My body shivers and I can't tell if my nipples harden from the cool air coming in through the cracked window, or if it's a result of my state of helplessness while awaiting your pleasure. You taught me the proper way to tie my ankles to the lower posts of your bed so that my legs are spread just far enough that I cannot do more than writhe while I wait for you to come home.

The familiar burn of the ropes pinching my skin makes me eager to feel what you have in store for me today. I would say see -- but you prefer that I be blindfolded during our time together so I never anticipate your next move. You love seeing me bound, gagged, cuffed, collared; helplessly at your mercy and there solely for your pleasure.

Our relationship was created by our shared need for something rougher, more raw, passionate and secretly fulfilling. Neither of us was getting what we truly craved in our everyday lives. Despite our age gap of twenty-four years, we have a strong bond (pun intended) due to how much we truly satisfy one another in every way possible.

I met you online and we quickly became very comfortable with each other. We'd gotten out of monotonous relationships and dull one-night-stands that only left us craving our fantasies more and more. You learned quickly how much of a slut I truly wanted to be and that I'd never had the opportunity to fully release that side of me and put my trust in someone who could properly dominate and take care of me. You craved to control someone's sexual desires and to give your fullest pleasure to a woman who could prove she deserved it.

Time after time, you were left needing more than just sex with women who only showed interest in pleasing you when it fit their own agenda. And, time after time, I was left with some ill-experienced guy who could not keep up with my demands. 

You discovered every way to work yourself into my mind and unleash my darkest sexual needs, which you promised to fulfill someday. The day that we met could be a story of its own. But, since I moved in with you, our esoteric relationship has kept us happier than either of us had been in years. My complete submission and dedication to you brought things out of you that no one had done before. My devotion to pleasing you fueled your need to give me everything I'd been craving as well. And we perfectly balanced meeting our needs and pushing our limits. I'd never felt as slutty as when I was with you, and you'd never felt as free as when you were in complete control of me. 

Today, I planned on surprising you by tying my ankles to the bed and waiting for you to come home and find your little toy blindfolded, aching to be touched. Apparently, you had other plans, though, and have invited your friends over to watch a fight and drink after work. You send them to your house when they are done on the job site and tell them you will meet them there after you finish up some work inside the office. Our home stays unlocked as we live in a safe neighborhood and we have an open door for friends to visit. I hear the noise of several car doors shutting in the driveway and realize that my plans may have to wait. I decide to lay and wait for you, anyway, thinking you will be coming in to change out of your work attire any minute. The thought of your friends hearing us makes my body squirm in anticipation. 

My lustful thoughts are interrupted when I feel a presence in the room. Footsteps are closer to the bed now and I shudder under the touch of a hand... that isn't yours. I gasp and before I can protest, lips are pressed against mine, keeping me quiet. The hand exploring me tweaks each of my nipples before making its way between my tense thighs, pulled far apart by the ropes and meant for your pleasure - not this stranger. The lips are replaced by an unfamiliar cock which is shoved far into my mouth when I gasp again. He has grabbed my wrists tightly and holds them above my head while I'm drooling around his thick member. I'm aware of another set of footsteps in the room, which I hope are yours as you watch me take this unknown cock down my throat. Someone else climbs onto the bed between my legs and I feel the bulging head of another cock, which is not yours, enter my throbbing pussy. 

I know I could protest and tell these men to stop at any moment, but my dripping cunt betrays me and I moan around the cock in my mouth, causing its owner to moan and thrust harder. The man in my pussy switches places with the one in my mouth and the second slightly larger cock slips inside my tight walls. His hands grip my thighs firmly, digging his nails in while my pussy clenches him with every thrust. His moans only make me more conflicted: loving the rush of a stranger's cock filling the hole that you own, but scared of the consequences I will later face from you. 

"David is a lucky man to have a young little slut like you to come home to," I hear one of them say as a cock brushes my lips and I greedily open them, meeting the tip with my tongue. More footsteps are in the room now and I hear, "Holy shit, did we get lucky? David won't be here for at least a half hour." 

My hands are placed around two new cocks. Now, four of your friends take what they want from my helpless, desperately turned on body. I have no idea if you planned this or not, but the more your friends talk, I realize that they've made these plans by themselves. Thinking you could come in at any moment and see your little fuck toy getting used by your friends is making me nervous. My loud moans and wet cunt would suggest otherwise, though. 

The men take turns getting in between my tied and spread legs, ramming my pussy but never letting me have the release I so desperately need. I want to rip the blindfold off and figure out whose cocks are taking control of my pussy without your permission, but my arms are held down while I'm relentlessly fucked. Their grunts turn me on more and make my pussy throb wanting to cum. The man fucking my mouth pulls out, my slobber dripping down my chin as he shoots his cum onto my face. I try to catch as much of it as I can in my mouth and I feel the man between my legs pull out of my soaking wet cunt. He leans over me and covers my chest with his hot load. The remaining two of your friends take turns violating my pussy until they're ready to blow and coat my chest, neck, and face with even more cum. My clit is swollen and I clench my walls tight, dying for an orgasm that I've been looking forward to all day. 

"You'd better keep a secret, whore," I hear, as my ankles are unbound and I'm left a wet, cum-covered mess on the bed. Your friends leave the room and I peel the blindfold off and look down at myself. I feel cum dripping from my lips and chin and see bruises starting to form on my thighs. My lust is replaced with a slow-creeping fear at the thought of my punishment for allowing your friends to have my body without your permission.

I quickly get up, grab a towel from the bathroom and wipe the cum off of me. I slip on a pair of skimpy lace panties and mist myself in your favorite perfume, hoping to distract you from the state of my used body. I'm straightening my hair and fixing my smeared makeup when I hear the front door open and you greet your friends. They're now watching TV in the living room as if they've been there enjoying their beers for the past thirty minutes, instead of your girlfriend's pussy.

I'm applying a touch of lip gloss when I feel your eyes looking me up and down as you enter the room. I bite my lip and turn to face you. 

"Rough day, baby girl?" 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story and I would appreciate feedback. The story is based on a real relationship, and Part Two will continue after this.