mind about what was going to happen to me