He was an insatiable flirt. He loved women, talking, to women, charming women , teasing women, pleasing women. He loved everything about them, the clothes they wore, the smell of their perfume, the sound of their voices. He couldn’t get enough of their society and often thought that if God was kind she would have made him a lesbian so he could both be a woman and make love to them. Try as he might there was nothing he could do about this, he was wired this way, it was just another of God’s little jokes!

His career as an evening radio host on an adult contemporary station allowed him to continue his lifelong passion of charming women. From the safety of the announce booth he entered their homes, their cars, individually and simultaneously and uttered unspeakable things which made them wet with desire, but provided no relief other than self relief. He took great joy in the fact that he entertained his customers and purposefully left the studio lines on after hours so he could take their calls and hear them come. The sound of a women coming was to him the most beautiful sound in the world. He would record them and bank them as a vampire stores blood for future use. He never played them for anyone else, nor even told anyone of their existence, but would enjoy them for his own orgasmic pleasure.

Oddly enough his own social life fell far short of his fantasy life. He was awkward in his own relationships and had problems finding the right woman. He was able to please his partners, no one ever left his bed unhappy, but was incapable of abandoning himself and accepting the ecstasy he so freely gave to so many. He longed for someone to take him to another plane of sexual consciousness. Someone who would not ask him what he wanted but tell him. Someone who would dominate his mind the way he dominated the minds of his women.

Grace came to work at the station for two reasons, first she definitely needed to change jobs and second, she had been listening to him for years and desperately wanted to meet him. She had been working at non profit companies for so many years that she needed a break. It seemed that her specialty was various types of illnesses. She had worked for the Heart Foundation, the MS Society, various cancer foundations, and had now made it her goal to find employment in a place where the clients didn’t get sick or die. She was from western Maryland and so the commute was a bit of a killer (pardon the expression) but she would be grateful for the change. The money was comparable, though not stunning, and because she was in sales she was able to add commission to her base salary.

Their first meeting took place on the day of her job interview. It was scheduled at ten in the morning and since he worked the evening shift and had indeed worked the night before, she didn’t expect to see him. She knew what he looked like from a picture that was printed in the paper some time ago and he was neither stunning nor repulsive. He was, in truth, rather ordinary looking except for a winning smile and the most penetrating green eyes. Unlike so many radio people who tend to be on the obese side he was rather tiny and looked almost frail, until he opened his mouth, or gazed at you. At that point some miracle of physics took place and he grew stronger and you weaker!

She was wearing a pink cotton dress which offset her peaches and cream complexion, white shoes and a broad white hat. Frankly, she looked, fantastic. Their first encounter took place on the elevator up to the studio. "You have that I’m here for a job interview look about you." He said, and smiled a smile guaranteed to both reassure her and make her uneasy. She was completely pissed and had not counted on his being there. This was hardly the place she desired for their first meeting. Even though she looked good, she wanted to meet him as someone who was already employed at the station rather than an applicant. She wished to impress herself upon him as a successful woman rather than one searching for employment. He clearly had the upper hand and he knew it. "Good luck today," he said and walked off confident he would never see her again. ‘Fucking arrogant bastard I’ll show him,’ she thought, but all she said was. "See you around."

Grace did in fact get the job, mostly based on the kick ass interview she gave, because she was so determined to show him up. She managed to channel all her love and aggression for him into something that looked to the managers like zest and productivity! She was a welcome addition to the sales staff and performed more than adequately. She was not one of the top guns, but she was well ahead of the pack and well liked. In terms of her relationship with him it was a constant battle. They fought almost daily and on days when open combat did not break out a seething cold war dominated the office landscape. It was obvious to everyone in the office that these two people both loved and hated each other, though no one spoke of it at all. It was even uncertain whether the two of them understood their own feelings. As the old saying goes the opposite of love is not hate but indifference and like most old sayings, this one, was proving to be annoyingly true.

To their credit they did not involve the rest of the staff, but they could all feel the heat. Grace worked in the office for about a year and was then forced to leave for family reasons. Her mother was ill and she was obliged to take care of her. She gave her two weeks notice and wrapped up her affairs. His reaction when he heard she was leaving completely mystified him. He was initially delighted and muttered to himself something like, "good riddance, the bitch is outta here." But his next reaction surprised him completely. He realized instantly that he would miss her tremendously. Miss the fights, miss the arguments, the simmering anger. He realized that if he did not make some move now, she would be lost to him forever, and felt that he would then lose a part of himself.

On the day she gave notice he was drawn to her office, though he wasn’t sure why. He knocked respectfully and entered with his head down. "I’ll bet you’re pleased as punch today!" She said sarcastically. "Not really," he mumbled. "In fact, I think I’m going to miss you." "You have a strange way of showing affection." She said. "You have treated me like dirt and I haven’t treated you much better." "You don’t understand." He said. "I am paid to charm women, flirt with them, seduce them. When I find someone I care about, I can’t resist fighting with them and trying to drive them away." She looked at him incredulously, as if he were the strangest person on earth. "Please have dinner with me and let me to explain myself. I’m not even sure why I’m asking you, but it seems like we have unfinished business." When she saw that he was extremely serious, she thought about it for a moment and then said, "I’ll probably regret this, but why don’t we go for dinner after my last day at work."

