S&M mother

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, that's way too tight!" Marie Higgenbottom squirmed on the small single bed, her naked ass flattening against the mattress as she felt the quarter-inch rope digging into her wrists.

It felt rather good, deliciously good, as Brad Beddingfield finished looping the line through the small brass ring in the wall six inches above her head.

Gently biting her lower lip, the thirty-nine-year old woman rolled her eyes around and looked at the walls in his playroom. That's what Brad called it when she had first entered. She smiled feeling her body tingle and glow for the first time in such a long while! This was so daring, so unusual. And yet how altogether right it had seemed.

Her eyes dropped down and took in the hard packed cock rubbing up against the webbed cup of his jockstrap. A man. A hard cock. All this, and it was for her! It was like a dream come true.

Marie grimaced as he pulled the rope a bit more tightly.

"Please… my fingers are getting cold." Brad was quiet, his hairy chest rising and falling faster while a sheen of perspiration made his hard-muscled body gleam under the single overhead bare light.

Tentatively Marie tugged at the ropes, feeling the muscles stretch while her knuckles rested against the cold brass rings overhead. Her heart was beating so quickly she thought it would surely tear through her ribs! The knots were holding well as the big man scooted down to her ankles and grabbed her feet. She felt her cunt swelling, tingling with a nearly forgotten heat while tiny hot, electric flashes sparked up and down her ridged thighs. Her pussy was so warm and wet.

Marie sucked in a deep breath, holding it until her head felt light and buzzy as he slowly raised her legs, inching them slowly apart until the woman could feel the warm, sticky crack of her pussyhole peel back and reveal her dark-red pussymeat. She was hot, so hot, and she knew Brad could see that.

His eyes narrowed with excitement. "You like this, don't you, bitch? You want it so Goddamned bad you're creamin' your cunt."

"Oh, don't talk like that!"

But Marie loved everything he was doing to her. And now he rested her left ankle on his shoulder while he pushed her right leg back until her toes were brushing against her bound wrist.

Brad was ready for her. Brad had always been ready for any woman who played the games he did – or so he'd told her at their first meeting in the coffee shop last Saturday.

He picked up the rope from the wooden end table and slipped it around her ankles, twisting it around and around, finally threading it through the line binding her wrist to the brass ring. He tied the rope tightly, securing it with a double figure-eight before directing his attention to her other leg.

Marie liked that, loved the feeling of being trussed up that way, her ass rolled back while her cunt-crack spread out even farther. Juice trickled maddeningly through her blonde cuntal hairs, greasing down her pussylips while her asshole winked open and shut with fluttering movements. She could feel him roping her other leg to her left wrist, carefully binding it to the ring and making sure her thighs were spread widely apart. Marie felt the weight of her body resting on her shoulders as she lay there helpless, her nipples growing so very stiff and long. Her fingers were becoming a little numb and cold.

"Mmmffffff!"

Marie's eyes widened like saucers, her heart standing still as she felt something big pushed into her mouth. This wasn't in the plan. He had never said anything about gagging her! And yet he was pushing something awful into her mouth, shoving it in. She raised her head slightly, swallowing hard and making a face. It tasted like rubber. He had pushed a rubber ball into her mouth, and now he was securing it with a small leather strip he'd buckled to her skull.

Marie grunted, shaking her head from left to right while glaring up at him. This was supposed to be a fun bondage trip. It was wicked but nice. Again she grunted through the gag, feeling a little fear rising in her as the foul-tasting spit gurgled down her throat.

"Now I won't have to listen to any screaming – except what comes through the gag."

Marie stopped moving, falling back while looking at the big man towering over her. Suddenly it was no longer a game. Her pulse raced wildly.

Brad slipped off the bed, sliding his fingers under the tight elastic band of his jockstrap and pushing it down. She saw his prick – a long, thick donkey-sized cock with a huge purple cockhead. His balls were fat, filled with cum.

Marie felt her muscles relax a bit. She knew that she would scream when she felt that cock pushing into her pussy. It had been so long since someone had fucked her. At least five years had passed since her late husband Doug had passed away. And with the raising of her daughter Cindy, there was so little time to do something with a man. Even a casual date seemed awkward, out of the question, while her daughter was growing up.

Brad tuned, opening the wooden doors of a built-in cabinet at the other side of the small basement room. It was then she saw something that made her blood run cold. There were frightening-looking instruments hanging from pegs. Whips, riding crops, rings, bridles, things that belonged in a dungeon.

