3 comments/ 99848 views/ 3 favorites Caught in His Own Trap By: Katthrynn (legal note - true rape is never cool and is illegal) (sorry. just had to include a disclaimer) William watched, stunned, as his game became deadly serious. He had meant it as a joke to tease his secretary with whom he was having an affair. He’d asked her to come over that night supposedly to work on a proposal. He’d arranged to have some of his friends come over and break in like criminals. They were to tie them up and threaten to rape Mary. Then they were going to let them go and explain the joke. That had been William’s plan anyway. But plans had been changed somewhere along the road. Jim, Mark, Andrew and Stewart had their own ideas. “Did you really think we’d just walk away after you set up this tasty dish for us?” Jim asked. “You were just going to let us smell it and then take it for yourself, weren’t you? You get the chick and we get nothing? Just like in high school.” "Christ!" thought William. "Jim is STILL pissed he couldn’t get laid in high school. Get OVER it already!" “Bill, what are they talking about?” screamed Mary. Mark stood in front of her bound and kneeling form. “Didn’t you know? Your beloved boss asked us to come over. He said you had these hard-core rape fantasies and he wanted to give you a special thrill. He thought we were going to stop with just scaring you. But we’re not. You see, we’ve known Bill a long time and he’s got some payback coming. So now, both of you are going to get it.” “Both of us?” Mary looked scared and confused. “You didn’t think we were going to make just you pay for his crimes, did you? He’s got to pay too?” “But why me? What have I done?” Andrew laughed coming back into the room with a pair of scissors from the kitchen. “You didn’t have to do anything, hon. You’re a hot looking woman, we’ve got tied up and helpless. We’re going to ride you all night long.” “All night long. Hehehe.” Echoed Stewart, Andrew’s weasely little renfield. Stewart was a tiny man, about 5’3” who always waited about one day too long to shower. William had been silent during all of this trying to figure a way out for both of them if he could do it, but for Mary at least. Jim was the leader, if this quartet of assholes had a leader. If he could convince Jim, the others would go along. “Hey Jim. How about cash? I’ll give you $10,000 to let us go.” “10,000. Bullshit! You don’t even have a grand, let alone 10.” “I will, as soon as this deal is done. $10,000. Cash.” “An IOU? What kind of fool do you think I am? I still have some of those from high school.” "You’re so full of shit." William thought. "So easy to forget all the money I gave you in college." Out loud he said, “Okay, how about pussy? Better than Mary. You know Linda that stripper up who works at Spider’s place? I could get her here in 30 minutes.” “No way, Bill. You’re not talking your way out of this.” Jim turned towards Mary. “Stewart, strip him. I’ll take care of her. Give me the scissors.” He proceeded to cut Mary’s shirt off her revealing her beautiful white breasts overflowing her tiny bra. Despite himself, William started getting hard. She looked gorgeous tied and helpless, her face a mask of fear and confusion. Okay, he had planned on being the one cutting her clothes off her, but still... . His vision was blocked by Stewart standing in front of him sniggering childishly. He reached up to rip Williams shirt, but Williams voice stopped him. “Don’t you dare, asswhipe. That’s a silk shirt.” Stewart look confused for a minute, but then carefully unbuttoned the shirt. “Think your so high and mighty. You won’t by the time we’re done with you. You’re going to get it. Hard.” His words mocked William, but he carefully took all of William’s clothes off and laid them gently on the couch. Over Stewart’s shoulder, Bill watched Jim cut the rest of Mary’s clothes off of her. Soon she was kneeling there wearing nothing but rope binding her wrists and ankles. “Hurry up Stew, you take too long.” Mark knocked Stewart out of the way and grabbed Bill by the arm. He forced him to kneel opposite Mary. Jim leaned down into Williams face. “Looked like your secretary was one hell of a cock sucker from the way she was going at it when we got here. Lets see how she does against a real cock.” “Wait!” Called Andrew. “What is this?” He was at the dining room table w/ Mary’s purse dumped all over it. He held up a vibrating egg. He walked over and held it up to Mary. “What is this?” “What do you think it is? An Easter egg?” “What’s it doing in your purse?” “I wore it on the way over here.” The men all burst out laughing. “I guess you’re so hot for you boss, you couldn’t even wait to get over here before getting off." “Hey fellas, this egg looks cold. You have to keep eggs warm don’tcha, if you want ‘em to hatch. Lets put this someplace warm.” He flipped the egg on and tucked it up Mary’s snatch. Mary gasped as she felt it slip inside. Immediately she pushed it back out. Andrew got angry. “Ungrateful bitch! Don’t you appreciate my gift? Fucking whore. I guess you’re cunt is so loose from fucking your boss, you can’t keep anything up there.” He took off his belt. “Bend her over the chair, Stew.” Stew dragged Marry up and forced her head into the dining room chair. William was breathing heavy and he knew his cock was hard as a rock. He knew what was coming and he couldn’t wait. He’d beat