“It’s impolite to stare Lucy,” she says without even raising an eyebrow
Any thought of giving her telling off for being a shit friend disappear completely as I stand there helpless, feeling the blood rush through My body at great speed. I feel every beat of my heart as if it were my first. It pounds so forcefully that I worry for a brief moment that Heather can see it beating through my chest. I have no idea what to say, thankfully I don’t have to say anything.
“Please come in,” she says as she turns and walks away from me, “and please shut the door firmly behind me.”
I spring into action and walk through the doorway into Heather’s apartment. As I follow behind her, I look around at the luxurious apartment. The styling is modern and the furnishings look expensive. Heather had always given the impression that she was wealthy, she talked of weekends away skiing and parties in the South of France. I often thought this was just a smokescreen because she felt embarrassed about her humble origins. I suspected that, deep beneath Heather’s confident exterior lay a girl with so many insecurities that she created this ‘rich bitch’ character as a way to intimidate people. She occasionally mentioned a long term boyfriend, but rarely went into any detail; referring to him only as ‘my man’. As I grew more confident in my theory, I felt certain that ‘her man’ was a figment of her imagination serving only to make her more unattainable, thus making the boys try harder. I spent many hours during my time apart ripping her character into pieces, and I felt certain that I had her all sussed out. However, this theory was blown away the instant she opened the door. I could see in her eyes that it was not an act. This was for real and I was putty in her hands.
I follow her timidly until I reach a wooden table. She pulls a chair out, “Sit here.”
I obey and sit on the chair, wondering why I still haven’t said a word to her.
“Would you like a drink Lucy?” she asks solemnly.
“I’ll have a glass of white wine,” I reply, struggling not to let the nerves show in my voice.
She walks off into the kitchen and returns with a glass. She places it onto the table in front of me and I’m surprised to see that it is a glass of water. I feel confused, and in my tender state, I question whether I asked for a glass of wine or not.
“When you learn some manners Lucy and ask politely, then I may offer you a glass of wine.”
I never let anyone speak to me like that, but for some reason I feel compelled to allow her.
She suddenly bends down in front of me and grabs hold of the chair legs, spinning me round to face her. I feel vulnerable as I leave the safety of the table. She takes a chair and places it directly in front of me, shuffling close to me until our knees are touching. She stares straight at me, her gaze is perturbing
“Do I intimidate you Lucy? she asks.
“Err….well… not at all, no,” I reply, confused by the question
I had found her pseudo posh accent quite irritating in the past but only now do I realise how much it suits her.
“You told me before that you found me attractive. Do you find me attractive now Lucy? Are you aroused by the way I’m dressed?” she asks as she leans forward slightly, making her tits lean out of her corset slightly. “What if I told you that you could have me tonight?”
I am completely lost for words. I want to tell her how much I love her. I want to lean over and kiss her sweet lips and rip off her clothes, but for some reason I find myself unable to say a word. I can’t help but wonder still if this is all an elaborate joke at my expense and at any moment, all the guys from my course will jump out and start laughing. I’m certain this cannot be what it seems, but despite the risk of humiliation I cannot help but give in to her.
“You look good these days Lucy, it looks like you’ve been going to the gym.”
She leans forward, takes hold of my knees and parts them slowly. She stares at my crotch inquisitively, lifting my little dress up to get a better look. I melt into the chair slightly, slouching into the cushion waiting to feel her soft touch on my aching cunt. I feel her hands gripping my thighs firmly, it feels good but her firm grip is bordering on being painful.
“I bet your little cunt is nice and tight isn’t it Lucy. I bet it gets nice and wet when you think about fucking me. I bet you’d like me to suck your cunt until you cum in my mouth, right Lucy?”
Hearing the normally softly spoken Heather speak such filth is a massive turn on. I’m convinced it’s not a joke now, I want to feel her fingers inside me. I’m wriggling in the chair, pushing my pussy towards her hands. I can’t handle being teased anymore and grab hold of her hand and try to make her finger me. She whips her hand away quickly and slaps me across the face. I sit there in shock, legs apart, staring at Heather in disbelief.
“You do not touch me without permission, is that clear?”
I nod slightly, still in shock.
“Sit up straight, you little slut.”
Confusion now takes hold of me, as well as a little fear. No one had ever slapped me before, and certainly not as they were about to finger me!
“You can have me Lucy, but it has to be on my terms. You have to give yourself to me completely and obey everything I ask of you. In return, you will be able to taste the pussy that you have been craving for so long.”
