Sadistic Denial

He slowly pulled his van into the parking space and glanced at the lit up building. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the keys away from the ignition and sat staring at the front door. Inside that building was someone he’d never met, but felt like he’d known for a very long time. And she was waiting for him.

He looked at the clock, remembering his instructions to meet her at the bar at 7pm. Don’t be late, she’d said, just before hanging up the phone to get herself ready. It was ten minutes to the hour. He took another breath and relaxed his head on the back of his seat.

Unnecessary as it was, he felt the same doubts and insecurities he’d struggled with his whole life. What if he was disappointed with her? What if she took one look at him and laughed at him for being so foolish to actually come and meet her. What if… she wasn’t there?

He shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind. In his thoughts, he spoke the familiar words he’d repeated many times over in his life. No, it’s going to happen. Everything’s going to turn out alright.

He checked his reflection and frowned. When he’d left, his hair had been neatly combed down the back of his head. But the wind had caught hold of him and pulled some strands wild. He tried to tuck them back in place and frowned again. Sighing, he shook his head and hoped the tussled appearance would seem natural and intended. Oh well, there was nothing more he could do about it now. She’d have to be happy with him for him, or she wasn’t worth the time.

He chuckled softly, realizing just how contradictory that statement was to the fears he hadn’t quite put from his mind. Small shadows dancing in the back of his memory, slowly trying to ease their way back into view.

He grabbed his wallet, smoothed his shirt straight and opened the car door. Stepping onto the pavement, he sighed again and wondered if he should have worn something else. An old dog grooming saying came back to him. "If you search for perfection, the dog’ll go bald." A smile traced his lips and he closed the door. The alarm beeped and his keys were quickly dropped into his pocket.

Checking his posture, he tried to appear confident as he made his way to the front door. The place was somewhat crowded as he puhed his way towards the bar. His stomach turned in circles as he searched the strange faces for one that he’d know. A shiver crept down his spine as his eyes took another glance.

Biting his lip and forcing his body to relax, his mind raced. Surely she’s just running late. He quickly fumbled in his pocket for his phone. No, he hadn’t missed her call. Well, maybe he should call her?

“Hello pet,” her voice rang behind him, making his body jump. He turned to see her smiling at him, her deep eyes penetrating his through the dim light.

“Hello Maam,” he shyly replied. “I was just looking for you.”

“Yes, I saw that. Come, I have a booth over here.” She placed her hand at the small of his back and guided him across the room.

He was grateful for her touch as he was puhed through the throng of people. The drum of inconsistent conversations filled his ears and he tried to drown out the drunken laughter that seemed to be at the center of it all.

She led him towards the back where a booth was tucked away from the main crowd. It was a little quieter here, he noticed, as he took a seat on one of the benches. He smiled shyly and reverted his eyes to the table as he sat down across from her.

“Would you like something to drink?” She asked, reaching across the table and extending her hand out to his. He slowly placed his palm against hers and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“No Maam,” he barely spoke, and glanced up to see if she’d even heard his reply in the drum of the crowd.

“No, I didn’t think you would. But still thought I’d offer.” Her smile was warm as she sat there watching him for a few minutes. Bringing her drink to her lips, she couldn’t help but notice how he looked like he was ready to sink back into the shadows and disappear. “Are you regretting you came?”

“No Maam,” he smiled and finally met her eyes. “I just don’t like places like this.”

She laughed softly and leaned back against the booth. “You should have said something, pet. We could have met somewhere else.”

“It’s ok. I’m here.” He smiled shyly again and went back to studying the lines of the table with his eyes.

“You know you’re safe with me, don’t you boy?”

Glancing up again, he smiled and his eyes locked with hers. “Yes Maam. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Good. I suppose asking if you want to dance is out of the question?” Her voice held a tone of mischief as she watched him look towards the dance floor and blush.

“I’d rather not,” he replied, folding his hands in his lap and fumbling with his fingers.

“I thought this would be a relaxing place to meet,” she chuckled. “But you don’t look relaxed at all. Let’s get out of here.” She slid out of the booth and reached her hand out to instruct him to his feet.

Lightly placing his fingers on her hand, he let her guide him out the door. Once outside, she took a deep breath and stared towards the mountains. A soft breeze caressed her skin, making her skirt swirl around her as they just stood there for a few moments. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked towards him, causing him to quickly avert his eyes to the ground and bluhed.

“Where did you park,” she asked, trying to hide another laugh. He was indeed shy and timid.

“Over there,” he nodded his head towards his car, and started to fish his keys out of his pocket.

“I’m just over on the other side of you. I’ll walk you to your car, then you can just follow me to my Hotel. Unless you’d like to go somewhere else?” She raised her brow and watched him carefully.

