The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... because I am being nice, do not resist me understand?” “Yes Sir. I will not resist.” Sally was a bit on edge yet again. What was he going to do? Then she felt him pull her ankles as close as they could be, and tied them together looping the twine around both ankles time and again and pulled it through the middle of the ankles, after doing this a few times to secure the tie, he reached and guided her right hand down over the small of her back and while holding it there with one hand he reached up and brought the other hand down. Then he took the string and started tying her hands in much the same way her ankles were tied and made sure they were secure, he pulled them down as close to her ankles as he could get causing her back to curve and her boobs to be pushed out on display, which was the point of this particular position. He tied a final knot and patted her bum. Sally was scared; she had never been tied up, naked and vulnerable like this before. Mike came to the front of Sally smiling at her predicament. “Now my sweet bitch, you must wonder why I have you all tied up.” Mike pulled out a wooden spoon from his pocket he had also procured from its place in the kitchen. “Yes Sir.” “I have had you endure pain to train you, and that will happen more, but I enjoy inflicting pain for fun. I enjoy the sounds a person makes when in pain because of me. I enjoy the bargaining, the begging, the resignation and ultimately submission when a person has been beaten thoroughly. Do I have ...

... your attention?” Sally’s eyes were big looking straight on which meant she was basically looking at the top of the wall and the ceiling. “Yes Sir.” “Okay this has to stop you need to speak in complete sentences; subject, noun and verb. What are you agreeing to? I want you to say yes, sir, then repeat what it is you are saying yes to. So lets try this again: Do I have your attention?” “Yes Sir you have my attention.” Sally was not sure who was present, the gentleman or the monster, but his words had indicated monster, yet his tone and patience denoted the gentleman. Mike sat on the couch and began to massage those boobs, just hanging out there begging to be touched, abused. He smiled when he thought of the colors they would become. “You are about to experience a lot of pain, if you fall down, you will be punished, if you do not follow instructions you will be punished, and if you think that I am causing you pain then remember the punishment will be worse. Now our first exercise, you will count the strokes in your head when I ask you will tell me the count. Do you understand, bitch?” “Yes, Sir, I am to count the strokes in my head and tell you how many when you ask Sir.” “WHACK!” the first come down quick following her last word right onto her right nipple, WHACK! The side of her right boob, WHACK the top of her right boob, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK the side of her right boob. Sally was crying and he was pretty sure she had lost count but wanted to be sure and quickly one after another ...