Dark Desire

CHAPTER 3

The Secret Meeting

I took a couple of days off to recover. Laying mostly in bed, or on the couch watching TV with my hand rubbing my pussy. Re-living the event left me constantly wet in a state of arousal. My heart raced as my head swarmed with scenarios of what might have happened. Kidnapping. Sold into slavery to someone in a foreign country. KILLED!  I suddenly got scared and though I’d better quit while I was ahead.

I opened the store the next day and business was as usual for the rest of the week. During the weekend I closed early on Saturday and to the country for a breather. I looked up an old friend and was able to make arrangements with her to spend the night. Kelly was in my freshman class at collage and we got pretty close. Then she dropped out. We went out to dinner and chatted about old times. Laughed and drank some wine. When we got back to her cabin we opened another bottle of wine and sat in front of the TV.

We were both feeling quite into the spirit of things when she suggested we play a game. I was willing and she laid the rules down. We each had to tell a secret then dare the other person to guess if it was a story or the truth. Sort of like the kids game of truth or dare.  Kelly said she wanted to go first.

“Ok,” she said, “Know why I dropped out of collage”?

“No, why?”

“My boyfriend made me.”

“Your boyfriend made you?  Why would anyone make another person give up their education?”

“Here’s the secret….., He was in trouble and needed money. So he talked me into erotic dancing at a strip club.”

“WHAT!”  “Is That TRUE?”

“You tell me, precious” She said with a coy look in her eyes.

“Hmmm, I think you’re making it up. NOT TRUE!”  I said as I folded my arms sure I was right.

“You loose… It’s true.”

“REALLY?”

“Yup. And what’s more, I not only had to strip naked on stage, but I gave lap dances and even some blowjobs for extra tips. I made over ten thousand dollars in two months and Jimmy was able to pay off his debts.  After that the shit broke up with me because he said I was nothing but a whore.”

“Oh baby, that’s awful. I’m so sorry”

“Ok, you’re turn. What-cha got?”

I was trying to think of a secret besides what I had just went through. I didn’t really know how to tell it, and what would Kelly think of me afterwards?  But I couldn’t come up with anything. So here goes…..,

“I tied myself up naked in my shop, blindfolded myself, and left the front door open after hours. People came in and took sexual advantage of me while I was helpless. Even being fucked and then forced to swallow a strangers cum.”

“OH SHIT…! That’s too awesome. Tell me your actually did that”

“No, you tell me. It’s your turn to guess”

“I say NO WAY. Not you. I’d never see you doing anything weird like that. NOT YOU!”

I put my head down, then started giggling from the wine.

“It’s true. All of it. And what’s more, I had to pee so bad that after being forced to hole my pee while they abused me, I was then ordered to pee in a bowl and they fed it to me. I had to drink it.”

We laughed and screamed over the secret lives we were divulging. We drank the rest of the bottle of wine and from what I can foggily remember, we went upstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep in her bed. I remember stripping to my panties and tee shirt, Kelly though stripped naked. She had a stripper’s body. We crashed until about Nine AM.

As we lay in bed, with headaches, Kelly rolled over facing me and questioned me about my secret. She had me confide in her my deepest darkest fantasy about being controlled and used while being totally helpless. To be humiliated and forced to do things beyond my control. I knew as I was telling her all my secretes and desires, she was rubbing her pussy under the covers. Then she popped the question.

“Let me take control of you”

“What?”

“Let me be in control. I will help you fulfill your fantasy”

“I don’t know, Kelly. It’s not the same. I’d know it was you. I’d know we planned it. For me it has to be totally without my being aware of anything taking place. Totally spontaneous and totally forced.  Do you understand?”

“I think so,” she said. Then she reached over and began rubbing her fingers over my breasts. I wanted to touch her but I froze.  She got down under the covers and I felt her licking the outside of my panties over my clit. Her spit was wetting my panties, and my pussy was wetting them. I opened my legs a bit. She stopped me. Sliding the waistband down ever so slightly, just enough to reveal the split and to see I was completely smooth with no hair, she began licking me and sucking. It didn’t take long and I exploded. I felt my pussy gush. She then pulled my panties off, pulled the covers down and opened my legs wide, pushing my knees up and apart. Diving into my soaking pussy, she licked and sucked until I exploded again.  She got up and took a shower. I never got to have her. Though I felt good from the orgasms, I felt empty like I wasn’t satisfied.

The weekend was over, and I had to leave. She asked if I thought I’d ever repeat the bondage thing at the store again. I said I didn’t know. I wanted to, but was afraid it could turn out to be dangerous. Kelly hugged me and kissed me on the lips, biting my lower lip. I invited her to come up to the Village sometime. We kissed again, and I left.

