“If you don’t want me seeing this room so badly, you could always blindfold me?” I try and say as innocently as possible, but we both know that I really, really mean it. Ever since my co-worker Arthur let slip on a zoom call that his basement was being used for… nefarious purposes, I had been “joking” nonstop about getting to use it. Specifically, to use it with him. If asked, it was always a joke.

A joke, right. Turns out if you joke about wanting to fuck your co-worker enough, he’ll soon find an excuse to invite you around. What a surprise that the drill I needed ended up in the basement.

“Wait here.” He says. I’m confused. Did he seriously only invite me over to give me a drill? I didn’t really need the drill, you know. I needed him. But he quickly returns, with a small piece of fabric in his hand.

Oh.

“If you want it so badly, then here.” He says, as he places the blindfold around my eyes. I’m already starting to feel a little aroused, and we haven’t even done anything yet. After a bit of adjustment, he moves away, back through the doorframe into the basement. “Come through.”

I feel my way through the door, and hear him shut the door behind me.

“Good. Now strip for me.”

I freeze. This is very sudden. All of a sudden I am incredibly aware of the situation I am in. I’d call him shameless, but I got myself into this situation. I wasn’t exactly subtle, and we weren’t even that close to begin with either. My cheeks start to burn up with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” He mocks in a sing-song voice. “Where’s that cocky attitude I’ve had to deal with these past two weeks?”

“I.. uh.. I-“ I stutter, unable to get a coherent sentence out.

He shushes me, before grabbing my chin in his hand. He opens my mouth, and I can feel something silicon slip inside my mouth, nearly hitting the back of my throat.

A gag?

 He fastens the cock gag around my face. “That’s the last I want to hear from you. Don’t act like you don’t want this. From here on out you will do exactly as I say. Take your clothes off. I won’t ask you again.”

My face bright red, I slowly remove each of my articles of clothing, ending with my panties. I hope he doesn’t notice my glistening pussy. It’s embarrassing how turned on I am already, and he’s hardly touched me.

He doesn’t seem to notice, and he grabs me by my wrists to guide me through the room. I feel uneasy deprived of my sight, but in no time I am where he wants me. He helps me onto a leather table, and the straps beneath my wrists tell me what this is. I quickly slip my wrists into the loops, which brings out a slight snicker.

“You really are desperate for this, huh?” He remarks as he fastens the straps around both my wrists and ankles, leaving me completely immobile.

His footsteps lead away from the table and to a box somewhere in the room. I can hear him rummaging through a box, looking for the perfect instruments to use on me. It feels like forever I lie there, desperate for his touch, but eventually he returns.

I feel the gentle sensation of leather trailing across my back. Teasing me, taunting me about what’s to come. My body tenses; my pain tolerance isn’t that great. But I can’t help feeling even more turned on, knowing that I have no control over what he is going to do to me.

“Do you know what this is?” I can hear his voice from behind me.

“Mpphmpgmh” I whimper an affirmative through the gag.

“Good.”

The first crack of the whip against my body made me yelp out in pain. Just as a burning sensation began to course across my back, another crack elicits a moan of pain. I thrash against the restraints holding me in place, which earns me another lashing.

“You’ve been practically begging me for this all week. Did you think I’d go easy on you? This is exactly what you wanted.”

A mess of sound leaves my throat, but I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say. It is true. I had been blatantly “hinting” about wanting to see his basement for a while now.

Not that I’m getting to see it, I suppose.

Before my thoughts get too coherent, the whip flogs down against me again. I let out another muffled squeal.

The lashings keep going for what feels like hours. Tears are running down my face, and my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls. Any thoughts I could have had just turn to mush. My legs are trembling, but most noticeably there is a clear pool below my pussy. When Arthur stops, it’s the first thing he comments on.

“Wow, you are really loving this. You’re being such a good pain slut for me, Sammy.” He croons. “You took that so well.”

I give a half groan, half moan in response. I still feel like my head is in the clouds, but my dazedness is quickly interrupted by his fingers running along my slick cunt.

“You want this?”

I whine, and desperately pull against my restraints, to feel as much of his fingers as possible. It isn’t much, but my pussy is aching to feel anything. Slowly his fingers dip inside of me, and my hips involuntarily start moving to feel as much as possible.

I feel a sharp slap against my ass, which isn’t much compared to the lashing of before, but catches me off guard.

“Keep still, whore. You don’t have any choice in what I do to you.”

I try and stay as still as possible, which is really fucking difficult when Arthur seems like he’s taking this as slowly as possible. Prolonging my desperation. Whenever I feel like I’m getting close, he somehow seems to know and slows down. The noises I make should quite frankly terrify anyone, but Arthur seems to take joy in it. Knowing how much pleasure I feel. Knowing exactly how much more I need. Knowing how much I need him.

He speeds up again, and this time he doesn’t stop when I get closer. My moans get louder and louder, as his fingers pound my pussy. The combination of the fiery pain I still feel on my back, and his masterful strokes in my cunt brings me rapidly to the edge, and soon enough it gets too much. My body explodes with pleasure, my legs shaking violently in their bonds. He gently draws back, and walks around to face me.

He detaches the strap holding the gag inside my mouth. It makes my heavy breathing all the more obvious. The force of the orgasm that just coursed through my body would leave anyone panting. I feel the blindfold being untied from my head, and when it comes off he is at face level to me.

“Did you enjoy that?” He says with a smirk. The answer is a bit obvious, and I’m still not really capable of talking yet, so I smile and nod.

“Good. You just let me know if you ever need any other tools, by the way. I have plenty down here.”