Who wears the pants?

Sam was getting sick and tired of his live-in girlfriend.  Who did nothing but mooch off him and spend his money.  If she wasn’t out shopping she was sure to be at home lazing around and leaving a mess.  He could afford to keep her but the least she could do, he thought, was do some house work and clean up after herself.  She was an extremely attractive girl and he loved the sex, but he wasn’t going to let her make a fool of him.  Sam Lerado was no fool, and it was time the little bitch understood who was in charge. 

He had been planning his move for a while.  He knew her well, and knew that she liked dirty sex, even if she wouldn’t admit it.  She was a vain little princess and was only attracted to him at first because he was a typical alpha male and had friends in high places.  He decided tonight was the night to make the most of her.  He stopped in at the sex shop on his way home from work to buy a pair of handcuffs,  a gag and some other items.  His cock was hard at the mere thought of it.

When he arrived home he wasn’t surprised to find Serena lying across the sofa watching one of her ridiculous soaps.  He walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up off the sofa.  This annoyed her and she complained that he was causing her to miss a very important scene.  He pushed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers. He was still hard from thinking about what he was about to do and she felt his penis jabbing into her through his pants.  This took her mind off the television and she started to caress his chest, and she noticed how sexy he looked in his pin striped business suit.  He started to caress her thigh and slid his hand up under her short satin slip over and gave her arse a squeeze.  He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him, and told her with a sly grin that he had a little surprise for her.  Her eyes lit up a little and she noticed the large bag he had in his hand and grabbed for it.  He pulled the bag out of her reach and told her she would get it later. 

She stood looking at him for a moment with her tong in her cheek, and then asked ‘Well, am i going to like it’?

  ‘Maybe, but it doesn’t matter whether you like it or not.  I will like it and that’s all that matters’. 

He slapped her arse and told her to go and have a shower and then she can have her surprise.  And so she slunk out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.  She thought he’d probably just bought her some lingerie.

She was well used to his arrogance by now and she was ashamed to admit that it actually turned her on.  He was very rough in bed, almost violent, but she loved it.  The one thing that annoyed her about him was how he always went on and on about how she should do more around the house, who did he think he was?  Serena Milton didn’t do housework. She was under the impression that she could do whatever she liked.   And for all he might harp on about it, he would never actually kick her out, because he couldn’t resist her.  

She came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her and nearly jumped out of her skin to find Sam waiting just outside.  ‘You’re acting so strange’ she told him, and tried to walk past him.  But he grabbed her shoulders and held her still.  She looked up into his face and thought she saw lust in his eyes, and expected him to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. 

Instead, she was shocked when he brutally grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.  She dropped her towel and started screaming at him ‘What the fuck are you doing Sam?  Stop it!  You’re hurting me’!  She hit at him and tried to struggle free but the more she struggled the more it hurt.  She lowered her voice and demanded that he let her go. 

He didn’t say anything.  He kept his grip on her hair and forced her to look up at him.  He put his other hand over her mouth to try to quiet her shouting.  She started kicking at him and he spun her around and held her against the wall.  He used one hand to pin her arms together behind her back.  And with the other grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back to look at him.  She kept on screaming at him to let her go but his drip tightened.

‘SHUT UP.  SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW’! He roared.  But she didn’t stop.  He put his hand over her mouth again to muffle her screams, and hissed in her ear, ‘You better fucking stop that ridiculous screaming right now or you will be very sorry’.  She started to shake and fear surged through her body.  He was far too strong for her.  She would never over power him.  She stopped screaming and panted heavily.  She tried once more to pull herself free but with no success.  She was afraid now and couldn’t figure out what she had done to deserve this treatment. 

He asked her calmly ‘so we’ve settled down now have we’?  And he looked at her for an answer, but she just started sobbing.  Was he going mad?  Was he going to murder her?  The biggest question of all was how she could be this frightened but still so turned on.

‘Listen to me you little bitch, are you listening’? She looked at him through teary eyes and nodded her head.  ‘Right Ok, now listen up, I own this house and while you live under this roof you will do as I say’ and he pulled her face closer to his.  She squinted her eyes and refused to look at him, she was embarrassed and hoped he wouldn’t notice how wet she was getting.  ‘Open your eyes, open your eyes and look at me’, and he took her hair again and pulled it till she let out a sharp cry.  ‘Look babe, if you do as I say I won’t have to hurt you’.  She reluctantly opened her eyes and tried to focus on him through the mist of her tears.  ‘You do nothing but fuck around all day, you take me for a fool.  I won’t support a lazy slut who does nothing useful, especially one who has no respect for anything.  Well from now on you’re going to respect me.  You’re going to obey me’.  And with that, holding her arms firmly behind her back he led her down the hallway to their bedroom.  She would have crumpled to the floor but he held her upright. 

The lights were switched off in the bedroom and when he closed the door the room was nothing but darkness.  She felt handcuffs fastened around her wrists.  And he roughly pulled her over to the far side of the room.  She began sobbing again and begged him not to hurt her.  ‘Crying won’t get you anywhere.  I’m not moved by your pathetic tears.  Now stop it right now ‘.  She tried to calm herself down by taking deep breaths.  He still held her tightly.  When she finished crying he let her go and she and she collapsed on the floor. 