Next day I was so tired. I was awake all night, aroused and unsatisfied by what Kelly did with me. I managed to shower and dress. Had some coffee and left for the shop. When I opened the door to the shop, I paused.  Looked around and began remembering the night I was abused by the strangers. I was tingling and weak. I managed to go to the back room and as I slid the curtain away, I froze. My pussy was so wet and my panties were actually soaking wet. There were the ropes, clips, all the other things I had laid out for my abuse. And the bucket I had to pee in and drink from.  I saw stains on the floor no doubt from semen from the stranger. I wanted to tie myself up right then and wait, but I had to open the store soon.

I slid my panties down from under my skirt, and stepped out of them. I held the soaking crotch to my nose and inhaled. It was so erotic. I imagined it was from Kelly, and so I put them in my mouth and began sucking on them while I stood there playing with my pussy.  I exploded in no time. I took my panties out of my mouth and wiped myself clean, then put them back in my mouth.  I decided to spend the day at work without panties, and while getting the store ready, before I would unlock the front door, I would do my work with my panties in my mouth.  I had nearly 45 minutes before the store was to open.

As I walked around the store, dusting and straitening the shelves, I found a wooden tool with groves in going up the length. It was an old device for getting the juice out of a halved lemon, orange, or lime.  I took the handle side which was thick at the end then tapered down thinner as it met the tooled end which was again larger in diameter then came to a rounded point.  I played with it between my legs, and was getting so weak in my legs. It took no effort to push the handle all the way up my pussy. I left it there and continued walking around the store dusting and fixing the merchandise on the shelves with the panties still in my mouth.  I was near another orgasm so I worked the new wooden dick in my pussy so it spun and slightly pulled and pushed on it until I again exploded. I went to my knees as I did.

Trying to recover from nearly passing out, I heard knocking on the front door bringing me out of my dazed condition. There were customers waiting to get in. I quickly looked at my watch and it was already 5 minutes past 9:00.  SHIT!  I pulled the dildo out, took the panties and wiped it off, then wiped my pussy before standing up. I put the devise back on the shelf. It had to reek of my pussy. I quickly went and unlocked the door apologizing. I know my cheeks were beet red as I felt I was on fire.  I know too that the customers had to be able to smell me. The whole store smelled of pussy. I could smell myself. I wanted to go and shower so badly, but could not leave. I was so embarrassed.  The woman and her husband were looking at each other with disgust on their faces as they shook their heads.

As each customer entered, I wondered if this was the person that abused, raped and had me swallow their cum, then forced me to drink my pee. I tried to watch their faces to see if I could tell. As the day went on, I could feel myself dripping down the insides of my legs.  It was getting to be more than I could take. I finally went back to the back between customers and tried to call Kelly. I kept getting an answering machine. On the third attempt, I left a message inviting her to the store tonight after hours around 7.00PM.  I hoped she would be the one to find me, but didn’t dare leave anything revealing on her machine in the event someone else heard it. Hopefully Kelly would know what I had in mind and come tonight.

It seemed like the morning was ten hours long. It was only lunch time. I locked the store as we always closed from 12:00 noon to 1:00 PM.  I grabbed some lunch and used the toilet. I tried calling Kelly again, but no answer. I went back down to the store and found the lemon twister devise again, and pushed it up into my pussy and decided to walk around with  it up in me, until nearly time to re-open the store. As I walked around the store, I found a small white envelope sitting on a shelf by some old antique bottles. That wasn’t there this morning, I though. It had no writing on it, but it was sealed. I opened it and took out a folded note. It read:

       “Hello slut! I know your pussy is dripping wet, and you are wishing you could have another

       session like the one we had before aren’t you?”

Oh my God!  Someone in the store today was the person or persons who took me that night. I tried to think of everyone who entered the store. My pussy was throbbing around the devise it was holding. I began twisting and twirling it again as I read the note again and tried to remember who it was. It could have been anyone.

SHIT! They might even come back this afternoon.  I ran back behind the counter and removed the lemon squeezer and put my wet panties back on. I did though find myself with an uncontrollable urge to put the pussy soaked handle in my mouth and suck on it.  SO I DID.  I thought about the person using me again while I was blindfolded.  What would they do to me this time?  Would they hurt me? Kidnap me? Kill Me?

