Author's Note: First submission ever, hope you enjoy it.


She sat down across the table from me nursing her red wine. Her bright red hair cascaded over her head and past her shoulders. She wore too much make-up for my taste but it was expertly applied with lots of mascara and eye-liner. Her lips were pillowed out and painted the same color as her hair.

"You don't mind if I join you do you?" It was more a statement than a question. She was a Latina with a strong, sexy accent.

"Not at all," I stammered. I had noticed her at the hotel bar I had planned on watching the game at. Having just relocated to a new job and new town two week earlier, I wanted to get out and meet some new people after a tough day at the office. I didn't think I had a chance with her. But here she was telling me about her job (cosmetologist –which explained her look and style) and asking me about my new one. We flirted over a few drinks , me noticing how she moved her luscious body while she spoke. Her brown pin-striped business suit left nothing to the imagination. It fit like a glove hugging her every curve. A pearl necklace plunged to her ample cleavage framed by a white button-up blouse.

"Do you want to get out of her?" She casually asked, smiling and winking at me.

"Your place or mine?" I asked smiling back at her.

"I want to see your place." She said as she stood up smiling down at me.

"Let's go." I replied standing up, glancing at the bartender, he gave me a thumbs up. I put my arm around her waist and led her to my car.

I had to help her into my Jeep as she was wearing a tight short skirt that rose mid-thigh as she lifted her leg. On her feet were a pair of red heels that were at least four inches that had straps around her ankles.

"My you are a manly man, driving a car like this!" She said as I started the engine and pulled out of the hotel lot. We barely spoke as I drove, but the drive wasn't far and it was late so there was little traffic to deal with. Her perfume, her sexy look and the way she spoke was driving me crazy with anticipation.

As soon as we walked into my apartment, she took off her jacket flung it onto the sofa, turned to me, placed her arms around my neck and gave me a full-on French kiss. She tasted great and she allowed just enough tongue.

"Let's go into the bedroom" I said as I led her through my apartment.

"By the way, Peter, my name is Angela," she said right before she kissed me again. We were having such a great time at the bar that I forgot to ask her name. I had given her my card so she had a headstart on the formalities.

Removing each others clothes as we were making out, I lowered her onto the bed as I began to move my hand down into her panties. I felt a large lump where I expected to feel a wet pussy.

"Surprise!" She exclaimed with a big smile on her face.

"You've got a fuckin' dick!" I shot back at her standing up and moving away from where she was still lying on my bed.

"Come on now. A few seconds ago, you wanted to fuck me. Well, you still can-I've got two holes you can fill and I promise you, you won't have to touch my cock. I can satisfy myself" Angela said attempting to reason with me.

I couldn't believe what she said. Two holes! I had many blowjobs and anal sex with women but never with a man. "I can't fuck a guy, I'm not gay!" I stammered.

"Fucking me won't make you gay. Think of me as the woman you saw at the bar. Every other guy in there wanted to fuck me, I chose you because you were handsome and seemed understanding" Angela replied with her thick accent.

I had to admit, she still looked fantastic. Just like a gorgeous woman except for her four inch cock. Angela could tell I was mulling it over as she said "If you don't believe me, you can tie my hands and use my two holes anyway you want." And smiled with a wink.

Tying up women was always a fetish of mine so I continued to mull it over. Many ex-girlfriends had submitted to my ropes before, how was this any different? And I didn't have to touch her manhood.

"OK," I said. "Give me a minute to get something to tie your hands with," as I walked from the bedroom into the storage room. I grabbed my "bondage" bag, pulled a few items from it, and dropped it next to my bedroom door.

"I like it rough," Angela purred as she extended her hands toward me. I grabbed her right wrist, pulling it behind her back and pushed her face-down onto the bed. Before she could react, I had sat down on her lower back and crossed her left wrist over her right and quickly tied them together.

"What the FUKGGRDG!!" She yelped as I pushed the bright red ballgag into her mouth, moving her long, lush hair out of the way, I securely buckled it behind her neck. She tried screaming through the gag as a few strands of her hair were pulled from their roots. Next, I adjusted a two inch collar around her neck and secured it into place. She was bucking and kicking her legs under me. I pulled my belt from my pants that were on the bed and quickly and securely looped it around her thighs just above her knees. Even though she was tied, I carefully moved off her and stepped onto the floor as I held her head down onto the bed with my left hand. Latching the leash onto her collar I let her up.