She had no idea why she agreed to see him but the thought of having him to herself for an evening, kept her mind occupied for the next two weeks. He had seemed sincere in his desire to patch things up, but could she trust him? Her feelings about him were extremely complex and varied. She loved him passionately one minute, hated him violently the next. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to marry him or torture him and was emotionally prepared for both. The things she was contemplating were not just immoral, they were illegal, but she didn’t care. In her mind there were, as they said in the old Charlie Chan movies, two possibilities or scenarios. In the first he would make no impression upon her, she would let him go free, they would go their separate ways, and never see each other again. In the second, he would impress her, move her, catch her attention, and she would take him, test him, use him, change him. ‘So what if kidnapping is a federal crime,’ she thought, ‘I don’t give a fuck.’ She would either find the man of her dreams, or she would spend the next ten to thirty years in Leavenworth. As far as she was concerned it didn’t matter. It would be a fair trade, body for soul, the government would own one and she the other.

On her last day at work she cleaned out her desk in the morning, was taken out to lunch in the afternoon and shot the breeze with her fellow, soon to be, former, employees for the rest of the day. Her co-workers liked her and were sorry to see her go, but Grace kept the mood light and airy. He had gone out to her lunch with the rest of the staff, but was very quiet and contemplative during the meal, as though he was thinking of far off things, and what these might have been, he was unsure.

The end of the day arrived and the workplace was now deserted. ‘Well,’ he thought ‘here goes nothing,’ He ambled his way over to her office and poked his head in. He looked like hell. He hadn’t eaten well the last two weeks and his personal grooming was not quite up to par. He was not approaching disgusting or malodorous, but looked like a man with too much on his mind. They had not fought in quite a while and it bothered him. He missed the thrill and excitement of combat and it was taking its toll. He was listless in his work and although he continued to charm and seduce women on the air, his heart and soul were not in it. He was merely going through the motions to survive, like an ancient and tired vampire, he took no more joy from the hunt, but merely killed for food.

By Contrast, she seemed to him, completely energized. "What do you feel like eating?" She asked in a voice that was far too perky. "Anything Asian is fine." He replied quietly. She thought a moment and then an evil look came into her eyes. "How do you feel about Thai?" She inquired. "That sounds fine," he said. "I don’t live too far from here," she said, "why don’t you follow me back to my place and then we can go in your car." "Sure," he replied.

When Grace arrived at her place she purposely avoided parking in the garage, as she usually did, and left her car on the street in front of the house. She removed certain items from her car which might prove useful later in the evening and placed them deep in her purse. She walked over to his car and got in the front seat. "All set?" He asked and looked right into her eyes. "Ready for anything!" She replied confidently.

Dinner was a rather quiet affair and what was left unsaid was probably far more interesting than what was discussed! There were many long, pronounced, Wagnerian silences that neither seemed uncomfortable with as they gazed into each other’s eyes wondering how the evening would end. They picked their way through dinner, desert and coffee and there was no escaping the fact that, no matter how long you try to prolong a restaurant meal, you eventually wind up outside.

"I’ll drive you home," he said looking completely miserable. She was silent, shocked and angry. Why did he ask her to dinner if he had nothing on his mind? What was all the moping about? Why the long face the last two weeks? Why had he refused to fight with her? She was counting on an answer to all these questions tonight. ‘Perhaps he’ll open up on the way back to my place she thought,’ but his silence continued for the entire ride. It was not an awkward silence, but one laced with resignation.

When they arrived at her place, and before she could take any action at all, he said, "thanks for going out with me, it was nice working with you." "What are you saying?" She asked incredulously. "How can you blow me off this way! Don’t you realize what’s going on here, what we mean to each other?" "I have to get up early tomorrow," he said in a machine like voice, filled with fear and self loathing. "Don’t do this," she pleaded, "for both of us PLEASE don’t do this. You know we deserve better!" "I can’t help it," he answered," and paused for quite a while in solemn relfection... "It’s who I am." "NO!" She replied firmly, "it’s who you WERE." Before he could respond she grabbed the can of mace out of her bag and sprayed his face. He was not expecting the attack and was completely in shock. Evan though he was blinded by the gas and was having trouble breathing he reacted on some instinctual level and tried to subdue his assailant and defend himself. Before he could recover she grabbed the stun gun from her purse and sprang on top of him. "Do you feel something against your ribs?" She hissed. (She knew it would be hard for him to talk) Nod if you do." He nodded. "I have a fully charged stun gun shoved against your chest and if you try anything, I will send a million volts through your body at the touch of a button. Are we clear?" He nodded again. She reached into her bag, grabbed the leather hood and shoved it over his head, there was no need to tighten it, he was having enough trouble breathing with the mace already. She then took out her handcuffs, pulled his hands behind his back and locked them securely. She took a pair of shackles out and secured his legs together and then, with another chain connected his chained his legs to the handcuffs. He was now completely immobile, hog tied, totally hers.