He looked at his car, then turned his eyes back towards the mountains where the sun would be setting soon. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and met her eyes. “It’s going to be dark soon. I don’t like to drive when I don't know where I'm at after dark.”

“To my Hotel it is then,” she whisked her arm around his waist and gave him a nudge towards his car.

He focused on her touch as they walked. His mind went wandering off on it’s own, wondering what it’d feel like to have her arms wrapped tightly around him. He shook off the thought, feeling a tingle in his spine and fumbled with his keys. Pushing the button, he heard his doors unlock as they approached.

“How far is it,” he quietly asked, dropping himself into the drivers seat. He refused to look at her, afraid she’d see what he’d been thinking. He looked around the steering wheel inserted his key, then reached up for his seatbelt.

She waited until he had settled himself in his seat and was sitting still staring out the window before answering. She smiled to herself, and wondered what was actually going through his mind. “Not far. Just a few blocks. Go out on this street, take a left. Go to the next light and take a right. It’ll be on the right side.”

Her hand bruhed on his arm quickly before she closed his door for his. He was starting to blush again and she smiled. He was definitely shy, but she couldn’t help but wonder if that’d be true once they got into her quiet room. Maybe she'd have him give her a massage once they arrived to get him to relax and be more receptive.

Thoughts of herself laying naked on the bed with his hands gliding over her skin made her body respond, so she quickly changed her thinking to digging her keys our of her purse and getting into her own car. When she checked her mirror, she noticed that he’d driven around and was waiting behind her to follow her out of the lot.

Laughing, she shook her head and started the engine. There wasn’t much traffic, so it wasn’t long before they were both parking in the lot of the Hotel. He sat quietly in his car, waiting for her to come around direct him to the direction of her room. He bluhed as he opened the side door and pulled out two bags, followed by a backpack that was slung across his back.

“Are you staying for the weekend, or for the week,” she teased.

He glanced at the straps on his shoulder, grabbed up the other two bags, then bluhed once more. Nervously, he closed the door. The familiar alarm beeped and he tucked his keys away before turning to follow her to her room. “You said bring what I needed, and what I might want” he finally spoke.

“Yes I did,” she replied evenly, wondering what was in the bags he was now trying to balance, and pretending they weren't causing any difficulty for him.

She led him across the parking lot and held the door open for him to pass through. Once again, placing her hand at the small of his back, she walked him across the main room and down a hallway. Towards the end, she turned to a door and pulled a keycard out of her pocket. The light turned green, and with a click, the door was opened.

He slowly stepped inside and looked around. The room was tidy enough. A dresser was against one wall, and across from it was a large well-made bed. Lamps were on end tables on either side of the bed, and tucked away in the corner was a small table and chair. Next to the main entrance door was another door leading into the bathroom, and across it was a small closet.

She bruhed past him and went to the table where she dropped the contents of her pockets and purse. She glanced back at him, and saw that he was fumbling in the closet to hang up a jacket he hadn’t noticed he even had. He placed the backpack on the bed and saw her smile in his direction. The other bags were left on the floor, near the foot of the bed.

Settling herself on the bed, she leaned back against the headboard and opened her arms to him. “Come sit down and relax,” she smiled. “Unless of course you’d rather just get naked and kneel on the floor right now?”

His eyes shot up to hers quickly, then darted down to the floor. He bit his lip and blushed, trying to think of something to say. Of course she was kidding, but the comment had done what it was intended to do.

She laughed and tapped the bed beside her. “I’m kidding pet,” she chuckled. She watched him crawl onto the bed, and wondered how he was able to actually crawl up to the headboard without tripping over his clumbsy knees. Once he was sitting beside her, she carefully draped her arm over his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze.

He sighed and relaxed against her, resting his head on her shoulder. “So what do you usually do to entertain yourself when you’re on these business trips?” He was grasping for a safe topic to talk to him about; anything that wouldn’t make him blush again.

“You mean besides seduce cute little slaves into spending the weekend in my hotel room?” She laughed and dodged his halfhearted attempt to smack her. Grabbing his hand, she brought it up to her lips and softly kissed his wrist. “Careful boy, or I’ll have to punish you for not behaving.”

He pulled his hand away and bluhed again, keeping his eyes focused on the bed. His skin tingled where she’d kissed him and he had to force his mind to not think about where else she could be kissing.

“It’s not nice to tease a starving man,” he whispered, hoping his voice didn’t show the shiver that was crawling up his spine.

“No, I guess it’s not,” she softly replied, placing her finger under his chin and lifting his face so that his eyes met hers. “I won’t harm you pet,” she whispered, then gently kissed his forehead. Pulling him close against her, she wrapped her arms around him and cupped her hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair.

