The Trap

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The Trap

William Soames nursed his beer while simultaneously keeping his eye both on the Japanese clients (Mr. Sato and Mr. Watanabe) he was entertaining, and on the lithe strippers performing on the stage of the Gentleman's Club they had requested being taken to during their latest visit to America. Little did William suspect that the Japanese clients were watching him in a much closer and more purposeful way. They were unobtrusively watching to see which of the dancers caused him to look more intently, to get a little more flushed in the face, to exhibit the body language of the aroused. They watched to see what would be the key attractors. Would it be breast size, hair color, race, type of costume, demeanor? When the eleventh dancer took the stage they had their answer.

The eleventh dancer took the stage dressed to kill, or at least to maim. She was dressed in black leather from her halter top and matching bra to her mini skirt to her spike-heeled boots. Her prop was a whip which she cracked with a gleam in her eye and as she stripped to the insistent beat of the blaring techno dance music she maintained her illusion of dominance using bold, aggressive movements and by glaring at the half-seen crowd of drunken men. It was only an illusion of dominance because dancer number eleven was no real Domme, but merely one of the more talented 'hookers with a whip' that make money off of popular male fetishes. However, the response her appearance and manner evoked in William gave the Japanese executives exactly the information they were looking for. And they had on retainer just the sort of woman to carry out their plan perfectly.

The next night was the Japanese visitors last night in town, but they begged off the planned farewell dinner at the fancy French restaurant claiming colds and had an alternate suggestion.

"Please, William, if, instead of us, you take our junior associate to dinner. She is quite lovely and convivial and you will enjoy her company," said Mr. Sato over the phone.

Mr. Sato then made elaborate apologies for being unable to attend himself, praised the mutual fund company William worked for, and, lastly, said Ms. Caroline Tanaka would pick William up at his residence the next night at eight sharp.

The next evening as William waited on the sidewalk in front of his townhouse, he idly thought about his usual cares and concerns, about career prospects, bills, marital problems, and the recent results of his favorite sports teams. His reverie was broken as he looked up and saw a breath-taking sight, Ms. Tanaka pulling up in a late model convertible. William gazed at her jet black hair, gorgeous face partly hidden by designer sunglasses, and slim but shapely body in black pants suit.

In the car and at the restaurant Caroline charmed William. He learned that she spent her early life in Japan, but had been sent by her parents to boarding school in Switzerland for high school, and then to college at Wellesley in the States. On her own after graduation, she decided to stay in the US to seek her fortune and two years ago had completed her MBA at the University of Chicago. Now she was ready to achieve, as she put it during desert and after-dinner cognac, World Domination.

Glowing from the cognac, the previous Pinot Noir, the sumptuous meal, and the subtle way Ms. Tanaka had been feeding his ego during the entire evening, William fantasized about taking her to a hotel on the way home and making mad love. He figured he could probably get away with it as his wife never waited up for him when he was entertaining business clients, so getting back at even 3am was not likely to be a problem. He wasn't sure the Japanese lovely would go along with it. Sure she had acted interested during dinner, but that could have been just an attempt to charm him in the interest of good corporate relations. While William ineptly mulled over whether and how to make his move, Caroline Tanaka made hers.

While insisting on paying the check with her corporate Amex, Ms. Tanaka gave William her most ravishing smile and said, "You know, it would really be a shame to let such an enchanting evening end so quickly. My company keeps a co-op apartment downtown that has a spectacular view. I'd really love to show it to you tonight. The senior executives wanted to stay at a hotel this time, so lucky me got the penthouse ... and I'd love to share my good fortune."

William gasped inwardly, but hoped he managed to look casual as he tried to digest his sudden good fortune. He also tried to keep his cool as Caroline drove him to the co-op's garage, took him upstairs in a private elevator, and ushered him into the luxurious corporate suite.

"Make yourself at home," said Caroline kicking off her pumps. She motioned for William to join her on the couch and when he did, playfully loosened his tie for him, her breast lightly brushing his arm for an instant as she leaned forward.