Mary a few times, but knew she wasn’t up to anything really rough. He’d planned on building her up to it gradually. But Andrew, he knew, didn’t care. The more he hurt them, the more he loved it. Period. Andrew stepped up behind Mary and brought the belt down hard on her ass. She screamed. He hit her again and she screamed louder. “Stop it, you mother fuckers!” Andrew didn’t answer. He just hit her again. And again. And again. William counted twenty before Jim made Andrew stop. Mary was sobbing hysterically. Andrew glared at him. He didn’t want to stop. “Don’t forget William.” Jim reminded him. “He’s the real reason we’re here.” Andrew grinned horribly. “Yeah, lets see if you can take more than your slut here. Get this bitch out of my way. Stewart, bring him over.” Mark helped Mary out of the chair, gently. “It’s okay. It’s over now. There there.” He rested her head against his chest and stroked her hair lovingly. “It’s going to be alright.” Mary started to relax against the unexpected kindness, then suddenly she felt Mark’s fingers between her thighs. He pushed the egg back in. “Don’t forget this. Now, don’t drop it again. I wouldn’t want Andrew to get angrier.” He chuckled evilly. His fingers tickled her clit and slid up to her heavy breasts. “You are sooo hot. I can’t wait for my turn.” Mary stared at him in disbelief. He had been so kind a moment ago. He just winked at her and walked away. William had been bent over the chair in the exact same position she’d been in just a minute ago. “Lets see how many you can take.” Andrew said bringing the belt down on his ass. "A hell of a lot more than you can dish out," thought William. He’d taken harder beatings than this asshole could give out before he was 19. "Still, it’s been awhile," he thought clenching his teeth. Mary watched as Andrew sadistically whipped her boss as hard as he could. She couldn’t remember how many she’d been given, but it looked like William was getting a lot more. His ass was reddened, now it was bruising before her eyes. She was keenly aware of the egg humming along in her pussy. It was her favorite toy and always got her hot, but never quite her off. That’s what she loved about it. She knew her nipples were hard and she was getting excited despite her fear, her aching ass and the fact she was about to be raped by three of her boss’ friends. She wanted William’ cock desperately. She watched him take his beating and desperately wished she were under him with his cock buried in her pussy. "My God!" She thought. "How much can he take?!" Andrew was apparently thinking the same thing. “Scream, you sonofabitch. Scream! I want to hear you say it hurts.” “Is that all you want?” Asked Bill and let out a shout. “Ahhhh…ow! It hurts, you jackass.” He said it in such a mocking way, it was an exposure of Andrew’s weakness not his own. Mark and Jim burst out laughing. “He got you there. Andrew. Let him go.” “No, I want to really hurt him.” “Too bad.” said Jim. “You set yourself up for that. Besides, I want to get to the main event.” Stewart grabbed William and positioned him opposite Mary again. Jim swaggered up to her, opening his pants. “Lets see how this bitch does with a real man’s cock. Open up bitch.” Mary wanted to resist, but she was afraid of Andrew’s belt. Her eyes flickered to William who nodded imperceptibly. She opened wide and let Jim stuff his cock into her mouth. For all Jim’s bravado, he was noticeably smaller than William. Of course, most people were. William was 8 1/2 inches long and 2 inches around. Jim’s was only about 6 inches and about an inch around maybe an inch and a half. Mary sucked his cock for all she was worth anyway. It was clean and it tasted good. It was smooth and slick with precum and now Mary’s saliva. Mary loved to suck cock and she knew she was the best in town. Jim was stealing the best head of his life. Mary hoped later, she’d get the chance to cut his cock off him and keep it as a souvenir. Her eyes flickered back to William. He couldn’t disguise the lust in his face. His huge hard cock pointing straight at her. She felt his stare right down to her pussy. His excitement added to her own – the excitement she felt watching him get beaten. She renewed her attack on Jim’s cock. If William got excited watching her mouth get raped, she was going to give him a show to remember. Jim grabbed her head and moaned. He shoved his cock all the way in and Mary swallowed it all with ease. He fucked her face hard, Mary felt his cock swell, then she felt him explode as he shot his cum down her throat. Mercifully, he was soo deep in her mouth, she didn’t taste a thing. Jim stumbled back from her and sat down in the chair. “Me next. Me next.” Stewart shouted jumping up and down. His dirty little cock hanging out of his pants. “Your not getting that filthy little cock anywhere near me.” answered Mary, her stomach retching at the very thought. Mark laughed and pushed Stewart out of the way. “This woman is for men, not little boys. Go find yourself a little girl, shorty.” Mark had undressed and stood proudly in front of her. His thick 7 ½ inch cock pointed straight at her mouth. “Open up, honey. I’ve waited long enough.” Mary swallowed his cock whole without protest. The egg and William’ excitement had worked magic on her. She was getting into the scene. Except for her burning ass, she could almost believe this was a game. A game set