This is a single scene from a longer story. Because Reddit has a 40,000 character limit, I couldn't fit the full story here. There's a three month period of dating and negotiating before this scene, and a longer weekend of kink and sex, then more serious dating, follows it. IRL you have more check ins than I've added to this story.

"I will give you a few clues of how the next four days will go for us. I've changed the knob on this door. It locks from the outside. You'll be in here all weekend. The only time I'll let you out is to use the bathroom. You'll ask me very politely.” The thought is horrifically embarrassing to me. “I'll be right outside, so you can't escape. And I'll bring you your meals. You'll notice there are no chairs in this room now, so you'll sit on the floor. You won't have your phone or laptop, so no contact with anyone but me. Oh, and I forgot. When I decide you need a shower, I'll bathe you. Sometimes, I'll leave you sticky with your cum, my sweat, and other…fluids. I know how much you love cleanliness, so don't try to clean yourself up when I’m kind enough to let you have a bathroom break or brush your teeth. I’ll also feed you and take care of your other needs and desires. Isn’t that kind of me?”

He grinned, before leaning in to speak softly. “I want to break you in, my little kitten, I’m going to tame you. By the end of this weekend, you’ll be defiled, degraded, humiliated, beaten, whipped, caned, and of course, tied up for most of it. All things you tell me you like. And of course, you told me your safewords. You haven’t used them, so I know you what a whore you are because you must really want this.”

I felt - very warm. He pulled aside the skimpy lace panties - even I can feel how soaked they are - and ran a finger across my nether lips. I instinctively moan and arch toward him.

"I knew you were a whore pretending to be so shy and sweet, but so wet for me already? You’ll be begging me for more of my cock by the time I’m through with you. Since your pussy is already such a slippery, sloppy mess, that shouldn’t be too hard."

His tone grew more icy the more he spoke.He put a hand around my throat, constricting the sides of my neck a bit. “Please stop,” I whispered, feeling more scared of him than I had at any other point in our relationship. I’m confused. It’s as if the sweetness had been a mask. But we had talked about things like this. I didn’t think it would go quite like this, I had thought I’d be part of planning this. Or was this the mask, and the sweetness his reality? No, he was both in equal and opposite measure, like me, both dirty and nice.

My fear and confusion slowed my movements. He pushed harder. “Poor kitten, I can feel your heart beating and the tremble in your voice. But I’m not through with you. You have at least four more days of this, and hopefully, I’ll let you go at the end of it.” He slapped me again, more playfully this time. His length covered my body. I can feel his hardness, excitement brought on by my shock and fear, and in anticipation of all the things he’d started doing to me. He pushed his wavy hair from his face. It’s more animated than I’ve seen it yet, his eyes look electrified with excitement. He was almost glowing with cruelty and control. His excitement scares me even more, makes me feel smaller and more helpless. He grabbed my wrists easily with one hand.

“No!” I tried to wriggle under him. He slapped me again, and grabbed my black, straight hair - shoulder-length, worn down. I whimpered, “Please, let me go.” Another slap, to the opposite cheek.

“Please, please, Sir, I can’t -” Can’t what? Why did I call him Sir? Why does it feel so instinctive and easy to address him that way? Would that modicum of respect satiate his desire for power, help him be more merciful to me? I wanted this. I was dying for his cock, telling him what a masochistic pain slut I could be. I asked for it. Tears fill my eyes. I don’t notice the escalation in my fear until I hear myself make a small choking sound. Then, the awareness came back, I noticed that my heart was thumping so hard it felt as though it might fly out of my chest.

And - and I’m a masochist and a sub. The sharper my fear, the more wet my pussy feels. I'm soaked through, my body responding to his body and his forcefulness. My nipples were almost aching. I felt my legs and labia blooming open under him, the wetness spilling under me, probably messing up his sheets, revealing the darkness of my desires to him.

“Hey, shush, it’s okay. You’re not going anywhere. You can’t go anywhere. You’re a good little girl who needs to be hurt and have all three of her holes fucked hard so she can be a good kitten for her master. And you’re finally about to get what you need, aren’t you, kitten? C’mon, sweet little kitty cat, I can smell your wet, ready pussy.”