His previous thoughts, Caroline's beauty and intelligence, and now her nearness, the subtle scent of her perfume and her smile were the tinder, and now the touch of her tit was the match. William was enflamed. He leaned forward to kiss her and, while not responding passionately, she didn't push him away. William's erection grew and felt good pressing against her through their clothes, as he pushed himself forward, pushing Caroline down on the couch.

"Okay, William, that's enough," said Caroline from underneath as she managed to get her lips away from his for a moment.

William was pretty good at taking no for an answer and not pressing unwanted affection on women. But Caroline's 'no' didn't sound firm; it sounded more like the kind of 'no' some women said when then wanted the man to do a little urging before they succumbed to his advances. Besides, William had been so sure she wanted him – why else invite him, a married man, to the corporate penthouse, and say 'make yourself at home' and look at him in that alluring way? It's not easy to change directions mentally so quickly with an alcohol befogged brain.

So William paused a moment to show Caroline that her comment registered with him and then resumed kissing her, but more lightly and on her cheek and ear and neck, pausing occasionally to gauge her response.

"No. No. No. No. No." said Caroline, but more as a dreamy murmur than as a true negative.

Judging that Caroline's body language was saying yes more strongly than her voice was saying no, William unbuttoned the top buttons of her pants suit and raised himself a little higher to slip his hand inside and down to her lace bra and its desirable contents.

"No. No. No." gently murmured Caroline as he slipped his hand inside, then suddenly "NO!" as William's hand reached her breast, and grabbing his waist for leverage she quickly slammed her knee into his balls.

William howled with pain, feeling as if an explosion had just occurred in his brain. Without knowing what he was doing, he rolled off the couch onto the floor and lay there panting, clutching his groin.

Coming more to his senses in a few moments he looked upward and saw Caroline standing above him looking down at him disdainfully.

"What the fuck were you trying to pull?!" she screamed at him, "You, you ... RAPIST!"

No, this can't be happening, William thought, everything was going so well and now suddenly he seemed in deep trouble without any advance warning.

"I ought to call the cops! You belong in jail! When I tell Mr. Sato that you tried to rape me, I don't know what he'll do. He thinks of me almost as a daughter. At the very least, he'll want to pull the account."

"I'm ... I'm sor-ry," stuttered William, completely freaked out. "Look, it was just miscommunication. I thought I was just doing what you wanted me to. Please, no hard feelings. Don't get me in trouble. I'll be happy to go. I wouldn't hurt you."

"Just doing what I wanted you to do?!" I wanted to get raped?!" responded Caroline incredulously.

"But you invited me here. You were seeming receptive."

"NO is receptive in your language is it?! What was it I kept saying to you?"

"You were saying 'no' Caroline, but –"

"Right! I was saying 'NO'. At least you're honest enough to admit that. Well, let me think of what I should do. I hate to let you completely off the hook. You'll be a menace to other women. But I did kind of like you. I don't want to have to prosecute or make you lose your job."

Caroline paused, as if considering, and William watched her fearfully, feeling as if his life was in her hands. Suddenly she brightened, as if having an inspiration.

"I know. I'll put you through a re-education exercise. Then you'll understand how wrong male aggression is and it will be safe to let you go without insisting on punishment. Is it a deal?"

William decided that whatever the exercise was, it was sure to be better than prosecution, even if he were found innocent, or the embarrassment of employment review, even if he managed to keep his job. He assented.

"Okay. Good. First let me see if there is anything around this apartment I can use. You, um, you get up on your knees. That will show contrition and proper attitude.

Oh, and take off your shirt and tie."

Still reeling from the knee to the groin, William rose gingerly to a kneeling position. He removed his shirt and tie and waited while Caroline pretended to rummage around the co-op opening and closing drawers and closets. William's knees began to ache from the unaccustomed position, but Caroline was actually only gone for a few minutes before she came back with a length of rope. William started to turn to face her, but Caroline quickly pushed him back to his original position facing away from her and began tying his hands and then his elbows together, cinching tightly before making a knot.

