Chloe gets more than she bargained for
by 2NN
Warning: This story is not for minors or people who are easily offended
by homosexuality or S&M. If you are a minor or easily offended, go
elsewhere now.
This story was inspired by an account of a real-life experience a reader
sent me. Thank you.
Chapter 1: First encounter
Chloe had been waiting anxiously for this
weekend for almost a month. Tonight she was going to meet the mystery
man who had so ignited her deepest and darkest fantasies.
Chloe was a transvestite of the submissive persuasion. To the outside
world she was still the same old guy, but at night, sitting by her
computer she became a raging rubber fetishist, an ultra submissive
transvestite for whom almost nothing was too extreme. As of yet her
encounters in the real world had varied from some almost vanilla
encounters to a few truly extreme sessions. In the most extreme she had
been inescapably bound in rubber and placed underneath the floor of the
toilet of a gay club, a tube running from one of the urinals into her
mouth.
Most of Chloe's contacts had been over the Net and it was the same with
this guy. She had made contact a couple of weeks ago and very quickly
his suggestions as to what he would like to do to her, had driven her
almost wild. She simply had to meet this guy. Chloe was terribly afraid
that the meeting would prove to be a massive disappointment, that he
couldn't live up to what he had written during their e-mail exchange.
And at first it had looked like her fears had been true. They had met at
a busy cafe close to the hotel where they both stayed. Chloe had
insisted that their encounter not take place in her home. So they met at
the cafe, Chloe dressed as her boring, old male self. The guy whom she
would call Master within an hour, arrived fashionably late. He looked
perfectly ordinary, somewhat above average height and with a knowing
smile that gave Chloe an expectant little shiver down her spine. Nothing
more. They ate a light meal while they chatted about nothing in
particular and Chloe began to get the feeling that this was gong to be
bust, a lot of trouble for nothing, a weekend stay at a hotel for
nothing.
But when the noise level rose in the cafe rose as people streaming from
work began to fill up the place, it became much harder for others to
hear what they were talking about and the man leaned forward and looked
her into the eyes: "Enough of this chitchat, you filthy slut. It's time
that you get into your rubbers and get ready for a good fucking." The
man spoke in calm and reasonable tones but there was no mistaking his
intentions or the intensity of his words. Suddenly things had gone from
too slow, too much too fast. Chloe began talking about safe words and
rules and the man agreed to all her proposals, but the way in which he
agreed made her shiver. It was perfectly clear that he wanted her
wrapped up in feminine rubber attire as soon as possible and that she
could expect little mercy from him. Maybe this was going to be a good
weekend after all.
He had insisted that they have separate rooms at the hotel and that the
action take place in her room. Now they first went to their separate
rooms to change. Chloe didn't know how much he needed to change, but she
certainly had a bit of work to do before she looked like a proper rubber
clad whore. She dressed as per his instructions and soon she thought she
looked very good. She wore a full-body, black rubber suit open only at
the neck, hands and crotch. Covering her crotch was a pair of tiny, red
rubber panties squeezing her genitals almost uncomfortably. Almost. On
her feet were a pair of high-heeled pumps and on her hands were shoulder
length, red, rubber opera gloves. Compressing her waist was a stiff red
corset. Chloe looked in the mirror and thought she looked very sexy. She
couldn't wait to find out what he thought of her. She had left her head
uncovered and had thrown a bathrobe over the costume so that she could
stick her head around the door when opening it without attracting too
much attention.
When she heard knocks on the door, her heart began to pound. This was
it. As she opened the door she was slightly disappointed. The man wore
nothing more provocative than a pair of black boots, black jeans and a
tight-fitting, black T-shirt. He looked ordinary.
But his behavior certainly wasn't. He pushed her inside and as he
slammed the door behind him, he shouted in her face: "Stupid bitch. Why
aren't you properly dressed? Why is your face not covered?" When Chloe
tried explaining, he slapped her face hard, so hard that she fell down.
As he knelt beside her, she almost said the safe word as he grabbed her
neck with strong hands. She opened her mouth to say it and just then he
kissed her. Hard. Her hands had flown to her face to protect it so her
crotch was undefended and now his palm folded over her genitals and
began to knead them. Chloe went from almost shock from his violent
behavior, to almost shock from his insistent groping. He kissed and
groped her for a long time and Chloe could feel herself get hard, her
cock straining against the red, rubber panties. Then, just as suddenly
as he had slapped her, he stood up and again ordered her to finish
dressing. She was a second recovering, but as he looked at her
menacingly, she quickly sprang into action. Faster than she would have
thought possible her bathrobe had been thrown away and her face had been
covered in a black, rubber hood, leaving only her eyes, nostrils and
mouth uncovered. To cap it off she fastened a thick and broad, black
leather collar around her neck.