As she finishes her sentence, she stands up and straddles me, pushing her crotch into my face. She grabs hold of my hair and pulls my face into it, forcing me to breath in her musk. It smells delicious, I slip my tongue out to taste it hoping she won’t realise. Heather feels the warmth of my tongue and yanks my head back violently. Still holding my hair, she squeezes my cheeks in hard with her hand.
“What did I say about asking permission Lucy? I’m not sure if I can fuck someone as poorly disciplined as you. Are you willing to be a good little slut and behave yourself?”
Still with my hair in her hands and my cheeks being squeezed hard, I try to say something but her grip makes it impossible.
“What’s the matter Lucy, can’t you talk? And why are you still slouching?!”
My face is freed from her grip for an instant, it was starting to hurt so I’m relieved. The brief respite is shattered by her hand slapping me across the face once more. Before I can scream, she replaces her hand on my face, her thumb squeezing firmly into one cheek while her fingers squeeze the other. I sit up straight in my chair, my back pushed as far back as it can against the back rest. I try and speak
“Please Heather…you’re hurting me” I whimper pathetically.
She releases her grip on my hair and strokes my face softly. I hope that she will be gentler with me now. She reaches between my legs and pulls my kickers down, sliding them down my smooth legs until they are in her hands. She folds them up into a little parcel and rubs them around my hole. I can feel them soaking up the juice that has been dripping out of me since Heather first opened the door. It feels so good but I’m scared to show it, I sit firmly in my chair and let Heather do as she pleases. I watch her smile a wicked smile as she is clearly enjoying stroking my cunt. She pushes her hand inside me, my legs quiver as I finally feel Heathers fingers inside my little hole. But instantly, she removes them and licks her fingers clean. I notice she isn’t holding my knickers anymore, and I realise that she has left them inside me. She stands up, smiling and walks into another room.
“Let’s see if we can stop you slouching Lucy, I want you to show me the respect I deserve by sitting up straight when you are with me.”
She reaches round me and pulls the belt tight, I feel it pull against my waist. It suddenly becomes a little harder to breathe. Heather then takes my hands and pulls them underneath the belt, before tightening it and buckling it shut. I’d been tied up before by my ex-boyfriend, which I enjoyed, but it always seemed too safe. I always wanted a bit more thrill and now, suddenly, I’m genuinely feeling what I had craved to experience. Here I am, tied to a chair, utterly helpless and handing complete control over my body to someone else; a girl who it seems has every intention of using me for her amusement.
Once she has me strapped in tightly, she returns to her seat and reaches back towards my cunt. I feel 2 of her fingers reach inside me again. Despite being afraid, I still manage to enjoy the feeling as her fingers probe and wriggle around inside me. She started to pull her fingers out of me and watched closely as her fingers reappeared, covered in my cunt juice. She lifts her hand up and licks my juice off her fingers before moving her hand towards my mouth. With her left hand she grips my face again.
“Open my mouth and stick out my tongue,” she demands.
I’m fearful of another slap, so I oblige. She places my soaking wet knickers on my tongue and rubs up and down, making me taste my pussy juice. I have mixed emotions flooding through me, the sexual arousal of feeling Heather’s touch on my body with the fear of being hurt again. I start to feel tears roll down my cheek as the pain of being slapped registers with my brain. Heather sees them and leans into my face and licks them off my cheek. She whispers into my ear:
“Are you going to be a good girl now Lucy so I can get what I want.”
She turns my face toward her. I nod slowly.
“You see Lucy, I can’t trust you now because you didn’t obey me before. If you really want to fuck me, you’re going to have to sign a contract to say you will obey. That’s the only way I can trust you. I hope that’s not going to be a problem?”
I have always been cautious about signing contracts, and the thought of signing a contract while under threat of violence is a different matter. I want so much to give in to her, I know that the contract is just a game but I can’t help but feel worried. Heather senses my caution.
“I’m sorry Lucy, where are my manners?”
She releases my face from her grip, stands up and walks over to her coffee table. I breathe a sigh of relief, wondering if things will take a gentler turn now. Maybe it will be my turn to be the dominant one now? She turns round and returns to her chair again, producing a shiny silver pen in her hand. She holds it up to my face, I’m breathing heavily from a mixture of arousal and fear.
“How can you sign a contract without a pen?”
She moves her hand back down to my crotch and I can feel the cold metal tracing its way up my legs. It feels so cold on my hot thighs, I can’t help but shiver. It finds its way up to my hole, I feel the pen pushing against me gently. The pressure increases until my pussy finally gives in. Heather pushes the silver pen inside me, before pulling it out. She does this over and over, watching me closely as she twists it in and out of me. I moan quietly through the soaking underwear in my mouth.
