Everything happened so quickly that I had no idea what I was doing or why, but it turned out to be exactly what I wanted.

Let us go back a little. Every night, I was at the local where I worked, wearing my short skimpy outfit, trying to come up with some good tips to get some food on the table. My arse was barely covered by the ripped shorts I was wearing, and the see-through top revealed my tender breasts to any eager-eyed man who dared to look my way. Usually, the pub only had the regulars in, so tips were steady enough to cover the bills and food, with enough left over to buy these pieces of fabric that were way too expensive for their quality.

I was used to men groping me, squeezing my arse, cupping my breasts, and occasionally pushing me over the same man's knee for a spanking. I hated it at first, but the money they gave me later made me realise it was easier to let them have their fun while I paid my way.

It was a Thursday night, and I expected it to be normal. There was a strange man standing at the bar, and he was undeniably attractive. He had spiked black hair, tanned skin, and his six-pack was visible through the shirt he was wearing, which hugged him tightly in all the right places. His nose was cute and buttoned, and he had an uneven smirk. He was a literal version of a Greek god, and I wanted to drop my knickers right there.

I took a few seconds to regain my composure before approaching this undeniably sexy man.

"What can I get for you, Sir?" I asked politely.

"Sir, that is what I am called in the bedroom" He replied in a playful tone.

I swear, even his fleeting glance made me squirm in my knickers, tickling myself where it mattered. I felt as if I would have to scratch away this raw adultery lust for him, as I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, wallowing in his gazes.

He stood there staring at me intensely with his piercing green eyes, as if he was looking into my soul and absorbing all of my innocence.

"I am kidding with you, doll face; could I get a scotch on the rocks please, and keep them coming?" he said, his tone remaining as playful as before.

"Right away, Sir," I whispered, struggling to find words to say.

"Keep talking like that doll face, and you will find out why I am called sir." He said it again, this time with a serious tone.

"I am sorry sir, I mean Mr. Sir," I said, scrambling to get the words out as I went to serve the regulars as usual.

As I walked around cleaning up the empty glasses and bottles from the tables around the bar, I could not help but wonder what he meant when he was called Sir in the bedroom. Several dirty thoughts rushed through my mind. Was he a Dom? I have heard a lot about Doms beating and shackling their Subs, and the idea of it made me start to get wetter the more I thought about it. Throughout my entire shift, I could feel his gaze on me as I walked around and bent over.

One of the locals who usually spanks me on a daily basis grabbed me roughly and placed me over his knee. I could see this sexy man's demeanour change completely, and I could feel the anger radiating from him without knowing why. Once I was over his knee, the local pulled my shorts down, as he usually did, to give me "the spanking I deserved" for wearing provocative outfits. He noticed how wet I had become from the dirty thoughts running through my mind and decided that I would not only get a spanking today, but he would also start running his hands roughly up and down the inside of my thighs, grazing over my cunt as he went. It took me seconds to realise what he was trying to do, and I did not like it. I tried to squirm my way out of his grasp, but his grip on me only tightened as his hands were firmly over my cunt, rubbing in circles and whispering in my ear, "Where do you think you are going, you are so wet, I am tempted just to sit you on my cock now and show you what a real man is like." He hissed at me.

After hearing this, I began sobbing uncontrollably, oblivious to what was going on around me, until I felt a strong pair of arms lift me up and carry me away. I noticed that the handsome man was carrying me as if I were weightless when I looked up. After giving a man at the bar a nod, he approached the local and started repeatedly punching him in the face. I was too scared to move or say anything, so I cuddled into the sexy man's chest as he said in his low husky voice, "Do not worry doll face, I will take good care of you."

He put me in the passenger seat of his car, closed the door, and proceeded to the driver's side. He got in, fastened his seatbelt, and grabbed the steering wheel with frustration, his knuckles turning white. He turned to face me, staring at me up and down, shaking his head before returning to the steering wheel, starting the car, and driving away. I could tell by the look on his face that something was bothering him, but even though he was angry, he was still unbelievably sexy, which caused my mind to wander again. Thoughts of whether he would fulfil my fantasy, which I was deeply ashamed of because I had previously been told that such fantasies were not natural. I wanted him to take me, chain me up, and inflict sexual pain on me until I could not take it any longer and burst into a holy orgasm. I was squirming in my seat, thinking about all the places this sexy man could take me and how I would succumb to each and every command.

I was taken out of my thoughts when he said, "What are you thinking about, doll face? You sure are squirming; were you thinking dirty thoughts? That is naughty; I should show you dirty if you keep squirming; it is making me extremely hard. "I love a girl who squirms."

