Chapter 08
The Stranger Comes, The Test Begins
In More Ways Than One
Everything I do and experience in life with respect to sex, sexual acts, pleasure and all aspects of BDSM is one hundred per cent consensual.
The moment I heard the front door downstairs creak open and the loud thud as it latched shut, I flinched uncontrollably against the restraints. My heart pounded harder and faster; my hearing sharpened, and my focus became razor-sharp. The overwhelming arousal drifted away. A slight shiver ran through my body; sexual frustration gave way to fear and anxiety, and every nerve in my body was firing with anticipation.
I had happily placed myself in this situation numerous times throughout my life; there is always a small degree of intrepidation and some aspect of anxiety. It’s not fear as in being scared; it’s that feeling of the unexpected, it’s the buzz you get whilst waiting to find out what’s going to happen.
I held my breath, listening to what the visitor was doing downstairs. Moments later, I heard the slow, heavy steps as they climbed the staircase. Each step was slow and deliberate. The staircase only had seventeen steps to the top, but it might as well have been a hundred. Time seemed to stand still as I waited for the visitor’s arrival.
The trepidation increased with each step the visitor took, the sound growing louder as they got closer to the top. When they finally stepped onto the floor at the top of the staircase, I held my breath, listening to them as they slowly made their way to my bedroom door.
I sensed him standing at my bedroom entrance. I could tell it was a man; I heard his breathing, deeper than a woman's. It wasn’t just the noise; it was his strong body odour, the smell of stale perspiration, beer, and cheap cigarettes, which began hanging heavy in the room. I couldn’t be certain, but I don’t think it was someone I knew; it was someone Master Allan had sent to test me. All the physical things I detested most in a guy were right here before me, watching me closely, deciding how he was going to play this game. It’s not that I could see him thanks to the blindfold, but it was the smell that produced a stereotypical profile in my imagination.
He would’ve known already that he had my consent; it’s something I made well and truly clear to Master Allan previously. The visitor would’ve been thinking how he was going to start, or even what he would do with me first. I didn’t really care; I was just incredibly horny. The longer he stood there, the more images my mind conjured up in my imagination.
I began to writhe on the bed and pull against the restraints. I wasn’t sure why I was even doing it; maybe I was surreptitiously showing the visitor how fucking helpless I was. It was my way of saying, come and get me.
Right now, even though he hadn’t even stepped foot into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe how fucking horny I was. Even though I didn’t like those particular things about the visitor, each one of them stirred up some raw sexual energy inside of me.
The visitor stepped further into the bedroom; his scent was almost overpowering on its own. He walked slowly around the bed, tugging each restraint and testing them individually until he reached the strap attached to my right wrist. He must’ve realised that this was my only way out, possibly because of what I’d said prior to Master Allan.
The visitor picked up the strap's tail and tied it around the locking mechanism in a familiar way, stopping me from releasing it. Knowing that there was now no way out, even if I wanted to, suddenly increased my arousal to the point that I was on the verge of having an orgasm. My favourite part of bondage is being helpless, vulnerable and at the whims of the person dominating me.
Without any warning, there was a whooshing noise followed by a loud, sharp slap of the visitor’s hand against my right inner thigh. I yelped as the stinging sensation took hold of me. I could feel the hot imprint of his hand on my thigh. Just as the stinging was fading, another hard smack in the same spot made me yelp again and writhe against the bonds. I could’ve sworn I heard the visitor give a soft chuckle.
I grimaced as the stinging slowly faded. The visitor moved slowly around the other side of the bed and smacked the inside of my left thigh just as hard as he did with the right. Seconds after the first slap, a second, equally hard one followed. The marks his rough hands left on my skin felt hot and lingered.
“Thank you, Master!” I blurted automatically. His smacks may have stung, but along with my situation, they were stirring up a hornet's nest of arousal between my legs.
