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A New Relationship
When we arrived back at Becky’s house, I kept her hands cuffed behind her back and sat her in one of her wooden straight backed living room chairs. I quickly went into her bedroom and pulled down her box of sex toys.
I returned to the living room with yards of white cotton rope. Moving her so that her arms were over the back of the chair, I quickly used the rope to tie her handcuffed wrists to the bottom of the chair. I then tied each of her ankles to the back legs of the chair. Becky did not protest, but seemed to rather enjoy being tied to her chair.
When I was absolutely certain that she wasn’t going to be able to move from the chair, I pulled a chair around in front of her and sat down. “Becky, you’ve told me you’re a woman who is two different people. Now, I want to know which woman you are.
“Are you the conservative woman who doesn’t sleep with men on the first date? Are you the one who only wants to have conventional sex? Pretty much the woman you claimed to be in the bar.
“Or are you the kinky, hot woman who I met last night? The woman who likes to get fucked from behind and have her ass spanked? The woman who sucked me off this morning to wake me and the one who was turned on by being humiliated in front of two women in the bar?
“I want you to know that I think which ever woman you are is beautiful woman who I would like to get to know. But, I want to know which woman I’m dealing with. I want you to be happy. Now tell me which woman you are. Be honest with me and more importantly be honest with yourself.”
I sat in silence and waited. I was going to make her tell what woman she wanted to be. This was going to be her decision. No one else’s. The silence was deafening in the room.
Finally, Becky took a deep breath and looked at me. “I’m the woman from last night. I’ve always been that woman and too afraid to admit it.”
“Are you certain?”
“Absolutely. When I knew those two girls were listening to our conversation I got so wet I was amazed that I didn’t have a wet spot on the back of my skirt. And I cannot deny what my body is telling me.”
“What do you mean you’ve always been that type of woman?”
Becky began telling me when she was a young girl the kids in her small town would play a game they called Save the Slave. The basis of the game is each team would grab a player from the opposite team and tie them up and hide them in a location. The goal was to catch your teammate before your slave was taken back.
Whenever they would play, Becky would always volunteer to be the slave girl. Since the games started when she was just entering middle school everything was done innocently. But as the game continued into her high school year’s things became less innocent.
In the summer after her freshman year she had physically developed. After that happened, whenever she was tied up the boys always did so in a fashion that would cause her to thrust her tits forward.
The boys then progressed to accidently brushing against her breasts as they were tying her up. Becky told me these accidently brushes sent shockwaves to her pussy. Soon the accidently brushes turned into outright groping of her breasts.
By the time she was going into her senior year, she was tied, stripped of her shirt so that her breasts could be fondled and played with and made to give blowjobs until she was saved.
“Did you have a boyfriend at the time?”
“Oh yes.”
“Didn’t he care about you giving everyone a blowjob while you played? Or did he not know about the game?”
“He knew about the game. I think he was the one who started it. I know that when I had to give everyone blowjobs and we were on the same team, he would take his sweet time saving me.
“When we were on opposite teams he would encourage the guys to be rougher with me. He even tried to talk girls into letting me eat them out. No one would take him up on the offer.”
“Have you ever eaten another woman’s pussy?” I didn’t know if she would tell me about it, but I thought I would take a chance. It seemed that she might actually be opening up and being honest with me and herself.
“Numerous times. I was in a sorority in college. You live in a house with a bunch of sexy, horny girls something is going to happen. When you throw in alcohol and a lot of sex talk and it’s very likely that we’d all end up naked.”
“Okay. Have you ever been tied up by another man?”
“I was tied up many times by my high school boyfriend. We used to do all kinds of crazy stuff. But we broke up in college and I haven’t been tied up by another man until tonight.”
I stood and walked over to Becky. She looked so damn sexy tied in her chair. Her blouse was really straining against her breasts. Her nipples were standing at attention. I reached down and ripped open her blouse. Her sexy bra looked great against the pale skin of her breasts, but I wanted her tits. I ripped her bra open to reveal her amazing tits.
“Did your boyfriend ever do anything to humiliate you?”
“One time, when we were in college, he tied me up and took photos of me in various positions. He also took pictures of me while he fucked me with his cock and other objects.”
“Do you have the photographs?” I would love to see what this beauty looked like in college.
“No. I don’t know what happened to them. I believe they were destroyed before we broke up.”
At that point I was done with story time. I left her and returned to her bedroom and her box of sex toys. I grabbed a couple items and returned to the gorgeous CFO. Using a pair of scissors I found in the bedroom I quickly cut off her skirt and her sexy panties, leaving her naked.
I then wrapped rope around each of her knees, pulled them wide and tied the rope off to the chair. With her pussy exposed and readily available to me, I took a remote control dildo and buried it deep in her dripping wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure.
Next I took a pair of mean looking nipple clamps and closed them on each of her rock hard numbs. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When I was finished, I turned on the vibe onto low and stepped close to her.
“Becky, do you know what they call a woman who allows herself to be fucked from behind and spanked at the same time? A woman who allows herself to handcuffed in public.” I turned up the vibrator a couple of notches. Becky jumped from the unexpected pleasure.
“A woman who allows herself to be tied up in her own house,” I continued. “Who allows herself to stripped naked as she tells her deepest darkest secrets. Do you know what they call a woman who does that?” I turned up the vibrator a little more.
“No. What do they call a woman who allows that to happen to her?” she asked between pants.
“They call her a whore.” I turned up the vibe more. “Many people think of a whore as being a bad thing. But, I think it is a good thing. So tell me, are you a whore?”
I turned up the vibe to full blast and started to twist and pull on her nipple clamps. Becky screamed and started to go crazy. As I played with her body, I continued to instruct Becky to tell me what she was.
Finally, after writhing against her restraints she caved. “I’m a whore,” she said defeated, then exploded with an orgasm and chanted that she was a whore.
To be continued…..
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