The man looked at her and nodded approvingly: "Much better slut. Much
better." He indicated that she should kneel before him and she rushed to
do so. Then he continued: "A few ground rules: Obey me without
hesitation at all times. The first and last words out of your mouth will
always be 'Master', IF you are allowed to speak. And finally you are
absolutely forbidden to touch yourself or to cum without my permission.
The rest you will learn as we go along." Chloe shuddered. Maybe she had
found a master who could bring her to new heights after all.
Then the games began. He pulled out his member and Chloe was convinced
that he would want a blowjob. But no. Instead he pissed in her mouth,
forcing her to swallow very quickly, so as not to stain the carpet,
something she thought both the hotel and Master would disapprove of.
Somehow she managed to swallow it all and she tried to catch her breath,
Master spun her around and threw her down so that she stood on all
fours. There was no time to react as he began slapping her ass with his
bare hand, leaning into the blows. He kept up the slapping until Chloe
was groaning with pain. Then he stopped and quickly greased up her ass.
As his fingers entered her, her groaning turned passionate. The passion
in her cries intensified when he slipped her erect member out of the
panties and began stroking it. Everything was going too fast, but Chloe
didn't care anymore. She was so close to cuming, her cock throbbed with
need as her moaning became louder. Just as she was about to cum, Master
pulled his hand away.
Chloe whimpered with disappointment, but had the presence of mind not to
finish the job herself. That would have been a mistake. Her whimpering
turned to cries of passion once again as he mounted her from behind
while resuming his stroking of her cock. The fucking Chloe now received
ranked among the best she had ever had: long, passionate, and hard and
gentle at the same time. It would have been perfect if he had allowed
her to cum. Instead he let her hang as he shot his load up her ass,
again taking his hand away just as she was about to explode. This time
she almost cried and begged for release. Chloe couldn't remember having
ever been so horny before. As Master came while letting her hang
unfulfilled, she did beg for release but it did her no good. Master just
turned her around and ordered her to clean his cock. Normally she would
have thought it a disgusting job and refused to do it, but she was
desperate to be allowed to cum and thought that obedience might help.
Whether obedience helped her case or not was hard to determine. She
wasn't allowed to cum, but neither was she punished. In any case there
wasn't time to think it over as Master began playing with her body.
Producing a pair of rubber mittens for her hands seemingly from thin
air, Master rendered her hands useless as he sealed them inside the
mittens and tied the mittens to her collar.
Again he started by groping her now unprotected body, but soon he was
ordering her around; making her strike certain humiliating poses or
simply grovel at his feet. As she did this, the man produced a camera
and began snapping away. Chloe had long wanted to have some photos taken
of her while dressed properly and this was part of the agreement they
had reached before even meeting.
Chloe loved it. Here she was being bossed around, displaying her
submissiveness and having someone to take pictures of it as well. The
only thing she didn't like was the frustration of having a raging
hard-on and not being allowed to cum. Her cock was hard, throbbing and
ready and there was nothing she could do about it.
After a while Master got horny again and soon Chloe was on her knees
servicing him. As she sucked Chloe tried to rub against his leg as she
tried to get off, but a warning from Master made her stop. With her
mouth full of cock she whimpered with disappointment.
When Chloe had swallowed his cum he gagged her with huge, black
ball-gag. Then he threw her on the bed and tied her legs wide. His
attention then once again turned to her cock. First he played with it
some more, this time actually making her cry with frustration as he
denied her the orgasm she so wanted again and again. After that his
attention to her cock turned more painful. First he "just" flicked his
nail at her balls, making her scream with pain as he grazed them with
enough force to make her go rigid with pain. Then he began using hot
wax. When Chloe saw what his intention was, she immediately began
humming a tune, which was the agreed on "safe word" if she was gagged.
Master heard this, looked up and smiled: "you don't really think that
you're getting off that easy, do you?" he mocked. Chloe was shocked!
Master was going to break the rules! She began screaming behind her gag.
This did her no good as he sat on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He
then tied straps from her collar to the headboard of the bed, insuring
that she wouldn't be able to sit up. Once this was accomplished he got
off the bed and turned on the TV, making sure the volume was just loud
enough to drown out her muffled screams. Then he resumed playing with
her genitals. In minutes Chloe was screaming and thrashing as the pain
in her crotch drove her almost mad. When it was finally over she lay
sobbing, her genitals completely encrusted with wax and throbbing with
pain. Chloe was sure that her cock was permanently damaged.