She looked down at him, wearing pants but no shirt, kneeling obediently, and looking so bewildered and lost. He looked delicious. Mr. Sato had said William was naturally inclined to submission. Still, getting the initial hook in was always an exciting moment because one could never be quite sure how the prey would react.

"I think the first lesson should be how bad it is for men to treat women like meat, ogling us, feeling us up, that sort of thing. Those are the first few steps that lead a guy to thinking he can just rape a woman who is telling him to stop."

Nodding in agreement with her own statement, Caroline bent down to tie the rope around each of William's ankles leaving a very short length between them.

"You may stand now."

Caroline watched bemused as William tried to rise, impeded by his bonds. Then she helped give him a lift to his feet.

"Your first assignment is to walk. Think you can manage that? Walk away from me to the other side of the room. Then walk back to me. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop."

William slowly made his way across the room. His ass wiggled seductively as he was forced into small mincing steps by his leg bonds. As he came back Caroline focused on his thrust out chest and commented on it.

"See how your arms being tied makes your chest stick out? Having people stare at your chest makes you feel like an object, doesn't it? Walk away from me again. Now!"

William gave her a puzzled look and then made the slow walk back to the other side of the room. Again his ass was forced into a seductive wiggle.

"Nice butt, William. I mean it. You really do have a very cute butt." She couldn't see his face as she said that, but she knew he was blushing.

As William returned towards her again, Caroline met him halfway, blocking his path and moving right into his personal space. William teetered, with her up against him and being unable to spread his feet further apart to balance. Still he felt so attracted as the charismatic younger woman was so very close to him, their bodies almost touching at so many points.

"You wanted to feel me up, didn't you William? Even though we're not even dating. Even though you're married.

Well? Isn't that right?"

William blushed again. He knew what he did hadn't been completely wrong. He felt quite certain she had been leading him on to some extent. But he didn't dare contradict her. He couldn't risk her reporting him and he needed to mollify her.

"Yes, Caroline. I know I did. I'm really sorry. Please. See, I'm doing your re-education exercises just like you want – to show you I want to be how you want. Okay?"

"Lesson Two: Respecting Women. To begin with, stop calling me Caroline. It's Ms. Tanaka for the rest of the evening."

"What? Oh, er, okay, yes Ms. Tanaka."

Caroline smiled. This was so easy. It always was when the boy had an inner submissive yearning to come out.

"So what was it you were planning to do if I'd let you play with my tits? Were you planning to do this?"

Caroline grabbed both of his nipples and pinched hard.

William screamed from surprise as well as pain.

Tiny tears in his eyes, he replied, "No, Caroline, I would have been much gentler than that."

Caroline glared fiercely at him until he remembered.

"Oh, I mean, I mean, uh, Ms. Tanaka."

Caroline nodded with satisfaction as she received her due.

"Remember, respecting women is the second lesson, Billy, so it's important to always remember what I prefer to be called. Now let's get back to breasts – one of your favorite subjects, I bet. So, you wouldn't have pinched me like that. Maybe you would have wanted to kiss them and suck on them instead?"

Quickly, Caroline bent sideways to take one of his nipples in her mouth. She sucked on it so strongly that William felt more pain than pleasure, but he wasn't as surprised as when he was pinched, so this time he only let out a soft moan. As she sucked and then nibbled, Caroline's hands were also busy, rubbing Williams thighs and butt and crotch through the thin fabric of his dress pants. William was incredibly turned on by this but was also confused and embarrassed.

"So, Billy, let's see if any of this is sinking in. Which two lessons have we covered so far?"

At first William's mind went blank and he was scared. But then he was able to come up with something.

"Um. Not to treat women like meat and, ah, to treat women with respect."

Caroline beamed.

"Good boy! See? It's working. I can see you're going to be a very apt pupil and I won't have to get you in trouble after all. But you forgot one thing ..."

Caroline frowned.

William began to get nervous. He had no idea what else she wanted. He waited because he didn't know what else to do.

Caroline waited too. She waited because she wanted to make him sweat before saying anything.

"To show proper respect, which you admit is one of the lessons you are supposed to be learning, you should address me as Ms. Tanaka each time you talk to me."

