Desk Rabbit

It was a Saturday evening and I didn’t really have plans. I was telling myself that this was because I was focusing on school, but in reality I was just a bit of a homebody and couldn’t really find the motivation to go out and party most weekends. Instead, my weekend plans usually revolved around a weed pen, my opened dorm window and a trip to the lake that wasn’t far away from my dorm. That was probably the reason why I accepted the short notice invitation of a man that I had been involved with for a while, to come down to his flat. I knew this meant sex, whether or not that sex would be good we would see.

We had a weird relationship where sometimes he would forget I exist for a month and then hit me up as if he didn’t just ignore all my texts and gave me multiple breakdowns. The anger he could evoke in me fuelled lots of late night sessions with my vibrator where the usually submissive me thought of all the ways I could make this man fall to his knees and beg for my approval, but that’s for another story.

I arrived at his flat around 8. Showered, lotioned and in an Outfit that made me feel confident to the point of brattiness. I am not sure if I was the person that introduced him to kink, but I had taught him some stuff and the man was eager to learn, so I knew me being in a combative mood would yield consequences. When the door was opened, I was first greeted by a wide and genuine smile.

“Good to see you, I am so happy you came”, he said and excitedly pulled me inside into a welcoming embrace.
He gestured to the couch in the living room where two glasses of white wine and some snacks where stationed and I sat down, a little disappointed that we were not starting out immediately. He joined me, checking me out while sitting down and we enjoyed a nice conversation.

After we had talked for a while, he got up, took our glasses in his hands and made his way across the room.
“Let me show you my new room” he said, and disappeared behind a white door that almost closed behind him, so I couldn’t see the room waiting for me behind it.
I don’t remember why what came next caught me so off guard. Maybe because the wine had gotten my head all fuzzy, maybe because up to this point he had been so sweet. Put his hand on my thigh, on my back, told me he loved the new hairstyle, loved the outfit. I had almost felt embarrassed for thinking this was just a booty call and not also meetup between friends. I enjoyed the compliments and gentle touches. It wasn’t usually my style but I found myself turned on by them.

But upon entering the white door, I was immediately reminded what kind of touch I preferred. A big hand grabbed me by my throat and roughly used my body to push against the doors inside so it would close. A surprised gasp escaped my mouth, and I was instantly slapped in the face multiple times while pinned to the door. I hadn’t even had time to struggle yet with how surprised I was of this attack. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull his hand off my throat, which in turn caused him to push harder. I tried kicking but he was too close, his thighs almost touching mine, so I didn’t really have any leverage. He laughed, but it was different than it had been minutes before.
Just like my whole demeanour changed when being choked, he changed too, when exerting authority over me. I couldn’t describe it completely, but it was almost as if his eyes changed colour and turned from the light blue sparkle to a dark, deep, unpredictable ocean blue.

I didn’t stop struggling. I usually had a good chance of getting away. I was strong and knew the techniques to deal with people taller and stronger than me, but he had never surprised me like this before. He laughed again and the push on my throat had become a secure hold of which he controlled my whole body. He almost bragged by letting his other arm just hang loose, presenting me with how small I was and how little choices I actually had in this moment. But he didn’t brag for long.

Very slowly, he let his hand wander over my clothes, making me freeze and close my eyes in the hopes of catching all the tingles this made me feel throughout. He started at my upper thigh and just let his fingers explore my reactions without doing much. At my breasts, his hand lingered while he teased my nipple through my shirt. The touches were a contrast to the strong and assertive hold he had on my throat. A quiet moan escaped me and immediately his hands found my hair and grabbed it hard.

“Here is how this is going to go. You need to learn how to shut the fuck up. Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t text you too little, its that you can never keep quiet?
You think you can be good for me for just one evening and just keep fucking quiet and do what I invited you here for?”
I didn’t reply, I didn’t know how to. He was holding me tight and his tone was a lot rougher than usually. I knew I was not going to comply, I loved the struggle, but he did catch me off guard with the command in his voice.

“This easy to get you speechless slut huh? I didn’t know you had it in you”
That was my trigger. There wasn’t a lot I could do from my position, but one thing always won me a reaction. So I used the limited head movement I had and bit into the arm that was holding me by my hair. He hated this, I knew he hated this, which made it all the more tasty for me. He pulled his arm away, and I was preparing to make a run for it, when the hardest slap I had ever endured hit me in the face, followed by alternating slaps of the same intensity on either side of the face.

