John McKeon - Secretary in chains

Fay continued picturing herself dominating Gus and punishing him for raping her as he moved away from her. Slowly Fay's orgasm began to dwindle away. Gus stood up.

"It's time I finished getting you ready for center stage."

Fay took a deep breath and stood to face Gus.

She'd had enough of being used. She had no intention of allowing herself to be prepared for center stage or whatever evil thing Gus and the others had in mind for her. Fay had left her husband because he had wanted her to go to bed with some of his friends. Yet she didn't want to think of herself as a prude. Maybe that was why she had allowed herself to be talked into adventuring into sex, but she realized she had been wrong. She was simply being used the same way her husband had wanted to use her when she lived with him.

When Fay left Erik and found the job at the Grand View Tennis Resort she had been ripe for exploiting. Now it was time to take things literally into her own hands. Courage filled Fay as she resolved to keep herself from being used any longer.

"Go get my clothes," she ordered. "I want to go home now."

Gus chuckled. "No chance, baby. You're stuck here for whatever we went to do with you."

Fay reached out with her right hand and touched Gus' soft cock. Her action took Gus by surprise and he flinched back at first, but then he thought she wanted to fuck him again. Fay fondled his cock for a moment, feeling his shaft filling with blood and beginning to lift itself in erection. Pulling his foreskin back and forth over Gus' quickly enlarging cock-head, Fay felt the blood surging along his shaft and causing his knob to fill until it throbbed like a pulsing purple helmet.

"That feels good," Gus said, his eyes closing, a smile of satisfaction creeping over his face. He spread his legs and leaned back against the sink. "Pump my dick up and down. Ahhhh! That's it. Do it slow. Ummm." While his buttocks pressed against the white tile, Gus leaned even farther back until he rested on his elbows. His cock stood at complete erection. "Eat me," he said.

Fay straddled Gus' right thigh and pressed her pussy against it. She stroked his prick in her right hand. His dong was so fat that her fingers barely reached around his shaft. When hee was completely rested, Fay allowed her grip to slide down to his balls. She circled his scrotum with her first finger and thumb, locking his testicles in her right palm. Fay lowered her head and licked Gus' purple knob.

It tasted of cum. Fay felt an arousal stirring in her cunt.

Sliding her pussy down Gus' leg, Fay crawled around until she knelt between his thighs. She circled his balls with both hands, separating his testicles until she held one between the fingers of each hand.

"I have you by the balls, Gus."

She licked his cock-head, tasting the erotic flavor of his cum-stained knob. As excitement grew in Fay's cunt, she heard her own voice coming out of her as though it belonged to a stranger.

"If you don't do what I tell you, I'll crush your nuts."

Fay squeezed Gus' balls ever so gently, just enough to make him open his eyes and stare down at her with slowly dawning awareness that she indeed had him by the balls.

Gus' knuckles grew white against the tile. His voice trembled slightly. "Let go, bitch. I think you've got things a bit confused."

Fay squeezed his walnut-sized balls firmly. Gus flinched and sucked in his breath. "No, Gus, you've got things wrong. I'll tell you what we're going to do."

Fay licked Gus' prick as though it were an ice cream cone, slurping over his knob with her tongue until her saliva dripped over his shaft and balls. Fay kept his cock throbbing with aroused passion while she waited for him to accept the fact that she could turn him into a cowering mass of tortured flesh simply by crushing his tender testicles in her fingers.

As realization whitened Gus' features, Fay continued licking his cock. She laved her tongue over his aroused cock-head until she felt his balls churning in her fingers with combined passion and fear.

"We're going to go back in that room we just came from and get my clothes. If you call out for anyone else, I'll squeeze your balls as hard as I can and jerk you off your feet with them. Needless to say it will hurt you and might even kill you. Now tell me, Gus, who's in command here?"

Gus' voice shook nervously. "You are, Fay."

Gus complied quickly with Fay's movements as she led him out the door and down the hall. Gus opened the door to the room Fay had been assaulted in. Gus was forced to walk backward since Fay would not change her grip on his testicles.

"Don't squeeze so hard," Gus pleaded, his voice a submissive whimper.

Using long strands of rope, Fay ordered Gus to tie each of his wrists to the bedposts. When he finished, Fay pulled him down the bed until Gus' hands were spread above his head as he lay on his back. "I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed, Gus, and if you try to get away, I'll make you wish you hadn't tried."

Gus didn't move on the bed while Fay lashed his ankles securely spread-eagling him in the exact position Fay had been in earlier.

Despite Fay's punishing grip on Gus' large balls, his thick cock still stood at complete erection. Fay stroked the underside of his shaft, tantalizing his sensitive knob to keep his passion burning with the need for release. Fay straddled Gus' chest, facing his cock so she could lean over and continue sucking his purple cock-head. His prick tasted like a hot slab of succulent meat in her mouth. Fay took his shaft as far down her throat as possible, bobbing her head up and down until his dick worked all the way into her throat.

Breathing on the out strokes, Fay continued fanning Gus' arousal until he moaned and tensed himself in preparation for climax. Just as Gus' balls were ready to blast their heavy load of cum out, Fay stopped blowing Gus' cock and lifted her head, leaving his prick dripping with her saliva and throbbing with the need for release.

"Don't stop," Gus pleaded, his hips churning and thrusting his fat pole against nothing. Gus' purple knob oozed drops of clear seminal fluid. "Finish me," Gus begged. "I can't stand it."

Fay chuckled, beginning to enjoy the shift of roles. "That's too bad, Gus, because you're going to have to stand a lot worse before I'm through with you."

Fay forgot about her original plan to tie Gus up, get her clothes and escape before anyone else returned to the room. Now that she had Gus tied helpless before her with his cock throbbing and pulsing in iron-hard erection, she could not resist the desire to torment him and make him beg for release.

Selecting a short riding crop from the collection on the wall, Fay began to lash Gus' chest and stomach at the same time she toyed with his erection. After each kiss of the whip, Fay pumped Gus' prick in her fist, taking care that she didn't bring him to orgasm. Over and over, Fay tortured Gus with alternating pain and pleasure.

Fay straddled Gus' chest again, resting her buttocks on his body so she could continue to punish him with the whip and tantalize his prick at the same time. Fay felt her own arousal growing between her legs and causing her pussy to drip with erotic need. Each time she lashed his naked flesh, Fay felt her arousal growing hotter and hotter. She slid backward until the crack of her ass touched Gus' chin.

Pressing down, Fay rubbed her butt over Gus' face, feeling his chin and nose buried between her buttocks. Gus' breath burned against her puckered asshole, fanning her perverse desire until she realized she was as close to climax as Gus. Fay lifted her buttocks and concentrated on whipping Gus' inner thighs until his legs were criss-crossed with red stripes. Each crack of the riding crop caused Gus' entire body to writhe and coil in spasmodic contractions.