She reclined the front seats as far as they would go and rolled him into the back seat of the car (thank goodness he was not a big guy). She then pulled him forward off the back seat and onto the floor. He was now completely, invisible to anyone who might drive by. He was officially kidnapped, she was now totally committed to her criminal path and she felt great about it. "Prison here we come’ she thought and laughed softly to herself.

"I think it’s time we went for a little drive," she said. "You just relax, I’ll take good care of you!" Grace had to admit that she was starting to relax and enjoy herself. His breathing was labored but he seemed to be ok. She drove him around for about an hour, to give him time to recover from the mace and at the same time keep him completely disoriented. She had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do to him, having prepared for this night for the past two weeks, but, as they say, God is in the details, and she wanted to make sure that the details were just right.

She eventually arrived back at her house where everything was in place for her nights work. She took the remote for the garage door out of her purse, opened the door and parked his car inside. For all intents and purposes she could keep him there as long as she wished, she lived alone, no one would be the wiser. She knew that he would hear the garage door open but would have no way of knowing exactly where they were. As far as he was concerned, she could have been taking him anywhere, for anything.

"Well here we are," She said, "Your home for the next few days!" He said nothing, he was still in shock, absorbing the enormity of what had just happened. ‘It’s not everyday you get abducted’ he thought to himself. He had no idea what was coming next. His life, so controlled, so ordered, was collapsing all around him. He was usually the master of his own domain, now he was master of nothing. A lowly prisoner awaiting whatever sentence his captor decided. ‘Maybe this is just some just some psycho sex game she likes to play and she’ll get over it in a little while,’ he thought. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

She got out of the car and opened the back door. He was lying there immobile, but she could hear his breathing. "We are going to go for a little walk right now and you’re going to be on your best behavior." She said, threateningly. "No heroics or I will have to stun you and I don’t think you’d enjoy that at all!" She dragged him out of the car and led him from the garage into her basement. He couldn’t walk terribly well but he could shuffle and that was enough. There wasn’t very far to go! He was completely disoriented and in no shape to put up a fight. It seemed she had won, at least for now.

Grace had prepared the room meticulously for his arrival. There were two metal rings attached to the baseboards, one to the floor and one to the ceiling. She led him over to the wall and secured the shackles on each leg to the baseboard rings. She then undid the chain linking his hands and feet, pulled his arms above his head and attached his handcuffs to the ring in the ceiling. She stepped back and admired her handy work. He could go nowhere and yet she had easy access to him from all sides. For an amateur abductress, she was pretty good!

"I think I’ll slip into something more comfortable," She said, despite the fact that the line felt ridiculous. "I’ll be back in a few minutes." He was beginning to recover from the mace and was starting to get very concerned. This was not a game any more. The adrenaline was starting to kick in and his usually calm mind was racing. Time passed, he wasn’t sure how long, and he heard her coming down some stairs. Her high heels clicked on the wooden floor. He sensed her walk by him, and smelled her perfume. He wondered what she would have chosen to wear. Would it be some black leather dominatrix outfit designed to inspire even more fear that he was already feeling? He doubted that was possible.

Then heard her switch on some music and recognized it immediately as the slow movement of a late Mozart Piano Concerto, though he wasn’t sure which one. It was for him a devastating choice. Most people think of Mozart as being a happy composer and in his fast movements he usually is. But in-between the happy parts his slow movements are chronicles of sadness and loss. Tonight it seemed he had lost everything and might soon lose even more. This was the music he cried to when he was alone and all the artifices of his life, of which there were so many, were removed. This was the final straw, he had no defenses left and huge convulsive sobs wracked his body.

She was touched by the sound of his crying and removed the hood from his head. The first thing he saw was her shoes. He was expecting black stiletto heels or something equally dominant. Instead the shoes were white high heels and not ostentatious in any way. If fact they were outrageously tasteful and beautiful. They were the type of shoes you would see someone wear at the office, that would immediately make you marry them. Incredibly sexy and yet incredibly demure. His eyes traveled up her body to see not black fishnet stocking, but virgin white hose leading up to the most elegant, pink Summer dress imaginable and a most enchanting Summer hat. Her light brown hair hung down around her shoulders in the simplest style. She looked like an angel. He racked his brains trying to figure out where he’d seen her dressed like this before and eventually realized that this was the exact costume she was wearing on the day they first met.

"You recognize the outfit don’t you?" She asked coyly. "Yes," he replied slowly. "It’s what you wore the day of your job interview." "Do you know why I’m wearing it tonight?" She asked. "No!" He answered, completely frazzled. "I haven’t a fucking clue why you’re wearing those clothes, why you kidnapped me , why I’m chained up here, why you maced me…The whole world’s a fucking mystery. Would you mind explaining any of this fucking insanity that you have perpetrated this fine fucking evening." His anger was starting to rise to the surface and even though he felt it was not a good idea to provoke her, he couldn’t help himself. "I think you owe me a little politeness," she said, "after all, I’m here to save your soul." "My soul was just fine before you came along and it will be even better after you’re gone." He said through clenched teeth.