I tried to bring my arms up, defend myself, but he kept them coming for a good while before he suddenly stopped.
This time, he let out an annoyed sigh and just looked me deep into my eyes while holding my face in a strong grip. “I don’t know what I expected, but I certainly didn’t think you were this dumb. Listen to me, you have just ruined any chance on mercy that you had bitch. Your mouth is good for one thing and one thing only tonight and if you use it for something else you are going to pay for it.”

And with that, he stuffed two fingers so far into my mouth that it made me gag and tear up immediately. With a satisfied grin he then took the fingers out again, smeared them across my face to clean them up and gave some rewarding pats to my cheeks.

“For your own good, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you and if you make a single noise or struggle, you will regret it.”

I didn’t struggle. To be fair, had I known what was coming, I would not have complied. But this was one of the rare occasions I didn’t fight. Maybe because the intensity of his energy was different that day and even though I would have never admit this, maybe I was a little scared of what he would do, or maybe because I was already so turned on that I just wanted to get any touch that would take the edge off a little. So I didn’t struggle. He loosened the grip on my throat and when I had taken a step away from the door replaced it with a hand on my neck. He pushed slightly, making me look up at him.
“I want everything off except the panties, slowly” , he said and let go of my neck, but not without hardening he grip painfully for a second to bring his message across. But as I got ready to take off my top, he stopped me.

“Wait” he said, and pulled something out of his back pocket. A thin black scarf.
“Turn around” he demanded and without waiting for me to comply he grabbed my shoulder and forcefully turned my back to him. He tied the scarf around my head and immediately robbed me of most of my vision. “Can you see?” he asked and while replying no, he pulled my back into his front and painfully grabbed my nipple.

“I knew you sluts aren’t the smartest but surely you are not dumb enough to forget that you are not supposed to speak.” He whispered, while brutally twisting my nipple. It took all of my concentration not to make a noise. This close to my body, I could feel him. Rock hard and pushing into my struggling body, my struggling stimulating him further. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my throat until I cried and hold me down while telling me how he decided when I needed to breathe. Or be bent over his desk. I just wanted him to take me. But instead, he was holding me by my nipple, whispering threats into my ear and when he was satisfied with hurting me, he took a step back.

Afraid of what would happen if I made a mistake again, I returned to my original task of taking my clothes off. I couldn’t hear him at all, but imagining me, helpless in the middle of his room while he just watched me made me feel like prey. A good feeling that made my whole body feel like I was floating. When I was done taking my clothes off I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure where he was and I didn’t dare make any decisions by myself, so I just stood there and waited.

After a moment, I felt a touch on my ass. He was stood in front of me, fully clothed and pulling me into him again, exploring my bare skin with his hands. He turned me around and his hands found the seam of my panties. He toyed with them, pulling them slightly into me and letting his fingers run all over them. He laughed. “You are so wet already, does it turn you on when I make you do the things I want? Do you like when your only use is to please me?” I just stood there, frozen, unsure if I was allowed to speak und unwilling to make the same mistake again.

“Ahh so now you are shy? Don’t worry, your body is giving me all the answers already. I like it this way, you shut up and I just feel your responses.” And with that, he pulled my panties down and before I could protest, stuffed them into my mouth. I could taste myself on my tongue, and he wasn’t lying, the panties were soaked.

I loved how he treated me and with the blindfold, every sensation was so much more intense. As I was getting used to my own taste on my tongue, I was surprised from him pushing me to my knees. Gladly I went down, excited to take him into my mouth. I did wonder how he was going to fuck my throat with the fabric in my mouth, when he started tying my hands behind my back.

I felt something metal in between my arms, but him tying me up was not completely unusual so I didn’t think much of it. I did start to wonder when I felt him tying rope around my neck, but by the time I got worried, it was already too late. I would later find out, that he had tied me to his desk, hands behind my back around the desk leg and the neck attached to it as well. But in that moment, the only thing I really felt was how incredibly restricted I was.

