I let Luke attach the collar around my neck as I am paralysed with fear. How did I just agree to this? It’s not like I had much of a choice. My heart drop to my stomach when he asks me to remove my clothes, get on my knees and spread my legs.
Luke saw me naked plenty of time. He’s my ex after all. We’re still living together since we break up two weeks ago. The cohabitation is due to our economic situation. Appartement don’t go cheap in the area. It wasn’t an ideal arrangement, especially for me since I’m the one who ended things with him. That’s probably why he decided to take his revenge.
While I was at work, he installed a camera in the guest bedroom. That’s where I slept since our separation. I think he expected to spy on me while I was bringing back another man in my bed. What he caught on film was much worst. A night when I had a couple of glasses of wine and was feeling particularly horny, I decided to watch porn while humping my pillow to release myself. Luke showed me the movie. I was horrified. It was thirty minutes of me, completely naked, rubbing my pussy intensely against my pillow while my tits were bouncing outrageously. We weren’t able to see what kind of porno I was watching but we could definitely hear the scream that were coming form my laptop leaving very little to the imagination. And yet, the sound wasn’t covering the fact that I was panting heavily like a dog in heat. But I think the worst is how good you could see my face through all the video.
Luke threatened to put his little movie on the Internet and I implored him not to do it. I told him I would do anything for him. I saw how pleased he was to have this power over me. I thought he’d only ask me to suck his cock or something like that. But what he offered me was so much more awful.
"Ok Olivia, I’ll make a deal with you. For the upcoming month, anytime you’re in the appartement you’ll be my slave in every way that I want except that I won’t fuck you. If by the end of the month, you haven’t begged me to fuck you in the ass, I will let you go and give you all the copies of the film. But, if you beg, you will be mine and I will do whatever please me with you."
I couldn’t believe it. How could I accept such a proposition? While we where together, a big fantasy of him was anal sex, but I never let him take me that way. And now, he thinks he’ll be able to make me beg for it. As much as I’m disgust by the idea to be his slave for the next month, there’s no way I’m going to let him do that to me let alone beg for it. So, I accepted his deal, but first made sure he'd keep my secret for the next month. I realized how sure he was that I'd accept when I saw how quickly he pulled out a dog collar and tied it around my neck.
I start to take off my clothes, again, not terrified that he'll see me naked, but rather that he'll realize how wet I am. Luke his incredibly gorgeous. The kind of man you can put on a Calvin Klein add. Or maybe not. It would be too scandalous to see that big dick of his in those tiny white boxers. I have never had problems getting turned on by him. I even liked his dominant side at the beginning of our relationship. But the more time went by, the more he became cruel and I didn't enjoy it at all. I think our sex life was always a bit too vanilla for him. He must be over the moon to get his revenge. Meanwhile, all I can do is soak my panties. I should be ashamed.
I finish removing my clothes and I take the pose he asked me; on my knees, legs spread. He adds that he wants me to put my hands on my head. I obey, feeling my juices running down my thighs. He kicks my clothes across the room, then approaches me with a wicked grin on his face. He bends over and with his index finger, plays with my clitoris. Not only does he see how wet I am, but he also knows the effect it has on me. I can't help but let out a moan.
"Maybe it won't take me a month after all."
His arrogance makes me want to hit him, but part of me is afraid he's right.
Luke follows up with a list of regulations. Completely naked except for a dog collar, in a degrading position, I'm forced to listen without complaining.
"You won't touch yourself, let alone have an orgasm, without my permission. In return, I will not penetrate you with my cock or any other object. Any other form of stimulation or torture within these walls or in our private garden will be permitted. As soon as you arrive at the apartment, you will be either completely naked or dressed in the clothes of my choice. Every day, you'll have to watch porn for one hour. During this time, I will be able to restrain and tease you as I wish. Oh, and I get to choose what kind of porn you watch. Any sexual activity outside these walls is completely forbidden, and if I discover that you've disobeyed me on this point, your little video will be sent to everyone you know, without warning. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"One last thing: you'll have to call me sir. You're my slave for the next month so try to act like a good slave. Got it?"
"Yes, sir. "
As soon as I say these words, the heat in my belly becomes unbearable. I've had this kind of fantasy before. Being forced to submit to a despicable human being. It's the kind of fantasy that should never come true. I should be terrified, but all I can think of right now is how much I'd love for Luke to order me to get down on all fours and thrust his cock into my wet little pussy. But he won't, he warned me. The next month is going to be awfully long.
Luke wastes no time in putting me to work. He pulls a new accessory from his pockets. He'd definitely planned ahead. At first, I don't really understand what it is. It looks like some kind of jewelry. Then, as soon as I understand, a protest escapes my lips.
"No, please."
Luke remains deaf to my grief. Instead, he has fun jiggling the bells attached to the clamps which, I guess, are going to be fixed to my nipples.
"I've always enjoyed watching you clean the apartment Olivia," he says. "This will make things even more interesting"
I implore him with my gaze and he plunges his eyes into mine. I can see an idea has just popped into his head, but I'm not sure I want to hear it.