There wasn’t much time, I ran back to the phone and once more called Kelly.  NO ANSWER!  I decided to leave a desperate message. I told her she had to come here tonight. It was a matter of life and death. Then the clock struck 1 time, and I had to open the store.  My cold wet panties was a constant reminder of what I had done today, and was thrilling to say the least. There were only about 7 people in the afternoon. I watched intently to see if any one of them would go over and see if the note was still there. As far as I could tell, no one looked for the note. And not one of the even remotely looked like they had any intentions of desires for me.

Kelly called me around closing time and assured me she was on her way, not to leave the store. But she warned me not to pull the same stunt. I was to keep the door locked until she arrived. She said she would be here in about an hour.

When Kelly got here, she took me back to my place and worked out a plan. She knew I was at a level of arousal that was so strong that I was not thinking straight. She said two things:

“First girlfriend, you are going to obey me while I’m here, and I’ll see to it that your sexually satisfied. SECOND, we were going to reenact what I had done the last time for her, then we would do it again with the door open only Kelly would be waiting in the closet out of site with a weapon and a digital video camera.”

Then she ordered me to strip naked.  WOW!  I was  hit like a ton of bricks had just dropped on me. My mouth dropped open, and I froze.

“YOU HEARD ME SLUT!  I SAID STRIP! NOW!”

I stood up, and slid my skirt off, and my sweater. Then my bra and finally my nearly dry smelly panties. Kelly came over to me and said: “Whew girl, you stink. What the hell have you been doing to yourself?”

I told her about the day. Then she ordered me in the shower, and to shave my pussy freshly again.

After I came out of the bathroom, I was inspected from  head to toe. Kelly then had me put on fresh panties, bra, shorts and slippers.  I was to wear a robe over that, and then we went back to the store. Kelly sat in the back on a stool while I showed her exactly what I did that night. I stripped except my panties which were pulled down to the top of my slit.  I tied myself up tightly and attached the blindfold, gag, and keys.  I now waited.  I thought Kelly was going to just let me go once she saw what I did. But she told me she was going to teach me a lesson.

I began struggling to get the key, but she grabbed the key and removed it. Then I felt my nipples being played with and pinched. My breasts were next. Her hands slid down my sides and across my belly. Her finger nails lightly scratched across  my pubic mound toying with my slit thru my panties. Then I felt them slowly being slid down my legs. Nothing happened for a while. Suddenly, a sharp pain on each nipple as a clamp was attached. Then I felt the crop being pushed between my legs with upward pressure against my pussy slit.  Back and forth it went rubbing on my clit.  I was breathing heavy and my heart was pounding. I being taken back to that night again in my mind.

A sharp crack on my ass with the crop and I jerked. I felt my breasts bounce and the clips jiggling and pulling even harder. Another crack. Then another. Faster and faster they came. I was crying and screaming into my gag.

“Now my little slut, lets open the front door and see what happens, shall we?”  Kelly said. I frantically shook my head no. I was crying under the blindfold. My ass was burning. My pussy was dripping and revealing my true feelings. My nipples were burning.  Now the thought of strangers entering and finding me.

Next think I was aware of after a few minutes passed, was a tongue licking my pussy. I screamed in my gag from the shock but soon was thrusting my hips forward and trying to spread my legs. I felt my juices being devoured and my clit being licked in little circles, then sucked on. Back and forth like this and in just moments I exploded and screamed a muffled scream. The licking did not stop. This continued for about fifteen minutes and I think I had six orgasms.  The clips were removed from by nearly numb nipples, with an exploding rush of blood back into them as they were removed. The pain was excruciating. Then a hot mouth and tongue sucked and gently licked and sucked my nipples while hands caressed my breasts. Then fingers were rubbing my wet pussy while my breasts were being sucked on. The mouth again back on my pussy. The gag was removed, and the pussy drenched mouth kissed me. I tasted my juices and smelled myself as I sucked in the tongue. I could only hope it was Kelly. When the blind fold came off. It was Kelly. I begged her to let me suck her breasts and lick her pussy this time. I wanted to taste a woman. She stripped, and put her breast in my mouth as I stayed tied with my arms above my head. I sucked each nipple she fed me. Then she gave me  her panties which I eagerly took in my mouth and sucked on. They were drenched. I was then ordered to watch and keep sucking her panties as she now would use the crop on my pussy and my breasts. The pain and hurt was awesome and delicious. But what was in store for me, had not even begun. Little did I know that Kelly was about to sell me to be used as a bound slut to others while she recorded the entire event on her digital video camera. I would never have to leave my shop. She would make me repeat this episode every Friday and Saturday night for the next year. I would live my dream, she would become wealthy, and my honor and reputation would be destroyed as everyone she sold me to would tell others, and her videos would be posted on line for sale.

More to come