The visitor reached over and grabbed the chastity plate. He wriggled it forcefully back and forth and sideways, making me arch my back and moan loudly, sending me once again to the brink of orgasm.
The visitor was easy to trace anywhere in the bedroom by his overpowering body odour and heavy breathing from a slovenly lifestyle. I heard him rummage in his trouser pocket for something.
Whatever it was, he started pulling it over my head. It was made of stretchy, elasticated fabric that covered my head and the entire surface of my blindfold. He must’ve been using it to stop my blindfold from slipping off, but the worst part was that the fabric smelled just like him. The visitor's pungent smell filled my nostrils with each breath.
Moments later, the visitor pressed a metal object against my lips. Initially, I thought about resisting, just to see what he would do. But before I could, the visitor grabbed me by my chin with his rough, fat fingers and spoke for the first time, “Come on, be a good girl and take this for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy, please Daddy,” I said, opening my mouth so he could push the ring gag inside.
The ring sat behind my teeth, against the frenulum, keeping my mouth open. The visitor reached beneath my head with his stinky hands and buckled the straps together. As soon as the ring gag was in place, this situation suddenly became even more inescapable, even more erotic. A wetness was well and truly dribbling from between my legs, especially when I knew he had me where I wanted to be. I knew there was no way out now, and I was loving every bit of it.
Drool flowed freely from my mouth. My tongue inside the ring made it hard to swallow.
The visitor undressed beside the bed, and as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor, it produced puffs of odour-filled air that wafted about the room.
He took the key to the chastity belt from the dresser and unlocked the padlock securing the belt. The moment the two hip cables and centre plate were released from the locking post, a sudden surge of vulnerability washed over me. He grabbed the chastity plate and pulled the belt and cables away from my body. The vaginal insert slid effortlessly out of my vagina along with a stream of slippery arousal. I’d been on the edge of orgasm ever since the visitor arrived.
This clearly shows that even though I found him hygienically repulsive, the situation was incredibly arousing. I was more than happy for him to do whatever he wanted to me.
I felt the weight of the visitor’s body compress the mattress to my right as he moved into position beside me. For a moment, even though I knew it was hopeless, I struggled against the restraints as if, by some magic, they were going to break apart, and the game would be over. Whoever this person was, I badly wanted him to fuck me. I had an itch I needed to scratch.
The visitor lay alongside me with his head resting against my right shoulder, his fat, hairy body pressed against my side and his big hard cock resting across my right hip. He began flicking my erect nipples with his index finger, but I wasn’t ready for it, and each flick made my body flinch slightly. It wasn’t long before the flicking stopped and he began to squeeze and hold each nipple tightly in turn. By the little chuckling sounds the visitor made, I could tell he took great pleasure in hearing me moan and gasp loudly through the ring gag with each squeeze.
When the visitor’s filthy hands were finally bored with my breasts, they slid slowly down my front and straight to my vagina. He squeezed my vulva hard between his thumb and index finger of his right hand, each time making me moan and arch my back slightly. After doing that several times, his hands revisited my nipples for more squeezing. My body writhed, and I found myself panting harder the more he squeezed either my vulva or my nipples. The more he continued to do this, the more the arousal increased, and there was nothing that was going to stop it.
More firm slaps were delivered to my right inside thigh precisely at the same spot as before. Whilst the stinging faded, the visitor began slapping my clitoris numerous times with swift, hard strokes. These slaps forced me to squirm against the restraints. The more I moaned or squirmed, the more he chuckled, taking great pleasure from my reactions. When the slapping stopped, my clitoris was buzzing from arousal, and my vulva felt hot. The visitor repeated the entire process several more times to each area. I was very close to orgasming; whether he knew it or not, he had me continually teetering on the edge. Fluids from arousal leaked continuously from my vagina onto the bedsheets.
I couldn’t help but notice that his big hard cock was leaking precum over my right hip and thigh, making the area slippery. I subconsciously rolled my right thigh back and forth beneath his cock, as if I was trying to give him a hint at the obvious.
