Karen

I got a text from Karen Jones.  I knew she’d bought a new house with her divorce settlement about 3 miles from my place.  “Brad, Could you help me assemble some furniture.”  it read.  I didn’t want to, but I’d tried to keep her onside ever since I had a brief fling with her a few years back.  She could cause trouble for me and I didn’t want to chance her having an excuse to contact Maggie, my wife and damaging my marriage. I’d had a relationship with Karen in my early 20s which came to nothing but she’d tracked me down through social media and I’d secretly met her a few times about four years ago.  We had sex but I didn’t want to leave my wife so I broke it off which she wasn’t happy about.   We are both in our late 30s now  and while it was exciting at the time   I knew it was wrong and I regretted it.

I had Karen listed on my mobile as Kevin in case my wife should ever look at my phone. And Karen never sent anything that was obviously from a woman. “No problem, I’ll call round tomorrow about 4pm” I replied.  I worked as a plumber which gave me a lot of flexibility on where I could go.

She lived in a nice little detached bungalow, three bedrooms and a big garden. It was nearly 4:30pm before I got there. “Wow, lovely place Karen” I said as she opened the door to me. She greeted me with a smile, “you’re always late Brad”. At 38 she was an extremely attractive woman.  She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, about 5’3 in height with a lovely figure. She was wearing a really nice blouse and quite a short skirt with heels.  Not really comfort clothing but she did look great.  I always liked her big tits.  I didn’t really know boob sizes but they were much bigger than average.  But I promised myself before getting there I wasn’t going to allow her to seduce me and I think she understood that. She insisted on making coffee and chatting before I could get to work on her furniture.  “So, you finally got the divorce, I’m sure it’s tough going through something like that” I said. “No, I’m fine and I’ve moved on” she replied. “In fact, I have a date this weekend!” she added sounding excited.  “Fantastic” I said and on went the small talk.  I was secretly delighted she was dating because she was less likely bother me if she was occupied that way.

Eventually I got to the bedroom where she had a small table that she wanted me to assemble. I’m sure she could have done that herself I thought but just got on with the task at hand.  I had it done in less than ten minutes. “What do you think of my bed?” she inquired pointing at the huge oak four poster.  “Not much chance of falling out of it” I said noting the size of it.  “Look at this she said” pointing to the design of the head board and foot board.  "Normally you would have a series of smaller vertical posts however on this bed there were several long horizontal beams between the main posts".  It was a little different I thought. “Yes that’s unusual” I offered. “I know” she agreed “and it’s got me thinking.” She said with a cheeky smile. “Really, what have you been thinking?l” I said.  I had a bad feeling about it and didn’t really want to explore it any further but felt compelled to play along.

“Well you know how I love to play games in the bedroom sometimes, I thought with this set up a could tie someone to the bed and because of the design it should be possible to turn my 'victim' over if I wanted  to.  Normally once you tie someone up you’re stuck with whatever way  you tied them.”  She said raising her eyebrow waiting for a response from me. I did recall doing some kinky stuff with her in the past but probably no more than most people do.  “I see what you mean Karen, it looks like you could do it., how would you persuade them to turn over” I asked her.  “Well it’s all just a bit of fun so it’s no big deal” she replied.  “Could I ask you  a big favor” she continued with pleading eyes.  “Can I try it out on you, it would only take a minute.” Before I could respond she pulled open a drawer on her dresser and produced four pairs of handcuffs. “Wow” I said.  “I’m not sure it’s a good idea Karen” I said grimacing. "Why not?" she demanded.  "I really don't think I should, it wouldn't be right". “You can keep your clothes on, It’s not like I am going to rape you or something Brad, get over yourself” she said in a sarcastic tone.  I kinda felt a little embarrassed at this put down and finally relented. “One minute, you promise?”  I demanded.  “Yes, on my life” she smiled holding out the cuffs.  “These are just cheap toys, you could break them if you wanted to” she added.  I just took her word for that and attached them to my ankles and wrists. “Ok, so get on the bed and I’ll attach them to the beams”  I lay there staring at the ceiling while she clicked them into place.   “Good boy” she exclaimed “now see if you can turn over”  I did it easily.  I was so obvious I could the whole exercise was pointless.  “Happy now?” I enquired, “can  you release me please?” I added.

