In harness

In harness

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

A prostitute gets hired out to a dominant by her caretaker to teach her a lesson.

Summary

A prostitute gets hired out to a dominant by her caretaker to teach her a lesson.

Chapter1 (v.1) - K

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 08, 2018

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 08, 2018

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Vitali pulled me through the door. I was glad he gave me clothes this time, although they left nothing to the imagination: my boobs were pushed up to my neck by the leather strapless bra he gave me, and my low-cut black dress finished where my legs began. My feet hurt from the high heels I had been given and I felt uncomfortable in the thong he insisted I wear. He had also painted my face with a horrid pink lipstick and blue eye-shadow and my hair was pulled back in a tight black ponytail – I really did look like a prostitute.

My last trick didn't work out too well. I was booked by a cocaine dealer for the whole night, who apparantly also had a lot of friends, and I was already in trouble from Vitali for turning violent on the guy before that. Vitali made me go to the bar naked and a few hours early as a punishment, and I had to fend off creepy old men all night, until Finn and his friends arrived. They were snorting lines and drinking all night, and decided it would be fun to snort them off my pussy as well. It burnt like hell, and, while lying on the poker table in some dingy bar, they got rough with me. One of them held on to my wrists, so that they could each have their turn with me - all eight of them. I had no voice when I woke up the next day, and Finn had spun a story about me being disobedient that night to Vitali. This is how I ended up here - being punished, trained as a submissive and learning proper ettiquette with a man who will never find out what really happened.

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His name was “K” – just “K”, and he looked no older than 25. I was expecting a leather-clad freak, but he looked normal, like the guy that lived next door: short, curly blonde hair, jeans, sneakers, and a grey jumper with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The room was also bare, except for a desk with a chair he was sitting on and an old leather sofa in the corner of the room. This seriously did not look like the dungeon-nightmare I was expecting, but I was still very apprehensive about the ordeal.

K smiled at me and showed Vitali back to the door. I looked around the room in confusion.

“I know what you’re thinking” K smiled at me “If you want shackles and dungeons we can go downstairs if you like, but I find all of that pretty unnecessary at this point in time.”

My eyes widened as he came towards me with a cloth, and I took a step back. K grabbed the back of my neck, and I closed my eyes and let out a whimper when I realized he was trying to get rid of that horrendous lipstick and eyeshadow.

“They do this all the time… Dress all of you up to make you look cheaper than you actually are. I need to have another word to Vitali about this.”

I still didn’t know what his game was. He led me over to his chair and told me to lean over while holding on to it. When he realized that this scenario would not work, because everything looked a bit awkward, he pushed me back towards the sofa and threw me over the sofa arm so that my upper body was shoved into the cushions and my butt and legs were dangling in the air.

K was very methodical, as if he had done this a thousand times before. He walked back to his desk, and opened the draw, pulling out various items, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were. I shuddered every time I felt his foot steps grind into the wooden floor boards. When he came back, he had his arms full of things: 2 short pieces of rope, a roll of duct tape and what looked like a large belt with a metal fastener.

He told me to stretch my arms out in front of me, as he took my hands and tied them together with the rope and fastened each end to both sofa legs below me. Next, he ran his hands down my legs and pulled on them, making sure that each heel was safely on the ground before duct taping each ankle to the remaining 2 sofa legs. I naturally bent my back, to cope with this awkward position I was in: that’s what the belt was for. He flung the end across my back and over the sofa, catching it as it rolled underneath back towards him. He fastened it so tight, that my whole upper body was now glued to the sofa.

He stood back and studied me for a minute, before disappearing behind me. I tried to see what he was doing.

“Keep your eyes ahead” he demanded as he slid his hands up my dress and pulled down my thong. “Clothes have to be earned here” he said as he grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and cut the tiny piece of material away, stuffing it into his back pocket. He continued hacking the scissors into my dress. Tears welled up in my eyes, as I remembered the humiliation Vitali had put me through once before.

I felt uncomfortable and scared. A cold breeze rushed up my sex as K pulled the remaining pieces of dress off me. He slapped me across my ass, as I felt him move away from me. I tried to move my legs together, but they were glued in their place.

Nothing happened for a long moment, until I suddenly felt a tickling near my pussy. Two fingers were rammed in and I yelled out in surprise, tightening around him. He pumped his fingers in and out, driving me to the brink of orgasm, before pulling them back out again. I knew this game. I thrashed my head from side to side and decided that I wasn’t going to give this monster the pleasure of my orgasm today. In fact, I never did for any people Vitali took me to. Most of them just wanted a quick release, but this one was dead-set on tormenting me.

K inserted his fingers again, this time a lot slower, finding my clitoris and rubbing it circularly and insistently, before plunging his fingers deep into me and pulling them out to rub my clitoris again. He continued finger fucking me until I involuntarily spasmed and shook, letting out a loud groan - I gave him what he wanted.


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