Crying Again: A fantasy
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Posted:Mar 15, 2012 5:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2014 3:56 am
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The cab pulled up to the hotel entrance. I was to meet him in the bar, for a drink or two. Then, if he liked me, we would proceed to his room. He said he would only meet under those circumstances, and if I met him, I would be obligated to go back to his room if he desired.
The bar was empty, except for me, a rather haggard looking cocktail waitress, and the bartender. I was to wait for him at the furthest back table.
The cocktailer called me 'Honey' and commented on my shoes. The heels were 4.5" high, and she commented on how I handled myself walking in them better than most people she had ever met. I thanked her and ordered a drink.
Before my drink arrived, an older, muscular gentleman walked into the bar. He spoke briefly with the cocktail waitress, who pointed my direction and they both laughed.
He walked my direction. When he got to my table, he asked me to stand up. I did, and stepped away from the booth. He asked me to turn around so he could see. He smiled, and said he thought I looked good, and that I would do. But that he wanted me to have a few cocktails first to loosen me up.
My drink arrived, and he ordered 3 more of what I was drinking, and 3 jaegermeister shots. He paid the waitress in advance with a hundred, and asked her to keep the change.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to drink the 3 drinks he bought, but he told me the shots were for me too, so i'd better suck my first one down so we're not here all night.
While I was drinking, he sat watching. He asked me if I had a problem being filmed. I told him that I did not. He said "good, because we're going to film our interaction tonight."
"I saw from your profile, you're interested in being caned, and your interested in being made to cry." he said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good, because you're going to be filmed being caned hard until you cry. While you're crying, I'm going to throat-fuck you, and make you gag. The video of everything that happens tonight will not only be posted on the site we met through, but it will also be released publicly. Are you OK with that?"
I paused for a second, and thought about it. I told him that I wasn't sure.
He said that I had better be sure, because I had committed already, and that I will go back to his room if he desires it, to do what he says.
This made me a little afraid. What if my boss, or a future employer saw it. The idea of that, though, turned me on harder than I had thought it would.
I responded that I would do it. That I was nervous about it, but that I wanted to do it.
"Good," he said, "you'd better finish those drinks up then."
I quickly finished my drinks, and looked over at him. He said "Let's go."
I got up, as did he. I followed him out of the bar, to the hotel parking lot. He said his room was in the back wing, and to follow him. I did. When we got about half way to his room, he told me that I had better take off my dress. I did what he said, I didn't realize that his girlfriend was already filming from the bushes. Once I was down to my lingerie, he pointed her out.
On the way back to the room, she followed us, filming me up and down, and making comments about how I was about to be the next internet porn sensation.
Once we got in the room, she stopped filming, so he could give me a description of what was going to happen next. He said, that when she started filming again, I was to introduce myself. I was to use my full first and last names, as well as the handle from the site we met on. I was to tell the camera that I wanted what was to come, that I wanted to be filmed, and that I want the video to be shared and posted online in as many places as possible. I was also told to state that anyone who saw the video was welcome to contact me via the site, or e-mail.
I protested a little, knowing that I would probably do it anyways. He told me that if I didn't want to, that was too bad, and that I had to do it, whether I wanted to or not.
I then, nervously recited exactly what he had asked me to to the camera. I was clearly shaking, but was also very turned on.
As soon as I had finished, he told me to get on all fours on the bed. facing away from the camera. I did as he said. He went into the bathroom, while his girlfriend filmed me, in my bra and panties, from all sides.
When he came out, he had a length of rattan cane. He waved it through the air a few times so it made a whooshing sound. He reminded me, on camera, that I had agreed to take as many cane hits as he felt necessary, with no warmups. He said that everytime the cane touches my ass, it will be a hard one. He said how he didn't think I could ever be ready for it, but that it didn't matter.
He then hit me with it. It was one of the most painful things I think I'd ever felt. I breathed heavily, trying to work through the pain, but before it even stopped stinging, he hit me again. It felt like it was harder, but it's hard to tell, since I was still feeling the first hit. The third hit came all too quickly, before I could even inhale. The timing of this hit gave it that much more impact, because I wasn't even thinking about bracing for it. My ass was on fire, and there was no way to stop it. The hits just kept coming and coming. My breathing got heavier and heavier.
While he continued caning my ass, he told me that I was just a dirty , and that my face, and my ass, were going to be plastered all over the internet for any 15 year old pimple face to jack off to. He told me that was all I was good for, anyway, as jack-off material for people who couldn't get laid.
He said I'd likely never be able to get a good job again, and that I likely would have to resort to whoring my ass out, since any employer would easily be able to find my video, and see me being a dirty on camera.
All this degrading talk, and the incessant building pain in my ass, and I was starting to get emotional. It was hard to breathe, which made tears come that much faster. By the time he stopped hitting me, my ass, i'm sure was black and blue, and likely bleeding, I was balling like a schoolgirl in the principal's office, and he was unzipping his pants.
Before I could regain his composure, he grabbed me by the hair, and forced his cock into my mouth. He was already hard, so it was easy to part my trembling lips. He then began fucking my mouth, going deeper and deeper, sometimes thrusting so hard that my lips were pinched between my teeth and his hipbone. He would hold it there, while his head tickled the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I used all of my willpower to keep from vomiting as I gagged. He then withdrew, allowing me a breath or two, but immediately forced himself back in.
He asked his girlfriend to tell me how I looked.
She told me I looked like a dirty , and that my makeup was running all over my face. That the whole world would see what a dirty I was. Not just a dirty , but a dirty who couldn't stop crying like a baby.
He continued like this for quite a while. I thought it seemed like forever, but the film showed it was about 3 or 4 minutes. He told me that he was about to come, and that I'd better sit up so that he could come on my whorish face.
I did as he said, and he ended up coming loads and loads, all over my face, including getting some in my eye, which made it water on top of the tears.
He told me not to wipe it off, but to look into the camera, and say my name again, so that the viewers would know how to get in touch with this slut in case they wanted to abuse her some more.
As I was doing this, he took the camera from his girlfriend, and she came up behind me with some zip-ties. She cuffed my hands with the zip ties.
She then told me that she was keeping my dress, that she thought it was cute, and that she wanted it, so I wouldn't be allowed to wear it home. She put my panties back on for me. At this point, I noticed the he was no longer there. He must have stepped out. She said he was arranging for my cab, so to hold tight. The come on my face was cooling off, and starting to become an annoyance, but I couldn't reach it with my wrists bound.
When he came back in, he said that my cab was here. He led me out to the cab, and showed my bruised ass to the cabbie. The cabbie had a giggle. He then explained that part of the cabbie's payment was that I would give him a blowjob and let him fuck my ass on the way home. Otherwise, I could walk home. I got into the cab. As I sat down, I jumped back up. I hadn't expected the bruising on my ass to hurt quite so much. it was near impossible for me to sit comfortably. The cabby drove off with me squirming in the back, with my wrists still bound.... crying again....
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