up for her by her beloved boss, to help her live a fantasy. Because she had fantasized about rape her entire life. She knew real rape and rape fantasies were quite different and she’d always been ashamed of her desires. But one night she had whispered them to William across a pillow and he had assured her he knew many women who had dreamed of rape. So now, living her fantasy, although not quite how she imagined it, Mary worked on giving Mark the best head in the world. With only her mouth to use she had to get creative. She sucked, she licked. She nibbled his balls. She went faster and faster until she felt him about to explode, then she slowed down to hold him off. All the while her eyes kept going to William, her real audience. She could see the lust plastered to his face. She wondered if he would cum just from watching her. "She’s getting off on this." William thought as he realized. He was amazed. "She’s wonderful." He watched her sucking Mark and he knew what her mouth could do and knew Mark was getting a blowjob for the record books. His cocked ached wishing it was in her mouth instead. Or in her pussy. He watched her hips thrusting forward trying to get off on the egg in her pussy. Impossible, he knew. He had picked out that model for exactly that reason; he wanted her desperate for him when she wore it. He imagined her straddling him while she was forced to swallow Mark’s cock. Forced to ride him as she sucked Mark. He could feel precum dribbling down his shaft. Suddenly Stewart stepped in front of him. “You’re not doing anything, little girl. Time to open wide.” William did as he was told. Sucking dick wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he’d done it enough to be passably good at it. He knew the only weapon he had over these thugs (at least for now), was to be completely impervious to everything they did. He couldn’t stop them, but he could make it not matter. And that made their revenge as limp as a dead fish. First thing he did was let as much of his spit dribble on to Stewart’s dick as he could. (And Stewart did have a dick. It was nowhere close to being a real man’s cock. It was just a wimpy little dick) Hopefully he could wash off some of that dirt. Then he worked Stewart over as best he could. He wasn’t as good as Mary, but it was certainly the best head, Stewart would ever get. The faster Stewart got off, the faster he’d get out of William’s way, and he could watch Mary again. William felt a wet finger on his ass. Andrew. He felt the finger push into his anus. He should have guessed it’d be Andrew who took him first there. “You’ve got a tight little ass here, Bill. I always knew you were a tight ass.” "And you always wanted a piece of it, you sadistic fuck." William thought at him. Andrew lined his cock up with William’s ass, grabbed William’s hips and drove his cock into William’s ass ripping past anything that tried to stop him. Bill felt his ass tear and knew he’d be bleeding there tomorrow. It had been ages since he’d been ass fucked without lubricant. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to subside refusing to make a sound. Suddenly Stewart erupted in his mouth and he swallowed what there was of Stewart’s pathetic little orgasm. "Man, this guy is lame in everything he does," he thought. Thankfully, Stewart moved so William could watch Mary once again. Jim was moving behind her. His cock hard again. Mary was going to be double pumped. She’s going to love it. He thought. Mary had watched Stewart force William to suck him and got slightly nauseous thinking of Bill tasting that nasty little penis. But he swallowed it without complaint and Stewart came in record time. She watched Andrew take him from behind and William refuse to cry out. She stared (never letting up on Mark’s delicious cock) as Andrew pounded the hell out of her boss’ ass. She jumped as she felt fingers on her clit. Jim was rubbing her saying, “Time to take that thing out and put this cunt to real use.” He pulled the egg out and slipped his iron hard cock up her pussy. Thank God! Finally! she thought. She pressed backwards to stuff his cock as deep into her as it could go. Jim laughed out loud. “Hey Mark. The fucking bitch is getting into it. She’s getting off on being raped!” “Fucking hell, this is the hottest little slut I’ve ever seen.” answered Mark. “She’s not as hot as her fucking boss. He’s the best piece of ass I’ve had in awhile.” Andrew reached up and untied Williams hands and pushed him down on all four. “I’m going to rip his ass up.” “Looked like you already did that.” Jim laughed. Crouched on his hands and knees watching his lover being used and abused, feeling his ass getting ripped apart, William flashed back to his youth, to being trained at Seaton House. Kidnapped at 18 and trained to be a sex slave. Raped, beaten and abused and then trained as a master in his turn. Locked in his secret, secret heart was the fact that Bill had loved his training. Loved every minute of it. Loved both sides of it. For years he’d been the Master in the bedroom and in every other part of his life. But now, caught in his own trap, being raped again, this time, by the riffraff, he was back there. And beautiful Mary, caught too. Raped and abused and loving it, just like he did. He felt his cock swell even harder. The brutality of Andrew’s pounding, pushing him over the edge. His first involuntary sound