Chapter 2 - A long-awaited meeting

Darcie woke up, thanks to her alarm clock. It was 1:30am, a strange time to set an alarm. She moved to turn it off. She realized her left wrist was handcuffed to the bed at its post. Moonlight streamed through the slats in the window. She looked down at her body. She normally went to bed in comfortable pajamas. Tonight she was in short-skirted lingerie and lacy panties. The lingerie barely covered anything, and it was so translucent that her nipples were easily visible even though they were covered.

She immediately became alert and struggled to remember what was going on.

She remembered. Darcie and Tom had been flirting for many months via text messages. The texts were almost always at night, before she went to bed. They’d been using a clandestine app. The app would quickly delete the messages, so no one would be able to see them. She always worked to make it look like nothing was going on when she met Tom in public. She was proud of how cleverly she’d acted whenever she met Tom in person. She was sure no one watching them would have guessed about the steamy messages they were sending to each other at night. She remembered the sexy messages he had sent her, and the even sexier messages she had sent back. She remembered sending him nudes and dirty invitations, not once but many times.

She remembered she had wanted more, but had been afraid to go further. She had made a promise to herself, she’d wait for sex until marriage. She wanted him, yet she knew she would chicken out before they had sex.

So she’d hatched a plan. Her roommates were out of town for the weekend, so she had the house to herself. She remembered she’d asked Tom to come over, tonight, at 2:00am.

She remembered she’d gotten up earlier to make preparations. She remembered putting the house key outside so Tom could easily get inside. She remembered changing into the lingerie she was wearing now. He had secretly sent her the daring lingerie weeks ago. She’d been hiding the lingerie for tonight. She remembered handcuffing her own wrist to her bed. She remembered she had made sure her smartphone and the handcuff key was far away from her before she had handcuffed herself. She could see where she’d placed the phone and key.

She also remembered the promises she’d made to Tom. She wanted him to fuck her, but she had feared she would lose her nerve when he was about to do it. So she’d handcuffed herself and made a specific promise to Tom. She’d have to make a choice soon, because of her promise. She now dreaded having to make the choice.

She struggled against the handcuff. It was tight and securely attached to the bed. Her bed was too heavy to move by herself. She tried to wriggle her hand through the handcuff. She couldn’t see how she could get out of it.

She heard a sound downstairs. It was the sound of her house key being roughly inserted into the keyhole. She heard the door open. She heard it close. It had to be Tom. She heard the strong slow steps of a large and patient man coming up the stairs. Her heart raced as the steps came closer. She anxiously pulled hard at the handcuffs trying to free herself. The harsh handcuffs kept her trapped. She heard the steps round the corner and saw her bedroom door open.

Tom emerged through the door. Darcie immediately tried to cover herself. She rolled to her side into a fetal position. She covered her nipples with her free arm. She brought her legs tight together. Tom was still seeing a lot of Darcie’s body. She knew her bare butt was exposed to his view.

“Hello, Darcie,” said Tom.

“Hi, um, Tom,” said Darcie. She gulped.

Tom moved to the side she was facing. Darcie realized he’d carried a small tripod with him. Tom set up the small tripod on her dresser, put his phone on it, and starting recording a video on the phone’s camera. The phone had a clear view of her body. Tom turned on some lamps so the video recording would be especially clear. Once done, he turned towards her.

“Do you remember what you promised me earlier today?”, asked Tom.

Darcie nodded yes. Darcie remembered. She couldn’t believe what she had promised, but her memory was crystal clear.

“Tell me. Now.” prompted Tom.

Darcie was in a compromising situation. Tom’s commanding voice made her feel even more vulnerable. She felt she had to start talking. She knew she didn’t dare lie.

Darcie said, “Um, well, I told you I’ve been having a lot of fun with our night-time secret flirting. I told you I wanted to go further. A lot further. I wanted us to make love. No, I wanted you to fuck me. I also said I thought I might lose my nerve once you showed up.”

