Author's note:
Contains non-consensual/reluctant sex / femdom / BSDM / bondage. Please note, I understand that in the BDSM community consent is paramount, and that is not accurately reflected here in some scenes. Which is, in fact, the whole point.
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7.49 a.m. What kind of a time was that to a university student? 7.49 a.m. wasn't supposed to exist for at least another two years.
I stood outside Kleine's hotel room door, Carl nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot beside me.
"Why are we here?" he asked. "I don't want you to suck me again. They're not going to make you suck me again, are they?"
"Don't worry about it," I said, distracted. "That was definitely a one-off."
"So, what does she want then? She's not going to make me suck her other boyfriends off again, do you think?"
"Shut up, for Christ's sake!"
I glanced down at my phone. Sam had been very clear. Knock on the door at 8 a.m. Any other time, and the photo he had of me would be posted to my social media accounts, for which he'd unaccountably managed to change my passwords. I'd spent the night trying to figure out how to get control back, but as long as he had access to even one account, he could ruin me. Hell, he had my friends list. He could take that photo, create a new account in my name, and send it to them all. I was fucked if I didn't do as he'd said.
My phone ticked over to 8 a.m, and I knocked on the door.
Sam opened it with a grin. He was dressed in a pair of tight designer jeans, a t-shirt that was taut across his chest, and a pair of red trainers that in film, would suggest he was about to knife one of us. I realised he had really good legs. Slim, but muscular. He was tall too, the fuck.
"Come in lads, everything's ready."
I stepped into Kleine's suite and did a doubletake. They'd put up a bar on stands down the middle of the room and hung black curtains from it. What was behind those curtains? Well, the bed, obviously. But what else? Violet's endless supply of hetero-flexible boyfriends, all standing about quietly wanking themselves in anticipation of having another go at Carl?
"Hello Jaspar." Kleine relaxed on the couch, a takeaway cup of coffee in his hand. A proper coffee. It smelled good.
Sam directed me to sit opposite Kleine.
"What's all this about?" I asked, as he pushed Carl to the floor at my feet.
"Violet, the boys are here!" called Kleine. Sam perched on the side of the couch beside him, grinning expectantly, as Violet came out of the bathroom.
My jaw dropped as I took her in. She was dressed in latex wet-look pants that clung to her like a second skin, and a purple corset top that thrust her breasts up enticingly. Her stiletto boots gave her an extra three inches of height, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail that swung as she stalked over to us, a riding crop in her hand.
"Up!"
Carl and I both got to our feet in unison. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carl pull himself up straighter as Violet came to stand in front of me.
"Jaspar. How lovely to see you." Her voice dripped sarcasm.
"You look fantastic," I said, my eyes on her plump, luscious tits. I idly wondered how big they were. Guessing cup sizes had never been a skill of mine. Maybe 34DDs? Perhaps I'd ask her later, so when I was wanking over this image, I'd know what size to use in my internal monologue.
"Don't speak," she said. "Sam are they both caged?"
"Carl is, Jaspar isn't. I thought you might like to do the honours yourself."
Violet turned slowly to give him the full weight of her stare. "I told you to have them both caged."
"You also wanted them here at precisely 8 a.m., and it's currently 8.05 a.m. Logic, Mistress Violet, dictates that I haven't had time to cage Jaspar."
The air was thick with tension as Violet and Sam stared each other down.
"Kleine, your boy needs to learn some manners."
"I'll deal with it," Kleine said gruffly. To Sam, he said, "Show Mistress Violet some respect, or you'll find yourself back in the closet."
"Not the closet!" said Sam, putting a hand to his chest in horror.
Kleine shook his head and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "He'll spend two days in punishment, Violet, don't worry."
"He speaks again, and I'll gag him," she said. "I don't care who he belongs to."
"Understood," said Kleine. He shot Sam a hard look. "Isn't it, Sam?"
"Yes, Master," said Sam, more subdued.
Violet turned back to me. "So, how did you enjoy Master Kleine's lesson last night?"
"It was interesting," I said honestly. "I learned a lot about how to bitch Carl properly."
She squinted at me. "You really aren't that bright, are you?"
"Why are you such a bitch?" The second the words came out of my mouth, I knew I'd regret them.
"Sam, do you have those photos ready?" she said over her shoulder. "Did you manage that, at least?"
"Yes, Mistress Violet," said Sam. "Say the word."
"Oh, hey," I said, putting out a hand. "No need to do that—"
She stabbed me in the chest with her riding crop. "Speak again, bitch, and those photos go up on your Facebook page."
I could see that she meant it. I fell silent and she snapped at Sam, "Two inch choker, collar, cuffs, and cage. Now."
Sam motioned to me. "Come on, this way."
Sam pulled open the curtains and I followed him nervously over to the bed where he had a variety of bondage gear laid out.
"Get your clothes off."
I stripped while he picked a pair of leather cuffs to use.
"Okay, turn around."
Naked, I turned my back to him, and let him secure my wrists together.
He turned me back to face him and I winced as he cupped my balls.
"I hope you emptied these last night, because I have a feeling it's going to be a while before you get another chance."
I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, but he shook his head with a small smile. "Best not."
I stayed quiet as he knelt and manipulated me back into the metal cock cage, and he finished locking me in with a flourish.
"Right, there we go. Violet's latest plaything, locked and loaded."
"Says her
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