of the night was the shout of his own orgasm as he stared at Mary and relived his youth. Mary watched, riveted, the lust and passion mount in William’ face. She saw his cock swelling and knew it wouldn’t be long. She looked at his face and saw him gazing back at her. He only partly saw her, she could tell. He was looking at something beyond her, beyond the room and whatever it was, it was pushing him over the edge. The sound of his orgasm triggered hers and she screamed out around Mark’s hard cock. Her body twitching and writhing around the two cocks in either hole. “Oh God!” Jim shouted as her clenching pussy set off his orgasm. A second later Mark let loose his wad down her throat. Mary barely tasted it as she shuddered through the waves of her own orgasm. Her eyes shut tight holding the sight of William orgasming before her eyes, she screamed out her own passion as Mark’s cock slipped from her mouth. It took everyone a moment to recover. “Sonofabitch! That was the hottest piece of ass I ever had.” Jim announced as he pulled up his pants. “Let’s get out of here.” “What about me?” Stewart asked. He’d taken off his pants, but not his shirt and looked ridicules with his half hard cock peeping out from under the hem. “What about you?” Mark asked stepping into his pants. “You got off, didn’t you?” “In his mouth. I want some pussy, too.” “Oh shut up.” Andrew said fully dress again. “You’re lucky you got what you did. Now come on.” All four of them marched out the door. Stewart pulling on his pants again as he tried to keep up. When they were gone, William untied his ankles and untied Mary. He pulled her onto his lap as they sat on the floor. “I am soo sorry. I didn’t expect them to pull this.” The reality of what just happened started to hit Mary and she was shivering in his lap. “Do you want to call the police?” he asked her. “If I do, will they arrest you too?” “Probably, I set it up. They’ll claim it was all my idea.” Mary took a deep breath. “No. Involving the police would be a bad idea all around.” “Yeah.” William agreed. “But you could.” “No. Lets just forget it.” “You should stay her for the night.” He said lifting her off him and standing up. “Come on. Lets shower.” They showered together and then laid cuddled up under the covers in his king size bed. “William.” “Yes.” “Just one more thing.” “Yes.” He pulled her close against him. She snuggled against him, but her voice was as cold as the Arctic Ocean. “If you ever do that again, I will kill you.” He breath stopped for a moment, just a second, at the cold tone in her voice and then he just pulled her closer and kissed her head. Caught in His Own Trap John Jarvis sat down in the outdoor lounge chair he kept on his front porch, took a match to his already full tobacco pipe and puffed rapidly on the stem to get it started. Soon, he had settled into slowly leisurely puffs and felt himself relax. This was one of those earned moments. A failed marriage, a dead mother and successful career had bought him retirement at 52. The failed marriage was long in the past -- college sweetheart, 10 years of matrimony, no children, 8 years happy, one mediocre and one bad one before the end. His mother had died a year ago now at age 81, suddenly and painlessly of a stroke. That meant the huge Craftsman-style house in which he'd grown up in the Everleigh district of Central City was his. The death had happened just two months after he was forced out of the real estate development business he'd built with his partners. The market had been white hot in 2006, and they'd had to buy him out at top dollar. After all, the future looked bright. He had had to chuckle silently to himself when he thought back on it. John hadn't thought his partners were doing him a favor at the time. He'd been furious, but they said they were tired of his negativity and Cassandra-like predictions of doom. They'd blamed him for killing a deal. So, with a low seven figures sum in his bank account, John had moved back home with his money just as the market started to collapse. At almost 6,000 square feet, he decided he didn't want to use all of the space. It had a full basement, ground floor, second floor and finished attic. With his engineering background, he'd set about remodeling. Finding construction workers, carpenters, sheet rockers et cetera hadn't been a problem as the real estate market cratered. Central City had never been as white hot a market as other nationwide, but it still felt the chill. Within a few months of intense activity, John had finished the conversion of the attic into a master suite and two of the four bedrooms into a family room and kitchen. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms and at $200 below the average rent for a comparable space in that part of CC, well, he didn't have to wait long for renters. The first inquiries were from Bayard University students. He turned them away. Grad students, maybe, but not undergrads. He was puffing on his pipe when he saw a woman circle the block twice in a five-year-old BMW. When she stepped out, he sat up a little straighter. She was a knock out, in her early forties but still turning heads with her shapely five-eleven figure and long legs. Her dark hair was cut in a sort of assymetrical bob. Whatever it was, John found it cool and exciting. Her jacket and scrubs couldn't mask her assets. When she approached the porch and said, 'Hi.' John quickly stood up. Introductions were made. Hands were shaken.The raven-haired MILF - she had two teenagers -- was Mercedes Thompson, an RN and recently divorced from a vascular surgeon. She'd been a stay-at-home mom until a year ago. "The divorce is almost final," she said. "I agreed to give up the house for more cash and child support and college for David and Lizzie. But, I'd like them to stay in Everleigh. They have friends here and they go to Dunbar. This looks great on the outside. Can I get a tour?" Of course, John agreed. She was very impressed and loved the rent. "Why so low?" "I don't want to deal with keeping it occupied. I want to find the right person and keep them. Also, I'm not doing it for the money. I didn't really want to leave the house. It was my Mom's and the project gave me something to do to ease into retirement." He paused, "Mercedes ..." "Please, call me 'Meri.'" John smiled, "Meri, you seem like you'd make a great tenant. If you want to rent it, I'll seriously consider you. It's first month and another month security deposit. I want to sleep on it. I'm not sure about noise and the teenage kids. My ideal tenant would be empty nest faculty or a retiree." Meri convinced him her daughter, who was starting at Bayard in a few months, wouldn't be at the place except to sleep. Her son would spend half the time at his dad's place. John finally waved his hands in the air and said, "I surrender. Let's sign a lease and you write me a check." He wasn't entirely sure why he had given in so quickly, except his intuition just told him to grab the opportunity. Before the end of the month, she was all moved in. John even helped her unload and unpack. David and Lizzie seemed like good kids. Weeks passed. Lizzie went to Bayard as planned and indeed, David was only an occasional presence. It was going to be OK. Then, it happened. It was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Since his divorce, John had two serious girlfriends and one fiancee, but he had commitment issues. For much of his late 40s he'd contented himself with Internet hookups and then found himself addicted more and more to kink. In online profiles, he identified as a solosexual. It was fancy way of saying he beat off a lot. It was a way to avoid his commitment phobia and still satisfy his deep sexual needs. Ever since moving back to Central City, he had ventured deeper into subspace. His biggest, newest turn on was self bondage before a webcam Mistress. Lately, it was Mistress Lena, petite blonde with a princess brat personality. John would bind his hands behind his back, his wrists cuffed in a thick plastic and metal set of handcuffs. Before doing that, he would place his cock and balls in a leather cock ring and harness and his ankles in a shackles. Mistress Lena knew just how to punch his buttons. She would threaten to send guys and women from CraigsList to his house to suck off and lick. Lena would heap verbal abuse on him, telling him he was just a lowly beta and it was his duty to serve alpha women. For 30 minutes, the Mistress would work him into a psychosexual lather and then abruptly end the call. Denying him any release from her. That's exactly what had happened that October night in 2009. When the call ended, John uttered his voice command to the cuffs: "314 Release!" It didn't respond. He felt a momentary flutter of panic but controlled it. He repeated the command, nothing. John started to wriggle and strain and positioned himself in front of the mirror he kept in his home office for these webcam femdom sessions. Seeing himself trussed up always added to his humiliation and excitement. This time though, he had a more everyday use for the reflection, examining the cuffs. That's when he saw the problem. Somehow the plastic clip lock on the battery compartment had come loose and the batteries had fallen out. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. The batteries were on the carpeted floor about two feet from his chair. John lowered himself with a thud and next attempted to put the batteries back in place. It was impossible. He could grab the cylinders but not get them into the compartment. For the next two hours, John tried everything, dozens of attempts to do it by hand. He tried arranging the batteries against the floor in hopes he could snap them into the open compartment long enough to activate the voice command. Nothing was working. His arms and legs were getting cramped and sore. At 52, he was on the verge of balling like a baby with frustration. John had to accept defeat. He could call emergency services, but that seemed risky. With real dread he managed to wake up the voice bot on his phone. "Call Meri," he said with a tired, hoarse voice. The phone dialed. "Hello, this is Meri. Is this John?" he heard Meri ask. He also heard some faint club noise in the background, music and people. "Yes, this is John. Meri, you can't believe how much I don't want to bother you with this, but I've sort of locked myself within my own house. I thought I was fixing it, but I think I made it worse," he lied. Although he knew she was likely to discover the truth soon, he couldn't bear revealing it on the phone. Besides, he might scare her into telling others. John thought she would be discrete, but everyone slips now and then. Meri laughed. "Well, it is almost 2 o'clock in the morning, John, but you happened