Even with my vagina still stinging from being slapped, the visitor finally slid his thick and stumpy index finger up and down through my soaking slit, spreading my leaking juices all over my inner and outer labia, as if he was preparing the area for what was going to follow.
Initially, he inserted his fat index finger deep into my vagina, so deep that the knuckle on his hand pressed against my clitoris. I orgasmed immediately and with ferocious intensity; I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. My vaginal muscles tightly clamped his finger, as if to take ownership and to prevent it from leaving. This orgasm continued longer than normal, making me arch my back and push my hips into his hand.
I wanted to scream out, for him to use me, to fuck me, but the gag prevented me. I wanted him deeper inside; I wanted more than just a finger; I was doing everything I could to get the message across, even thrusting my hips against his hand.
“You fucking love this! I think you want more, don’t you?” said the visitor.
The moment I nodded my head, I finally got what I wished for. He added the centre finger and began fucking me with two fingers. His fingers were thick and strong from years of labour, and they made themselves felt as they slid through the entrance of my vagina. I loved every second of it, but I was feeling greedy and wanted everything I could get, hungry for whatever he was going to dish up.
I moaned loudly through the gag when the two fingers were pushed together into my tight hole. His skin was rough, the knuckles large and gnarly, stretching my vagina open. I found myself losing control, my hips surreptitiously fucking this filthy beast's hand. In no time at all, the multiple orgasms arrived. They swept through my body quickly, but came in rapid succession, each one just as intense as the previous.
My vaginal muscles helplessly clamped his fingers, desperate to hold them motionless as each orgasm peaked and passed. The visitor, this filthy sexual beast, continued on relentlessly, fingering me until I was close to becoming unconscious from the pleasure.
I call this situational intensity. Intense pleasure created by the bondage, vulnerability, total loss of control, and being used by a possible stranger. The second I surrendered, relaxing both mind and body, I squirted uncontrollably.
Finally, the visitor stopped fingering me and climbed off the bed briefly, leaving me panting and recovering from the intensity. He held onto the bed head, positioning himself so his knees straddled my right arm, and his hard cock was in close vicinity to the side of my face. I rotated my head to the right so he could push his fat cock into the opening of the ring gag. His cock was dripping with precum and smelt like he did, sweaty and in need of a shower. This was sex in its pure raw state. It was fucking hot; it was incredibly intense, and I wanted every drop I could get.
The visitor's cock was too fat to fit through the gag’s ring. As it was, I was struggling to swallow the accumulated drool. He began getting angry and frustrated with himself. Surely, if this gag was his, maybe he should’ve tested it first before putting it on.
The visitor reached under my head and unbuckled the gag straps. The moment the gag fell out of my mouth, he tossed it onto the bedroom floor. Once again, he shifted his position slightly nearer my head and angrily said, “Here, pretty little bitch, open that fucking mouth of yours!”
“Oh, yes please Daddy, whatever you want,” I said as he held my head and pushed his fat cock hard against my lips.
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, so he could push his cock into it. It was dripping precum, and because of its size I struggled to fit much of it into my mouth. When the visitor pushed a little harder, it only made me gag and choke. “Too big for that pretty little mouth of yours, is it? C’mon, suck it for Daddy like a good little girl.”
I sucked the bulbous head in my mouth with enough eagerness to keep him satisfied. “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it, suck it hard,” he said, holding onto my head.
I swallowed every drop of precum that was dripping from his cock. All that could be heard in the bedroom between his ‘Oohs’ and ’Aahs’ was the slurping and the occasional gagging sound I made. His cock was big; I could only just squeeze its head into my mouth and maybe an extra centimetre of its shaft.