His words mocked me. My lip wobbled, and my tears spilled over. He’s right, I can’t go anywhere. I did want him in my holes, it’s almost embarrassing how badly I wanted him. And the crying is a release of all the emotion I felt. He stroked my cheeks, almost tenderly, before lightly, playfully slapping me again. He unsnapped my bra and pulled it away from me. I shivered as he twisted a nipple. Sucked it lightly. Went back to toying with it.

“Are you a masochistic little kitten that needs to be hurt and have her holes fucked, kitten?”I sniffled as I tried to control my fear. And my cheeks were burning with shame at his words.

“Kitten, I asked you a question, twice, and I expect you’ll be a good girl and answer my questions when I ask them. So tell me, now, are you a masochistic little kitten who needs to be hurt and have all three of her holes fucked?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was natural and right to call him Sir. After all, he had all the control, I had no choice, no control, and I couldn’t go anywhere. He could keep me here forever. He could beat me until he broke me, or forever disfigured me - and - I was making myself panic. He wouldn’t do that. Right? A chill ran up my spine, and I shivered.“Yes, what, kitten?”

I sniffled again. “Yes, Sir, I-I am a masochistic little k-ki-kitten who needs to be hurt and have-have all three of -her h-holes filled.” I whispered back. My head cleared. His body over mine felt like a heavy warm blanket, and my panic abated as I recited the humiliating, calming words. My chest heaved, and I sighed, giving in to him. There's nothing I can do, he'd take what he wants with force and violence because that’s what I told him I wanted and I wanted it and he wanted too, and that made me feel...at peace.

"Good girl. You got one word wrong, but I’ll let that slide. Or maybe it was a Freudian slip. Maybe you do need to be filled, without being fucked to orgasm.” So strange, how rewarding it was to be called a good girl. So little, in exchange for the promise of pain and the beginning of my defilement.“So, if I do this..." He nipped at my nipple, then pinched it while he watched my face. He just crossed the limit of my endurance, and my empty pussy clenched and the muscles throbbed in response.

I try to squeak out a ‘no’, but the word transforms to a brief, giddy scream as an orgasm of pain with no build up or anticipation blindsides me. I squeezed my eyes shut, let it roll through me. My thoughts and fears were emptied from my mind. I had no control over the reaction, over this feeling that was extreme that I had no choice but to give into it.I sighed, relaxing a bit more, and opened my eyes. I orgasmed too easily while he forced me. He smiled at me, condescendingly.

“Good little kitten, see how nice that was? It doesn’t matter how much you fight or struggle. There’s nothing you can do. I’m going to get these cuffs around your wrists and ankles, and bind you. And then, I’m going to beat you, then finally fuck you. If you’re a good little girl and take what I give you, I’ll not hurt you as much.” His voice dropped lower, almost a purr. “But those gorgeous tits, and that round curvy little ass - those need to be hurt for teasing and taunting me for so many months.” He pinched one nipple, then the other. Then, he wrapped my wrists in leather cuffs, then my ankles.

From his closet, he bought a strange sort of sawhorse, some rope, a little flogger, a cane and a whip. He moved me to his floor, between two hard points. “Can you do a reverse prayer?” I easily swung my arms behind me and clasped my palms against each other. He started working with the rope behind me. I closed my eyes, because rope took me to a giddy headspace. He knows this, because I showed him a photo of me, wearing a slutty black dress, head thrown back in laughter while I’m tied up and suspended. But that was me fully clothed, playing lightly at a party. This was me alone and vulnerable with him.

This wasn’t playing, it was the real thing. How quickly I went from fear through orgasm to giddy calm and back around. A laughing smile spread across my face. The rope went in gentle circles around my arms, and then more rope through that rope...and he hung the length of it tightly from a hard point on his ceiling. Then my ankles were cuffed, legs splayed, and my ankles were spread and bound to the hard points on his gorgeous shining wooden floor. Who has so many hard points? How long did he plan this?

"Look at you, baby. So helpless. You're not going anywhere. But you weren't going anywhere before." I was scared. And nope, I thought, feeling the tops of my thighs getting wetter, I have no self-preservation whatsoever, because that fear made me feel more excited and full of lust. He flogs my tits. Then, with my arms still behind me, he bent me down, so my backside was raised and my head touched the floor. He flogged my thighs, and ass. It was somewhat mild - or at least it is for me, floggers feel like so little - but it helped bring my blood to the surface of my skin, reddening me, and made me ready for his whip and cane. He made sure to cover the whole area, playfully striking again and again.