She walked over to him and stared into his eyes. He couldn’t stand her gaze and looked down. "Don’t you dare turn away from me," she said and pulled him roughly by the hair until his face was inches from hers and their eyes were fixed on each other. The pain served to focus his attention and he waited nervously for whatever came next. "Your life?" She said sarcastically, raising her voice slightly. "You had no life, you were the walking dead, a soulless vampire, a voice on the radio. Until you met me YOU HAD NO LIFE. Meeting me was the most exciting thing that happened to you in years and you were ready to piss it all away tonight. I am here to save your soul, you miserable, ungrateful bastard." "Who asked you?" He shouted, his anger now out of control. "You have no right to do this. You’re not my judge and Jury," he screamed. "No!" she replied in a whisper, "but I might be your executioner."

She observed the fear that her words created on his face. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘he finally understands that this is real, that he may not survive the ordeal, that he is mine to do with as I please.’ Knowing she had his attention calmed her and Grace was able to proceed. She took a deep breath and began. "Do you know how long I’ve been listening to you on the radio?" She asked in measured tones. He didn’t reply, he wasn’t sure where this was going and was nervous about committing himself to any particular path. "Many years," she said answering her own question. "In fact I used to listen to you in college, late at night your voice used to soothe me to sleep, or comfort me while I was studying. Once I got to know you better and began to feel comfortable, you, me and my vibrator became close friends and had many delightful orgasms together. I once confessed this to a girlfriend and she admitted that she too was entertained in the late hours by your dulcet tones! "Spare me the fatal attraction crap," he said, "Whatever I was, or am to you, you are nothing to me." "No! You moron," She hissed, "I’m everything to you, I am your only hope." "Bullshit," he screamed, "you’re living in fantasy land. You can do whatever you want to me, it won’t change anything." "I guess that’s what we’re about to find out, isn’t it." She solemnly proclaimed.

She walked over to a small table that had numerous items on it that were covered with a cloth. He had noticed it before but it hadn’t made much of an impression! She removed the cloth with a flourish and he was immediately concerned. The table was lined with various instruments of torture. There were ropes, clothespins, paddles of various sizes, and a nasty looking cane. Next to these items was a selection of intimidating Dildos harnesses and gags of various kinds. The last thing his eyes took in on the table was the most frightening of all, a straight razor.

She picked up the razor, flicked it open, and walked over to him. His heart beat faster and he began to sweat. ‘Please don’t kill me,’ he thought, but said nothing, feeling that he would have a better chance of surviving, if he shut his mouth. She saw the fear in his eyes, pure fear and terror and it emboldened her. "Let the games begin," she said, and walked over to him brandishing her weapon. "I wonder if this is sharp enough." She mused to herself, "let’s just see." She grabbed his shirt with one hand and sliced it in two with the razor. It was one sharp fluid movement. He gazed at the remains of his clothing and then into her eyes. Just as his shirt was now torn and would never be the same, her eyes had undergone a similar and just as final transformation. Grace was gone and in her place was a frightening and sadistic creature, a creature bent on revenge, one that thrived on pain.

She ran her hands over her new possession, her new toy, she fingered his now exposed nipples and watched them harden. She ran her long fingernails over his chest first gently and then forcefully making little delicate red marks on his body. She could tell he was enjoying himself, at least on a biological level, by the erection that had formed. "Ah I see I have your attention," She said and stroked his dick through his pants. "Don’t confuse blood flow for interest!" He said snidely. "If I could stop it I would." "You are such a prick." She said, "I try and do something nice for you and you give me shit! I think it’s high time you experienced some consequences for opening your mouth." Before he could say anything she slapped him in the face as hard as she could leaving a bright red mark. She didn’t break anything but it sure hurt like hell. He was stunned. "Surprised?" she asked her voice rising, "didn’t think I’d hurt you? I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time. In fact, I think I’ve heard quite enough from you, and I’m going to do something no one has ever done…I going to shut you up. You should thank me, this way your mouth won’t get you into any more trouble."

She walked over to the table, looked at her selection of gags and chose a large red ball gag which would fit over his head. He looked it with horror. He would lose the use of his most precious weapon, his mouth. If he could talk to her, he could charm her, convince her, distract her, maybe even be able to persuade her to let him go. Without his mouth he was helpless, nothing and no one! The reality of the gag was even scarier that its contemplation. The ball was huge and almost completely filled his mouth. She made the straps quite tight and there was no way for him to grunt, much less speak! She saw the panic in his eyes and it gave her strength to do the things she had wanted to do for so long.

"You don’t like that very much, do you?" She said matter of factly. I know how much you rely on your mouth for everything. It’s your profession, your livelihood, your sex life, everything you have come to take for granted. Your mouth is mine now, I decide whether it will work or not. I own it and therefore, I own you!" There was nothing he could do. He had lost, the battle was over. Grace had found his Achille’s heel and had exploited it correctly. Now he could only wait and see if he would survive whatever she had planned.