Master soon proved that this was wrong. He removed the wax, cleaned her
cock and allowed her a bit of rest. While he left her alone, Chloe
wondered how she was going to get out of this one and if she had finally
gone too far. After about half-n-hour Master returned his attention to
her, or more specifically to her member and Chloe was very surprised
that he had her hard and throbbing, this time for sexual release, within
just a few minutes. She couldn't believe that she could still go hard
for a man who had just hurt her and scared her more than she had ever
been scared or hurt before. Nonetheless he kept her on the brink for
what seemed like hours before removing her hand to the sound of her
mewling pleas, ignoring them completely.
Once he was done playing with her cock, he released from the bed and
helped her stand. She was still gagged and her hands were still in
mittens and tied to her collar, so she didn't dare resist. Besides, the
fear she had felt had been mostly replaced by lust and she was now more
interested in cuming than in escape. Master led her into the bathroom
and held her cock while she relieved herself on his command. Then he
looked deeply into her eyes and said: "I'll take out your gag so you can
drink. If you even consider screaming, I'll dip your cock and your balls
in boiling water. Understood?" Terrified Chloe nodded. Then her gag was
removed and he let her drink from a bottle of soda.
He then re-gagged her and led her back to the bed. As she watched he
covered it with a black rubber sheet and Chloe felt a shiver of fearful
anticipation run down her spine. They had discussed mummification and
she now saw him take out a great deal of things made out of rubber. She
was still very nervous about him breaking their agreement, but she had
looked forward to this very much and couldn't help getting excited.
Before wrapping her up, however, Master had some needs to fulfill and he
pressed her up against the wall as he fucked her ass with great force
and skill. Chloe had to admit that the man really knew how to use his
cock. Just having him inside her, made her go hard and needy again.
Once his needs had been taken care of, he threw Chloe down on the rubber
sheets. First he strapped her legs together, before making her put her
arms down her side so that he could strap them in place too. Chloe could
have resisted, but she was too scared and horny. Besides it was quite
clear that Master was ready for almost anything, so she gave up and soon
she lay helpless on the bed.
Master then replaced her gag with a short, thick tube, which he taped in
place. Then he took out long rolls of rubber and began wrapping her up.
Master was far more meticulous than anyone she had ever met before and
when he was done, Chloe was wrapped in a rubber cocoon so thick that she
had trouble even wriggling. All sight had disappeared and all the sounds
were muffled. The only places he had left uncovered were her breathing
tube and her genitals. Leaving her genitals free had definitely not been
part of the agreement, but then Master had already shown nothing but
disregard for their prior arrangements. Chloe once again began feeling
nervous about the whole thing. Master finished the job by meticulously
wrapping her up in a layer of duct tape.
Chloe's nervousness was well founded as it turned out. At first he
"just" teased her some more, making her thrash and scream for release
that never came. When her thrashing became too much, he used long,
sturdy cargo straps to tie her to the bed, almost squeezing all the air
out of her. After he had finished playing with her cock some more, she
heard him say that she should get ready to swallow. A funnel was
inserted into her breathing tube and soon she felt warm piss filling up
her mouth. Finally, just to really scare her, Master held his hand over
the breathing tube, completely sealing off her air supply. In just
seconds she was close to panic as he denied her air and she was sure
that he was going to let her die, when the hand was removed and she was
once again allowed to breathe.
It took a while for her to regain her composure and when she did, Master
once again began playing with her cock. After another long and
frustrating session where she was not allowed to cum, she felt him pull
a condom over her cock. Then he leaned close and said to her: "The
condom is connected to a bag, so if you need to pee, just do it. I'll be
back tomorrow." His words once again threw her into near panic. Was he
just going to leave her here? What if something happened?
As before there was nothing she could do. She was inescapably bound and
all she could do was to listen to the drone of the TV drowning out both
her cries for help and Master's retreating footsteps. She faintly heard
the door close and then she was alone. She briefly considered the
possibility that he had tricked her and had actually snuck back into the
room to watch her, but considering his brutal treatment of her, she
found it highly unlikely. In any case she had little choice but to wait.
Chloe must have fallen asleep, because when she once again returned her
attention to the sound of the TV, it sounded more like the morning news
than the late-night movie. He had left her like that the whole night!
Chloe lay shocked for several hours before she heard the sound of the
door opening and footsteps approaching the bed. She heard Master's voice
ask her: "Still alive, are we?" and she nodded vigorously, hoping to be
set free.
But she was not released. Instead the funnel was placed in her breathing
tube and her mouth was once again filled with urine. Then she felt the
bed give as Master sat down and began playing with her cock. This time
it was not only frustrating, but also painful as she had blue balls from
the day before and was very tender from not being allowed to cum. It
didn't matter. In minutes she was again straining for release as the
need to cum filled her whole universe. She didn't know for how long
Master played with her cock, but when he took his hand away she was
again crying with frustration.