She felt so vulnerable because her arms where rendered useless.  It was no use running.  She wouldn’t even be able to open the door.  So she curled up in a ball on the floor.  She was confused by her feelings, a part of her yearned for him to rough her up some more.  She tried to look up and see what he was doing but she couldn’t see anything.   She could hear him walking around the room, and the crumpling sound of parcels being opened.  

She pulled herself together a little and sat up on her knees.  ‘Ok Sam that’s enough, you’ve had your little joke.  I get it, you want me to do more around the house.  I will from now on.  I promise’.  He said nothing.  ‘Please Sam let me go, I love you.  I’ll do whatever you want’ she pleaded.  And at this he laughed,

 

‘You’re right about that.  You will do whatever I want’.  And he walked over to where she was sitting and stood behind her.  She cowered down before him, naked and helpless.  ‘You will do exactly what I want’.  He said again in a preoccupied tone.  He seemed to be fiddling with something.  He told her to hold still, while he tied a velvet scarf round her head to blindfold her. 

He walked over to the doorway to switch the light back on, but Serena was still in darkness.  She knew he had switched the light on but she still couldn’t see and the sensory deprivation made her feel even more helpless.  She could hear the blood pumping in her head, and she started to breathe faster and she heard his footsteps approaching again. 

He looked down at her looking so afraid and helpless and thought that it was about time she knew her rightful place.  Seeing her kneeling down before him looking so vulnerable excited him immensely.  Now he had her just where he wanted her.  He sorted through the various items spread over the bed and took a padded leather collar, and slipped it around her neck and began to fasten it.  She’d been silent for a while but when he did this she said in a whining tone, ‘Oh god you’re not putting a fucking collar on me are you?  I’m not a dog’.  She felt herself degraded to a new low at this and tried to wriggle out of his reach.  Before she knew it he pulled her up off the ground and threw her down on the bed and turned her over onto her stomach. 

He grabbed her by the hair and told her to open her mouth, and he slipped in a gag and secured it behind her head.  ‘If I want you to wear a collar, you will wear it, and you won’t complain’.  And he pulled her towards him until her body was resting on the bed but her knees where on the floor.  ‘Now stay right here in this position.  Are you going to do as you’re told’?  She made a muffled moaning sound as she nodded her head. 

She was shaking all over.  She was now completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do to her.  She was so afraid of what he might do to her, but she was so horny.  This treatment was exciting her in a way she had never known before.  He put his hand gently around her neck and moved it all the way down her back and to her arse.  He rubbed her firm arse cheeks for a few moments, and then took his hand away and brought it back down on her skin with a loud ‘smack’, the pain made her jolt.  She tried to get up but he pushed her down and started slapping her arse even harder, telling her that the more she struggled the harder he would hit her.  ‘If you stay perfectly still it will be over much quicker.  I’m going to give you ten slaps, but every time you move or make a sound I will add another ten.  Sound like a fun idea?  I think so’.  She moaned through her gag, but stiffened her body, ready for his blows. 

Before he began he rubbed her arse a bit more and his hand slid down to her pussy.  She tried to bury her head in the blankets, she was so ashamed.  Now he would know how wet she was and that she was really getting off on his cruelty.  ‘Well well well’ he said in a smug tone.  He let out a little chuckle.  ‘I’m not surprised really.  You’ve always loved being fucked like a slut.  Because that’s just what you are really, a silly little slut.  And you know this is how a slut should be treated.  Do yourself a favour and get off your high horse’.  He reached over and untied her blindfold.  ‘I want to see your face now, in this moment of realisation’.  But she turned her head away from him.  This infuriated him and he quickly pulled her up into a sitting position.  He stood over her, and grabbing her hair again lifted her face up to look at him.  She had tears in her eyes.  He put his hand between her legs and pulled it out again and wiped her pussy juice down one side of her face.  ‘Why are you crying’?  He asked.  ‘You love this and here is the proof.  Look!  Your saturating the sheets you’re so wet’.  He was getting frustrated with her pettiness.  ‘When I tell you I want to see your face, you don’t turn your head away’.  

He slapped her hard across one side of her face, and then across the other side.  It left both sides of her face stinging.  He thought she would start crying but she just sat there stunned, and panting.  She looked up at him and felt desire coursing through her body.  She had never been treated this way before.  She felt so week, totally under his control.  She was ready to surrender herself to him, and he saw it in her eyes.  She wanted him to use her however he wanted.  He let go of her hair and she slid off the bed and knelt down before him.

He removed the gag from her mouth and she immediately begged him to fuck her.  ‘Fuck me please baby.  You’re right.  I’m a slut, but I’m your slut.  Now you need to fuck me, any way you want, please’?  He looked down at her and thought she looked perfect down on her knees begging to be fucked.  ‘That’s right baby, who’s in charge’?  He said as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off.          ‘You are baby, you’re the boss.  I’m just here to please you’.

  ‘Good girl, now open your mouth so I can fuck your face’