to catch me at the end of a girls' night out." That would explain the club noise and her slightly slurred speech. "Things are wrapping up. I'll get Donna to drop me off first. She drew the DD straw for tonight. I still have the spare key on my keychain." Meri had watered his plants and fed his fish while he was at cousin's wedding in September. "That's a relief," John said. "I thought you might. Meri, please don't say anything to your friends. I'm a little embarrassed by all this." She reassured him. While he waited, John thought about covering himself up but it seemed pointless. However, he could minimize things. Feeling like a beached seal or walrus. John managed to wriggle himself onto the sofa in his man cave and then roll himself into the corner with his face toward the sofa back. That way his cock and balls and face would be covered and the cuffs toward Meri when she came in. His captivity was about to be over, and John didn't know whether to panic or thank his good luck. He tried to concoct alternate stories to explain his situation but when he analyzed them they fell apart even under the lightest scrutiny and skepticism. John finally decided not to explain anything. In the course of his thinking, he was surprised to discover his cock was hard as a rock again. More than once he had asked himself why humiliation sometimes was arousing. Meri was an attractive mother of two and appeared to be solidly middle class. She even went to church from time to time. What would she think? Would she regard him as a moral degenerate? A pervert? Although those thoughts made his dick erect, the sounds of Meri entering his some upstairs were like a cold dash of water, cooling his lust and shrinking his cock and balls. Theoretical, fantasy humiliation was one thing. Actually confronting face-to-face humiliation was another. He heard the door open to the basement steps and her footsteps descend. "Oh, my God!" he heard her exclaim. "Holy shit!" John turned crimson red. "WTF, John?!" John quickly explained what she needed to do. Too stunned yet to say anything more, Meri complied. As soon as the batteries were in, the cuffs beeped and he entered his voice command. They opened and he sprang into action, taking the key on the chain around his neck to undo the shackles, he ignored the cock ring and ran to the half bath, closed the door and shouted through it asking Meri to leave. John removed the cock ring and harness and peed. He heard her walk up the stairs as he did. His flushing though masked the sound of her closing the door and descending again. That's why when he walked out he again was fully nude. John yelped in surpise. "Jesus Christ, Meri," he covered his privates with his hands. She laughed. "John, we're grown ups here. I'm a nurse, and was married for a long time and no one else is around. I already saw it all just a minute ago," she asserted. "I think I at least need an explanation since I live upstairs. Did some prostitute do this to you and rob you or something, John?" "No! God, no, Meri." "That's good. Because although they're to the age when they can handle themselves, I don't want to expose my children to potentially dangerous situations. Or me." Being single and childless, John hadn't thought of that. "Sit down and let's talk, John," she said in her firmest Nurse Thompson voice. He complied. At first, he was reluctant and begged her to just leave, but just a few minutes of probing questions resulted in John finally spilling everything. It seemed the only way to get her to go. He was halfway through his full confession when he realized what he was doing. Still he kept going, telling her more than he ever imagined, and it was something of a relief to tell someone in person about it. As he was winding down, Meri cut him off. "That's very interesting, John. Let me tell you why." Maybe it was the after effects of the booze or the growing loneliness that comes in the early stages of the post-divorce period, but Meri returned the confession in kind. "One of the major problems my husband and I had is we both are strong-willed and have dominant personalities. Both of us were the oldest children in our families. Sometimes that led to some good angry sex and when we supported each other, big accomplishments professionally and otherwise. Our kids are great. It wasn't all a loss, John, but in the end, he left me for a woman 10 years younger who waits on him hand and foot," she said with a slight undertone of bitterness. "Despite all my bossy bitchness, I find strong men appealing. Maybe..." She searched for words. "Oh, hell, John, I don't understand it. I'm sopping wet and horny. Maybe it was the margaritas." Meri stood up in her slinky black dress and flats. With her arms akimbo, she said, "Get that cock ring thing wherever you put it. Bring it to me, you little worm." It was now almost three in the morning, and John still hadn't cum. Meri's attitude had his cock at attention almost instantly. He returned with the cock ring. Meri took it from him without a word, held it up in front of her face, examined it and handed it back. "Put it on." John quickly obeyed. "Lay down face up on the carpet, bitch." John again complied. His heart was pounding. The room suddenly seemed 10 degrees warmer. As he watched, Meri kicked off her shoes and slipped off her panties. "Betty went off on a one-night stand tonight," Meri explained. "Donna