She took the straight razor and deftly cut off his remaining clothes. She felt very proud that she was able to remove them all without nicking him. Other than his shoes, which she removed, he was now completely naked in front of her. She made a thorough inspection of his hardware. He was neither enormous nor minuscule more than enough for her needs but not enough to frighten her. She looked at his dick enviously, it was quite beautiful and for reasons she did not totally understand herself, she had always wanted one. (‘No worry,’ she thought to herself, ‘I will have one soon enough!’) She cradled his balls in one hand and stroked them delicately with the other as if they were hers rather than his. She squeezed them slowly and gently, first one then the other. Then she began to squeeze them harder and saw the point at which pleasure ended and discomfort began. Grace saw his whole body tense with pain and then, to show just how serious she was about owning his most prized possessions, squeezed jus a bit harder still. She saw the expression of horror on his face, saw his eyes roll back in his head, saw his body squirm and liked what she saw. ‘Yes indeed’ she thought, ‘he will suffer, he will suffer for me, and I will enjoy it.’ She relaxed her grip on his jewels and saw that the expression of pain receded but the fear remained. He was now exactly where she wanted him!

"I’ll be right back," she said, "don’t go way." Numerous thoughts passed through his mind. ‘Where can I possibly go, What can she possibly have to go away for, what horrific thing has she forgotten that she now remembered.’ There was no way to know, all he could do was wait and see. She returned a few minutes later with a large basin full of steaming hot water, a wash cloth and some shaving cream. "I’m back, did you miss me," she asked. He nodded his head. ‘Nothing to lose by trying to stay on her good side,’ he thought. "Obviously, the next step is to shave you," she said, "the only question is where. I guess it’s pretty obvious isn’t it, considering the focus of the evening so far." She put the basin on the table next to him, thoroughly washed his cock and balls with the wash cloth and trimmed his hair with a scissors. She then applied a liberal amount of shaving cream to the area occasionally stroking his cock to maintain his interest, which he seemed to enjoy.

"I see you like that," she said and stroked him a little longer. "Don’t get too used to it. There will be pleasure tonight, my dear, my pleasure that is, and there might be some left over for you, if I’m feeling kind." He looked at her somewhat incredulously thinking, ‘forget pleasure, I’ll be glad to make it out of here alive!’ Nevertheless he had to admit that he enjoyed her stroking his privates!" "This I think you will enjoy less," she said and picked up the straight razor, with a flourish." His face once again registered panic. "I wonder if it’s still sharp," she mused and took a piece of paper from a pad and sliced it neatly in two with one stroke. "Yup, works for me," she said and approached him razor in hand. The idea of something that sharp, that close to his cock and balls made him tremble. "Don’t worry sweetie, I’m not actually going to shave you with this, not because I don’t want to hurt you but because I want your jewels intact. It takes a great deal of skill to use one of these and I went to a very poor barber school! I think this will do just fine!" She said laughing, and pulled a disposable razor from her back pocket.

She carefully shaved his cock, balls, anal area and public hair, without cutting him in the least, and then surveyed her work. He was bald as an egg and looked quite cute! She took a wet wash cloth and cleaned him up. Now he was truly ready for her attentions.

She walked over to the table and picked up a four foot piece of ¼ inch nylon rope. She wound one end around his cock and balls and tied it securely with a square knot so that there was a short and a long section of rope remaining on each side of the knot. She took the shorter part of the rope and held it lengthwise against his cock and wound the longer section around the shorter rope and his dick. When she neared the end of the rope she tied the two ends together. His cock except for the head was now ensheathed in rope and his balls, now purple in color, bulged in their new prison.

Judging from the erection he seemed to be enjoying himself! "You like this, don’t you," She asked incredulously. He nodded his head in agreement. He wasn’t sure why but it really turned him on. No one had ever done this to him before, he had seen pictures and found it repulsive, but the feeling of being encased in rope and having his balls ache fascinated him. It was even better when she touched him because his skin felt completely different that ever before. "Well aren’t you the little slut," she said and stroked the exposed head of his cock. "Let’s see how you feel about the next phase of your training." She took the jar from the table and held it to his nose. "This, my little cock and ball torture slut, is Tiger Balm. Smells rather pungent doesn’t it." He nodded. She smeared a bit her finger and rubbed some on his nipple. "Burns a bit doesn’t it," she said. "Just imagine what it will feel like on your freshly shaved naughty bits! " Based on the pain he was experiencing from his chest he wasn’t thrilled about this at all. The stuff seemed tame for the first few seconds, but after that it made it’s presence known. She put a generous amount of the balm on her fingers and liberally coated his cock and balls, after which she put some on his asshole. It took a few seconds and then he felt the most intense burning/freezing sensation on his newly shaved skin. The pain was indescribable and had it not been for the gag, he would have screamed. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, she coated his nipples, squeezed them and then affixed a clothespin to each. "How do feel now, my little slut!" Still enjoying yourself? He shook his head vigorously. "But I am not without pity," she said, and stroked his cock a bit to distract him and give him a little pleasure.