Then he smiled at me, and I saw the excitement glowing in his eyes. He pulled out a heavy blindfold and wrapped it around my eyes. He lifted my hair away, careful not to catch any of it. How strange, that tender little care-filled gesture. He didn't want to pull my hair with the blindfold, even though he had deliberately pulled my hair, and he had told me he was going to beat me. He made clear his intent to only hurt me with control, and the thought made me feel safe. Then he soothed my hair down, clearly enjoying the way it feels under his fingers, before grabbing it and pulling my head back purposely.

"Horny little fuck," he said, as he thrust two fingers inside my pussy. I gasped, my cheeks burned with embarrassment my horny wetness. He fucks his fingers in and out of me, pressing against a spot that felt amazing.

“Yeah, cum for me again, kitten. Prove you’re every bit the horny little slut you promised me you were.” I screamed as I felt my pussy tightening around his fingers. Then he pushed his wet fingers to my mouth, smelling of me. He moved them in and out, pushing them deeper and deeper, down into my throat, forcing me to relax to take them.

“Hm, good girl.” Then he lifted me up into a kneeling position, with my arms still in the reverse prayer. I screamed even harder as he wrapped his whip around my thighs, the sensation heightened because I couldn’t see the whip coming toward me. I could hear it, faintly cutting the air around us, and I could definitely feel it, striking my skin and leaving behind a streak of fiery pain. Then the crack of pain across my breasts. Thighs, then breasts..

"All I'd have to do is stroke a fingertip on your clit and you'd orgasm again."

"No, no, please Sir, please, please don’t do that…" I didn’t need the humiliation of cumming again, especially when he was being so cruel and hurting me.

"You’re right. Let's give you a different type of orgasm." I shrieked as his whip lashed my tits from my left. The rigid control he had displayed so far relaxed into something happy and playful as he struck me again from the right. And yet, I knew the control was still there, for I can feel it in how measured he was with his whip.

Over and over...until he came around, and untied the blindfold. I looked at him, and I saw him smile when he saw my tears of pain. Then he took up the cane, and he made it fall in evenly spaced layers on my tits and thighs. Such control and mastery. My breasts felt red and heavy, swollen with feeling, aching, they'd never be the same....maybe he had disfigured them forever…maybe I’d never be the same again, my body marked with his pain…and I felt a measure of despair and hopelessness.

"Please, please have mercy on me." I cried out.

“Oh, but why little kitten, when you're getting off so fucking well on my sadism? And I’m giving you what you crave.” The dreamy, gentle hopelessness descended deeper. I would take more pain, until he decided I wouldn't. I squeezed my eyes shut, silently willing myself to endure. Never to cry out again or to show weakness. He delicately moved around me, with soft steps that made me think of dancing. Cane in hand, violence hard and soft coursed through his hands. There was the fierceness I sensed. Startling little lashes fell all over my body and left burning red tracks on my skin. And he lashed out, hard, right tit, and turned tightly, even harder on my left. I was really flying now, too high to notice my laughter until I heard it as if from a distance.

“You took 30 lashes each, to your thighs and breasts. Not a bad start.” He held a glass of water to my lips, and I swallowed some. Then, he undid the rope, and he used cuffs he put on me earlier to bind my wrists and ankles to the sawhorse. He bent me over it, so my backside and holes were raised high for him to easily access. He puts a matching collar around my neck. My breasts ache where they touched the sawhorse.

"What a beautiful sight," he said as he caressed my pussy and ass, before his hand dipped lower to touch my aching thighs.

Pinch, he twisted one of his whip marks. I yelped and a short scream of release escaped me suddenly. "My toy - it needs more pain."

The words make me feel a shock of warmth and wetness. I dripped, making a mess of myself as the moisture ran down my legs...He pushed something thin and warmed by his hand into me. I can hear it, hear how wet I am, my legs shaking. It felt exquisite, he brushed it up against the sensitive left front inside of me, using his whip handle to give me yet another orgasm, to show me what a desperately horny slut I would be for him…I felt more humiliation after I finished on his whip again. I cannot allow myself to crack or show him weakness. I had to be graceful in my suffering and tears.

"I'm a toy, not even your sub or slut, a toy that you can use and keep clean or dirty, or put away and ignore..." I said, feeling a bit of defiance amid my hopelessness, willing him to do his worst.