"Poor thing, I know your nipples are ultra-sensitive. I'm going to be nice to you and do you a favor. You'll have one hour to clean the apartment to the rhythm of those beautiful bells. Of course, you'll have to get around on all fours while you're at it. Every 10 minutes, you'll be allowed to rub against a piece of furniture. We both know how much you love this but you'll have to control yourself not to cum. If you manage to clean up to my satisfaction in the time allowed, I'll let you come in the manner of my choosing. If not, I will spend the rest of the evening pushing you further to the edge of orgasm without granting you release."
This apartment, which has always seemed so small to me, now seems enormous. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and the living room. All in one hour. Not to mention the fact that I'd have to interrupt myself at least six times to... I don't dare think how I'll look when I’ll have to rub myself wherever I can. And these clamps. God! I'm not going to make it. But I have no other choice. With a heavy heart, I lower my head to my nipples. They're already so hard and swollen. Without waiting for my permission, Luke approaches with the bells. He sets the first one, drawing a high-pitched scream from me. The bastard then has fun swinging the bell. The pain mixed with the humiliation makes me want to cry, and yet I can feel my clit throbbing between my legs.
Once the two clamps are attached, Luke steps back to admire his work. Defying cruelty, he asks me to bounce my titties to make the bells jingle. I shake my chest in an obscene manner to please him. Fortunately, the bells aren't too heavy, but the bite of the clamps recalls itself to me with every movement. Strangely enough, this turns me on even more. What's happening to me?
"If you're really naughty, I've got one we can fix on your little clit too."
I gasp as he starts to giggle. He doesn't carry out his threat and just starts a timer on his cell phone, reminding me that he'll notify me every 10 minutes when it's “humping time”.
On all fours, nipples in restraints and pussy soaked, I rush to the cupboard where we keep the cleaning supplies. I tell myself I should start by dusting the living room. With each step I take, a little music reminds me of the ridiculous state of my condition. When I get back to the living room, I notice that Luke is sitting on the sofa, stereo cranked up, watching a girl get gang banged on TV.
I try to ignore it as I go about my business, but the girl's cries of pleasure only make me feel worse. Before I even have time to do anything, Luke tells me that the first 10 minutes have already passed. He has the decency to interrupt the timer, but not his adult film. I look around for the best option to rub against.
I've come to the conclusion that the arm of the sofa is probably the best choice. As I straighten up to mount the object, I realize that Luke has no intention of moving. His presence unsettles me. Especially when I realize he's unbuttoned his pants to pull out his erect cock. Damn his beautiful cock! I salivate as I press my pussy against the leather of the sofa. He starts masturbating too, but he tries to keep his gaze on the tv. I respond to his insult by trying to make a bigger spectacle of myself. I rub myself aggressively as the little bells swing in all directions. I moan obscenely and raise my hands to my head. Luke finally looks up to see how depraved I am.
This little game backfires when I realize that the orgasm is about to come and I have to stop myself. I grunt in frustration and Luke starts the timer again. As I pull away from the sofa, I almost fall backwards because my legs are so weak.
"Don't forget to clean up after yourself, "he says, pointing to the wet spot on the leather.
Mortified, I clean it up before returning to the dusting.
In the last hour, I've been forced to masturbate against the arm of the sofa, the foot of our old bed, a cushion, a chair leg, a drawer handle and even our old cat's scratching post. I can't say the last one has done any good to my poor sex, which was already on fire. When the timer expires, I kneel down in front of Luke, who has made sure not to miss a thing.
"So, do you think you did a good job cleaning?"
I find it hard to answer while hiding how incredibly horny I am. I feel like I can be heard panting all through the apartment.
"No, sir."
I didn't do half the cleaning I should have done. And even if I had, I know Luke would have found any excuse not to be satisfied.
"Oh, poor thing ! Here you are, all horny and since you didn't respect our agreement, I won't be able to let you relieve yourself. "
He’s having the time of is life seeing me suffer. Meanwhile, the frustration is so great that I can’t help tears coming to my eyes.
"Perhaps if you beg me, I could allow you to come."
I pretend to consider his proposition even though we both know I'm going to do it. I swallow what little pride I have left and start begging.
"Please sir, I beg of you, let me come."
"Oh honey! I know you’re new to this, but that’s not begging. You can do a lot better."
A tear rolls down my cheek. I understand what he wants. He wants me to degrade myself further. Fuck, if my pussy wasn't burning up so much, I'd tell him to fuck off. But I need this orgasm.
"Please sir, I know I’m just a worthless whore who can’t control herself and I don’t deserve your mercy. I’ll do anything if you just let me come. I’m so horny, that it’s hurt. I’m just a little bitch in heat who likes to rub her little pussy all around. Please sir, I’m begging you, allow me to come."
I know it before he says it. He never had any intention to let me come tonight. He brings his lips close to my ear to whisper the words that are about to destroy me.
"Poor little slut. I think I’ll keep you frustrated for the time being. But at least it'll give you a taste of what's to come. You're going to beg me the same way in a couple of weeks so I can fuck that little ass of yours"