“In a minute” she said.  I had an awful sinking feeling because as soon as she said that I knew she had tricked me.  I pulled at the cuff on my right wrist.  It was not a cheap toy, it was not going to break easily. “I’ll be back in a minute, don’t start shouting I don’t want to disturb my new neighbors.” She called out as he left the room.  She came back in with a camera on a small tripod which she set in the corner pointed at the bed on which I now was on my back again.  “Hopefully this will get everything” she said cheerfully. “Karen you lying bitch, you promised this was just for a minute, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me out of these immediately!” I yelled at her exasperated and rattling my cuffs. “Now, now be a good boy for me and keep your voice down or I’ll have to help you with that” With that she unbuckled the belt on my jeans and yanked it, pulling it through the hoops. “Just what I need” she said testing the leather against her hand.  “You cant hit me with that, Maggie will see the marks, please Karen just let me up and we can forget about this.” I pleaded.  But she simply ignored me and began unbuttoning my jeans.  I really could do nothing to stop her and as they were quite baggy she had no problem pulling them down as far as my knees.  It was no surprise that my briefs were next, around my knees as far down as she could get them. “Ah my little friend” she said eyeing my cock.   “He doesn’t look very pleased to see me” she added.  I was furious and had began yelling at her at the top of my voice but to no effect. “I did warn you” she said calmly.  With that she hitched up her skirt and pulled down her frilly French knickers.  She dropped them on my face leaving the room again.  I could smell her perfume and her pussy on them and shook my head to get them off me.  She returned with a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors. “Open up” she demanded as she cut a length of the tape.  I shook my head.  But it did have the effect of keeping me quiet.   She didn’t have much trouble getting them in my mouth, she simply held my nose and covered my mouth for over a minute until I was gasping for air and then popped them in, quickly followed by the tape over my mouth. “It’s only a temporary arrangement darling, be patient.”

I decided it was best to compose  myself but it was difficult because it was clear she intended to hit me with the belt.  If my wife were to see the marks it would be curtains for us.  “I am going to punish you Brad because you deserve it.  But it will only be on your bottom and the welts will disappear after about a week.  Hopefully you’ll be on time when we meet next and avoid a punishment. You just need to keep yourself covered up for that period of time and maybe avoid fucking Maggie, that’s my best advice.”  I couldn’t believe she was talking about a next time. Was she insane, I wouldn’t come back here for a pension I thought.  “Now turn over, let me see the great ass” she ordered me.  I just shook my head grunting under my gag.  But that was a mistake.  “have it your way” she smirked and with that landed a fairly hard blow on my cock, it stung like hell.  I was over on my stomach in double quick time.  Again she left the room, returning with a what looked like paper.  “These are self-adhesive stickers Brad.  I’m going to put the letter K on your  left cheek and J on the right.  So if  you wife does see your ass she’ll know who did it to you.”  The letters were about two inches tall and of course would leave her initials stamped on me when she was finished.  With that she stuck them on me, laid the strap across my ass before sitting on the bed beside behind me.  She ran her fingers through my hair and gently massaged my neck before allowing her hands to reach my ass. “You’ve got such a nice ass Brad, it’s not fair that Maggie is the only one to see it.  And I did say I wasn’t going to rape you and I intend to stick to that, so please don’t worry.  When we’re finished I might take your gag off if you’re a good boy” she said as patronizingly as she could.  I was resigned to my fate.  I was thinking of how I could manage to prevent Maggie seeing my ass for a week but on reflection it should be manageable.  I'd just avoid having sex, and she would probably be fine with that I anticipated.