Then, without a word of warning, he left her again. She heard the door
close and she alone with the droning TV. She was tied down and helpless,
unable to move and the only way she had of keeping track of time was the
sound of the TV. During the day she filled urine bag attached to her
cock and she must have fallen asleep again, because once again the sound
from the TV were those of an action packed Saturday night movie.
Finally late a night Master returned, but still he did nothing to
release her. He just changed her urine bag, played some more with her
cock before leaving her alone again. Chloe cried with frustration as he
left, both sexual and otherwise. She was trapped and the long hours
spent in the same position were beginning to hurt her body. But she had
no choice. In spite of her aching body and her terrified and excited
mind, she was forced to spend another night alone, mummified and
strapped to the bed. This had been one of her fantasies for a long time
and she couldn't deny that it excited her, but the fantasy had been
taken too far, to where it scared her badly. She was unsure that she was
ever going to be let free. Still, she was tired and so she fell asleep,
her mind visited by dreams of hard and unforgiving slavery to the cruel
man who held her captive.
When Chloe woke up she could feel someone playing with her cock. She was
very tender and the slightest touch was an exquisite mixture of pleasure
and pain. However, this time Master didn't play with her cock for long.
When he took his hand away from her straining and tender cock Chloe got
yet another nasty surprise. Suddenly she felt her cock being enveloped
in an icepack, the painful cold filling her dark and immobile universe.
As she cried her cock shrunk until it was just a tiny shivering
appendage. Then things turned for the worse. To Chloe's desperate cries
Master locked a chastity device onto her cock. It consisted of a steel
tube enveloping her entire cock. At the end there were some small holes
so that Chloe would be able to pee, but she would be unable to touch any
part of her cock unless she used something roughly equivalent to a
knitting needle. The tube was only big enough to hold her cold and
flaccid member and the minute it began to grow, it pressed painfully
against it's steel prison. It was bent; forcing her cock to point
downwards and thus prevented an unsightly bulge in her pants. The
chastity tube was held in place by a steel ring going around Chloe's
scrotum. The ring was hinged on one side and locked in place by a steel
padlock on the other. Chloe cried with frustration and despair as Master
sealed her poor cock inside it. She immediately began thinking about how
to get it off.
After fitting her with the chastity device Master began removing Chloe's
bindings. Slowly the duct tape and the rubber strips came off until
Chloe finally lay prone on the bed. At first her limbs were simply too
stiff to move, but as she gradually gained control over them she chose
to remain still so as not to displease Master. Seeing this made Master
smile and after a little while he climbed on top of her chest and made
Chloe blow him. When she had swallowed his cum he got up and ordered her
to kneel before him. In spite of her sore muscles Chloe quickly knelt in
front of him, her head pressed against the floor. Then Master spoke:
"I'm going to go now slave and you will be free until we meet again. I
expect you to be at this hotel in one months exactly, fully dressed,
ready and waiting for me on Friday night." Chloe nodded in agreement,
but secretly thought that it would be a cold day in Hell before she came
to see this man again. Sure, he had taken her to new submissive heights,
but he was just too dangerous. Chloe wowed to be more careful in the
future. The only problem remaining was how to get the chastity device
off without calling too much attention to herself. But these thoughts
were shattered as he spoke: "I know what you are thinking you miserable
slave-shit. You are just going to take the chastity device off and stay
the hell away from me. Well, you can forget about that." As Chloe
stiffened with fright Master first told her that he had sealed the lock
on the chastity device so that he could spot any tampering with it. This
would not have been a problem if not for the second thing he revealed.
Master knew all about her: her real name, where she lived, where she
worked, everything. He even showed her photos taken inside her
apartment. He also promised that he would find her and punish her if she
tried running away. If Chloe didn't turn up promptly for their next
meeting things would go badly for her.
Things had gone from bad to worse and Chloe sat in shock on the floor as
Master left the hotel room. He knew everything about her. Escape
suddenly seemed very far away. She didn't doubt his ability to watch
her, catch her or punish her after what he had done to her over the
weekend. Chloe couldn't see a way out. For the time being she would have
to play along and obey him until she could come up with a plan. However,
there was another feeling besides despair creeping up on Chloe. She felt
it stir in her now imprisoned member and she felt it tingling in her
stomach. Chloe couldn't help but feel a strong submissive attraction to
the cruel man who had just for all intents and purposes enslaved her.
Chloe couldn't deny that she was still strongly attracted to him and the
things he did to her, so for the next month or until she thought of
something else, she would play along more or less voluntarily.