Brad paused, his hands on his hips, his fingers clenched into threatening fists as he eyed a riding crop and pulled it from a peg.

Marie shivered, her fingers working against her palms. The ropes were really staffing to hurt now, chafing her flesh while her muscles cramped from that rolled-up position he'd tied her in.

Brad closed one of the cabinet doors, turning and tapping the black leather thongs against his free hand. He was studying her, his eyes gazing at her exposed pussy, her raised legs, her hot little asshole. Brad enjoyed watching the fear rise in her, enjoyed watching the gradual realization dawning on the woman that she was going to be whipped within an inch of her life!

Marie bit down on the ball-gag, feeling the achey pressure in her jaws as he walked toward her, his prick swinging back and forth like a heavy tree limb in the wind. He moved to the fight, still tapping that awful-looking thing rhythmically against one palm.

Suddenly he cocked his arm, the thongs crackling in the air. The leather came down against her shoulder, biting into her flesh.

Marie gagged as the sharp pain seemed to wrench her guts inside out. Her eyes opened wide while hot tears began to well up behind them. The panic showed in her face now as she struggled against the ropes binding her to the bed.

Brad stood back. His cock seemed to vow smother inch.

"That's the best you've looked for a long lime, I'll bet," Brad said sarcastically, running the tip of the cold leather crop over her naked ass.

Marie shivered at the touch, her flesh puckering up around her asshole while her cunt muscles spasmed and cramped. He was teasing her, letting the black leather drape over her ass, the knotted tips of the leather straps barely brushing against her pussy.

Marie bit down on the ball-gag again, her face a mask of terrible concentration while her forehead creased. She writhed once more, feeling the sweaty sheet gathering up against her asscheeks. She tried to move her ass back, but it was so hard to move. And that awful stinging in her shoulders from the last blow seemed to go on forever!

The ropes were starting to cut into her flesh, the rough hemp feeling like tiny knives slicing into her skin. She looked pleadingly at the big man.

A trickle of awful-tasting spit oozed down her throat, gagging her. Coughing and gurgling, Marie twisted her head to one side to prevent herself from drowning in her own saliva.

Brad smiled. "That's it, that's it, baby, move around. I like it when I see 'em move around."

Brad was hilly excited, his nostrils flaring while his fingers tightened around the leather wrapped handle of the riding crop. He brought his arm back once more, the leather strips resembling writhing snakes hissing in the air as Marie tensed and waited for the stinging blow.

It came, taking the breath from her as the crop bit down hard against her thigh.

Marie screamed, while her asshole winked shut. Brad snapped the leather back down a third time, backhanding her this time and crossing the red swelling marks on her thigh with new ones.

Marie let out a shriek, trying to fight back the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her belly. How she wanted to spit at him, tear his eyes out for the pain he was causing her.

Grunting, Brad brought the crop down over her asscheeks.

Marie choked down a stifled scream. He had drawn blood. The bastard!

"Got an idea now, baby? Understand just what's goin' on? You're not going to get just a little of this," he said. "You fuckin housewives think you can play at this. You shop your brains dry, then go out and play games with guys like me. That ain't the rules here."

Marie lay there feeling as if she were on an execution block. She pound her teeth against the ball-gag, screwing her face into a mask of pain as he shoved the tip of the crop into her asshole. He twisted the awful thing around and around like a screwdriver, making her bowel lining kink as she let out a gasping breath around the ball.

Yanking it out, Brad slashed the end of the crop across her tits, reddening a narrow strip of skin on Marie's tit.

The woman writhed with the pain of the blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs.

Brad looked at her, licking his lips like a wolf about to tear into dead meat. Her twisting, tortured body trussed up in ropes like that, pulled back and bound to the wall, aroused the big man more. He came closer to Marie.

Brad grabbed at the woman's cunt, twisting the blonde silken hairs around and around until Marie screamed with pain.

"Bitch!"

A pulling, tearing sensation roared through the woman like a knife twisting into her belly. Marie felt Brad's free hand slapping across her face, reddening her cheeks even more.

"Cunt! I'll shit on you and you'll eat it! I'll piss on you and you'll drink it, just like all you Goddamned sluts want to do!"

The crop lashed across her face again, the leather stinging her lips, then the top of her tits. Marie struggled, writhing against the ropes.