"That was the appetizer," said Grace, "now it’s time for the main course and your ass is the main course. Well it’s only fair, you behaved like such an ass, shouldn’t it take the bulk of the punishment?" She ran her fingernails over his exposed rear end. There wasn’t much too it, a little bit of flesh and lots of bone… ‘typical guy butt,’ she thought. "This would be easier for you if you had a little more in the rear end department, but that’s your problem not mine," she said and chuckled to herself.

She walked over to the table and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. The sound immediately returned him to the doctors office and unpleasant memories of prostate exams. He had a pretty good feeling that after what she did to him tonight Dr. Cohen’s finger would be a walk in the park! She picked up a small vibrator, some duct tape, and a tube of KY. "As I keep telling you, I am not without mercy, this will help you endure what is to follow." She applied a liberal amount of KY all over his anal area and then slipped her middle finger inside him. Based on the hardness of his cock and his body language he seemed to enjoy it. She grabbed his cock and pulled on it to distract him while she slipped a second finger inside. He squirmed a little bit but couldn’t help himself and began thrusting into her hand. "I think you’re ready now," she said, and removed her fingers, peeled off the gloves and inserted the small vibrator. She taped the device to his butt so that there was no chance that it would fall out and turned it on low. He could feel the small machine tingling inside him nudging his prostate. It was amazing, he had never experimented with his own ass before and he couldn’t believe how good it felt. His elation changed to terror, however, when she picked up the riding crop and bamboo cane and the expression on his face mirrored his concern.

"You’ve been having far too much fun my pet," she said. "Did you actually believe that this evening’s proceedings were for you? I know you think everything on earth relates to you…I’m here to cure you of that and I have in my hands the perfect tools for one who is so self focused! Just to show you I’m not completely heartless I will give you your choice of implements of destruction! I realize that you aren’t able to speak at this moment and so, if you would prefer the crop nod once, if you would enjoy the cane nod twice. Neither choice was particularly appealing for him, but the cane looked as if it would remove far more of his skin than the crop, which would just give him one hell of a beating. He nodded once. "The crop it is," she said. She put the cane back on the table where it belonged and walked around him so that she faced his behind. "What a lovely surface to work with, so beautiful, so pure, so white. I’m going to change all that! We’ll start with twenty strokes just to see what you’re made of." He braced himself for what he knew was coming. He was grateful for the gag because it gave him something to bite down on. WHACK. PAIN, immediate and sudden pain. This was not like the pain from the Tiger Balm, this was hear and now. This was not romantic pain or idealized pain this was brutal and savage. Grace wasn’t interested in getting him used to the crop, she had wanted to see him suffer for a very long time and now the time was at hand. There would be no easy strokes, no love taps, no caresses, she said that she would give him twenty strokes and, by God, she meant it. She wound up and put her whole body into it. WHACK. A large red welt appeared on his behind, what was pure, white and chaste was pure no longer. WHACK. His body shook, he strained against his restraints, but there was nowhere for him to go. "Only ten more my sweet," she said, "You can make it." WHACK. Tears were running down his eyes. ‘Will I make it,’ he wondered, ‘or will I pass out?’ He tried to concentrate on the vibrator deep within him and focus on the pleasure it was causing. WHACK. His mind unwillingly returned at once to the world of pain and try as he liked to think of other things he could not.

Grace knew that she could only go so far with him because after too much pain he would become insensible and then be useless to her. "I see you’re suffering," she said contritely, "I can make things easier for you." She turned the vibrator to high and stroked his cock. He felt the tingling intensify inside him and began to respond. She was encouraged by his interest in pleasure. "Only a few more to go," she whispered softly into his ear. "You can make it, I know you can," she cooed and continued to caress his privates. When she felt he was ready she continued on her mission. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…

By the end of it, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was and it took a while for him to return to reality. He slumped against the chains, spent, exhausted, and strangely euphoric. Tears were running down his face and he was bathed in sweat. He wasn’t just grateful not to be beaten any longer he felt cleansed, purified. He had survived the trial by fire and felt better for it. He felt relaxed and peaceful. She was moved by his performance and cradled his face in her hands. She licked his tears and ran her fingers through his drenched hair. "You did well my pet, I’m very proud of you," she whispered looking deep into his eyes. She couldn’t bear to have him gagged any longer and removed it from his mouth. "Thanks," he whispered, grateful to be able to talk. "Are you OK?" She asked in a concerned voice. "I think so," he said sounding a bit confused. Part of her felt so much for him, cared so much for him, loved him, hated to see him suffer. But there was another part of her that delighted in his pain, needed to know just how much he could take and how much his suffering would excite her. "I want to let you go," she said sadly, "but I can’t…I need more from you," and in an instant a complete change in her entire demeanor took place. The compassionate woman was gone and the monster returned.