“Are you ready to sign my contract Lucy? Are you going to be the good little slut that I need you to be?”
My legs start to tremble as the arousal overcomes me. My face starts to throb where I had been slapped, I wonder why it feels so good all of a sudden. As my blood starts to pump faster, I find myself giving in to Heather completely. The sight of her in front of me, dressed like the sexiest whore I have ever seen was enough to send me into an incredible orgasm. Heather knew what was building inside me, she was working the little pen so well. She clearly knew what she was doing. Suddenly, she stops fucking me with it.
“If you want to cum, you need to sign my contract Lucy”
I’m seconds away from cumming and desperate, I would do anything for her. I nod and mumble through the kickers in my mouth.
Heather reaches for my face and pulls the thong out of my mouth slowly, delighting in the spit that comes with it. I gasp for air and try to squirm on the pen, but the belt I’m tied to makes it impossible. Scared of another slap I keep still, hoping that heather will let me cum as soon as I sign her contract. She pulls the pen out of me slowly, my eyes roll as she pulls and twists. Heather pulls it out completely and holds it up for me to see. She moves it towards my mouth and I know exactly what to do with it. She puts it in my mouth and I grip it tight, I taste the beautiful sweetness of my pussy on its surface. Heather removes the lid at the other end.
“Hold it tight.”
I feel the belt loosen around my waist as heather unties me. It feels good to be free again, I can relax a little finally. I then feel the belt tighten hard around my wrists as Heather bounds them together tight. She stands over me, produces the contract and places it on the desk.
“Stand up.”
I stand up and heather moves I around the desk so that I’m facing the contract.
“Bend over and put pen to paper.”
I oblige and bend over until the nib of the pen makes contact with the paper. I start to write my name and suddenly feel her hand crash on my exposed ass cheek. I yelp as the slap sends a shockwave of pain through my waist, before pulsing through my cunt. As much as it hurt, I enjoyed the sensation, although I’m scared to give the game away in case heather hits me even harder next time.
“You don’t sign until I tell you, ok slut?”
I murmur through the pen in my mouth.
“Now lean over and arch your back slut.”
I bend over again and arch my back as demanded. I feel heather exploring my cunt again, her fingers rubbing all over me. I feel one of her fingers start to push into me, then two, then three. I feel so full, the feeling overcomes me and I forget what I have been told to do. I let my face rest against the desk and enjoy the sensation. Suddenly, I feel Heather’s hand on my head again as she grabs hold of My hair and pulls my head up, resting the pen on the paper once more. She now has one hand holding my head and the other is starting to fuck me with her fingers.
“If you’re having trouble slut, I’ll help you sign it.”
She starts to fuck me hard with her fingers, pushing inside me hard as her three fingers stretch my little hole. As she fucks my throbbing cunt, she moves my head about helping me to sign my name. A rough looking L appears on the page. Then a U. Her fingers are working me harder and faster now and I start to moan louder. I know a massive orgasm is imminent and I know that when it does, my legs are going to buckle and I will get a massive smack on the arse. I nervously watch as Heather uses my head to finish the C. My eyes start to close, I bite the pen hard as the sensations start to hit me. As the first wave hits me, my legs start to tremble. There is nothing I can do now, I don’t care though, if I have to take a slap to get this orgasm then I will happily take it. I feel the juice start to flow down my thigh, my knees start to give way as my whole body starts to shake. Heather has complete control of me and I finally realise that I love it. I open my eyes and see to my delight a very shaky looking LUCY on the page. There it is, legally binding (I hope), I’m Heather’s own slut. She will have me as she wishes and I will have no choice but to obey.
As these thoughts flood through my brain, the orgasm takes control of my body and senses. Heather has got what she wants from me and now she is fucking my cunt so hard, delighting in the sight of my slim waist as my back is arched beautifully. She grips my hair even tighter as I cum.
“Spit the pen out slut. Moan for me.”
I spit the pen out onto the table and start to moan loudly. The arousal and tension of the evening let out in one scream. She pulls my head up, arching my back even further. She watches as I tremble and moan loudly with pleasure. Finally, my legs give way and I collapse on the floor. I lay on the cool, hardwood floor wriggling in ecstasy. I look up at Heather smiling with joy, only to see her looking down at me coldly.
“Did I say you could lie down slut?”