Gaby was frustrated that her husband never came through with the CNC (Consensual Non-Consensual) things she always wanted. She had hoped that he would take her against her will for a non-consensual act, and talked to her friend Bob about how frustrating it was that he never did. A few weeks later, Bob took her and had his way with her as a CNC event, keeping her from knowing it was him until it was over. She enjoyed it, but said it was scarier than she expected, not knowing it wasn't a real assault. She thought she'd enjoy it more if she knew it wasn't real. So Bob planned a new CNC event for Gaby in which she would know it was him all along, to improve her enjoyment of it, and waited for a good time to spring it on her.

That time came one lunchtime when he found Gaby at one of their frequent hangouts in town. He sat down with her and they had a coffee and a bite to eat, then he spoke.

"Do you have some time to kill, Gaby? Maybe a few hours?" he asked.

"Actually, I do. I don't have anything going on all afternoon," she replied.

"How about if we go to my place, talk and relax a little, maybe have a beer?"

"Sure, I could use a break from my rather dull routine of late," she answered.

"Great! I'll drive and bring you back here later." Bob continued.

"Okay," Gaby agreed.

So Bob drove Gaby to his place, and when they entered, Bob went to the kitchen and got something from a drawer, then vanished around a corner. A moment later, he returned and spoke.

"Okay, Gaby, stand still and close your eyes. You're about to have another CNC event, but this time you'll know it's me and it's all an act. Is that alright?"

"Yes," she said, surprised, and suddenly pleased at the turn of events.

Gaby felt Bob's hands put something over her eyes and tie it behind her head. It was a blindfold, and now she could not see. Then she was guided down the hall and turned, probably into a bedroom. Then Bob started to unbutton her blouse.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You keep quiet, or I'll make it worse for you. Understood?" he scolded her.

"Yes," she replied, quickly understanding that Bob was acting the role of her assailant. She kept quiet as Bob proceeded to undress her. After she was naked, he helped her lie on the bed on her back.

o o o

She was in the dark with a blindfold on, but she was pretty sure she was lying on Bob's bed in his bedroom. As she thought about that, she felt him putting something on her wrists and having her arms pulled over her head and toward the corners of the bed. Immediately after that was done, she felt him do the same with her ankles. Then she heard Bob leave the room and close the door. She tried to move and found that she was unable to; she was restrained. Sensing her position even though blindfolded, she realized that she was tied to a bed, unable to move her arms and legs, and very naked!

Gaby knew this must be some sort of CNC event, just what she always wanted. But unlike the first one, this time she knew what it was before it started, and that it would be safe. And Bob was a nice guy and would never do anything too awful, so she relaxed, playing along and waiting to enjoy the experience.

She heard a noise outside the door, then she heard the door open. Bob had entered and must have been standing there and watching her naked body, waiting for him.

"Well, Gaby, I brought you here to give you a CNC event like those you always wanted. I will act the part of your tormentor, and just so you know, I will make it as real as I can. Are you okay with that?"

Gaby thought, 'Yes, this is what I asked for, so why not experience it, as long as it's safe?'

She responded, "Yes, I'm ready, as long as you don't hurt me," she replied.

"I won't physically hurt you, but I will inflict pain to make it realistic."

"Okay. I understand and agree," she said with a combination of excitement and a little bit of fear.

o o o

Being blindfolded meant two things. First, Gaby could not see what Bob was doing, so she could not prepare herself for it, and any touches or strikes would come as a total surprise. And second, not being able to see heightened all her other senses, especially her hearing and sexual sensitivity. She was anxious and excited, and ready for Bob to begin.

While she was thinking about her situation, she heard Bob rummaging in a drawer. Then she heard him coming toward the bed. And then it was quiet. Suddenly, she felt something hit her left breast; it must have been a flogger since it wasn't hard like a paddle, crop, or cane, but it stung a lot. A moment later, it hit her again on her other breast, and it stung just as much. She squirmed and sighed out loud with the pain. Soon, she was being hit repeatedly on her breasts, alternating between them. The pain grew with each smack she felt, a stinging pain that hurt her breasts, and hurt even more on her areola, and the most on her nipples. She continued to squirm, sigh, and whimper as the pain increased. The surprise factor came into play when Bob began to pause between strikes, and no longer alternated with any regularity, but hit her breasts randomly. Unable to see when a strike was coming, the random nature of the strikes now caused her added anxiety as she awaited the next one.

Bob was not gentle with the strikes, and her nipples were especially hurting from the repeated impacts. She squirmed and sighed in pain with each one, and despite a little arousal from it, she wanted it to end.

"Oh, please stop!" she cried out.

"You must call me Sir if you want me to hear you," he told her.

"Please, Sir. It hurts so much!"

"That will be my decision, not yours, slut," he replied.

That was so out of character for Bob, she thought, but then he said he would play the role accurately. As she was thinking that, he hit her breast again, as hard as ever, and she cried out as loud as ever. Her nipples were erect and sensitive, and the lack of vision only made the hits hurt worse since she couldn't see the lashes coming. Several more strikes followed, and Gaby was in a great deal of pain. She yearned for him to stop, but she knew it was not her choice and she had better be quiet or he'd make it worse..