He sighed and shifted into her, snuggling his face against her chest. “Now this feels nice,” he commented, wrapping his arms so he could hold onto her.

“It does, doesn’t it?” She gave him a gentle squeeze and felt him moan into her. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” he sighed.

She's gently took his hand in hers, and kissed at his finger tips, then the inside of his palm. He released a sigh and inhaled deeply. Her kisses turned into small nibbles as her mouth traveled down to his wrist. Grinning, she could feel him trying not to squirm in her arms.

Without saying a word, her soft grasp on his arm became a firm grip and she quickly altered her position so that he was forced to lay on the bed with her body straddling his. Her mouth lunged down quickly onto his neck, biting and preying upon his flesh.

He groaned and shifted beneath her, surprised and unsure what to do, but unable to force himself to stop her sudden advances. Feeling her hands taking hold of his wrists, and forcing them to the bed above his head, his thoughts began to swirl around him. "Please Maam," he gasped.

"Please what, boy?" She hissed back, between nibbles.

"I... Oh god, please. I don't know. Just please Maam," he stammered. "Please don't stop."

She laughed wickedly, and brought her eyes up to look into his own. "You say that now, boy," she taunted. Then, without any warning, her hands came to his chest and took hold of his shirt. Pulling hard and fast, she tore it open, sending buttons flying in several directions.

He jerked in surprise and tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down on the bed. One hand pushed firmly on his bare chest, and the other reached behind her and found the bulging cock trying to protrude out of his pants. Giving it a firm squeeze through the fabric, she grined and reached both her hands up to find his wrists once more, only to slam them both back down on the bed above his head.

"Don't move boy," she commanded, glaring down at him.

Breathing hard, and still in shock from the suddenness of her actions, he laid panting on the bed staring at her. His eyes followed her as she quickly moved over to the dresser, retrieved something from the top drawer, then came back over and straddled his hips.

Cuffs. Thick black leather, and she was now fastening them around his wrists. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Part of him wanted to protest, and he told himself to pull his hands back, but the message wasn't getting through from his brain to his body. Before he knew it, his arms were being securely bound to the bedposts, and tested for duribility.

Once satisfied, she began tugging off his pants. He started to mumble modest protests, so she went back to her dresser, and pulled out a black gag that resembled a small dildo attached to a headband and a red ballgag. She held them both up, considered them both as if weighing their merits, then decided on the black one with a grin.

Walking back over to the bed, she tried to put the silicon penis shape into his mouth, and he turned away from it, his eyes growing wide. She wasn't deterred by his response. Calmly, she straddled his waist and grabbed hold of his neck just beneath his chin tightly with her free hand.

"You will not win this boy," she stared him in the eyes, her fingers tightening on his throat.

He tried to swallow around her grasp, but the effort was futile. And while she was not choking him completely, he found that breathing was heavy and labored. "Please Maam," he tried to beg.

"Open," she commanded.

He whimpered and eyed the gag nervously. The last thing he wanted was that thing in his mouth. Aside from the idea of having something shaped like a cock in his mouth, he was nervous that he'd choke on it. Not to mention, he wasn't overly sure about the concept of being unable to say stop if he wanted to. He was already bound. Now, he really would be helplessly at her mercy.

She tightened her hand even more, this time momentarily restricting his breathing completely. His eyes darted from her face, to the gag and back. Hesitantly, he began to open his mouth slighly. It was enough.

Without letting go of his neck, she used her other hand to shove the gag past his lips and into the depths of his mouth. He tried to force it out with his tongue, but she held his head still with her hand on his throat. Applying pressure with her other hand, she kept the gag in place until he stopped struggling against it and she was able to release her hold on him and buckle the straps securely around his head.

"There now," she crooned. "That wasn't so bad. Was it?" She patted his cheek, then stood up off the bed and began rumaging through the bags he'd brought with him.

She started with the backpack on the bed, and was bored with it quickly when all she could find was clothes and toiletries. Tossing it aside in a chair, she kneeled down on the floor and dug into the other two bags. Her eyes lit up after unzipping the first one and finding a variety of floggers, paddles, a crop and what she assumed was a homemade version of a spreader bar.

The next bag was just as enjoyable to go through, especially since it caused him to blush from head to toe. She brought it up on the bed beside him and laid each one of the sex toys on the bed after examining it, just to amplify his embarasment.

"Do you like this one boy?" She would tease, holding up a particular plug or vibrator and tracing a line with it from his throat, down his bare chest, and ending at his pants zipper. All he could do was whimper or mumble incoherantly through the gag, as he squirmed on the bed.

