She didn't know who he was and she didn't care. He was her victim for the evening and she was going to make sure that he knew it. She sighed. Where had she gone wrong with this one? She had made him want her using all the tricks that men usually fell for; and he had seemed interested. But when she had offered sex, he had turned her down. She couldn't see why. He was single and straight; she was hot like fire. Well, now this was his punishment for it.

Getting him to submit was the easy part. She had slipped him a little something she always carried with her just in case of such emergencies. Talking him to come upstairs with her after that was a cynche. Now her victim was out of it, she had handcuffed him fully clothed to the bedpost and now she could torture him in whichever ways she liked.

Lexi leaned over to light a cigarette. Where would she begin? She reached down and felt between his legs. She smiled in satisfaction. This was a big one. Good. He could satisfy her juuuuussst right. Moving her hand, she ran it across his stomach and upwards, caressing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. As she did so, an idea came to her. Her victim moved his head but didn't stir as Lexi straddled his manhood. With a smug smile, she touched the lit end of the cigarette against his stomach.

It had the desired effect. Immedietly her victim twitched and let out a soft gasp, but didn't wake. The drug was strong, she knew, and she was glad of it. She hated it when they woke up in mid-torture; it spoiled it so. Taking a drag on the cigarette, she blew smoke into her victim's face. Again he did not stir; and so she continued to place the cigarette higher and higher up his body, until she reached his nipples. With each gasp her victim let out, she became more and more turned on and so she put out her cigarette on each of his nipples until she felt ready for something more hardcore. Stubbing out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, she ripped open her victim's shirt and surveyed the marks she had made. Feeling satisfied with her work, she got to her feet and reached under the short black dress she was wearing. Down came her thong around her ankles, and she removed it quick as a whip. Her victim was now stirring and so Lexi dropped to her knees and reached for the roll of gaffa tape that she kept beside the bed. Her victim opened his eyes.

"Hello, slave."

Without waiting for a reply, she quickly cut a length of gaffa tape and placed it against his mouth, running her fingers along it until it was properly stuck in place. The victim immedietly began to struggle against his bonds but Lexi immedietly dug her nails into his left nipple.

"Don't struggle, slave," she cooed. "It'll only make things worse for you."

With both hands, she began to roughly massage and pinch his nipples until he moaned with pain. Then, she moved to straddle his stomach with her bare pussy. She felt inclined to pee, but resisted the temptation to do so just yet. Instead, she placed her hands underneath her dress, caressing her breasts beneath. He was enjoying this, she could tell and so she removed her bra with a quick flip of her fingers.

"You like this, don't you?" she cooed, placing the cups of the bra around his eyes and tying it at the back of his head, blindfolding him. Running her hands towards his member, she felt him getting harder.

She could hold back no longer and so she moved to straddle his chest. Raising herself onto her knees and tucking her dress around her waist, she suddenly let go and sprayed her victim with a golden shower. His moans of pleasure only encouraged her until she could go no more. Dropping back to her knees, she slowly peeled away the tape gag, only to replace it with her wet pussy.

"Lick me clean, slave," she ordered. "Harder!"

The victim did his best to comply but she repeatedly slapped his nipples and demanded hims to lick her harder until she came in his mouth.

"Good little slave." Replacing the gag, she moved back down to his manhood. Unzipping his trousers, she was pleased to find him already hard for her. Lexi reached for the nipple clamps that she had left by the bed. Then, she removed his make-shift blindfold to allow her victim to watch her. He stared as she reached to apply the clamps to his nipples and moaned as each one pinched his skin. Lexi secured the long chain to each clamp and then, taking it in one hand, she lowered herself onto his hard cock and began to move as fast as she dared. Soon both Lexi and her victim were moaning in pleasure; and as Lexi felt herself coming, she tugged at the nipple clamps firmly, causing her victim to cry out in pain. With a last final gasp, she felt the moment of pleasure pass over her and she sat, statuesque for several minutes, basking in the moment. Then, she released the nipple clamps and let out a long sigh.

If her victim thought that the tortue was over, then he was wrong. Lexi bent to remove the clamps and then pressed her mouth against right nipple, sucking it in and nibbling it gently. She felt her victim relax and, when he was completely unexpecting it, she bit down hard, causing him to yelp with pain.

"Well, I don't want you to feel any pleasure slave," Lexi cooed, slapping his chest hard. "Tis is just for me."

After she was donw with the biting, Lexi reached for the large strapon that she kept at the side of the bed, Her victim's eyes widened with horror and she laughed.

"This is what you get when you refuse me, slave!"

Moments later, Lexi left the room; with her helpless victim still tied to the bed. She was pretty sure that he had learned his lesson now.