"I was not squirming, Sir," I stuttered.

He came to a halt, turned towards me, and gave me a sexy smirk before saying, "What did I tell you about calling me Sir?"

"That I would find out why you are called Sir, Sir," I said, barely able to get the words out as my breathing became laboured; this sexy man was stealing all of my self-control, and I was more than willing to let him.

He undid his seatbelt, stepped out of the car, walked around to my side, and opened the door. He kneeled down to my eye level, his gaze fixed on my lips, and said, "You have been a naughty girl; you need to be punished, but first I need to test your sucking skills," with a wicked grin on his handsome face.

I was taken back yet again by what was happening.

"Sucking skills, Sir?" I replied quizzically, unable to comprehend what was going on around me.

"I want you to get out of the car, get on your knees, and open your mouth," he ordered, and as if he had complete control over me, my body responded before my brain could process what was going on. I was on my knees, mouth wide open, waiting for my next command.

"That is a good kitty," he said, undoing the buttons on his jeans and slightly pulling them down, along with his boxer shorts, as his cock popped out. I told myself that it was a good thing my mouth was already open, because it would have dropped on its own. His cock was long and thick, and I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me.

"I want you to start sucking my cock right now until I tell you to stop; if you stop, you will be punished; if I want you to deep throat, you will. Do you understand, my little kitty?" he said as he looked down at me.

With a simple nod of the head, my body betrayed me once more as I inched forward to the tip of his cock, gradually sucking from his balls all the way up to the tip of his thick veiny cock. He sighed deeply as I continued to slowly lick his cock up and down. He pushed my head closer to his cock, and I took as much of it as I could, suctioning my mouth around it. I felt like I could not stop; I wanted to hear his moans, I wanted to be the reason he moaned; I did not know this man, but here I am, sucking this sexy man's cock as if my life depended on it.

He grabbed my hair in one hand and held my head still with the other as he began to fuck my mouth hard and fast. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier as he relished every moment of it. I knew he was getting closer and closer, and I could taste his mouthwateringly salty pre-cum. I took control and quickly and forcefully sucked until I felt him shoot his load straight into my throat. As I swallowed his cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his jeans and boxers while glancing at me.

We both got ready, got into the car, and drove off. The long, quiet drive was fortunate for me because I would not normally do that and I would not have any idea what had happened back there. I was left alone with my thoughts, thinking about the thrill and excitement of giving up complete control to this God of a man. I was pulled out of them as we approached the most expensive hotel in the city; I was in awe as I stepped out of the car, admiring how beautiful the building was. He approached me, took my hand, and led me into the hotel, where we walked through the lobby before entering the lift that led to the hotel's penthouse. He had yet to speak to me from the moment I sucked his cock until we entered his penthouse suite. As we walked in, he directed me to the sitting area, sat me down, and told me to remain as the 'good little kitty' I was. He walked away while I sat there doing what I was told, wondering why I was there. He returned a few minutes later, wearing only a loose pair of jogger bottoms, and I immediately became wet as I stared at his perfectly shaped body standing right in front of me. He took a seat next to me, his captivating eyes piercing my soul as he gently pressed his cheek against mine and spoke in my ear in a voice that reverberated inside of me.

"Now, Kitty, tell me about one of your fantasies." His tone was suggestive and sexy. My eyes closed as I listened, and I was taken aback by his sudden persuasive command. As if I had no choice, my mouth began to move and I spoke the words "I want to be bound, I want double penetration, I want all my holes to be fucked at the same time, and most of all I want a master to serve."

His expression softened, and then he smirked, as if I had just told him his dream was about to come true. I had no idea that it would be the opposite.

"What if I could grant your fantasies while also fulfilling mine?" He replied with a devilish grin on his face. As I began to wriggle once more, my mind was attempting to visualise this attractive man fucking me from behind while binding me.

"I assume that is a yes." He spoke sensuously.

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. As soon as we walked in, he threw me on the bed and began removing all of my clothes, leaving me completely naked. It was the most sexy a man had made me feel in a long time as he walked around me, staring at me, and I watched his cock harden. He grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them to the bed above my head, with the chain allowing me to wiggle around and flip over onto my front. I could only watch him as he left me handcuffed to the bed. He walked to his drawer and removed something from it. I was unsure what he had taken until he approached me and inserted a plug into my cunt, lubricating it enough for him to push into my ass. He gradually began to push the butt plug into my ass gently but forcefully, and I felt it go deeper into my ass as it filled me, giving me a great deal of satisfaction as I moaned loudly, to which he pushed it in hard until it was fully in and slapped my ass.