After examining the bags contents, she put all the toys back inside, and placed it on the floor beside the bed within easy reach. Then, she turned her full attention onto him.

Wasting no time, she jerked off his shoes, then unfastened his pants and pulled them off with practiced ease. His eyes grew large as he was left completely exposed to her probing stare. And she did take her time looking him over.

He felt betrayed by his own body as it stood completely erect, glistening with pre-cum. His pulse was racing and he kept hoping that she wouldn't be able to tell how badly he felt like his head was going to spin off.

After what seemed like several minutes, she picked up the spreader bar and attached it to his ankles. He was confused as to why she would do that. Why not just tie his ankles to the bottom bedposts? But he was unable to say anything with the gag in his mouth.

She then reached into the bag beside the bed, and retrieved an anal bead wand. Putting some lubrication onto it, she reached between his thighs, and her skilled hands sought out the entrance to his ass. He inhaled sharply as she inserted it, and thrust it inside deeply, then pulled it almost completely out, just to push it back into his ass and let it rest there.

He rocked his hips, moaning and squirming on the bed. He wanted to clench his thighs together, but the spreader bar prevented him from doing so. She grinned at him, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

Leaving the wand sitting in his ass, she went over to her dresser drawer. This time, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps. He shook his head frantically, only making her smile wider.

She straddled him again, ensuring that his cock would be rubbing against the backside of her ass as she shifted and moved on him. She flicked and pinched at his nipples, making them stand erect against his chest. He whimpered and grimaced, trying to will himself away from her torment, but unable to move.

The first clamp didn't hurt too bad. He relaxed a little, somewhat relieved. She followed the chain with his hand and took hold of the second clamp. By the time she had it between her fingers and was getting ready to place it onto his other nipple, the sensation of the first was finally intensifying beyond his tolerance. He tried to jerk away, not wanting her to put the second one on. She laughed, and clipped it on anyway.

Testing the clamps, and making sure they weren't going to fall off, she gave the chain a small tug. He gave a small cry from behind his gag. His hands jerked on the cuffs restraining him to the bed. This only seemed to add to her amusement.

Once more, she removed herself from off him and gave a satisfied nod. Then, she got some rope out of her drawer and attached one end of it to the center of the nipple clamp's chain. She looped the rope up through the headboard of the bed, and then brought it back down and grabbed up the spreader bar attached to his ankles.

Giving him a devious wink, she pulled the rope tight and secured it to the spreader bar so that if he brought his legs down, it would pull on the chain and pull on the nipple clamps that were already being stretched tight.

Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she applied pressure to the bar and brought it down towards his cock. Putting him in a painfully precarious position, she was tying the rope around his balls.

He was left having to choose. Torture on his nipples, or torture on his balls. And all he could do was whimper and beg behind that pathetic cock gag she'd shoved into his mouth.

She laughed, standing back to admire her work as he trembled and shifted back and forth between having his nipples stretched painfully tight and having his balls turning red in their rope coiled agony.

And while he struggled, she slowly undressed and stretched out beside him on the bed. "Mmm," she moaned. "Yes boy. Struggle against it." Her hand reached down and stroked his cock for a few minutes before her fingers made their way to her own body.

She found the depths of her wet pussy, hot and ready. Rubbing her clit, she closed her eyes and sighed. Her fingers moved in and out, and first just her two middle fingers. He could hear how wet she was with each stroke. She arched against him on the bed, as she played with herself and watched him.

As her need mounted, she inserted four fingers and began to pump hard. Rocking her hips with the movement, she groaned and bit her lower lip. Her eyes met his, seeing his suffering. She grinned and pushed out a leg to force his spreader bar up. He cried out, and she moaned, shaping her fist and pushing it into the depths of her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped. Her free hand reached down and ribbed her clit as she laid there fisting herself. He was forced to listen, and to watch, as he was bound in pain and suffering. All for her pleasure.

Moaning louder, she arched her back and her body spasmed. He could feel the moisture of her as she came hard beside him. Little groans still escaping, she rolled over towards him and wiped her soaking wet hands all over his body.

To his surprise, his cock was rock hard, listening to her fuck herself and orgasm like that. He didn't care that he was hurting. He wanted her to do it some more. He hoped she'd do more.

She reached over and stroked his cock, squeezing it as it stook rock hard and chuckled. "Mmm," she finally sighed. "I'm exhausted. I think it's time for a nap."

A nap?! He tried to protest, but was still completely helpless and at her mercy. And as she rolled over and pushed her back up against him, leaving him bound in his current predicament, the only thing he could do was hope that when she woke up, she'd take pity on him.