"I seem to be entirely overdressed for this evenings activities, a change of clothing is in order," She declared. Grace began unbuttoning her dress and, standing in front of him, slowly removed it. She was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties that looked like they came from Victoria’s Secret. She removed her bra and panties but left her garter belt stockings and shoes on. She then picked up the harness and the eight inch black, latex, dildo from the table. She donned the harness and then the attached the weapon! She looked armed and dangerous. She brought a kitchen chair over to him and placed it with it’s back toward him. Grace unhooked his cuffed hands from the hook in the ceiling and shoved him forward so that his hands were on the seat and his stomach against the back of the chair. She took a small length of rope, attached it to his cuffs and then tied the rope to a hook in the floor similar to the one she had placed in the ceiling. He was once again completely immobile and at her mercy. It was now quite obvious to him that his ass was going to receive more serious attention.

She walked around, surveying him once again, wondering where to begin. His ass was high in the air and his head was drooping down toward the floor. "Look at me!" She hissed and yanked his head up by the hair so that his eyes met hers. "Ever sucked cock my pretty?" She asked in a manner all too reminiscent of the wicked witch of the west. He shook his head, his eyes full of fear and loathing. "This will be a night full of firsts for you, won’t it." She teased. He had always been both slightly homophobic and yet he was slightly intrigued as well. He had always wondered what it would be like to suck cock. He had endured so many terrible blow jobs by the many women he had dated (more teeth than tongue!) and knew he could do better. He loved masturbating and often thought if he could just get his own lips to his cock he could work the most splendid magic on himself. This, however, was not exactly what he had in mind during his fantasies and the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ kept echoing around in his brain.

"Lick me!" She growled at him, jolting him away from his reverie. "Fuck you!" He said, "I’m not licking your cock or anyone else’s." He knew he had absolutely nothing in the way of options but he wasn’t going down, so to speak, without a fight! Grace was less than amused. "The way I see it, toilet mouth, you have two choices," she said, "You can lick me or I can cane your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. The choice is yours, they will give me equal pleasure. I was going to spare you the cane as I have no desire to flay the skin off your ass but if you force me to, I will be happy to oblige. What’s your pleasure Big boy?" "I’ll lick you," he muttered. "Lick my what," she taunted. "I’ll lick your cock," he said now fully resigned to his role. "All right then, my little cock sucking slut, lick it the way you’d like to be licked." She shoved her cock in his face and watched as he licked it from base to tip. He started tentatively but soon began to take interest in his new task. It was kind of intriguing in a way. ‘I guess the Kinsey report was right,’ he thought ‘there’s a little bit of everything in all of us!’ His mind drifted while he licked her cock, drifted far away to a place where there were no males and females, only pleasure and pain, and even those were capable of being combined in such intriguing ways.

Grace was most impressed. What had she created, first a Cock and Ball Torture slut and now a cock sucker. Just when you thought you’ve seen in all. "That was beautiful," she said, truly moved by his efforts. She looked lovingly into his eyes. "Now I want to fuck your mouth, I want you to take all of me right down your throat. Would you do that for me?

I can force you, you know, I will force you, but I would rather you did it willingly." He was beaten, there was no point in fighting any more. He opened his mouth and took as much as he thought he could. He was about half way down when she began thrusting into him. "Very good my pet, there’s hope for you yet." She said, holding his head and thrusting still deeper. He tried to push her away, but there was nothing he could do. She was loving it, thrusting deeper inside him with every stroke. God she was wet. The dildo now glistened with his saliva. "Get it good and wet my pretty because this could be all the lubrication you get when I ream your ass." She saw the look of shock in his eyes. "Surely my pet you must have known where this was going," She said as she continued to fuck his mouth. He was now taking it all and gagging just a little bit. He was doing his best to get the dildo as wet as possible. ‘I guess that’s the human self preservation instinct’ she thought to herself, and was amused.

Grace took her cock out of his mouth and walked around him so that she was facing his ass. ‘God what a gorgeous piece of meat he was.’ She mused. His behind still bore the marks of his recent beating, which only made him look more beautiful to her. He was fresh stone for her to carve, fresh paper for her to inscribe, and she would leave her mark. This was the moment she had been waiting for, this was what she had wanted from the second she had first heard him on the radio. She was going to fuck him, join with him, own him, make him truly hers.

She removed the tape and vibrator from his ass, and applied more KY Jelly. "There will be more than enough pain to go around," she said, "there’s no need to cause any more." "Haven’t you done enough to me for one night?" He asked in a forlorn voice, "do you really need to rape me?" Tears started to appear once again in his eyes. "You know I do," she said soothingly. "You know I’ve wanted this for a very long time. It will be good for you, I promise." He closed his eyes and waited for what came next.

She rubbed the dildo gently against his opening and noticed his immediate response. His cock started to harden and he involuntarily moved his hips towards her. "Good boy," she said, "just relax and leave it all to me." Somehow he managed to calm himself and barely noticed as she slipped herself inside. "There my pet," she whispered. "Was that so bad?" He had to admit it was OK and shook his head. She worked herself deeper into him slowly, ever so slowly and gently. There would be time for violence later on, but now was the time for sighs, whispers, and tears. She reached over and picked up the small bullet shaped vibrator from the table. She turned it on and held it against her clit. She thrust herself still deeper inside him and could see it was having an effect. The dildo was now hitting his prostate and he was getting more aroused. She was pleased to see this because he would need his arousal to endure what was going to come. Finally she was all the way in and felt her pelvis touch his ass. He felt some discomfort and some pleasure. He felt very full and very contented.