went home to fuck her brains out with her hubby. I thought I was going to bed again with my vibe. Can you be better than my vibe, John?" "Yes, Meri." "Tonight, until I say good night, I am Mistress Meri, John," she said with a smile that was half playful and half severe. With a quavering voice, John said, "Yes, Mistress Meri." "Good boy," Meri said. She walked over and put one foot on either side of John's head. Again with arms akimbo, she looked down at him. "What do you see, John?" "Your pussy, Mistress." His point of view was extreme. She towered over him and at the center of his field of vision was a thick, dark but nicely trimmed bush. Her scent was strong, musky, slightly piquant and captivating. As Meri went to her knees over his head, it became larger and larger in his sight, and then it swallowed him whole. "Lick me, John," was all she said. He did, kissing and licking her thighs right up to the lips of her pussy. His licks at first were tentative, exploratory and light. "Oh, I didn't know how much I missed this," he thought. John flattened and widened his tongue and slowly bathed her cunt in his saliva. Gradually, he increased the pressure and licked deeper. Her juices coated his lips and tongue, and then his chin and nose. That soft, wet pink flesh was velvety against his tongue. For her part, Meri moved ever so slightly back and forth when she wanted to redirect his tongue. His skills surprised her. Even if he was a little rusty here and there, John more than made up for it with passion and attentiveness. And, oh, how she needed it. More than one man her age and a couple who were younger had flirted with her, it was one of her first outings since her divorce, and she had been sorely tempted, but she had been anxious about jumping back in. Instead, Meri had collected an email address or a phone number from her prospective suitors. Being appreciated and regarded as sexy by anyone other than her ex had been stimulating. Finding John there, ready to be used, begging to be used, had been too much. It had given her an advantage that overcame her earlier reluctance at the club. Use him she did. John's hungry licks elicited whimpers and moans from her. "I love sitting on your face, John. I think maybe it's been too long for both of us." John murmured an affirmative. Next, his mouth covered all of her pussy lips. He used them to massage her, minimizing the use of his tongue for a minute or two. His lips closed into a kiss then went to cover her again. It was like he was a guppy gulping at water, thirsty and needy. His tongue resumed its work and swirled up slowly, circling Meri's clit. "That's it you little bitch. That's it. Keep that up." As he did, John noticed that a spot above and a millimeter to the right of her clit caused her to shiver when he tongue swept across it. Avoiding contact with his teeth, John's lips pulled wetly and gently at her button before his tongue touched the spot. Meri jerked. "Oh, god, that's good." John repeated the actions more slowly, earning another sigh of pleasure from Meri. Meri dismounted from John's face and lay face up on the carpeted floor, looking up at the ceiling. Her breathing came in gulps but gradually slowed. "That was great, John," she said smiling at him. "Now, I want you to bring me that drink tray over on the bar. Take the glasses off." John got up and went to the wet bar in the corner of the man cave and did as she asked. By the time he returned to Meri she was standing and took it from him. "Get on the couch, John, all fours," she ordered He assumed the position and Meri went over to the foot locker near John's desk that served as his toy chest. "That's a very interesting collection. You're quite the pervert slut, John." "Yes, Mistress." There were vibes and dildos of various shapes and sizes, floggers and switches, bondage gear. "Did you have a mistress before, John?" "No, Mistress, not someone in person like yourself. Sometimes online." "I see. And you just like playing with these while you fantasize or roleplay online?" "Exactly, Mistress Meri." After another minute of consideration, Meri reached down for a tube of lube, a paddle and a prostate massager. She'd read about prostate massage but had never done it. It even had some interest for her professionally as a nurse. What better test subject would present itself than her subby landlord. Meri walked over to John and stood in front of the couch. She set the massager and lube aside. Curious, she reached underneath him and tugged on his still bound cock and balls. He moaned, and Meri chuckled. "I don't know if I've ever felt a harder cock," she said. On a whim, Meri reached over and pinched one of his nipples. She was surprised when John moaned just as loudly as he had when she handled his dick. Using her nails she started pinching both nipples moving back and forth. John moaned every time. This amused Meri and activated her sadistic side. Even in her forties, the depths of male lust never ceased to amuse her. They all were so desperate for it. She retrieved a set of nipple clamps linked by a metal chain. Meri clamped John's nipples, and he shivered. "You squirm like a slutty little cunt, John," she said. John moaned at the humiliation, the revelation of his weakness. "Yes, Mistress." "John, you are ostensibly male. Being a guy and being my landlord, and me being a woman and your tenant, you might