Then there was a longer pause than usual. What was Bob up to? She heard him walk to the dresser drawer again and then return. Suddenly, she felt a cold substance on her breast, one and then the other, like cold cream or something. Bob started to massage the cold substance over her breasts and nipples, and it felt so good. She guessed it was some sort of aloe cream, and it was easing the pain. Along with the numbing came the sensation of arousal; it not only felt good, it was turning her on.

"That's wonderful, Sir," she exclaimed.

"Quiet!. I'll tell you when to speak, slut!" he replied.

Gaby was shocked at his gruffness, but accepted that he was playing a role for her benefit.

o o o

Things got quiet again, though her breasts and nipples were almost without pain after the cream Bob had applied. She listened closely and finally heard Bob in the drawer again. A jolt of fear shook her. The last time it was aloe cream, but the time before it was a flogger, which was painful... so what would it be this time?

Without warning, Gaby was hit on her left inner thigh, exposed as it was while her legs were spread apart and tied to the corners of the bed. It hurt quite a bit, striking sensitive skin there, which was made more sensitive by her loss of vision. Almost immediately, she was hit on her other inner thigh, equally hard and painful. She sighed with anguish as the sting of the device registered. The swats from the device continued on her tender skin, stinging and hurting as they fell. She wasn't sure what the device was, but it was not a flogger or cane; maybe a paddle or riding crop. As she assessed the impact's feel and area affected, she became convinced it was a crop.

As she sighed at the discomfort it was causing her, she realized that the swats seemed to be moving toward her crotch. Soon she was sure they were, and when the hits entered the area where women have a shallow recess in their thigh near their pussy, she braced herself for strikes on her cunt. They came soon enough. Bob paused to reach down to her labia and open her pussy lips with his fingers, and Gaby knew she was in for a rough patch now. He struck the tender pink skin of her cunt, including her clit, and she jumped from the immediate shock and pain, crying out loudly. The hit wasn't too hard, but it still hurt because it struck a place not used to any impacts. Surprisingly, as soon as the pain subsided, a sense of arousal followed. But it was quickly followed by another strike, again hitting the sensitive skin of her cunt, and her clit. Gaby cried out from the torment, and again, as the pain subsided, a feeling of arousal replaced it.

Bob continued to strike her cunt, focusing on her clit. Each hit hurt, increasingly so as her clit swelled and became even more sensitive, and she yelled obscenities as he felt the impact. And when Bob paused between strikes, despite the lingering pain, Gaby always felt a twinge of need for another strike, a craving for the arousal it caused her, and the desire for more of the turned-on feeling it was giving her. Bob continued to swat her clit with accuracy, leaving Gaby with immediate pain followed by the ongoing yearning for more. When he finally stopped hitting her with the crop, she was completely aroused, with a hunger for something that would satisfy her intense desire. Her clit hurt, but the arousal that accompanied the pain had also driven her to the brink of an orgasm, and she only wanted to be pushed over the edge.

Bob sensed the time was right, hearing Gaby moaning with desire. She heard him unbuckle and unzip his slacks and let them fall, then knew he must be dropping his briefs. She felt the bed move and compress as he climbed on it, and soon she felt his penis at her pussy. He slapped her clit a few times, which caused Gaby to jerk and squirm, then he pressed his intruder into her entrance. She sighed with the pressure of his cock sliding in, stretching her some, though she was very wet and ready, and it slid in easily.

He began to fuck her, slowly at first, but then increased his speed and began fucking her with vigor. She received his thrusts with a welcoming cunt, squeezing his cock to give him a few of the thrills she was receiving. He fucked her with gusto, and she squirmed and moaned in ecstasy, feeling his cock fill her. Before long, Bob shot his wad, sending warm semen into her waiting vagina. She was so close all along, and when she felt his warmth flow into her cunt, she gasped, jerked, spasmed, and lost control, cumming with an intense orgasm that had been building since Bob put a blindfold on her. Gaby's juices flowed, and she squirted, sharing some of her energy with him as her nectar drenched his balls. She came over and over with an intensity she had seldom experienced. As Bob squirted his last spurt, Gaby's ecstasy peaked, after which she felt herself begin to come down from a long but satisfying ordeal. When he finally pulled out of her, she felt suddenly empty, but so rewarded.

Bob took off the blindfold and undid Gaby's restraints. He kissed her as her eyes adjusted to the light, then gave her a tissue to clean up. Then they both got dressed, she finding her clothes neatly folded on the dresser.

They went to the living room, and Bob spoke.

"Well, was it good for you?" he asked.

"Yes, it was pretty intense, and I was afraid of the pain, but I got turned on by the clit spanking, making the orgasm incredibly intense and wonderful," she replied.

"Did I act out the forced action to your satisfaction?" he asked.

"Yes, it was great! Knowing it was you made it feel safe, but you acted it out well. Blindfolding me right away was a good move, and not knowing what was coming made it much more thrilling, so that was great!" Gaby offered.

"Would you do it again, knowing how it went?" Bob asked.

"Oh yes! It was great sex, even if I wasn't quite like being attacked by a stranger," she said.

"Well, you had 'a stranger' the first time when I assaulted you, but you didn't know it was me. You said that was too real and too scary," Bob explained.

"You're right, so I guess I've gotten all that I can handle. and it was good! Thank you for that one, and for today," she replied.

So, with Gaby having had two CNC events, and satisfied that she'd experienced all she needed to, Bob drove Gaby back to town. As they drove back, Gaby wondered if her need to be assaulted in a CNC event would be satisfied now, or if her need would pop up again.