My  train of thought was interrupted abruptly as Karen had stood up and delivered the first blow. “Fuck that hurt” I wanted to say but could only manage a gagged grunt. She delivered eight blows standing on my left side first then followed by eight more from the right.  Each stroke was worse than the previous one.  I watched Karen thinking somehow if I could see each strike I  could somehow deal with it better. Of course I  couldn’t. She appeared to be having a great time smiling as she was as she carried out the punishment.  I  was still trying to process the words she had used earlier about ‘the next time’.   It was slowly dawning on me  that she did have the leverage to get me back if she wanted especially as she was recording what was happening.  At least she isn’t going to fuck me I thought. Eventually the punishment was over. She peeled away the lettering from my ass and admired her handiwork for a moment. “That’s come out really well, Brad” she said is if I should be pleased about it.  I was sweating and my heart was racing and again she came and sat by me.  “Good boy, now you would only have got ten if you had obeyed me when I told you to turn.  Remember actions have consequences, you’d do well to remember that, now get turned onto your back again for me.”  She clicked her fingers.  I hate people clicking their fingers, I’m not a waiter in a restaurant but I decided not to antagonize her and did as I was told.  “Look you’re all sweaty, lets get this shirt off you darling” she said as she unbuttoned me. Then she stood up and undressed.  Her  knickers were already in my mouth.  She took off her blouse and bra allowing her big boobs to hang there.  I couldn’t deny they were a wonderful sight, I loved them.  Next her skirt came off.  The only thing she kept on was a suspender belt, stockings, and heels.  I could see her pussy was shaved with just a small ‘landing strip’ that was barely more than stubble.  “I hope you’re enjoying the view” she said playfully.  With that she left for her dressing table across the room where I could admire her ass.  I was still attracted to her; I couldn’t help that she was a beautiful woman but I didn’t want to be with her. She spent some time applying makeup and lipstick and fixing her hair before leaving the room again but she returned soon with a  glass of wine. “You’re still here?” she said mocking my predicament.

She set her glass down and pulled herself along side me. Her breasts pressed against me and she used her right hand to stroke my chest and stomach before allowing her hand to drift further south.  I watched her red painted fingernails as they squeezed my nipples  before they eventually were cupping my balls. I was determined not to be aroused by her but it’s not always something you can control. “I did promise I wont rape you Brad and I wont, but as  you can't talk right now,  if you would like to get intimate just give me a signal” she said licking her lips as seductively as she could manage. I could feel my heart rate increasing and inevitably she soon had me fully erect. “Oh, look how big and fat he’s getting, not every man has a weapon like that” she remarked.   She played with the tip of my cock scratching the gland gently with her perfectly manicured fingernail. “Are you trying to tell me something?” she asked, while squeezing my shaft. I tried to grunt for her to get off me but she said "I'll take that as a 'yes' stud". In a moment she was on top of me and I could feel my cock at the entrance of her pussy. It was wet and to my shame I tried to push in. “Hang on cowboy” she said as she reached over to lift her mobile. “I want to be able to relive this after you’re gone” she explained as she began video recording.  Then without further ado she sat on top of my erection and allowed it to slide fully inside her. She let out a low groan of pure pleasure. "Oh, I've missed that more than you know" she managed to say.  There was nothing to be gained by stopping now I reasoned and I just wanted to get it over with as soon as I could so I began to fuck her like a jack hammer and she squealed as she bounced up and down while her tits took on a life of their own, bouncing and swinging from side to side. After just a couple of minutes I could feel I was about to cum inside her, however she sensed what was happening and she dismounted me leaving my cock twitching.  Only now did she pull the tape from my mouth and fish out her knickers before throwing them across the room. She placed her recording phone against a lamp on the bed cabinet  and before I could say a word she was tongue fucking me as we engaged in a deep kiss where she explored every corner of my mouth and it was very clear who was in control. 

