“I was never any good at sports, anyway. That’s how I ended up with two houses, one here and one in LA,” Greg finished.

I realized then, that I hadn’t been listening. I was consumed in thoughts rushing through my head about last night. I felt like I was in shell shock and living a dream. He went about it like it was just a normal weekend, a typical party. He talked, mostly about himself, as we left the strip heading south. The scenery went from city to desert relatively quickly. Developments with big houses atop hills and gated communities passed by until we pulled off the main road and back into one of them. The houses were tan stucco homes, one just like the other tucked neatly next to one another. We wound through them until we reached the back of the development. There was a small batch of houses that couldn’t be mistaken as the largest in the development. White stucco surrounding the exterior with tan rock gardens was the one he pulled up the brick driveway to parking right outside the garage.

He got out and walked around to open the door for me. He helped me out as my white high heels hit the brick and my tight, short, white strapless dress made it very difficult to do anything without a part of me falling out.

“Why are we here? I thought we were going out?” I asked, looking around at the massive house.

“At this time of day?” he remarked looking at his watch and raising a brow.

“It’s only 11:30. We have time.” This time walking away towards the front door as he spoke.

My heels were clicking along the brick behind him, my phone and wallet in hand, as we reached the tall front door made entirely of glass. He opened the door to the white and black marble-tiled foyer with steps leading to the second floor. Rooms in front and off the sides, he walked straight ahead. I trailed behind taking in all the beauty. We made our way to the back of the house where the dining room and kitchen opened, surrounded by glass walls boarding the back yard with a pool and patio bar/sitting area. He casually walked to the fridge and grabbed himself a drink before his phone rang.

“I gotta take this.” He said, raising one finger and walking back out the foyer. I heard his footsteps climb the stairs as his voice trailed off.

I stood awkwardly holding my things before I get inquisitive. I set my phone and wallet down on the marble island and walked over to the window, taking in the scenery. I made my way to one of the side rooms. It was a sitting room with a couple of couches, a fireplace, and a large tv on one of the walls. Not much else to this room. I left and drifted back through the kitchen to the foyer, peaking into the other two rooms. One looked like a small office with a computer and two monitors on a desk, the other a reading room with bookshelves along the walls and leather armchairs facing the front window.

I began hearing a whistle upstairs like he was calling a dog and looked around to see if one was hiding somewhere. He whistled again as I was walking into the reading room and again while I was walking around checking out the books. Finally, I heard his footsteps shoveling quickly down the stairs. I walked out of the room to see him standing there looking pissed with his arms stretched out.

“I was calling you?” he groaned

“How was I supposed to know? What's going on?” I recoiled

“Jesus,” he blurted “Just follow me.”

We walked up the steps through the winding hallway. All the doors were closed except one room at the end of the hall. He walked in, and I followed. It was a big room with a bed in the back. Around the bed were metal loops on the posts. There were chains hanging on one wall and more metal hooks on the ceiling. The room was painted a dark grey and everything in the room was either black red or made of metal. Small leather chairs sat in the corners and a larger one in the middle of the room. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small rope and walked over to me.

“Put your hands behind your back and turn around.” He said calmly.

“What? Why?” I clambered, fear rushing through me.

“What do you mean 'What?' I want to fuck, turn around.” He demanded with a force in his voice now.

“I thought we were just going out. I didn’t expect all this. I’m not really used to this kind of stuff. Last night was great but I’m not really that girl, you know? I was just living in the moment going along with it.” I stated, matter-of-factly. My mind beginning to turn so fast that I couldn't even talk straight.

He looked down at the ropes momentarily before returning his gaze back towards me, his sharp eyes showing he was not happy with my statement. I stood there, my body tense, I didn’t know what to do with my hands as I held them together tightly in front of me. He walked towards me until he was right up against me. He bent down slightly so his eyes were directly in front of me as he stared right through me.

“You submitted to me,” he said speaking calmly at first but with anger in his tone. “You took my dick in your mouth and claimed yourself to be mine.” He grunted, his cock now pressed against my stomach as he straightened himself up above me with every word.

I stood there staring up at him, not knowing how to respond. He maintained his gaze down on me and I could feel my body begin to heat up. This wasn’t a feeling of fight or flight. The situation began turning me on the angrier he got and the way he spoke of the night before.

“I want you, now,” he demanded.

My hands fell to my side almost involuntarily as I looked up at him. I no longer cared. Just like that, with those simple words with his deep tone and take what he wanted demeanor. I was quickly remembering how the night ended the way it had the night before.