She looked him carefully in the eye to make sure he properly absorbed this piece of information.

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. To treat women with respect and not like pieces of meat, Ms. Tanaka."

"Good boy. Now I think you might find aspects of Lesson Three enjoyable. For one thing, it takes place in the bedroom."

Caroline took William's hand and led him to the bedroom. He had trouble keeping up with her, hobbled as he was by the leg bindings. She led him onto the bed and helped pull him up the bed until he was fully resting on it, face up.

"Lesson Three is 'No means No.' I am going to kiss you and caress you as you lie there. Every couple of minutes you need to tell me to stop by saying 'no'. Because I am a woman and women are civilized, of course every time you tell me to stop, I'll stop immediately. Even though I'll be very turned on by then because you are such a very cute boy. One more thing. Because you are male and males are basically, well, I don't mean to insult you, but males are basically dogs, in your instincts and behaviors, you probably won't ever feel like telling me to stop while I'm kissing you and caressing you. But the whole point of the lesson is learning that no means no, so you must tell me to stop every couple of minutes or else I will have to move on to a much more unpleasant lesson. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. I will tell you to stop every few minutes, Ms. Tanaka."

Caroline smiled triumphantly, letting William see the gleam of victory in her eye, flaunting it in his face. She then started paying attention to his body, stroking his naked torso as she laid kisses all over his face. William's arms were starting to cramp from being bound behind him, but he didn't care as he felt thrill after thrill from Caroline's incredibly skillful ministrations.

He did remember to keep saying "No" to make her stop, even though each time he found the cessation unbearable and couldn't wait until she began to touch and kiss him again. He only wished he wasn't wearing pants so that his other regions could feel the awesome touch of the amazing Ms. Tanaka.

As if reading his mind Caroline stated, "What you really want is for me to pull down your pants so that all of you has a good time. Is that right?"

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. More than anything."

"Beg then, and I might consider it."

William was a bit shocked at this but lust won out quickly and he begged.

"Please, please, Ms. Tanaka, I beg you to remove my pants."

Caroline slapped him hard across the face.

"You call that begging? Begging is supplication. Begging is emotional. It's disrespectful to beg so poorly."

William did a more satisfactory job of begging the next time and Caroline relieved him of all his clothes from below the waist. He was now completely naked, his dong sticking up, long and hard. She stroked his legs and then kissed up and down them getting perilously close to his cock at times until he could almost feel the heat from her cheek upon it. Still, he managed to croak out 'No' every couple of minutes and then suffer until she resumed.

"Very good, boy. I think you are getting it. Time for Lesson Four?"

William nodded quickly, thinking the lessons seemed to be going in a good direction. Caroline glared at him and he remembered.

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. I am ready for Lesson Four," said William, realizing that nodding was not enough.

"Here I think you are making progress. Here I think you are 'getting it'. But no! I don't think you actually care about learning to treat women properly. I think you will go back to your old ways as soon as you don't feel any danger of my reporting you!"

Jeez, she can be touchy, thought William. Quickly he mollified her and told her how sincerely important it was to him to learn to treat women better. He wouldn't ever slip back to the old ways. He was ready and eager to hear Lesson Four. Very receptive, he assured her.

"Alright then. Let's begin. Turn over."

With Caroline's help William turned over onto his stomach. Caroline got another chance to admire his butt which she squeezed affectionately and to admire her handiwork with the ropes binding his wrists and elbows. Truly, well-done rope-work creates a most artistic impression and she had been taught by one of the best.

Caroline left the room and returned with a number of objects which William couldn't make out from his prone position. She untied his ankles and then retied them, this time forcing them away from each other with what turned out to be a spreader bar. She resumed caressing his upper legs and his ass. As she cupped her hand over his ass he pumped his hips almost imperceptibly in response.

"Mmmm. You move just like a bitch in heat. You must know what's coming next."

"Huh? What's coming next? What did I do?"

"Lesson Four: Rape is Violent, Painful, and Humiliating. This is really the most important lesson because it speaks directly to what you were trying to do to me."