And then I felt his feet, slightly kicking at my knees to get me to open my legs further for better access. I also felt him kneeling down beside me and finally, he touched me where I needed it most. Very gently, he let his fingers run over my pussy and when he reached the top, he very carefully and slowly massaged my clit. I melted at his touch, wishing it would never stop, grinding towards his fingers but being held back by my restraints. Without my vision, I was all lust, all feelings, my whole body just wanted one thing. And then he took his fingers away, and it took everything in me not to whimper and make noise. I grinded the air, looking for his fingers, looking for the sensation that had me unable to think. I was all neediness no thoughts.

“Shhhhh, I know. Don’t be sad whore, I know what you need, I know you want me” he said in a degrading tone that also told me he had stood back up and was looking down on me.
“But if you are already this desperate little mess now, imagine all the things you will do for me after I leave you here.”
My face went white and I got nervous. Surely he couldn’t leave me in this predicament without any distractions or stimulations, I would explode if I didn’t get any release soon. I started wiggling, testing the limits of my restrains, but there wasn’t really any option to break free, and I couldn’t even see what I was working with.

“Your pleasure doesn’t matter to me bitch, you are mine and I will use you after Im done with more important things that need doing”

And with that, he gently kicked my pussy with his foot, making me gasp, and then I heard him exit the door.
I don’t know how long I was sat there, it felt like an eternity, and I was so aroused that I was dripping down my own leg by now. I had been good, I didn’t pull on the restrains too much and the panties in my mouth prevented me from making any noises except for the occasional little whimper, which went unnoticed. I was so turned on that I was almost crying however. I needed it, more than I ever did. All I could think about was the various ways this man could take me and make me feel good.
As far as I knew, he hadn’t re-entered the room, but I did hear muffled steps and voices a couple times from outside the door.

Eventually, the steps stopped right in front of it, and the door opened, but no one came inside. I froze and listened, shuddering from the slight breeze that came from the door, hitting my naked body, making my nipples even harder than they had already been.

“ Look at this bitch, I swear I have never seen one who is this exited to be used. She made a mess everywhere, good thing she will be cleaning that up herself. Have a go if you like!” I heard him say from where I assumed the door was.
Who was he talking to? I knew he had a roommate but wasn’t he supposed to be out of town? I had thought about being fucked by the two of them but never really thought that would actually happen. I started struggling again, horrified that a stranger was seeing me this exposed, when I felt a hand under my chin. I hadn't even heared him enter the room again. He tilted my head up and gently lifted the blindfold. I squirmed, getting used to the light again and looking for approval in his eyes, but I could only find amusement.

My eyes darted to the door but there was no one else there and the door was closed. Did he just pretend to speak to someone to scare me? I looked him up and down, he was still in his trousers but he had taken off the shirt and I was taking in his chest with my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to leave scratches and bite marks all over it.

“I’m going to take the gag out of your mouth and give you something to drink, you better not speak or you will regret it, he said and started to pull the panties out carefully. Once he had them removed completely, he took his water bottle and started drinking. I stared at him, my mouth being so dry, yearning for a sip of the water, when he bend down and went in for a kiss.

Of course this was how I was getting water. I kissed him like my life depended on it, taking it in from his mouth. I needed it but I needed to be fucked more. I started grinding on his foot, that just happened to be in reach, and immediately my eyes started rolling back in my head from how good any stimulation felt. He laughed, breaking the kiss. “Fucking pathetic bitch, I leave you alone for once and you make a mess all over my floor and cant get your dirty thoughts in check. What am I supposed to do with you, huh?”
He took his foot away.

“Please", I whimpered, "please, anything.” I said in a defeated tone. I had realised half an hour into this torture that I wasn’t getting out of this without his help, so I needed to make him happy.

“Anything, huh” he said with an amused smile, “and tell me slut, what is anything?"
I squirmed against the restraints. Verbalising my desires had always been difficult for me, he knew that. He was torturing me on purpose.
“please", I moaned, "I’ll let you do whatever, I need it bad, please."

I didn’t know what he wanted to hear
“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass” I whined.
“Ohhh, Miss is letting me fuck her ass? You think you are too good for that usually? You think that’s a bonus? I can fuck you in the ass anytime I want, I can have you beg to fuck your ass in a second if I feel like it” he remarked, the humiliation sending lighting bolts of pleasure from my brain directly between my legs.

He lowered himself to my level again and started touching me where I so desperately needed it, but too light to relieve anything, making more pleasure build up inside of me.
“Would you let me share you with my roommate? Letting us decide who wants to fuck which hole?
Would you kneel before me, begging me to use you more after we have already had our turns with you?
Would you clean us afterwards, while being a filthy little cumwhore yourself? Would you do that just for a little bit of release?”