have the idea that you have some sort of position or authority over me. BUT, John, I'm an ALPHA woman and I live over and above you, don't I?" "Yes, Mistress." Inwardly, he was surprised to hear her use the term "alpha" just as Mistress Lena had. John was thrilled. "Now, I am going to teach you your place and reinforce it." By the end of her declaration, she had the paddle firmly in her grip. Taking a wide swing, Meri landed a heavy blow on John's ass. He yelped in surprise. "Shhhh, John. My kids are away tonight but we wouldn't want to wake the neighbors, would we?" "No, Mistress." In actual fact, the basement was virtually soundproof. Maybe it was residual resentment from her divorce that was producing the feeling, but Meri already was enjoying her corporal punishment of John. Caught in His Own Trap "I'm here to tame you, John. You're a weak little beta and I'm going to toughen you up." Meri delivered another swat. Although not as strong as the first, it still was forceful, and John moaned in reaction to it. Meri without speaking then delivered five more equally heavy blows. She paused to admire John's already crimson ass and smiled. "Isn't that a pretty little tushy?" Meri asked rhetorically. "OK, I want you to repeat after me, John." "Yes, Mistress." "I am a weak little faggot, and I need Mistress to teach me." John repeated the words exactly but with a quavering voice. Meri delivered another swat and John winced. Suprisingly, the pause seemed to have increased his sensitivity. "When we are alone in this basement, I will do whatever Mistress Meri tells me to do." He parroted her words again. Another paddle strike elicited another moan. "I surrender." A profound shiver went through John body and soul when he said those two words. His last moan came from both. Meri walked over and stroked the cheeks of his ass. "Mmm, such a sexy butt, John. I think I will reward it with the privilege of a fucking. John tensed but maintained his position on the couch. He gulped. Although he'd engaged in ass play when alone before, this would be the first time he'd ever been penetrated by someone else. Meri squirted the lube into him and outside his anus. Her reflection in the mirror, still wearing the tight, black party dress, showed she was holding the prostate massager and he inwardly sighed in relief. It went in fairly easily and Meri began slowly gently working it around his insides. "Because I'm a neonatal nurse, so I don't get this chance to play with a male prostate, but I've read about it. At the very least, you're going to satisfy my curiosity this way, John." "Yes, Mistress," he said breathlessly. Despite her lack of hands-on experience, she must have remembered a lot of her anatomy training because a minute later she made a direct hit on his prostate. "Ohhhhh, thank you, Miss." "Oh, you're very welcome, John," she chuckled. "Does that feel good?" "Yes, yes, Mistress." "That's good because I know men answer to their lusts and their dicks first. I'm going to make you feel so good that I own you. You're going to beg me for this reward. You're going to want to please me so you can get this again." His dick twitched and Meri noticed. She reached under him. "Let's take this off," she said as she released the clasp and tugged the ring off. It hurt a bit and John yelped. "Such a weak, little bitch." Meri resumed his ass fucking. For several minutes, no words were exchanged, just light laughter from Meri and low, guttural moans from John. Meri's laughs soon ceased as she began to enjoy the scene before her. John was a quivering mess. Some part of her had always wanted to put her ex-husband into the same state, to give him the kind of ecstasy that would give her ownership of his soul, to make him worship her. Everyone wants to be loved, but Meri craved adoration. As the massager grazed his prostate again, John uttered his most base, animalistic moan. What had been a steady drip of pre-cum onto the tray turned to a brief, firehose spray. John had come without touching his cock and he came with more volume than ever before. "Wow," he heard Meri exclaim. "That was quite a load. You have a big breakfast. Stay right there, puppy." Meri picked up the tray and put it right in front of John's face while resting it on the arm of the couch. "Lick it all up but do NOT swallow until I tell you, John." "Yes, Mistress Meri," he said in a barely audible whisper. John was blissed out, deep in subspace. He slowly licked up the cum. It didn't taste nearly as bad as he imagined. Soon, it all was in his mouth. "Show me, bitch." He opened his mouth and she saw most of it on his tongue. "Swallow." John swallowed with an audible gulp. "Very good. Relax, John." He sat up on the couch as Meri walked back over to the toy box and pulled out a small bullet vibe. John had bought it on a whim and had used it only once on his cock and nipples. Meri stripped off all her clothes and plopped down in a old, beat up but comfortable wingback chair John had decided to move into the playroom. Putting her pussy on full display, Meri hooked her legs over the arm rests and began working the vibe around her pussy. "Do you want to do this again sometime, John?" "Yes, please," he answered with a vigorous nod that almost made Meri laugh. "Good, we are going to have such fun. Get over her and suck on my nipples like a good puppy. I want another orgasm before we're done."