"But, Ms. Tanaka, honestly I wasn't. If you seemed like you didn't want me to make love to you I would have stopped – immediately. Honest!"

"Really? But you didn't stop when I told you to. What did I say? Something like, 'William that's enough!"

And I was trying to be polite because we were starting to be friends. And because we're customers of yours. And because, damn it, I'm a polite person; I think it's important. I must have said no to you a dozen times; make that two dozen. But you kept pushing on, like a dog," Caroline concluded scornfully.

"But you were saying 'no' so softly, so I wasn't sure if you meant it."

"Even when I screamed 'NO' you kept going until I kicked you in the balls. Boy, you're making me mad now. You're making me remember what you tried to do to me before. And that is one big mistake. I think I'll skip Lesson Four for now and move right to Lesson Five."

Hearing no response from the stunned boy, she continued: "Lesson Five is that if you misbehave you WILL be hurt."

Caroline exited the room and quickly returned with a cane. WHAP! With no delay the rattan cane came down quickly on William's body. Not used to pain in his rather sheltered life, William howled. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP.

The blows kept raining down on him with no mercy as he shrieked and cried and pleaded to no avail. The blows moved off of his rear and to his shoulders and then his thighs. He felt he truly couldn't stand another hit and then more came, and more yet. He'd do anything to have them stop! Finally, there was a pause, not a silent pause though, because it was filled with William's pitiful broken weeping.

"Should I stop? Have you learned Lesson Five?" demanded Ms. Tanaka.

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. I learned it," responded William, barely audibly.

"Well, boy. What is it? What is Lesson Five?"

"Uh. Pain hurts."

Ms. Tanaka couldn't help laughing. "Lesson Five is 'If you misbehave, you WILL be hurt.' Repeat!"

"If I misbehave I will be hurt, Ms. Tanaka," William parroted softly.

"Good. Again."

"If I misbehave, I WILL be hurt, Ms. Tanaka," said William, even copying the emphasis this time.

"Better. I think you are ready to go back and complete Lesson Four. That is, unless you think you still have much more still to learn for Lesson Five."

Ms. Tanaka swished the cane through the air with a grin on her face.

"No. No. Please not that. I couldn't take any more. Please, Ms. Tanaka, please teach me Lesson Four instead."

William looked at her with such a scared look that Ms. Tanaka was gratified.

"Lesson Four it is, since you insist. See? I'm a kind teacher and I'm flexible about meeting the needs of my pupils." She gave him a saucy wink.

Ms. Tanaka got up and fetched the tube she'd already brought into the room. She squeezed out some lotion and rubbed it vigorously into her hands to heat it to body temperature. Then she spread it over William's shoulders, rump, and thighs, the cooling cream soothing some of the pain that still seared him.

"Sweet boy, is that better?" she cooed, and William admitted that it was.

Soon she stopped applying the cream to the sores and started rubbing the crack of his ass, lubricating it. William began to get very nervous.

"Is that what you plan to do? Are you going to shove something up my ass as a kind of rape?"

"William, this is what you begged me to do. Just a couple of minutes ago you begged, literally begged, to be taught Lesson Four. I swear, males are so stupid. You don't remember from one moment to the next what you say.

A woman has to be foolish to believe any long-term promise from a man, except for the few honorable men like Mr. Sato and Mr. Watanabe," she remembered to add. "Now, be a good boy and tell me what Lesson Four is."

"Rape is bad, Ms. Tanaka."

"Rape is Violent, Painful, and Humiliating. Repeat."

"Rape is Violent, Painful, and Humiliating, Ms. Tanaka."

"Are you ready to begin, this time with the proper attitude, boy?"

"Yes, Ms. Tanaka. Please, let's begin. Teach me."

This boy was born to be a bitch, thought Caroline Tanaka. She pulled off her pantsuit and returned with a leather outfit sporting a strap-on dildo eight inches long.

"Okay, slut, pick your ass up and leave it high in the air. It will be easier for you that way. You'd feel really torn up if you stay flat against the bed, though you can be sure I'd still manage to screw it into you one way or another. I'd tell you to spread your legs, too, but the spreader bar has already more than taken care of that." She snickered.