“You’re delaying. What did you promise?”

Darcie gulped and said, “I knew I’d lose my courage, so I, um, I promised you I’d make sure you could get into my home and, um, I’d handcuff myself to my bed. Um, um, oh, I also said I’d put the handcuff key far away from me.”

“Is that all?”

“Um, um, no. I told you, um, um, I would do my best to be obedient and submissive and sexually please you without reservation tonight. My body would be yours. I would be yours to, um, fuck. You could do anything you want. I’d do everything you tell me to do. I’d make you really happy.”

“I see. What did you ask me to do if you weren’t completely obedient and submissive and sexually pleasing to me? What if you decided you weren’t going to fully give your body to me? What happens if you break your promise? What’s the other option?”

Darcie gasped.

Tom commanded, “Tell me. Now. Or it’ll happen right now.”

“Um, um, um, if I didn’t obey your every command immediately or submit to you or do my best to please you tonight, I asked you to brutally discipline me and fuck me hard. Make it hurt. Make me wish I’d been submissive immediately. I told you to ignore anything I said later if I tried to take back any consent. I said if you didn’t fuck me hard tonight, I’d claim you raped me and I’d try to put you in jail.”

Darcie remembered doing this. She had figured her fear of this second option would give her ample reason to accept the first option. She had intentionally trapped herself to ensure Tom would fuck her tonight.

She had lost her nerve now. She was shocked. Had she really sent those messages earlier? She remembered sending them. Tom was here, so clearly she had sent them. No one who had watched them interact in public would have guessed that she was interested in Tom. They would have been shocked at what she had asked Tom to do tonight.

“Well?”, said Tom.

“I’m not, um, certain I want to do this now,” admitted Darcie.

“That’s not option 1. You specifically said, if you don’t quickly do everything in option 1, I was to use option 2.”

Darcie started to panic. This wasn’t as fun as she’d imagined earlier. What should she say? She didn’t want to be obedient or submissive or to sexually please him. She really didn’t want him to fuck her. She didn’t want to be disciplined and fucked either.

Tom moved to tower over Darcie. He pulled her legs down. Darcie knew she wouldn’t be able to fight him, so she let him unwind her body. This exposed a lot of her body. Her skirt barely covered her pussy and it left part of her ass exposed. Her sumptuous legs and bare feet were easily viewed. The lingerie covered little. Most of her breasts were exposed. She was covering her nipples and some of her chest with her arm. He pulled her free arm away from her body. She felt powerless to resist. Most of Darcie’s body was revealed. Tom enjoyed leering over her body while she tried to think of what to do next.

Darcie knew she had to say something. Maybe she could find some compromise.

“You know I like you. Let’s do this another time, okay?”, said Darcie.

Tom smiled. “I see,” he said.

Tom reached behind him and pulled out a wicked-looking paddle. “So you’ve chosen option 2. We’ll start with this. Afterwards I’ll make sure your cunt is filled with my cum.”

Darcie gasped. “No, Tom, no!”

Tom smiled. Darcie had only one hand free, so she could only put up a token resistance. Darcie tried to kick Tom away. This simply gave Tom room to sit down on the bed, grab her legs, and twist her bottom over his knees. Tom was much stronger, and Darcie could not escape. Tom trapped her free hand behind her back. He pulled her short skirt up. He pulled her panties down, making it harder for her legs to move. Her bare ass was exposed under his right hand. He lifted his leg and put her legs into a scissor grip with his legs. She had no hope of escape. His hand was exactly where he could give her a harsh paddling.

“Tom, please don’t do this,” begged Darcie. “I know I told you to do this, and I told you to ignore me if I told you I’d changed my mind, but I really have changed my mind.”

“I see. So you want to be a cockteaser. You think you can say whatever you want to men, with no consequences? It’s time you learned otherwise.”