As if on cue, he grabbed my wrist and sharply spun me around, pulling my arm behind my back before grabbing my other. I could feel the rope wrap around my wrists tightly before he tied it off in a knot and spun me back to face him. He looked me up and down as if studying what to do with me before walking away, methodically moving along the cabinets and mumbling to himself. He was pulling stuff out and putting it back, opening and closing doors, setting different items on the counter. I couldn’t tell what he was doing but he had a plan, for sure.

He walked back over with a couple of things in his hand, still eyeing me up and down, and continued behind me. I placed his hands over my shoulders and in front of my face shows me a red ball with leather coming out from either side.

“Open your mouth,” he said, firmly

I opened and he placed the ball in my mouth and tied it behind my head, flipping my hair back up and around it and adjusting it so it fit firmly. He walked back in front of me and stared me in my eyes holding onto something else, this item metal.

“Did you were panties.” He questioned.

He never included that in the box he sent me with the dress, so I figured he didn’t want me to wear them. I stared into his eyes and shook my head.

He wrapped a leather collar connected to a chain around my neck and pulled me across the room next to the cabinets where what looked like a red, curling pad was raised. He pushed me forward up against it and bent down to lock my feet into the clamps on the bottom just wide enough, so my legs were spread just shy of shoulder length. He stood up and grabbed me by the hair, forcing my top half over it. My dress was so tight and short it slide up over my ass, the air gliding across my bare vagina. I felt him take a finger and run it from my tail bone to my pubic and back again.

“I figured your pussy would be a little sore from last night.” He began, now walking about opening doors. “I like to spread out pain and pleasure, so we won’t start there.”

He walked over and I felt the sharp sting of his hand slash across my right ass cheek. Next, I felt a cool liquid being drizzled over my ass and down my legs. The drizzle turned into a pour as he coated my bottom half in what felt like a lubricant as he rubbed it in, rubbing his finger on my asshole and pussy. I then felt something hard press against the band of my asshole before slowly working its way past. I bit down and screamed through my ball gag.

“Breath,” he said calmly.

I forced breaths out the sides of my ball gag and deep in my nose as the stinging and burning subsided slightly before I felt him tug back at it, opening me up again and pushing it deeper inside me. The burning continued as he worked my asshole with his tool. Occasionally, he redirected the pain elsewhere with a smack of my ass cheek or a firm tap on my pussy. I focused on my breathing the best I could, but the opening and closing of my asshole consumed so much of my focus. My hands clenched as he slowly worked the object into me, then pulled just to the large end-piece until it began to stretch me before he worked it back inside me. I felt the raised rings around the device gently glide into me, opening me less than the head but enough to make me flinch before my hold clasped around it.

Even if I wanted to try and clench I couldn’t with all the lubricant coating me and my feet stuck in place. I heard him walk away, leaving the device in place, opening and closing more cabinets, and mumbling to himself. He came back and worked what felt like a rubber piece into my pussy where I begin to feel it vibrate inside of me. At first, it was shocking but after a couple of seconds, it sent waves of pleasure up my spine. I began to moan as the vibrations adjusted from intense to calming. It also took away some of the pain as he worked the hard object deep into me and almost all the way out. It didn’t take long after that for the pain to disappear, entirely, leaving me with waves of pleasure as he slid it in deep and pulled it back, opening me more and more with the thick head until it came out. My hole was now more relaxed, enough for him to work the head back into me without much pain, just shortly, and pop it back out again. He did this a few times, ramping up the speed and intensity before plunging it further than before and returning to smacking my ass a few times.

He pulled the vibrator from my pussy and grabbed me by my hair roughly, jerking me back straight up, standing. The device quickly shifted between my cheeks and in my asshole as I shot up, making me cum. Liquid seemed to have launched out of my vagina, soaking my legs and the floor. My knees trembled and became weak as I screamed and moaned in ecstasy. He held me by my hair, standing, watching me orgasm.

Once the waves subsided, he unlocked my feet from the holders and pulled me by my chain and collar over to his chair. It was hard to stay walking across the floor as the lubricant made my heels slip and slide as he dragged me, causing me to almost fall a few times. The toy in my ass shuffled with each step as I trailed behind him; he didn’t say a word.

He sat down on the chair that had a padded footstool and pushed himself up, sliding his pants off and exposing his erect penis. I waited, standing in front of him, for his command. He began working his cock with the lube on his hands, rubbing his balls and shaft, eyeing me up and down with each stroke.

“Turn around,” he commanded, still stroking.