The visitor made a scoffing noise of dissatisfaction; he released my head and reached down between my legs and started rubbing my clitoris. He rubbed it firmly and quickly, making me buck my hips against his hand, and as a result, I sucked his cock even more eagerly. “Oh fuck, look at you go”, he panted with pleasure. “Such a good little slut. I bet you can’t wait to get Daddy’s fat cock into your tight little cunt?”
I orgasmed again, so intensely I almost bit his cock hard. He let out a loud growl, quickly pulling back and climbing off the bed. My jaw ached from being forced to open so wide. He seemed frustrated from not being able to fit more of it in my mouth.
The visitor released the straps attached to my ankle cuffs, just enough to bend my knees up and give him unhindered access to everything between my legs. “Look at that! You’re such a good little slut offering your perfect little pussy to Daddy. But Daddy wants more; he’s thinking he’d like some of that tight ass too,” he laughed, knowing damn well there was no way it was going to fit.
“Please, Daddy, please be gentle, please Daddy,” I replied, making out to sound desperate.
For a very brief moment, I couldn’t help but feel a little fearful. I knew there was no way his cock was going to fit into my tight arse. I was pretty certain that he knew that, too.
The visitor repositioned himself between my legs, and his fingers began exploring my vulva once again. “Mmm, what have we got here?” he said.
But this time, he wasn’t trying to pleasure me; his fat fingers were preparing my sex for his fat cock. I moaned every time he tried stretching my vagina open, which increased pressure on my clitoris, making me more aroused than I already was. Nothing I could do would prevent my hips from automatically thrusting up and down. I was becoming so incredibly horny again.
“Do you want Daddy to eat your pussy?” he politely asked.
“Yes, please, Daddy, fuck me with your tongue!” I blurted out as if he needed any encouragement.
The visitor gladly obliged and positioned himself on the bed with his face between my thighs. He immediately began licking my slit. His tongue glided between my labia and plunged now and again into the entrance of my vagina. In no time at all, the visitor's tongue brought me to the edge of having another orgasm.
The visitor quickly wrapped his big arms around my thighs, holding my hips firmly down on the bed with both index fingers spreading my vulva open. The moment I orgasmed, my body bucked uncontrollably, making him hold down my hips even tighter.
“Oh yes, you’re a horny little slut. You buck and moan like a cow at a rodeo,” he chuckled loudly.
It wasn’t long before another orgasm flooded through me, after which he began pushing his fingers in and out of my soaked vagina. First, it was two fingers, then three, and eventually four, stretching me and preparing me for what was coming next. I moaned loudly as they spread open the entrance to my vagina. At first, it hurt a little, but it became less uncomfortable as I relaxed my body.
“Please, Sir, please be gentle,” I almost begged.
“Just relax, almost finished, little girl. You’ll soon get used to it,” he said caringly.
As I began to relax, my body, my vagina succumbed to the fingers. Even though it initially felt uncomfortable, I was still aroused. As he rotated and twisted his hand slowly back and forth, I found myself surreptitiously trying to push my hips harder into his hand. It had been a while since I’d been fist-fucked by another woman, let alone a man. His three sausage fingers combined were as big as most women’s hands.
The pleasure had become so intense. Minutes later I orgasmed again. This time, it felt completely different with most of his fingers on his hand inside me. My vagina entrance was being stretched, and the muscles had temporarily lost their clamping ability. This orgasm seemed to come from much deeper inside me and involved every abdominal muscle, extending right down through my thighs and backside. I felt an uncontrollable rush of slippery fluids flood out of me, instantly providing him with more lubrication.
“Aah, you’re such a good little girl, aren’t you?” he huffed and puffed. “Now, I think you’re ready for Daddy’s big cock.”
“Yes, please, Daddy. I want your cock inside me. Please, Daddy, fuck me now,” I pleaded exhaustively.
The visitor withdrew his four fat fingers from my vagina, which left it gaping open afterwards. He grabbed the lubricant from the dresser and squirted a generous amount of the cold stuff around and inside my vagina, making my body flinch unexpectedly.
