After a rigorous week of working out of town, Friday night gave me much-needed relaxation. Since I had to leave for home early that day, I took a night out at my go-to Atlanta fine dining establishment before returning to the family. I must indulge in all of my joys while I am here because my rigid wife disapproves of me drinking around the kids. Most of my time is spent traveling, which is a blessing because it provides many opportunities for diversions.
The ideal place for me to obtain a mouthwatering prime rib and an endless supply of Jack and Coke, my preferred beverage, was Red Light Bistro. When I noticed her, she was at the bar, but I opted for the table, which offered a beautiful city view. She caught me staring at her since she wore a scarlet dress revealing her lace-wrapped, thigh-high stockings and heeled legs. My cock jerked when she stood up and started to walk toward me because of her enticing smile.
“Room for one more?” She asked. Her braless tits were perfect, and I could see the imprint of her nipples. This woman might be a prostitute for all I care; I’d still pay whatever she wanted to come back to my hotel room and get fucked.
“Yes, of course. I hate dining alone. Can I get you something to eat or drink?”
“Well, it’s just me,” she replied, “and I detest being alone.” She took a seat opposite me and ordered a cherry martini with a side salad. The server brought our dinner and beverages to the table within a few minutes.
“Are you from around here?” I queried. Under the table, her legs were crossed and pressed up against mine. My cock was rock-hard and pleading for freedom.
“Yes, you are a business traveler separated from your spouse and children. You’re free to wander the city however you like, and it needs to please you.” She had a menacing grin.
My mouth dropped. “How did you pick up on that?”
“You look like the other males do when you’re loose and ready to hunt.” She drew closer.
“That simple, huh? I mean, I’m not like the other guys.”
“That is also what they claim. Let’s proceed. Why don’t you settle the bill, have a couple more drinks at my house, and we’ll see where this goes?”
I vigorously nodded. She guided me over to her svelte, black Model S Tesla. She lived in an affluent downtown area, not far from the restaurant, and it seemed to have interior design help. A delicate essential oil permeated the air, but I couldn’t grasp it.
“Take it easy and kick back on the couch while I mix us each a drink.” I complied with her request, and a few minutes later, she sat beside me on the couch. She presented Jack and a minimal amount of Coke to me.
“What exactly do you do for a living? Your house is fantastic, and that automobile is smoking hot.” She leaned closer to me as I took another sip of my drink. She kissed me down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt as she did so. My question was unanswered, but it made little difference. After fucking her, I was planning to leave the following day. I thought about asking her for her phone number to contact her when I got back to town. Most likely, she would move on to the following traveler.
She had already removed my shirt and was fumbling under my pants when the room began to spin. At once, I recognized its significance. I willed my arms to push her away from me, but they did not comply. “Did you drug me, bitch?” My mouth made a series of slurred movements, and all that came out was the word “drugs.” I screamed it in my brain, but the reality was nothing more. The last thing I remember is her smile, which had transformed into a perplexing mask of rage. Everything turns dark.
Have you ever been roofied? They make it sound like a lot more fun than it is. I am willing to try practically anything, but waking up and having no idea where I am is not high on my list of priorities. She looked away from me, but taking in my current circumstances triggered alarms. I found myself bound with cuffs from head to toe and with a ball gag crammed into my mouth. I was completely naked.
“Oh good! You are awake from your little nap.” She spoke with a condescending tone. Her beautiful persona was gone, replaced with a maniacal look capable of anything. As the grogginess dissipated, I realized you had me on an examining bed with stirrups. Fuck! What kind of mess have I gotten myself into? Maybe this was just some kind of sick fetish game, and she was just pretending, but then I thought about our conversation and how she knew I was a business traveler. There was no way for me to talk my way out of this at the moment since she had me gagged.
“So, here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to be a good little boy and not cause your goddess any fucking trouble.” She grabbed me with her fingers wrapped around my jaw, digging her long fingernails into my skin. I am all the way awake now. “Do you understand me? Nod your head like my good bitch!”
I nodded my head. It ached from the lingering effects of too many drinks and the drugs, but I wasn’t stupid. It made sense for me to play her game. I didn’t have a choice.
“Excellent. Now look at what I have for you. Do you know what these are?” She held up a small black beaded cord that looked like a tiny plastic noose. Then she showed me a short, ringlike object.