The ropes sliced skin from her bound wrists and ankles. Marie felt her fingers going numb. She screamed through the gag. How she wanted to strangle him, to tear at him the way he was ripping at her! But the harder she tried to fight him, the more pain she brought to herself.

When she rolled back, the strokes of the crop lashed over her taut nipples. When her legs knotted with throbbing agony, Brad only laughed harder, his fingers finding a deeper, firmer grip on her cunt.

Marie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, sensitive skin of her cuntlips. The tingling folds of her inner pussylips burned and throbbed.

Brad lashed and beat at her, grabbing hold of more of her cunt. His prick was bobbing up and down with the violent moves he made.

Grinding her teeth against the rubber ball, she felt nausea rise up in her tight throat. The pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles aroused her in a perverse way.

Brad whipped at her tits and ass with the crop, making her move her hips. Then bending over, he pushed his lips against her tits.

Marie groaned, feeling her cunt-juice running like a river of molten lava. Her shoulders twisted against the bed, and she wished she could free her hands just for a second to strike back at her tormentor.

Brad pulled back, his blue eyes half closing while a line of spit trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, Brad slashed the crop across both nipples.

Marie squealed, her tits jiggling, each vibration sending more pain and heat into her brain. Her nipple felt as if it were torn from her tit. The muscles of her belly shivered.

When he slashed an X across her flaming ass, Marie grunted, her ass bouncing on the mattress.

The big man concentrated on lashing her ass now, the leather thongs slashing and cracking over her taut flesh until Marie thought there could be no skin left. With a slashing overhead stroke, he whipped the crop down on her asshole. It felt as if he'd ripped a handful of her bowels out.

Marie screamed, her shouts becoming louder in spite of the gagging ball.

Brad laughed loudly behind her, stopping the beating long enough to jab the end of the crop into her asshole.

Marie screamed again, feeling the whip handle snake into her asshole, spreading it more and more until she thought he was going to push it out of her throat. Brad was puffing hard, fucking her shitter with the handle of the crop, twisting and yanking it back and forth, until her shitter relaxed against the probing crop.

"Now, bitch, now. You'll get what you fuckin' wanted all along!"

He held the strips of the crop taut in both hands, bringing them down against her throat, choking off the air for a moment while he climbed onto her body and pushed her spread thighs even farther apart.

She could feel his prick, that hot cockhead burning against her whipped cuntlips while his belly flattened against hers. He was squirming atop her, pressing those thongs against her throat so hard that she was sure the ball-gag would pop from her mouth. He was jabbing his prickhead against her cunt, choking the air from her with that makeshift noose.

Marie tried screaming, writhing like a wild woman against the bed as she felt the world grow dark around her. Her lungs burned from lack of oxygen while bright white flashes exploded in front of her eyes. Just when she thought she would pass out, Brad threw away the crop, bracing the flats of his hands against her shoulders while angling his hips down. Prodding, probing, he finally pushed his meaty prickhead into her hot mushy pussy.

Now all the pressure, all the agony and delight, was focused in a hot pulsing spasm as she felt Brad's prick shave into her hot cunthole. The feeling was almost as intense and mind-shattering as the sensations she'd experienced during the whipping.

Throwing back her head, she felt Brad unbuckle the strap around her head, reaching in and pulling out the ball-gag. She screamed and cursed as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper until his balls pillowed against her upturned ass.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Marie felt herself turning into a mindless creature, a fucking machine whipped and beaten into something far beyond rational. She bit at his lips, digging her fingernails into his back while Brad worked his powerful hips back and forth, fucking her cunt with his fat cock.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Her belly swelled against his as she squirmed, feeling him fucking deeper.

Grunting, Brad shoved his tongue down her throat, then pulled back. He bit down on her nipple.

Marie screamed, feeling his teeth tearing at her tit-tips.

"Cummmmmm!"

Marie felt hot flashes exploding like lightning bolts from her cunt, making her clit shrink back from the rubbing friction of his prick.

He was sweating hard now while his fingers bruised her upper arms and his prick frictioned her cunt into climax.

She let out a baleful yell. She was cumming, cumming hard! In one mindless shriek, Marie shouted her delight, feeling his hosing jizz spattering her pussy.

"Yaghghghghghghhhhhg!"

Marie had no idea how long it had lasted.

Ever after Brad pulled out, slowly untying the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the wall, she could only think of fucking and of how he'd made her feel so good.