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Author's Note:

People think that the world is getting closer and that modern
technology and social networking is bringing people together. It's not.
People feel more lonely and cut off now than they ever did before. You
can't replace a soft caress with a 'status update'.

Please forgive if you find a lack of literary flourishes....I didn't
want to try and convince you that I'm a great writer....but I did want
you to feel...maybe you will identify with some of what you read...the
world is not a happy place for many people...but we can make it that
way if we have a little hope.

You may find it odd that a male like me would write this from the
female perspective in such a personal way. Yes men and women are
different but we both suffer from the human condition. We all get
lonely and we all need contact and affection. We are more alike than we
realise.

(In real life I have played the role of the mystery man in this
story....it sounds a little vain..but I am him and he is me....writing
what he did and what he said was easy...it's what I would do and
sometimes what I have done)

This story was really written to be read and enjoyed particularly by
women and I hope I achieved that. Men will absolutely enjoy this one
too but it should resonate a little more with the fairer sex.

(Please feel free to e-mail or send feedback...I love to know what
people think of what I have written...even if It's negative...I'd
rather know than not know)

*****

Angela arrived home from work and poured herself a drink. Without
thinking she slumped down in that familiar chair in front of the TV.
Her mind was blank.

Today was like yesterday and the day before that. Even the network news
seemed to be playing the same old stories over and over again.

If her life was hell, then it was a comfortable, familiar hell that
would play out over and over, never ending and unchanging, until the
day she died.

Sometimes Angela thought she was suffering from depression. Maybe she
was. She never thought of herself as sad, but then again, she couldn't
remember the last time she was actually happy.

A person begins their life full of hope and ambition, and day by day
their choices shrink until they are only left with one.

Angela had made her choices and she had played the game. She had put up
a good fight all her life and had never settled for the easy road. She
trusted that by being brave and not giving up that she would get the
life she deserved.

It broke her heart when she realized that for all her struggles, she
had still found herself in this place. A place she didn't deserve.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was now on the wrong side of 40
and she lived alone. She had a fine home filled with stylish and
expensive things. But it all meant nothing.

She owned and displayed a fine collection of IKEA furniture in her
apartment. The solid oak shelves contained expensive trinkets and
objects but held no pictures of a loving husband or boyfriend. There
were no images of her beautiful, smiling children. She had never had
any.

There had been boyfriends and lovers. More than a few in fact. She
approached each relationship with hope and honesty and every time it
would end in tears. She had such high hopes for each and every one and
she was genuinely shocked and hurt with each failure. It's hard not to
take it personally when it keeps on happening over and over again.

Michael, her last boyfriend may have been the last straw for Angela.
She approached that relationship with patience and optimism. She was
determined to take all of her previous failures and learn from them.

She did everything perfectly, or so she thought.

Angela became the best version of herself she had ever been. She
couldn't be any better than that. If this failed then there was no hope
for her at all.

When he told her one day that it just wasn't working out for him,
something broke deep down inside her. It was the end of hope. The
acceptance of a different kind of life.

She let herself stop fighting. She would live the rest of her days in
this comfortable hell, alone.

One by one her feelings and emotions began to shut down and she began
not to hurt so much anymore. No pain, no happiness.

Sometimes she would panic when she realized she felt nothing. She knew
it wasn't normal.

She didn't crave company. She didn't desire sex with anyone. She became
a non-descript, dull version of herself.

Her clothes became drab. Her hips increased in size.

It was okay if nobody desired her any more, she didn't want to be
desired or even feel desire for somebody else, she had been down that
road too many times and it had always ended in pain.

She was alive and nothing more. Her heart just kept beating and one day
either tomorrow or maybe 50 years from now it would stop. It didn't
really matter which.

Occasionally Angela went through the motions of being alive, but that
was mostly for show. She was her usual happy self at work and as long
as she attended the odd social function, her workmates wouldn't ask any
intrusive personal questions. Her life was her own business.

Watching other people's lives and their personal dramas became
entertainment for her. She was immune to it all. She could laugh at the
folly of their relationship troubles because she was past all that and
she knew better.

Online dating sites were the best of all. Angela scanned the personals
of the 'lost and desperate' as she put it and found it all comical and
pathetic.

Once she started looking at things with a detached, clinical mind she
started to see what people were really like and Angela was not
impressed by any of it.

She had read it all and could identify every ploy and strategy that
took place in the pages of those online personals. Back when she gave a
damn, she was even one of those poor lost souls. Now she was just a
spectator.