Angela stood up twisting and struggling, attempting to get free. Her speech was muffled by her gag. I smiled as I said "You told me you liked it rough. And this is just the beginning." Grabbing another length of rope, I pushed her to her knees and against the bedroom wall. I tied her elbows as close together as her arms allowed-about six inches apart. The rope was looped over her right shoulder, behind her neck, over her left shoulder and then tied to her elbows, which were now pulled up into a chicken-wing. Angela moaned and tried her bonds as I stepped away.

"Ok, now we go for a walk," I said as I helped her up. She stood up defiantly, not moving as I pulled on her leash. I had to admit, she looked fantastic. Her red hair and make-up was mussed up a little, the large globes of flesh on her chest were heaving and pushed out from her arm position. She had a small waist which flared out to her shapely hips which then tapered nicely down past her knees to her ankles. She was wearing only thigh-high stockings and the sexy high heels she had on when we met at the bar. She had to be about 5'8" and her heels made her almost the same height as me.

"Come on, now bitch," I stated as I pulled harder. Angela clumsily stepped forward with a very short step, then another and eventually out of my bedroom into my hallway. The combination of the belt around her thighs and the high heels made the going very slow. But we had all night so I didn't pull on the leash too hard. The hall leading into my living room was about 15 feet long and Angela did fall once. I stood above her telling her to get up as she lay there breathing hard. Eventually, she attempted to stand but was unable to on her own. It was entertaining and I allowed her to continue to try for a minute or two. I ended up pulling hard on the leash, grabbing the hair on the back of her head and pulled her to her feet. Her muffled yell was barely out of her mouth as I continued leading her to the next room. We finally made it to the living room where I opened up the large bay window which overlooked one of the many paths surrounding my apartment complex. I led her to the window and stood her in front of it. Tying her legs to the radiator and attaching the leash to the curtain rod forcing her to stand up almost naked, bound up, gagged showing off her large breasts and four inch cock to anyone who happened to walk past. Angela was shaking her head and motioning to me that she didn't want me to leave her like that. Grunting into her gag, her eyes wide. I walked back to the bedroom to collect one more item from my "bondage" bag knowing that at this time of night, the chances of someone walking that path and seeing her was remote. But she didn't know that and her humiliation was being played out for all the world to see.

Walking back into the living room, I stopped to admire my prize. Angela tried twisting around to see what I was doing and also to hide her face from any curious onlookers. I stepped behind her reached around her cupping her heavy breasts in my hands and quietly whispered into her ear "How is my slut doing?".

She bucked against me attempting to push me away. I pinched her nipples which elicited a yelp from her then spanked her ass, hard a few times. I couldn't imagine what was going through her mind, here she was on display having nasty things done to her. It had to be extremely humiliating which was my intent.

I closed the window and blinds, untied her legs from the radiator, unfastened the leash from the rod and led her to the middle of the living room. I forced her to her knees and pulled out what I had retrieved from my "bondage" bag a few minutes earlier.

"Do you know what these are?" I asked as I showed Angela the nipple clamps. She shook her head to indicate no. The helpless look on her face was priceless as I placed the clamp onto her right nipple. Her eyes grew wide and she tried screaming through her gag as she doubled over in pain. I pulled her head back and quickly attached the other clamp to her left nipple. Angela had the same reaction. I pulled the chain connecting the clamps to increase the pain she felt.

"Wait 'til you feel how painful it is when they are removed," I sneered at her. Standing her back up I undid the leash from her collar, walking toward the bedroom I casually looked at her over my shoulder and said "I expect you to join me within five minutes or we're going for a walk outside."

I lay down on my bed when I reached my destination. From my position I could look down the hallway and see Angela standing in the living room. After a few seconds slowly she began to make her way down the hallway. The belt was still holding her legs together and her heels were slowing her pace. I could hear her breathing heavily, sucking in the drool that escaped her mouth because of the gag she was wearing. She walked into my bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. She had broken into a sweat and her body was glistening.