The visitor climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself back between my legs. He pushed my knees back further, as far as the restraints would allow. This lifted my hips slightly, providing him with a better angle for penetration.
He then pressed the head of his cock against my labia and my still gaping vagina. “Just relax,” he said.
I felt the domed-shaped head pressing into the opening of my vagina. I couldn’t help tensing up, waiting for the inevitable to happen. As he wriggled slightly, his cock began to penetrate a little deeper. “Oh Fuck!” I exclaimed loudly.
My vagina suddenly relaxed and yielded even further, allowing the entire head to enter. “Oh my god!” I yelled.
The visitor began to fuck me with slow, shallow thrusts that gradually penetrated deeper and deeper, feeling more intense the more he filled me with his enormous cock.
“Oh, you’re so tight, little slut. C’mon, relax and open for Daddy’s cock,” he said.
When he had about five or six inches inside me, he began to fuck me, withdrawing almost all of it only to follow up by thrusting it all slowly back inside me again. I felt every single millimetre of it as it slid back and forth in my vagina. Each time, he thrust back inside me, his cock penetrated me a little deeper.
For fuck’s sake, it felt like a post inside me. This was by far the largest cock I’d ever had inside me. My vagina stretched, and my clitoris was pulled tightly by the stretched labia. Moments later, I screamed, “I’m going to cum!”
“Good girl,” he replied. “Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
I began having multiple orgasms again whenever I felt the slightest movement of his cock inside me. The orgasms arrived one after another, each one so intense that I thought for a moment I was going to pass out.
As if fucking my vagina wasn’t enough for the visitor, he reached under my arse with one hand and pushed the tip of a finger into my anus.
“OH, FUCK DADDY!” I shouted, immediately bucking like a wild bronco, and this produced an immediate orgasm, making me squirt uncontrollably. By this stage, I was moaning or screaming, loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
Seeing my reaction to this must’ve been too great for him, because a moment later, he grunted loudly and fucked me faster. His cock became even harder; he suddenly withdrew it and sprayed a large amount of cum over my stomach. He quickly grabbed hold of his cock and wanked it, spraying another couple of loads of ejaculate over my body.
We were both panting from exhaustion. The visitor finished by wiping his cum up over my breasts and mouth with his hand. The smell of his cum was all I could smell in the bedroom now. The last remaining bit he squeezed from his cock, he wiped over my vulva, which felt like it was still gaping open.
As the visitor dressed alongside the bed, I lay on the bed in bondage, panting from exhaustion, my vagina shrinking slowly back to normal but feeling incredibly satisfied from the intense pleasure. When he was finally dressed, he retightened the straps on my ankle cuffs, spreading my legs wide again, back to where they were when he arrived.
I thought to myself, oh my god, now what. But thankfully, he repositioned the strap on my right wrist cuff, adjusting its tail so I could free myself from the restraints.
The visitor leaned down and kissed me on the lips; his breath smelt of cheap tobacco. “See you later, little girl. Daddy must go now. I bet you’ll be begging for me to come back and fuck you again, real soon,” he chuckled as he left the bedroom and headed back downstairs to the front door.
I quickly started releasing my right arm. The locking mechanism was just within reach of my fingertips, which meant each squeeze loosened the strap by only a few millimetres at a time. When the strap on my right arm finally loosened enough for me to reach the strap on my left arm, I managed to disconnect both wrist cuffs from their straps. I pulled the fabric thing and my blindfold off my head, making me instantly squint from wearing the blindfold for so long.
I reached down and quickly released both ankle cuffs. The moment I was free from the restraints, I leapt from the bed and dashed to the front window to get a look at this guy. I was too late and only saw a black utility pull away from the kerb and head off down our street. It was clear that he was a tradesman of some sort, with ladders and several toolboxes in the back of his vehicle. Damn, I missed him. Now, it was time to clean up. Fuck, what a mess, too.
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