She slid back down onto my cock when she calculated I wouldn't shoot inside her immediately.  Although I could speak now I didn’t.  I was again determined to cum as quickly as I could and I was almost there.  Except she knew that and stopped again moments before I was on the verge.  This time there was no kiss, rather she pressed her pussy into my face. “Get to work mister” she demanded as she used both hands under my head to have me eat her out.  And I did. It’s strange how your priorities change when you’re horny.  My hoped for reward was to be allowed to cum but I was going to have to work for it. Instead of lasting 3 minutes she managed to drag it out to about 30.   The final time she impaled herself on me I lasted less than a minute.  It was probably the best sex I’d had for a long time.  With her pussy full of my cum she pulled herself onto my face for the final time. “Eat everything, swallow everything ” she demanded as she picked up her phone pointing it directly down at me. I’d had my way and I was a lot less inclined to do her bidding. “Do you need to be persuaded, maybe I should call Maggie” she threatened.  That was enough, I knew I was trapped so did what as I was told. I’d never tasted cum before and was absolutely disgusted at this final humiliation. It was salty and mixed with her pussy juices tasted dreadful. But I did it.  I never realized I produced so much because it took me ages to lap it all out of her and it seemed to just keep coming.   “Get that awful gooey mess cleaned up” she said by way of encouragement even when I thought I'd got it all. Finally she scooped up a little that had run down her leg and fed it to me. "That's a good boy" she said like she was feeding a baby.

When I had sucked every drop out of her she picked up her phone and camera and disappeared for ten minutes. When she returned I could tell she’d showered because her hair was wet and she was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “I think you can let me  out now Karen” is said in a measured tone. “In a minute babe” she replied. I didn’t like her calling me babe or anything like that. She jumped up alongside me on the bed before forcing another deep, searching and prolonged kiss on me. I know she did it to see if she could get me hard again and of course it worked. “Now darling  I need to explain a few things to you before you go” she began. “You know I made videos of what happened here today so there is that. I need you for an occasional fuck, that’s it.  I don’t need a husband or full time boyfriend, just someone to fuck when I feel the need.  But when I need you, you better get here at the time I tell you otherwise I’ll be whipping your ass again, understood?" I nodded.   "You can tell Maggie it’s an emergency plumbing job if you have to.” I interrupted her  “you don’t think I’m just going to go along with that do you? Those videos will show that you had me tied up for a start”. Now she interrupted me.  “That’s where you’re wrong champ, when you were eating me out most of the video of you was close up, no handcuffs were visible.  And even if they were how are you going to explain how you managed to be handcuffed by a petite girl like me?” I was beginning to realize she had me where she wanted me.  “And when we next fuck there wont be any handcuffs but you will do exactly what I tell you” she said firmly.  “But don’t worry I’m not interested in ruining your precious marriage unless you force me to. And look on the bright side, you can have no strings sex with another woman, what’s not to like?”

With that she unlocked me and allowed me to dress.  Short of killing her I couldn’t think how to get off the hook so decided just to go with it until I came up with a solution.  I checked my ass in her mirror, it was badly bruised and to add insult to injury her initials were clearly visible on each of my cheeks.  I was furious.  I'd been tied up and whipped but having initials on my ass seemed to hurt more.   As I turned to leave she stopped me.  “Is that how you leave your secret lover Brad?”  She walked toward me and embraced me and insisted on yet another long and lingering kiss.  "I’m not just someone you can fuck and walk away like last time Brad.  I demand to be treated romantically and passionately at all times, remember that. Maybe you can bring me flowers or perfume when you're next here."  She allowed herself a final squeeze of my ass and pushed her other hand inside my jeans to fondle my cock before she broke the embrace. What a complete bitch I thought.  Not only was she blackmailing me for sex, and effectively preventing me having sex with my wife,  I was forced to act like it was something I wanted.  The only way I could get rid of her was to lose Maggie also.  She really had me by the nuts, literally and metaphorically.

To be continued…