I slowly turned, making sure not to slip on my lube-covered shoes, showing him my backside, my hands still tied behind my back and the toy sticking out of my asshole. I faced the bed and wait momentarily as he told me to bend over at the waist and take a step or two back. I slid my feet backward until I felt his hand press against my ass cheek. He slid the toy out of my ass and untied my hands.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I turned around to see him holding out a glass cock with a large base and handle like a sword. He wiped it across my face covering it with lube and juices from my ass. He spat in my face and rubbed it around with the glass dildo and spat again.

“You smell your ass, slut?” he asked, holding the glass under my nose as I took a breath in.

I nodded my head, spit foaming out the side of the ball, strings of saliva running out my bottom lip.

“You like to be covered in your ass juices? Your dirty ass is all over your face right now,” he moaned as he stroked his cock and spat in my face again. “You’re disgusting.” He spat in my face again before smacking me across my cheek, almost knocking me over.

“Step up here and turn around, slut,” he demanded through a groan as he leaned back for me to step up on the stool.

I turned around and he grabbed my hips and lowered me down. I bent my knees and put my hands on them as I stuck my ass out. He sat my asshole directly on his cock. He had stretched me out just enough for the tip of his head to enter with ease but was met with resistance.  I felt him pour more lube on my ass, coating his lap in the process. The lube ran down my cheeks onto him. He slid more into me, his head popping inside as I let out a loud moan through my gag.

“Put your hands on the arms and make me cum, whore,” he instructed with a sharp tone.

I sat upright as I held onto the arms of the chair. His cock slid into me further, with ease, reaching the end of my hole quickly.

I let out a loud moan and cried as more pain and burning came back, his cock bigger than the dildo he used on me. I pushed up and allowed myself to lower slowly onto his cock, feeling my hole stretch every time. My arms couldn’t support me for long without growing tired and making me fall faster than I would have liked. My band was wrapped tightly around his cock as if it were holding on for dear life. The lube wouldn’t allow resistance as he slid past with ease. I raised myself off the head, sliding just enough out to rest on my gape, before I slammed myself back on his cock. The pain rushed through me; I yelled and moaned, shaking my ass every time he reached the end of my hole. Wiggling just enough for him to slide a little deeper into me, I still hadn’t reached his lap.

I put my hands back on my knees as they grew tired and bounced my ass up and down on him. His fully erect cock stretched me out enough for me to glide up and down with ease. I wasn’t even sure if I was as tightly wrapped around him anymore, but he still reached the end of me.

He continued to pour lube on my ass and even worked it up to my back, coating my dress in it as I rode his pole up and down, moaning and breathing deeply through my gag every time he reached the end of me.

I thought he was going to break me when he finally grabbed my waist and held me down. My feet struggled to hold me up without slipping. He slid me down, stretching my insides, before he released some pressure and then reapplied, pushing me down again. I screamed and clenched the arm rest as he thrust his cock up into me. His cock began to twitch and pulse as he shot his seed deep into my asshole.

With every pulse, his cock became softer, and I could feel myself lowering until I reached his lap. I sat and shook, not entirely voluntarily, but with some extra movement to help him finish his orgasm.

He moaned and groaned, pulling my ass deep onto him as he came inside me, and let out a deep breath as he finished. My ass nestled into his lap, his cock still fully inside.

“Bend over all the way and lift your ass off my cock,” he stated calmly, giving me a push. “And clench your cheeks so it doesn’t get on me.”

I leaned over so I was laying on my legs and clenched his cock in my asshole as I slid up off him, using mostly my legs to raise me up. I steadied myself with my hands on the foot stool with my ass high in the air. I began to hear air rush out of my hole, a bubbling fart following each time, I couldn’t control it. His seed had been pushed so far inside me that nothing but bubbles and air come out as I felt my band close as far as it could and air release.

He stood up and walked over to his cabinets again and grabbed a few things before returning. He applied more lube over my hole. He stuck the nozzle in and used the remainder to fill me until I could see it, through my legs, pouring out. He then stuck one plug in. He pulled it out and stuck a larger one in. That one wasn’t good enough, either. He stuck the largest one in. It was large enough to stretch my hole wide before it wrapped around the base pushing the liquid up deep inside me. I moaned and immediately came again, my pussy shooting out spurts of cum all over, as he tapped the butt plug making sure it was in place.

He grabbed me by my collar and hair and forced me upright. I felt the liquid slush around inside me as he walked me over to the door.

“Get down on your knees,” he instructed.

I dropped to my knees. He took out the ball gag and unhooked the collar. He looked at me with a serious stern eye and just pointed, a “stay there” gesture, before going to the room next door.

I heard the shower turn on.