"Good kitten. So obedient,” he cooed, condescendingly. A slice of his cane, harder than before. He made me scream again, my breath coming hard and ragged as I tried to catch it. "So soaked, little one," he said, fingers grazing me. I hear him lasciviously lick them. "Such a tasty pussy." That always got to me - someone licking their fingers after touching me. In that moment, I felt so accepted, that he appreciated the most intimate, most dirty parts of me. And it was even more delightful that it was him that’s so accepting of me.

"Kitten, what would you do to make me stop hurting you and convince me to start giving you orgasms?"

“Oh, please, please Sir, please have mercy on me, please don’t hurt me anymore Sir, please, you can use me instead, you could -” I swallow hard. “I mean, don’t you want to fuck me?”

Then, he cracked his cane so hard, right in the center of my ass, and I finally let a squeaky little cry out. I breathed out, panting, the rebellion and hopelessness and everything went out of me as I took the worst beating I’d ever gotten in my life. It feels like there’s no me anymore, I’ve gone beyond cognition and logical thought. It's quiet, as though my mind was floating while my body was controlled and in pure, fiery pain. The orgasms were reflexive, my body reacted while my mind was stilled to a blissful emptiness.

Then he pushed something into my exposed ass. Oh, a plug, and it felt slick with lube, I thought as I blinked away more tears I didn't realize had sprung to my eyes. Nothing felt quite real.He knelt in front of me. He took my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, following the lead of his lips, as always.

"Good, you're still with me," he whispered. I was, but I was flying too. He slapped me lightly, getting my attention so I felt forced to make eye contact. "Good, sweet little slut." And he used his cane on me, and I was drifting further. I felt the tears coursing down my cheeks, as if from a distance. It was agony and bliss.

When he gently removed me from the sawhorse, James held me in his arms, wordlessly. I gasp and shudder while he petted me. "Shhh, it's okay, kitten. We’ve been hanging out for what - over three months - and this is turning into everything I’d hoped and planned for. You are so good, sweetheart, and I’m so glad to finally have you like this." he said, still smoothing and petting my hair with one hand as his other arm tightly circled me. I didn't think it was possible for me to endure the feeling I had in my tits, thighs, and ass. They were on fire, and any slight abrasion, even his arms, felt like a spark that lights that pain.

He pulled the plug out, lifted me to his bed, and straddled me. The sheets under the burning backs of my thighs felt like they’d rub my cane tracks raw. But even worse, I knew what was coming next, and I knew it would happen without any say from me. I cannot stop it, especially as my body reacted by flooding his sheets with excitement. He locked my wrists by the cuffs to his cold, goth-industrial looking bed frame.And he spread and locked my ankles to the footboard, knotting rope because I wasn’t not as long as his bed. I was an upside-down Y in the center of his bed.

"Please, please, it hurts. Please, please, everything hurts so much. Please, please, please...not right now, it’s too much, everything is happening so fast, I just need more time," I almost sobbed, making it clear I know that the decision of what happened next was ultimately his alone, and I could only beg for mercy. But I wanted the closeness of what he was about to do to me, and I wanted to be filled by his cock for so many months. I squirmed under him, against the restraints.

“Kitten, you asked me if I wanted to fuck you. Yes, I want to fuck you. I went home and jerked off to fantasies of filling your holes with my cock after introducing you to my cane and whip. And I know you’re a dirty whore who likes it up the ass, but unless you can take me in that tight little hole without me stretching it for a while to fit my cock, I suggest you stop fighting me.”

My heart suddenly lodged into my throat. “Oh, don’t look so scared, kitten. You just had a lubed up plug in there. Maybe that’ll be enough for an anal slut like you? But if you’re a good girl, I’ll start with your pussy, since it’s already so drenched.” He stroked my cheek lightly before slapping me, his tone and touch almost playful, amused at his cruelty and my fear. I went still and quiet.

“Good girl, show me how badly you need it.” He reached down, filling me with his fingers. “What a messy little pussy.” He drew his fingers out, circled my clit, drawing circles that are tighter and tighter, the timing of his motions so perfectly methodical - and I squealed, squeezing down on his fingers as he roughly changed pace and pushed against the softest ribbed part deep inside me.