She felt very smug and superior about it all, but like many others, her
arrogance had become her weakness.

One night Angela saw something new, something she could not explain and
it infuriated her. It was an adult personal from a man in his thirties
and it didn't conform to any of the tricks or stereotypes she had come
to know so well.

She didn't know what the purpose of this personal was, but it had to be
a new variation on an old trick. She wasn't sure yet.

The heading contained only four words.

"YOU ARE NOT ALONE"

Angela clicked on the heading and began to read the personal. With each
word she just got more agitated.

'What the hell is your game?' she thought to herself, after all, men
were stupid and ignorant. They weren't capable of anything deep and
meaningful when it came to sex so what was this guy trying to prove.
She read on.....

"You are not alone. I cannot offer you love or romance but I can give
you what you need. You are a woman in your thirties or even forties.
You think it is all over, but it has only just begun. You think you are
worthless but you have worth to me. You may think you are useless but
you have many uses to a man like myself.

I do not care what you look like, all I see is potential. I can give
you experience and re-awakening. I offer opportunity, it is up to you
to use it and take back your life"

What did that even mean?

Angela didn't need anything from this man but that didn't mean she
couldn't call his bluff.

For the first time ever she sent a reply to a personal.

She would play with this fool. This was probably just some 'pencil
necked' accountant trying to score a quick easy fuck and she would
bring him down to size.

"What kind of experience and what kind of opportunity can you offer
me?" Was her short reply.

His own reply was quick and business like

"Send recent pic...details will follow"

Angela didn't reply right away, in fact she thought about it for two
days before boredom and curiosity got the better of her. She sent a
photo that wasn't particularly flattering and she even used her real
name. It didn't make a difference one way or the other, there was no
way she was going to follow through with this creep anyway.

A longer reply came the next day.

"Thank-you Angela. Yes I can work with you. I can give you what you
need.

I know your type. You are tired and dead inside but I can wake you up.
I'm guessing you don't date a lot anymore and I'm sorry but you won't
be dating me either.

I can offer you a night that will change everything in your life. I'm
not going to lie to you, it will not be easy and you will be pushed to
your limits. Changing a person's life is no small thing, you have to go
through an ordeal in order to emerge a stronger happier person.

By telling you this you have most likely just decided not to attend.
That is the reaction of roughly 80% of everyone I have offered this
experience to. It's human nature to be afraid of what you don't know.

And let's get one thing clear right off the bat. Getting thoroughly
fucked is going to be part of your experience. (safely of course). I'm
not a saint and I'm not here to give you therapy, however, there will
be dramatic and positive results from all of this.

The choice is yours Angela. Lets be honest you don't really have
anything to lose anymore now do you....you can do this and change your
life for the better or you can go on living your life the same old
way....your choice."

Angela sat quite still for at least a minute after reading the reply.
She felt nothing but anger and contempt for this man. If he had been
standing in front of her she would have picked up the nearest blunt
object and hit him with it.

There were also many other things going through her head.

She was supposed to be the one in control. She had e-mailed a photo and
even used her own real name intending to expose and humiliate this man
but she didn't feel good or superior any more.

In truth, she just felt deeply hurt.

Many of his words had hit home and they had hit hard. He had taken one
look at her photo and had ripped Angela to shreds. He had taken her
apart in the cruellest way and suddenly without warning she began to
cry.

Was it really that obvious?

A complete stranger sees a photo of her and all he saw was an
un-datable cold bitch with nothing left to lose.

Angela was feeling pain once more and she didn't want it. This was why
she had turned her back on the world. Why the fuck did she even reply
to that prick's personal? Why did she open that door?

That night the familiar old demons that Angela knew so well came back
to her while she tried desperately to fall asleep.

They were ghosts from her past. They had never fully gone away and they
always re-appeared whenever she was stupid enough to let her defences
down.

She knew those voices all too well and they were saying the same things
all over again.

There was the voice that told her she was 'ugly' and there was the
other voice that told her she was nothing but a 'fat useless bitch'.

Somewhere amongst all the tears she fell asleep.

The voices stayed with her in her dreams and when she woke up the next
morning she felt empty, alone and on the verge of tears.

Things didn't go well for her at work that day. The pain and insecurity
that had once dominated her life had now returned and she couldn't
switch it off like she usually could.

Angela let the days pass by thinking that the feeling would go away
over time. But it didn't.

A few days later she found herself staring at a bottle of prescription
sleeping pills on her counter and wondering how it would feel if she
took them all now and just let herself fade away.