William complied and made a pretty picture: his ass high in the air, his legs spread lewdly, his wrists and elbows intricately bound, red marks from his savage beating still clearly evident.

Ms. Tanaka stopped a moment to admire her prey aesthetically. Then she pounced. The tip of her lubed strap-on pressed against William's anus. Poke. Poke. Poke. Then in it went, just the head at first, then a little more, and a little more. William moaned loudly. He felt like he was being split wide open. He writhed beneath Ms. Tanaka trying to expel the foreign object, but his movements helped the dildo to penetrate him further yet.

"Mmmm, my little bitch in heat, you certainly know how to turn me on as you wriggle and moan like that. What a hot little tramp you are."

William didn't know why, but he felt he needed to move to ease the pain he felt from having his ass forced open.

"Remember I said rape is painful, boy? Well, here is some of the pain." Saying this, she began pumping very fast, creating blazing friction inside William, pounding inside him until he thought he would burst.

"And here is some of the violence."

She grabbed his hair violently almost tearing out the roots, jerking his head back and placing a large hunting knife in front of his neck.

"No. No. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything!"

William sobbed. His heart beat madly in his chest. Through it all he was aware that Ms. Tanaka was on top of him, pressing down on him, and inside him, fucking him.

"I won't kill you, love. You just need to face the violence that always hangs over women. Violence because of you dogs who call yourselves men."

She slid the sharp edge of the knife along his cheek, barely cutting it, leaving a tiny ribbon of blood. Then she tossed the knife off the bed.

William breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the lethal knife tossed away but his sense of relief was not longstanding. That's because Ms. Tanaka again began to pick up the tempo, pounding into him and biting the back of his neck. William whimpered. Soon the dildo was reaching his prostate and he gasped at the sensation. Ms. Tanaka reached under him and started to pump his cock.

"Don't cum. Don't cum," she whispered in his ear. Then, when he couldn't take it another second, "Cum, now, bitch! Cum for me. Now!"

And he came. He came explosively and in huge volume, more than he ever had before. Ms. Tanaka caught some of it in her hand and smeared it on his face. I thought you might enjoy a facial, she giggled to him.

He collapsed on the bed, completely drained, feeling both better and worse than he had ever felt in his life. The artificial dick was still inside him, not becoming any smaller or softer the way a male's dick would. Again Ms. Tanaka seemed to read his thoughts.

"Yes, slut, it always stays hard. Kind of lets you know how inferior your equipment is by comparison."

After lying on top of him for a bit, both of them still panting, Ms. Tanaka dismounted and walked to the side of the bed, the strap-on obscenely dangling before her.

"Now let's see. We did the Violent part. And we did the Painful part. Hmm, what's left? Boy? Were you paying attention?"

"Humiliating, Ms. Tanaka?" William ventured.

"Yes! I think you are turning out to be a prize pupil."

Saying this, Ms. Tanaka thrust her hips forward bringing the used strap-on against William's lips. He bared his lips to try to avoid their touching the dildo, but that just brought it up against his teeth. Ms. Tanaka grabbed him by the neck, forcing his mouth against the dildo while she pushed it forward.

"Open!" she commanded.

There seemed to be no other choice. He opened his mouth and accepted his violation.

"Clean it."

He obeyed. His will was gone.

"Now open your eyes and look at me. Show me you know who did this to you. Show me with your eyes how humiliated you feel that the dildo that fucked your ass is now in your mouth and that you know it but can't do shit about it."

William opened his eyes and looked up at her. His expression was pained but ecstatic, mournful but exalted,

fearful but loving. Ms. Tanaka looked down on him. Another job well done and soon to be well paid. Not just a job, but a delight; this boy would make an entertaining pet, so pretty and sweet.

"Good. Good. I'm going to pull it out now."

William felt the dildo leave his mouth and didn't feel quite so much like gagging.

Ms. Tanaka smoothed William's cheek with her hand and ran her fingers through his hair.

"How do you feel, pet?" she asked.

"I love you," he blurted.