"Go take a look at yourself," I said as I nodded my head toward the master bathroom. The bathroom adjoined the bedroom, it had a large mirror above a sink with a tile counter. Angela turned and slowly made her way toward the bathroom mirror. When she got close she stopped and just looked at her reflection. As I mentioned earlier, anal sex was not new to me so I quickly lubed up my raging hard-on and walked up behind her. I placed my hard cock between her butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down. Angela knew what I had in mind and tried to pull away but she was too securely tied. I bent her over the sink and while she looked at the reflection in the mirror I slowly entered her hole. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes as I slowly went in and out or her while gaining leverage by holding onto her hips. I then sped up my pace, pulling on the rope between her elbows. After a few minutes, I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, spanking her ass with my other hand.

"Watch while I come inside you," I commanded into her ear as I sped up the pace even more. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror as I exploded into her anus. Angela groaned and twitched right after I let go of her hair and pulled out of her. She lay, face down on the sink counter while I caught my breath above her. I had an inclination as to what she had done so I pulled her back up to a standing position. She and I both looked down where she had shot her load onto the counter.

"I don't remember giving you permission to come," I stated as I unbuckled her gag. "Clean it up" I said as I pushed her face down into the mess. Angela resisted at first but realized she was in a no-win situation and began lapping up her own cum. I re-applied her gag after she finished cleaning up her mess and pushed her back down onto the counter. "Come back into the bedroom when you're ready,"

I said as I walked away and sat on my bed waiting for her.

After a minute, Angela slowly turned around and began the trek back into the bedroom. She was getting more accustomed to walking in her predicament and I was a little impressed seeing her learning so quickly. She stopped in front of me, breathing heavily, her chest-still pushed forward because of her arm-tie, her hair and make-up was understandably messier than when she was in my living room earlier. But she still looked luscious, so feminine even with her now spent cock hanging between her legs.

There is a water pipe in the corner of my bedroom that is about three inches in diameter. I re-attached the leash to Angela's collar and led her over to the pipe.

"Kneel," said and she immediately dropped to the floor. I asked her to back up against the pipe with her feet on each side of it. As soon as she was in position, I crossed her ankles, left over right and tied them together with a length of rope. I then pushed her head against the pipe and wound the leash, loosely but securely around her neck and pipe a few times and secured the clasp to her collar. Grabbing a bandana I folded it over a few times and blindfolded her.

"I'll be back for more later," I said as I slapped my hand hard across her face. Angela cried out but quieted down after a few seconds. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a beer and turned on the tv, sat on my sofa and sat back for a quick rest, pondering my next few moves.

About 15 minutes later after finishing my beer, I made my way back into my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed just watching Angela quietly. Bound up tightly, she was a vision. Even with her cock-now filling back up with life, she was as hot or hotter than most girls I'd dated. I walked toward her, pulled down my boxers and slapped her face with my hard cock. I removed her blindfold, she blinked, looked at my cock then up at me.

"Let's see how good you are at sucking cock," I said as I removed her gag. She had given up trying to control her drooling, it had run out of her mouth, over her fat lips and down her chin onto her heaving chest. Angela opened her mouth willingly as I shoved my cock into her mouth. Her tongue immediately went to work on my member, expertly tickling the spot just under the head. It felt great but I wanted her to know who was in charge so I grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and shoved my cock into her as far as I could. I'm good-sized, at least eight inches and fat but Angela took me all the way in without any gag reflex. Her mouth was open as far as it would go but her tongue was still working while her suction action continued to stimulate me. I was close to cumming so I grabbed handfuls of hair with both hands and roughly began fucking her face. As I looked down at her, Angela kept glancing up at me through her long lashes, expecting me to come at any time. I finally came shooting my load down her waiting throat.

"I don't want any come on my dick when I remove it from your mouth," I said to Angela, as I looked directly into her eyes. She looked back at me and she clamped her lips down onto my cock as I slowly pulled it from her mouth. Amazingly, she had sucked most of the come and saliva from my skin. For good measure she licked my tip as after I pulled out of her completely.

"Not bad,' I said as I sat back onto the bed.

"Thank you, master," Angela replied back flirtatiously with her sexy accent. Winking at me and smiling.