I shook my head, answering that I did not know what those were and had no interest in finding out.
“Well, you are in for a treat, enslaved person! This is a 4-way adjustable cock and ball tie.” It was a beaded noose. “And this is an elastic ball stretcher!”
She moved closer toward me, focusing on my flaccid cock. I felt her begin to massage my cock with warm, soft hands. When it was starting to get good and hard, she placed the noose over my shaft and pulled it snugly. She then grabbed my balls, and that is when the uncomfortable pressure began. As she moved the other set of beads, creating another noose, and shoved my balls to fit, I felt the noose tighten. I started to protest, but I knew she wasn’t nearly done.
The pain wasn’t horrific, but then I felt the cylinder ring pull into my balls, and she worked them until it was nothing but pain. My cock was rock hard, and it pulled away from the balls, which caused even more tightening. I tried to think of anything and everything to make it not be so hard, but nothing worked.
She then used a leather whip to strike my cock and balls over and over. The pain was excruciating, and I let out a muffled scream each time the leather made contact. She laughed like an insane woman with every strike.
She began loosening the restraints on my left leg, moving it up to the stirrup, and then tightening it back. She did the same with my right leg. I was genuinely becoming alarmed that more horror was about to happen. I would have no idea how much. She climbed up on the examining table and sat close between my legs. Her legs spread out a little.
I strained my neck to see what was happening. She laughed and pulled up a long, silicone-shaped cock strapped just below her stomach. Fuck! I was about to get pegged! I had a freaky girlfriend in college who was into that shit and tried several times to get me to do it. This was going to be horrible.
She positioned it, and I felt it part my ass cheeks. She didn’t waste any time ramming it into my asshole. The pain was dialed up from a four to a seven. She moved in and partially out of my ass for what seemed like an eternity.
She pulled out, and I could feel the relief from the pressure. “We have more to go, bitch! “Are you ready for the next level?”
I shook my head ferociously and begged her to stop.
“Yes! Yes! I am excited as well. You are going to love this phase. I will now remove the ball gag, and I need you to listen to me very carefully. If you start screaming like a fucking banshee, you will wish you were dead after seeing the things I do. If you play nice and answer all my questions, you will only wish to be half-dead. Do we have a deal?”
I nodded my head with the hope that I might be able to use persuasion to get her to release me. She removed the gag and she placed her finger over my mouth. “Do not speak yet. We need to have a heart-to-heart. If you are honest with me, we can figure out what happens next.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Good, bitch! Now, your wife tells me you have been a very naughty boy.” How the fuck does she know my wife? There is no way. I am in a city where she has only been with me a few times, and she had no idea I was going to that particular restaurant. This witch was bluffing for sure, but I had to keep playing the game.
“Which office girl here in Atlanta are you fucking?” The woman looked at me with cold, dead eyes. She was so sure. How could she know about Allison? There was no fucking way.
“What?” I acted confused.
“Come on, bitch. I know it’s one of them. Which one?”
“I am not fucking anyone at the office. I swear!”
“Okay, fine.” She pulled out a small gray box resembling an amp meter from the 1970s. It had several dials and knobs. It had a lead wire that ended in a stainless steel ball. She positioned the ball at the base of my shaft and balls.
“What the fuck is that thing?”
“You shall see!” She turned one of the dials, and the pulse of electricity turned me sideways. I screamed until my voice was no longer able to make a sound. My brain overloaded, reset, and then overloaded again. She turned it down. “So, tell me which girl it is that you are fucking in the Atlanta office!”
“It’s Allison!” I started crying and screaming as she turned it back up.
“Excellent! Now, that wasn’t too hard, was it!” She shoved a pill in my mouth. “Now swallow this; your time here will be nothing more than a terrible dream. Stop fucking around on your wife and be a fucking father to your kids!”
I swallowed the pill. I remember the voltage pulsing up and down as my brain shut down and went to another place deep within the recesses of my sleeping state.
I woke up to a familiar scene inside my rental car parked in the restaurant’s garage. It was all the same except for the searing pain in my head. Then the reality of my cock rocked with pain, as did everything else down there. I unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear, seeing that my cock and balls were black and blue. I wasn’t sure what time it was. I looked at my phone. It was after two in the afternoon. I had missed my flight. How the fuck was I going to explain any of this shit to my wife? I am royally fucked!