She gave him a few minutes to get used to his new situation and then began thrusting herself back and forth, all the way in and all the way out. His gentle tissues were not used to movement of this kind and she felt him shudder in pain, and gasp in pleasure. His knees buckled a bit, but he held on, ‘what a trooper,’ she thought. Grace increased the speed and intensity of her movements and turned the vibrator up just a touch. ‘There’s no reason to rush,’ she thought, ‘he’s not going anywhere. Just enjoy him, he is yours after all!’ But despite all her plans to take things slowly, gradually, she could not resist the temptation to go to the limit, to pound into him, fuck him, rape him. All her love, lust and anger went straight from her brain to her hips and she did nothing to stop it. She slammed the vibrator into high and rammed herself into him as hard as she could. With her free hand. she reached over, grabbed his cock and stroked him. His cock was purple because of the rope and very hard. The skin felt hard and taught completely unlike it’s usual soft pliant nature. Caressing him took his mind off the incredible pain, brought him back to pleasure and with renewed hope, he endured. She was extremely wet, her eyes were closed, her mind drifted off to a distant place. Her hips and hands took on new lives of their own, independent of her brain, lives that were solely devoted to giving her body the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Her sense of time grew dim and she had no idea how long she had been using him for and how long he had been both suffering and enjoying.

Grace’s level of pleasure was so ecstatic, that when she felt the beginnings of orgasm building inside her, she could not help but feel a tinge of disappointment. She was not one of these meta-women of pornographic fame who would come forever and knew that once she came, she would crash, the beast inside her would be gone and her power over him finished. She thrust even harder, knew intuitively it was going to be an orgasm of magnificent proportions and was determined to enjoy every second of it. It was closer now, she knew she had only a few thrusts left. She clutched the vibrator even closer to her clit and somehow found the dexterity to turn it to high. It began in her toes traveled the length of her body and exploded in her mind. Her mind and her clit were completely linked, her brain completely dominated by her body, just as her body completely dominated his. She screamed, shuddered and convulsed for what felt like many minutes but were in fact seconds. She drew herself into him, wrapped her arms around him, and hugged him as hard as she could. When she could stand it no more, she removed the vibrator, unstrapped the dildo and collapsed at his feet. For a long time, other than their breathing, all was silent.

Grace kissed his feet and then got up to have a look at him. The beast was indeed gone and now all that remained was a little girl who was dangerously in love with the man she had just raped. She walked around the chair, held his face in her hands and caressed it softly. He was bathed in sweat, his hair all matted, his eyes closed. Seeing him this way was more than she could bare and tears started forming in her eyes. "I’m sorry, I had to do that," she sobbed. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this, but on some rather perverse level he understood and forgave her. She looked down at his cock, still bound, purple and hard. She picked up the KY from the table and applied it to the head of his cock and slowly stroked him. He knew that he was very close and that it would just take just a few seconds for him to come. She stroked with one hand and massaged his balls with other. She sensed he was close and moved her hand from his balls to his cock so he could come in her hand. His orgasm, in contrast to hers was quiet and peaceful but in its own way, just as intense. While he was coming she continued to stroke him gently with one hand while accumulating his come in the other. When he was completely finished she took the hand that was filled with his come, placed it next to his mouth and uttered her final command for the night. "Please," she begged. He gazed into her face and realized she needed this so desperately, that he opened his mouth and licked her hand, tasting what they had produced together. Before he could swallow his seed she grabbed him by the hair and kissed him deeply. Her tongue sought out his fluids which were now combined with those in his mouth. This was the last thing she desired from him, she was now complete.

Grace sat down on the floor, completely spent, and wondered what to do next. She was well aware of how to kidnap a man but was a little unsure of how you let them go! Many thoughts occurred to her. She could kill him and then herself, the razor was indeed handy, but felt that murder/suicide was rather messy and best left to professionals. She could mace him again, take him back to the car and dump him in some abandoned construction site, but this seemed cowardly and inhospitable. Grace knew in her heart that there was only one course of action, and this was the most frightening of all. She would remove his bonds and allow him to go free. He would either love her or hate her, but she had to know which.

"Now that I’ve had my way with you," she intoned solemnly, "it’s time for you to have your way with me. I’m going to untie you. You can do anything you want, there’s nothing I can do to stop you. You can have me arrested, you can harm me physically, you can do nothing…the choice is yours. She undid his cuffs, then the leg restraints and waited for whatever came. She had no idea what his reaction would be.

He stood up, stretched his muscles and stared thoughtfully into her eyes. He said nothing for a long while and she had no idea what he was thinking. Finally she could stand it no longer. "How are you feeling?" She asked timidly, completely unsure of what his response would be. After another long pause, he looked into her soul and replied, "alive…I feel very much alive. Thank you." He smiled wistfully, put his arms around her, and hugged her tightly.