"Do not make a sound unless I tell you to, my little kitty." He spoke sternly. I nodded in obedience to the command, my ass stinging pleasurably from my master's actions.

He then flipped me onto my back, exposing my breasts for him to do as he pleased. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing and pulling them to see how much I could handle. As I wiggled, he licked and sucked on my nipples, making them hard. He grabbed some nipple clamps and placed them on both of my nipples, sending an unholy sense of pleasure through my body. My ass was full, and my nipples were clamped. I felt myself becoming hotter and wetter as he continued to walk around me, taking everything in as I lay there ready for whatever he desired; I was willing to do anything for this man.

He turned around, knelt in front of me, and said, "If you do not want to do this, we can stop and count yourself lucky; I am a man who gets his way."

Despite the fact that this was an experience I had always wanted, I was not going to back out now. I shook my head, letting him know that I was not going to stop, nor did I want him to stop; I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.

With a simple nod, he jumped onto the bed and flipped me over to my front. He positioned my cunt in the air near his cock, and with one quick thrust, he was fully inside me, making me want to scream with pleasure. The sensation of having my ass and cunt filled was almost too much for me to bear. I was about to faint from the force and speed of his thrusts, which made me feel as though his cock was completely inside of me with each one. He sped up, and I felt waves of euphoria flash sparks all over my body. He grabbed my hair, causing my ass to press hard against his crotch and my back to arch. He let me take charge of the motions, and I began to slowly ride his cock, relishing each moment as it filled me, came out, and filled me once more.

He began fucking me harder and harder until I was on the verge of cumming. He kept fucking me senselessly, and within a minute I was on the verge of fainting. I closed my eyes and felt him getting harder, if that was possible, as he repeated his thrusts into my dripping wet cunt. He flipped me over and I was on top of him after he continued to fuck me hard until I screamed from the sheer pleasure of his cock filling and stretching my cunt. He placed my head on his chest and his hands on the small of my back as I bounced on his rather hard cock.

I felt my orgasm build and explode, a full sense of euphoria exploding through my very core as my eyes shot up to meet his, and I could see the lust and desire in them the way he looked at me. When he lifted me off him, I squirted all over the bed and his cock. He stood me up beside the bed, but my legs gave way beneath me, and I slumped down onto the bed behind me, closing my eyes.

He grabbed my legs, spread them out, and slowly moved his hands up and down a few times before stopping as they reached my cunt, only to slowly return down, teasing me intensely. He suddenly grabbed one of my ankles and handcuffed it to one side of the bed, then did the same with the other. After that, he crawled up the bed until he reached the top of my legs. His hands then wandered up and down my legs once more, stopping at my cunt. This time, though, he gently rubbed over it, hitting my sweet spot and making me wriggle.

He firmly held me still by placing his hands on either side of my hips, pushing me down towards the bed as his head moved to my cunt and he began to suck on my tight little pussy until I was dry, which did not last long because I was wet again in seconds. He started licking my clit slowly and agonisingly. He gave me pleasure that I could not handle; I could not move, speak, or scream in delight.

This pleasure he gave me grew stronger with each lick of his magical tongue; I felt my orgasm build to the point of ecstasy, and when his licks accelerated, I could not keep it in any longer and squirted all over his face. I heard him chuckle as my juices splashed on his face, and he quickly thrust two fingers into my soaking pussy, instantly hitting my G spot, and squirting again and again.

He knelt on the bed in front of me, contemplating his next move. After guiding his cock in the direction of my cunt, he thrust inside of me with such force that my eyes opened instantly. He held himself inside of me until my eyes met his. With that look in his eyes, I knew I was about to have the fuck of my life. He started picking up the pace, fucking me as if he hated me. The pleasure coursing through my veins heightened the adrenaline rush I was experiencing. I was too engrossed in the pleasure to notice that he had pulled out. I looked up to see him wanking over my face, and I opened my mouth to catch his creamy cum. Once he had finished cumming in my mouth, he began to remove the handcuffs, ripped the nipple clamps off, causing me to yelp, and slowly removed the butt plug. I lay on the bed, completely satisfied, my pussy throbbing with desire for more; this sexy man knew how to fuck.

After a few minutes, my legs started to feel normal again, so he and I both got up and dressed. He gave me his phone number and said that if I ever wanted to serve a man again, call me, leaving me wanting and needing more.