“Every bit as easy and slutty as you promised. I’ve barely even started with you. Poor starving kitten, aching to be played with. Were you waiting for it? Tell me, did this little kitty like how I toyed with it? Asked you what you liked? Let you describe your fantasies? Then made you wait for it? Did you like it when I called you an anal slut and cock sucking whore? Did you think I couldn’t read the frustration in your face, couldn’t smell how wet I made this sloppy pussy?” His fingers gently trailed my labia.

Oh. OH. OH MY GOD.

He slapped me lightly, to remind me that I’m supposed to answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me, kitten, did you go home and touch yourself on those nights when I convinced you to share your fantasies with me? Asking you questions and making you feel like I was safe, and too much of a gentleman to force you like this? Did you imagine I'd gently introduce you to submitting to my pain and cock? Did your fantasies get wilder and wilder, and your pussy more and more desperate for my cock and my pain?”

“Yes, sir, I did.” The confession brought a flood of wetness to my pussy. God, I wanted him inside of me, so, so badly. His hand is on my inner thigh.“So wet, you’re making such a mess of my sheets.”“No, please, please, Sir, please don’t, please, I’ll do anything - ”

“Oh, kitten. I could take whatever I wanted from you. There’s nothing you could offer up that I want more than your pussy right now. Maybe your ass instead?”

“No!”

“Then I suggest you shut up and take my cock in your wet pussy, my little slut.”

I saw the question in his face, looking at me wonderingly, but I don’t use my safewords. We exchanged power, and I used mine to make him feel more powerful then. He wanted the feeling of being trusted and accepted, even or maybe especially because he’s a cruel, sadistic demon, and not merely for his achievements or charm. And I gave him that, and he gave me pain, care, safety and giddy happiness through his cruelty. Our eyes locked for what felt like a small eternity but was likely only seconds. He grabbed a condom, unrolls it over himself, and drove a knee between my thighs. He steadied himself with a hand over my wrist restraints, and his other hand drove his cock between my legs, which were helplessly spread open for him. “Such a pretty sight,” he whispered, looking down as he poised to enter me. "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

I felt the tip of his cock, then the head, just pushed into me. And before he entered me fully, I shuddered in excitement and clenched around him uncontrollably. He closed his eyes, moaning as he thrusted into my soft, wet depths.

“God, kitten," he said as he opened his eyes to look into my face, amused and icy, pushing deeper inside. "You are the filthiest horny fuck. I didn’t even get it all the way inside you. Even sluts need to be worked up to an orgasm. You are so desperate to be filled and hurt that your horny pussy can't help itself." He pulled my aching nipples, and he twisted them and another orgasm hit me immediately. "I just push a few easy buttons, and you cum."

“Oh my god…” I moaned, his cock moving inside me, driving deeper and deeper, making me ache when his size pushed against my cervix.

“Yeah, kitten? Do you like this? My filthy little fuckoy. Like this hard cock railing you deep inside that tight, wet, needy little hole? Are you a desperately needy whore, kitten?”

“Yes, yes, God yes, please, I’m a desperate needy whore, please, please, keep fucking me.” I’ve never said that word out loud before, but now I screeched it, feeling myself tightening around him. He felt so good, so so fucking good inside me. He lifted off of me, flipped me over onto my stomach while twisting the ropes so that I’m still secured - my sore breasts protested in pain as they’re pushed down into this bed, then he dropped on top of me, I pushed my ass up slightly, enticingly, and he entered me again from behind.

I was on the edge of orgasm, if not orgasming, the entire time. He never let up. Of course, it’s also hot because it’s the fulfillment of our anticipation that had built over months of talking about kinks and sex. He made me scream, over and over, and I could hear him gasp and moan whenever I tightened on him with the agonizing bliss of another orgasm. Then he quickened and I swear he felt even harder, and I'd lose my mind. His delicious weight on top of me, our limbs tangled together. My body rose to meet his, he slammed into my pussy hard, into the ecstasy that existed between us, his deep, low moans contrasting with high shrieks, our sounds and limbs entangled, and then his gorgeous spasms, almost frightening in their violent strength, inside of me, as my muscles clenched to match him and I felt his orgasm filling me.

After he finished, he dropped on top of me, holding me in his arms, entwining his legs around mine, while I was still helplessly strapped down to his bed. His face is in my hair, breathing me in. He kissed the back of my neck before he pulled out, carefully tying off the condom and dropping it off the side of his bed. “Poor helpless kitten,” he said as he turned me to face him and wrapped himself around me for a few moments, nuzzling my neck, kissing me again.

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