He increased the intensity of his touch with each question and I started moaning and grinding towards him, eagerly nodding to questions I was nit even listening to, distracted by my own desires.

And then he took it away again.
“That is good to know that you would to that. I am exited to see what other things you will agree on before I untie you”
And with that, he slapped me hard and pulled out his desk chair that was standing next to me, and sat down.

“Its quiet time again, you talk, I hurt you”
He proclaimed and petted my hair, while staring to do things on his computer.

I was close to crying. I wanted to do whatever as long as I got his attention again, but being his furniture also turned me on to no end.
Over the next hour, the attention that I got was an occasional head pat, a finger in my mouth and one time, he just rolled back in his chair, lifted my face, and spit in it while laughing and wiping his spit all over my face. Other than that, he didn’t really acknowledge me much. I rested my head on his armrest, which was a relieve but also torturous, because all I could see was his cock in his pants, just out of reach. It started to feel like it was the centre of my world, the thing that could relieve me of all of this torture. I wanted nothing more than a hard pounding. Impact. A lonely tear rolled down my face, a tear of frustration and want. Need.
Finally, after a long time of him being on his computer, he rolled back again. This time, I was able to see a flash of the screen. A beautiful woman was being spit roasted by two very large, very attractive men. He was watching porn and I was just sitting there. The realisation made me feel turned on and humiliated at the same time. I whimpered. It was impossible for me to get turned on any more, I just had to take it.

He pulled down his boxers and looked at me. I couldn’t reach him, no matter how hard I choked myself by pulling on the rope around my neck attaching me to the table. He chuckled and let me choke myself for a while. Obviously my struggle for his cock was entertaining him. He bent forwards and finally I was able to take him in my mouth. Greedily, sloppy, I started sucking him, while he bent over further, trapping me in his lap. A moment later I realised he had untied the rope from the table, making it similar to a leash. He was now able to lean back in his chair, while holding on to me and pulling me where his heart desired. And he did. He let my suck his dick like it was my last meal on earth, and when I thought I couldn’t take him deeper, he pulled me further, one hand pulling on the rope around my neck and the other pushing on the back of my head. And then he held me there.

“See, you can be good. Such a good slut, worshipping my cock. Who knew that you could do this without any attitude. What a good girl you are, taking my cock over air, just like you’re supposed to.”

A tear rolled down my cheek again and I gagged multiple times, but I didn’t pull back. I needed this more than him.
He let my head go again and once again, I took him as deep as I could by myself. I loved every second of this. The reward of hearing his quiet moans, the tension i saw in his thighs. I wanted to touch him so bad. I looked up, studied every expression on his face depending on what I did in that moment and loved making him feel good. After enjoying this for a while, even closing his eyes for a moment, he leaned forward again, making me really struggle as my oxygen was running out and I started to panic, trapped between his thighs and stomach. But he took his time, untying my arms from the desk.

When he was done, I had tears rolling down my face and spit dropping from my chin to my chest from being unable to swallow it. I didn’t even have a choice anymore, I had to pull back from his cock and sank to the ground. Exhausted and covered in spit and tears.
“Good girl, look at you. You are so damn beautiful” he said, and picked me up. Gently, he put me down on his bed, carefully removing the rope from my neck and tossing it next to rest that was still attached to his desk.

“You did so well” he whispered in my ear, while lying on top of me.
I was so overwhelmed and exhausted that I just shuddered as soon as I felt that he entered me. I long moan escaped my mouth.

“You needed this huh?” he said and started thrusting hard and steady, while quietly and lovingly whispering in my ear. ”One day, I will break you. I will bring you to this point, and then I wont have any mercy with you. Don’t you think I forgot the promises you made me. You will be shared, used and you will love it. I think you would even thank us for the way we treat you, beg for more until you cannot stand or think. I’ll get you there.”
And with that, he wrapped his hand around my neck, pulled me harder into him and kissed my forehead while I felt him pulsating inside of me as he came. And in that moment, nothing else mattered to me, it was me who did that, me who fulfilled that role. Everything I needed was right there. The feeling if him cuming inside of me, the torture, that was my happy place.

To be continued, thanks for reading :)