Even in her darkest days, things had not been this dark for Angela.

It seemed now that there would be no dull boring life for her
after-all. It seemed now that one way or another things were about to
end and the pain would be gone. She wasn't afraid anymore. She wanted
this. She wanted it to end.

Not long after that the panic set in when she realized that she was
really going to go through with this. All rational thought ended as the
tears came freely and she let hopelessness take her.

With venom and anger she opened her e-mail and composed a short message
to the man that had done this to her. She wanted him to know what he
had done. He had killed her with his callousness and he would have it
on his conscience for the rest of his life.

She put it all down. Every word contained malice and hatred for this
man that she had never met.

She drank recklessly from a bottle of Tequila as she typed each word.
It was a bottle she had been saving for a special occasion but that
didn't matter anymore. There would be no more special occasions now.

When she had finished the message she let the mouse pointer hover over
the on-screen 'send' button.

Emotion over-took her as the enormity of what she was about to do
struck her hard.

In a fit of panic and tears she deleted the whole email and replaced it
with three simple upper-case words.

"PLEASE HELP ME".

His reply came mercifully fast.

"Angela. I assume that you read my previous e-mail and I trust that you
have thought hard about its implications. If you want to change your
life you must follow my instructions to the letter and without
exception. If you understand this and you agree then you must say so
right now."

What did she have to lose now. What else was she going to say?

"I agree to everything" She replied briefly.

She knew this was unwise, but considering that moments earlier she
would have happily swallowed a bottle of pills, this seemed like
salvation to her.

She received her reply within ten minutes.

The e-mail contained directions to a loft apartment across town. She
was to arrive at 11pm the following night.

She would also find an envelope containing further instructions taped
to the front door.

The e-mail then went on to give more specific instructions.

"You will follow all instructions without question. Remember why you
are there and dress accordingly. You are not going to work or attending
a meeting and we aren't going to be chatting about art either.

I don't care about what kind of body type you have or how big you think
your ass is. This is your new life.

You will be dressed like a nice little whore for me. Be a good slut and
you will be rewarded with the fucking of your life.

Do we understand each other?"

"Yes I understand and I will be there" Angela replied.

People do strange things when going through a crisis. It's fair to say
that the old Angela wouldn't have given this man the time of day, and
now she was going to place herself at the mercy of a stranger.

God knows what he was going to do to her. The most surprising thing of
all was that Angela didn't care.

She surely deserved any suffering that came her way, even pain was now
preferable to the numb existence her life had been for the past two
years.

Strange things began to happen inside her. Her inner pain was replaced
by fear and the adrenalin that accompanied it.

She began to feel.

Even if all she felt was this sickening fear, the fact still remained
that she was feeling something. That gave her a glimmer of hope.

Angela was not a stupid woman, far from it, she was fiercely
intelligent. She wasn't going into this as a gullible fool would.

She read the man's words over and over until she worked out a motive
that would fit his actions. It gave her a feeling of control, even
though in reality she had none.

She doubted he was sincere about anything he had said.

This was clearly a man who had found an inventive way to get all the
sex he wanted.

Sure he was making it sound like he was doing her a favour, but this
was probably just another random guy who had figured out how to get a
good fuck from desperate older women.

She knew all that, and she didn't care.

The truth of it was that this was the only offer she had received from
anyone in over a year.

She thought that it didn't matter to her, but clearly it did.

She gave her best 'fuck off' vibes to anyone in the past who had tried
anything.

As far as Angela was concerned it was this little weasel's lucky day.
He had found a sure thing.

Lucky him. He had figured out a way to give 'pity fucks' to desperate
women with lowered expectations.

These were typical of the thoughts that dominated Angela's mind over
the next few hours.

Passive aggressive.

Self loathing.

Self deprecating.

She e-mailed her work and informed them that she had been sick the
entire night and wouldn't be into work the next morning. Just to hammer
the point home she changed her facebook status. It now read.

"Soooo sick, I'm gonna kill the person that gave me this cold"

Too easy.

She got a few sympathy messages and one asshole even clicked the 'like'
button.

'Fucking Typical' she thought to herself.

The next morning Angela woke up feeling positively mean. It was just as
well that she didn't go to work that day. She probably would've bitten
the head off of the first person that so much as looked at her
sideways.

"So that asshole wants a good little whore huh?" She said aloud to
herself.

"Well mister it's your lucky day" She added with a smile, feeling good
for the first time in days.