Tom laid into Darcie’s bare ass with the paddle. He gave five hard swats. Ten. Fifteen. By twenty swats Darcie screamed in agony, and began begging for him to stop. “Please, Tom, I’m so sorry I didn’t obey you right away. I’ll do what you say. I’ll please you in every way. I’ll be a good girl.” Tom continued to paddle her ass.

After many more swats Tom replied. “Darcie, you need to obey me, but you need to do more. In public you treated men poorly. You thought were above them. You thought they needed to please you. You need to be respectful and work to please them, not the other way around. You’d better be especially respectful and pleasing to me, or else.”

Tom gave her another painful swat, and Darcie decided to give in.

“Tom, I’m so sorry about the way I treated you before in public. I was a bitch. I’ll do better. I’ll do whatever you want. Um, I’ll be respectful all the time. Um, sir. Yes, sir, whatever you want, sir. I’ll obey you, sir.”

“That’s better, but you have a lot to make up.”

Tom continued his paddling. Forty. Fifty. Darcie repeatedly cried out. The camera carefully recorded her struggles as she begged him to stop.

Tom roughly pushed Darcie onto her back, and made a hand motion towards her legs. Darcie was cowed. She immediately kicked off her panties and spread her legs. Darcie wished she’d simply obeyed Tom earlier. She had promised to obey him, she remembered saying so. She realized breaking her promise was a mistake. She’d been foolish to disobey him.

Tom pulled her lingerie all the way up, off her body and onto her arm’s handcuff. Her nude body lay defenseless below him. Her charms were fully his to see. His to take.

He enjoyed her charms immensely. He brought his phone over to record every bit of her luscious naked body. Darcie dripped tears as she spread her legs further to give him a better view of her cunt. He restored the phone to the tripod. The phone camera was again trained on her body. He readied himself for the event he’d long dreamed of.

He removed his clothes, and looked down at Darcie in triumph. He moved his body between her legs. Darcie let out meek feminine sobs as she stared at his engorged cock. She remembered asking him to fuck her. She knew she was going to get what she’d asked for.

Darcie was petrified. Her eyes’ pupils dilated wide and she panted in fear. Darcie remembered she had specifically asked Tom to do this. This wasn’t fun like she’d thought. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Darcie whispered in fear, “Please don’t hurt me, sir. I’ll do anything you want, sir. Fuck me any way you want, sir. My cunt is yours to take, sir.”

Tom smiled. He had no intention of permanently hurting her, but her admission of his power over her was a huge turn-on. Darcie’s face turned white from fear. Tom was pleased. Tom leaned over her and lined up his cock.

Tom thrust his rock-hard cock into her cunt. His cock encountered her virginal barrier and tore through her feeble defenses. Darcie cried out, and Tom enjoyed the sound of her defeat. He thrust his cock, again and again, into her cunt. He was rough, not gentle. As Darcie whimpered he thoroughly enjoyed his conquest. He could feel the pressure rapidly building inside his cock. Finally, he came. Darcie could feel her unprotected womb flood with his warm cum. Darcie cried aloud.

Tom fondled Darcie’s body. She whimpered but offered no resistance. She knew he was in control. He had defeated her. After a half an hour, Tom got up.

“That was great!”, said Tom, in triumph over Darcie.

Darcie slumped. She felt soiled. She felt violated. She felt defeated. Even worse, she knew this had all been her idea. She remembered planning out her own defeat.

Tom got up and stopped the recording on his phone. Tom now had a prize video he would enjoy re-watching. The first part would exonerate him. The rest would be fun to watch. He was sure Darcie would pay a lot for him to not publicly post any part of this video.

Darcie quietly wept. Her butt was still in flames, and his cum was leaking out of her cunt. She knew she couldn’t report him. She remembered consenting. She remembered specifically asking him to fuck her this way. She had simply gotten what she’d asked for. He even had a recording of her confession, so there was nothing she could do. She felt shame. She had been defiled by her own choices.

Tom smiled. He had fucked her, exactly as he had wanted. This wasn’t the end, though. He also wanted to fuck with her.