Tie Me Up - S01 E04

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Tie Me Up - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Yes, Master

"Knock, knock."

The door of the client's room opens, and there is an obese male in his forties.

It is different from Mary's description. I shrug in my mind—no big deal—it's all the same when the lights are off.

His room is already set up with all the tools of Sadomasochism.

Whips, ropes, blindfolds, handcuffs, and even a nifty-looking leash.

"Hi, I'm ......"

"Get on your knees!" He interrupts me before I can finish introducing myself.

I am shocked by this unanticipated beginning.

"Okay," I say.

It is time to put myself into the character.

Obeying his order and kneeling down on the floor, I hear a strange sound coming from the bathroom, and I subconsciously look over there.

He suddenly slaps me across the face.

"Look at me!"

I turn back and look straight at him.

He is red-faced, wearing only a pair of white, wrinkled underwear, and his already half-bold and oily glimmering head is cast in light by the chandelier.

"Undress."

"Yes, Master."

I set to work the way Mary has taught me.

Frankly, it makes me feel insecure to show my pussy in broad daylight against a bright, unobstructed glass window.

But the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Just think of yourself as another woman named Alice. I say to myself.

From now on, my soul does not exist here. This body belongs to Alice.

I strip off all my clothes, including the underwear, as he has demanded.

His ogling makes him look older and uglier.

"Lick my feet."

I bend my body to the floor in the position of a bitch and crawl awkwardly to him, holding back disgust in my heart as I gently sweep my tongue over his toes.

His skin reeks of an unpleasant toad-like odor. I imagine it as strange-tasting chocolate and used the warmth of my tongue to melt the chocolate coating.

With the gentle sweep of my tongue, his body begins to tremble.

"Oh God, oh God ......" he keeps moaning as if he is so turned on and he is going to pee on me. I have no doubt whatsoever that he would do just that later.

Suddenly, he grabs me hard by the hair and slams my entire body to the side of the bed.

He takes one of the leather whips off the bed and orders, "Get on the bed."

Obeying and crawling on, I make a doggy style, bucking my ass up as high as I can to give him a good view of my pussy.

It is smooth and clean.

His murmur shows he is pleased with the scene before him.

I hear him shout into the bathroom, "Come on out, Mike."

In disbelief, I whip my head around and find a strange male appearing. The person is younger, twice or three times the older one's size appears to me dumb and idle, or even retarded.

The client smiles wickedly: "Say Hi to Mike."

Mike looks rather odd, a bit like a murderer from a documentary, with eyes that don't know where to look at on my body, but that erect cock shows he wants to fuck me.

His presence exceeds threshold levels of my danger scale, setting off the alarms in my head.

I bounce off the bed and protest, "Listen! This isn't what was promised. I thought there was only one person. "

"This isn't the deal."

Mike's eyes are dead on me. He says no word but looks like wanting to eat me up.

The other response to my question with an extremely lewd grin, "Honey, are you sure you want to talk to me about the deal here?"

They exchange glances and then walk in towards me.

I realize I have no way out.

"Okay, Okay ......" I force down my fears and try to stabilize the situation, or at least try not to end up in the headlines as a naked female corpse in the hotel.

"I'm just not sure if you want a threesome......"

"Turn around." The older one interrupts me, His tone indicates that he has reverted to his role as master.

I pretend to be tamed and do as he said, turning around to face the brown leather head of the bed.

There is nothing there.

"SMACK--!!!"

The whip lands hard on my back and there is a popping sound in the air. Since the punishment comes so abruptly I don't even dodge a bit, but received a solid whip.

A hot pain climbs up from my back.

I begin to turn my attention to the small black spots on the head of the bed, trying to ease the pain and fear.

"Bark like a dog."

"Yes, Master." My voice is undulating, "Whoof-"

"Whoof--" "Whoof--"

The whip falls on my back more frequently than once, and I repeat bark commands senselessly.

Meanwhile, my eyes remain on those black dots.

Two ...... three ...... four ...... I count the spots in my mind.

Just as I am trying to distract myself to end this hellish ordeal, the doorbell rings!!

The two men ignore it and continue to whip me.

But the doorbell franticly rings as if it would never stop until someone opens the door.

"Fuck!!! Who's that?"

He says this but makes no action to answer the door.

Then continuously, with a frantic smashing sound, the whole room is exposed to a large bulldozer and sledgehammer.

Mike sneaks into the bathroom in panic and locks the door, His shadow shakes like a three-year-old child.

The older one stands there dully next to the bed.

The time has come!

I stand up in pain and roughly wrap a robe around myself, directly rushing to open the door.

However, out there is a young, unfamiliar man who sees my face and frowns with disappointment.

"How can I help?" I ask him tentatively, trying to figure out if he is Mary's man.

Where I notice that there is another upright back behind him.

That one hears my voice and turns his head.

It is as if my soul was flying overhead at this moment, looking down on this fateful scene.

I hear this woman in a robe in the doorway murmur,

"Sebastian ......"