"I think you're getting a little too comfortable," I shot back as I re-applied the gag, untied her ankles and released her neck from the pipe. I stood her up and roughly led her into the bathroom, half-carrying, half pushing her. I lifted her over the lip of the tub and laid her on her belly. She cried out as all of her weight was on her nipple clamps. I quickly pulled her ankles up and tied them together, then attached the other end of the rope to the rope binding her elbows together, hog-tying her. I then rolled her onto her back, exposing her large breasts, stiff cock and angelic face. She tried moving but with her elbows tied and the tight space of the tub, she was unable to get any leverage and managed to only shift up toward the faucet. I attached the leash to the faucet, winding it around and tying it off. She could barely move and was panting through her gag. The urge had hit me a few minutes before and even though I'd never done this before, I pulled my cock from my boxers and held it above her. Angela's eyes went wide and began shaking her head as if to indicate no. My hot urine landed on her belly, just above her navel. I led the stream down to her stiff cock, fully wetting it. Then moving slowly up her body, back past her navel, up over her heaving breasts, up her neck and onto her face and into her hair. Angela tried turning away but was able to only provide me with a direct shot into her ear. I finished up back onto her belly. I pulled my boxers back up and walked away back into the living room where I puttered around. I was pretty fired up from all the action tonight and wasn't sure how I wanted to end the evening. It was getting late and I'd taken enough from her.

I grabbed her panties from where she had removed them in the bedroom, placed them into a pot in the kitchen sink and pissed again, and left them soaking in my urine.

Looking down at the helpless form tied up, smelly and messy in my bathtub I couldn't help noticing Angela's cock was rock hard, turned straight out. It was such a contrast to her feminine form. She yelped as I removed each of the nipple clamps, tears flowed from her eyes. I unwound the leash from the faucet and began untying her. Angela had lost most of her fight long ago and after having been completely humiliated by being pissed on, she had resigned her submission to me for this evening. I gathered up her clothes, threw them in the tub and commanded her to get dressed. She was still gagged but began dressing. Her arms had gone numb and she was shaking and rubbing them to gain blood flow.

"Don't you dare pull up those stockings," I told her as she bent down to pull them up. Through the evening's ordeal, they had slipped down past her knees. Angela obeyed and finished dressing by buttoning the last button on her business suit.

"Turn around," I ordered as she spun around, still in the tub. I pulled her wrists together and tightly tied them together behind her back. I didn't want her escaping until I finished what I had started. I removed her collar and gag and turned her around facing me. She worked her jaw and moaned, looking down at her skirt which was beginning to soak up my urine which had remained on her body while she dressed.

"Follow me, and I don't want any piss on my floors. Understand?" She nodded her head and followed me into the kitchen silently. Grabbing her neck in a chokehold, I held her down, face-up on the kitchen counter and jammed her urine-soaked panties into her mouth. She cried out just as I pushed the bandana I had used earlier to blindfold her between her teeth and tied it off behind her head. Cleave-gagging her.

"I don't want any piss on my floor, so you better swallow it," I sternly said to her as she nodded and swallowed. Picking up my car keys, I grabbed a handful of hair and led her out of my apartment and sat her in the passenger seat of my Jeep. I pulled the seatbelt around her and secured it into it's holder. Getting in, I glanced at her. Compared to the way she looked when I had seen her at the hotel bar a few hours earlier, Angela was an absolute mess. Her hair was wet with her own sweat and my piss, her make-up was running down her face. Her eyes looked like a raccoon with all the eye-liner and mascara smudging. Her clothes were still tight against her body but they were rumpled and dirty.

I drove off into the night, heading into the middle of the city. I lived on the outskirts so it was about a 15 minute drive. I found an alley, drove in, parked and shut off the engine. Angela hadn't made a sound the entire time and just looked at me when I began untying the knot behind her head.

"Well, let's see if you can duplicate your performance from earlier," I said as I pulled out my stiff cock. Angela spit her panties out onto her lap, leaned over the stick shift and began eagerly sucking me off. She was just as good as before and I knew I wouldn't last long which was good because I didn't want to get caught getting a blowjob from a woman tied up in my car. When I'd had enough, I pulled her off, dropped the passenger seat into the lay-back position , jumped over onto her chest and began jacking off. Angela looked right up into my eyes looking a little bewildered, obviously not knowing what I was doing. My shot landed on her cheek, up past her opened eye and into her hair. The next few shots dropped heavily onto her nose, cheek and lips. Angela moaned and licked her lips.

Moving quickly, I unfastened the seat belt, opened the passenger side door, pushed her out of the car and drove off. Looking into my rear-view mirror, I saw her stumble, regain her balance and tried running after me with her high heels still fastened to her feet. Her hands were still tied behind her so she was not making up any ground. I couldn't imagine how she could escape the rope attaching her wrists without help. As I sped away, I thought I saw someone step out from behind a dumpster moving toward her. I didn't stop or slow down. Drove directly home, got into bed and fell fast asleep.

I thought of Angela the next few days while I went on with my business. The week-end was filled with the normal activities, laundry, grocery shopping, working out, etc... I was settling nicely into my job and Monday and Tuesday flew by with a long list of to-do items. Coming back from having lunch with my boss Wednesday afternoon, I sat down at my desk to catch up on my e-mails. Scanning through the list I noticed one with an out-of office address. I opened it and gasped. It was from Angela! I had forgotten I had given her my business card and here she was e-mailing me at work! Reading through her message, I smiled with my cock growing in my pants. I quickly wrote back her instructions for Friday evening.

Friday couldn't come quickly enough but my mind was filled with what-if possibilities of her potentially charging me with kidnapping, assault, etc....I left work early Friday, worked out at the gym, got home, ate a quick supper, turned off all the lights of my apartment and positioned myself so I could look out over the parking lot of my apartment. I wanted to see her arrive alone and if not, I gave myself the opportunity to back out if the police arrived with her. About 30 minutes later, right on time, a car pulled into the lot and parked a few spaces away from my front door. My cell phone buzzed with a text message, just as I instructed IT'S ME. NO LIGHTS ON, R U HOME? I replied back that I was and told her to follow the rest of my instructions.

A few minutes later the car door opened, a figure carefully stood up, closed the car door with it's leg and walked toward my door...alone. I quickly turned the porch light on, opened the door and let the figure in. Closing and locking the door, I turned the light back off and turned toward the figure.

It stood in the middle of the living room wearing a long raincoat with it's collar pulled up high on it's head. I undid the buckled coat, removed it and draped it over my recliner. Here was Angela, looking incredible. Her long auburn hair was pulled away from her angelic face into a ponytail which sat on top of her head. It was tied off with a piece of rawhide. Her eyes were even more heavily made up than our previous meeting. Extra long false eye-lashes and a thick coating of liner framed her almond shaped eyes. Her lips were painted with the same color red as our previous encounter. She wore a corset that was tightly wrapped and tied around her small waist, fishnet stockings were connected to the straps from her corset and framed her shapely legs. Her red heels were at least five inches high with ankle straps holding them onto her feet. She also wore a ballgag buckled behind her head, a four inch collar around her neck and a pair of handcuffs holding her wrists behind her back. A leash ran from her collar and wound around her stiff cock. An envelope was hung around her neck with nipple clamps, the chain running around the back of her neck. The envelope and leash were not part of my instructions for the evening. I stepped close behind her and cupped her large breasts with each of my hands. Angela leaned back against me and purred. I pinched her nipples and slapped her ass then secured each of the cuffs on her wrist one click tighter. She moaned. I then unbuckled her gag, pulled it one notch tighter and re-secured it.

"Well what's this?" I asked removing the envelope from the clamps. Under the enveloped, she had written on her upper chest in red lipstick SLUT. I removed the letter and read it:

Master,

I had such an amazing time with you last week. Owning my own business, I have to act so prim and proper at work and around in public, you treated me like a dirty little slut and I loved it. I come to you as instructed this evening-do with me whatever you wish.

Angela (slave?)

I smiled, looking deeply into Angela's eyes, she winked back at me. She gasped as I unwound the leash from her cock-the first time I had ever touched one other than my own. I planned on ignoring that piece or her body for the remainder of our time together. Leading her into my bedroom I couldn't help wondering: if she allows me to use her any way I choose, are two holes better than three?