She perched on a stool in front of her closet and retrieved a large
cardboard box from the top shelf. She hadn't opened that box in over
two years.

She had since come to refer to it as her 'box of shame'.

Inside the box were all the sexy tight dresses and skimpy lingerie that
she had bought over the years in her vain attempts to spice things up
and re-ignite the non-existent libidos of her past boyfriends.

'What a complete waste of time all that was' she thought to herself.
And she was right.

She had spent hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars over the years on
these items that she had probably only ever worn once if at all.

They were futile attempts at pleasing a string of useless
un-appreciative men. Assholes that couldn't even get it up at the best
of times anyway.

Angela would open the box and make her choices later on in the evening,
but for now the entire day was hers and she wasted no time in switching
on the TV and catching up on all the trashy soap operas that she had
never seen because she was always at work.

As much as she tried, she just couldn't relax. The thought of what she
would be doing later that night was always looming in the back of her
mind.

Fear and adrenalin seemed to grow with each hour.

It was 7.45 pm before she stepped into the shower and shaved a weeks
worth of hair growth from her legs. Despite her lack of exercise lately
they still looked toned and shapely and she allowed herself a slight
feeling of pride.

Her tummy was another story. That tiny little bulge that had bothered
her all her life had only gotten worse in the last couple of years and
it needed to be hidden at all costs.

Grooming had become non-existent for her. An impressive growth of pubic
hair covered her crotch and it presented her with a dilemma.

In the end there was nothing for it but to run the razor over her mound
and lose it all.

The shower drain soon clogged up with sandy blonde locks of pubic hair
and for the first time in years she was now smooth and hairless.

Angela now had to figure out how she was going to present her two best
assets. She stood in a fluffy white bathrobe and for the first time
that day she opened the 'box of shame'.

It was already 9pm now and Angela found that the fear in her stomach
was becoming unbearable.

Along with the fear came a glimpse of something old but familiar. A
faint feeling of arousal was pushing and probing at her. It made hear
heart beat a little faster but it was nothing she couldn't handle or
control.

She pulled the first item out of the box. It was a sheer black dress
that looked impossibly small. She never would have dared to wear it in
public. It was small for a reason. The thin lycra type material was
made to stretch tight over every curve and contour exposing everything.
It began with a plunging neckline and ended about an inch above her
knees.

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She hesitated for just a moment before laying it on the bed and then
moving on.

It was true that Angela had nothing to lose now, but even so, she took
a deep breath when she removed the selection of sheer bras and tops
from the box.

She knew what the obvious choice was but it still made her nervous.
Most of them were nice respectable 'push-up' bras but the item she had
in mind was anything but respectable.

It was a lace corset that fastened up the front.

It was perfect. It would hold in her tummy and give her an hour-glass
figure. The corset also had one other interesting effect. It held up
her breasts but didn't cover them, it just made them sit up and her
exposed nipples poke out.

'God I would have made a great whore' she thought to herself with some
satisfaction.

Next she removed a selection of panties from the box and this time
Angela wondered if she was about to take things a little too far.

Of course they were all sheer and sexy but again there was one obvious
choice. The black lace panties with a huge slit up the crotch. She
remembered those as being the most successful item in the box. She had
worn those a record breaking three times before. Every time brought
instant success.

'Well I guess I have to wear these" she thought to herself, actually
allowing herself to get turned on by the thought.

The last items were easy and a no-brainer for Angela. Black garter belt
and stockings and a set of black heels to finish.

Easy Choice.

10pm had arrived and Angela found herself staring into a full length
mirror.

She didn't recognise the woman staring back at her.

Underneath the tight black dress her corseted body had been cinched
into the perfect hourglass shape and she could not remember ever
looking this way before.

It's true that she might have let herself go a little lately but there
seemed to have been some positive side-effects from her increased
weight.

Her breasts spilled over the top of the corset and the sheer material
of the dress outlined her nipples which seemed to be growing more
prominent by the second.

Her hips were cinched as small as the corset would allow which had the
effect of making her ample rump flare out to impressive proportions.

A hint of garter could be seen just below the hem of her dress and the
black heels she wore just made her ass sit up even more.

'I look like a buxom big-titted slut' she thought to herself. As soon
as those words crossed her mind they seemed to resonate somewhere
inside her.

Angela was starting to feel again and she was liking what she felt.

Even if this night turned out to be a nightmare it would still all have
been worth it because of that moment. If it all ended here she would at
least have that.

She stole one last look in the mirror and nodded approvingly. She then
put on a long formal coat and walked out the front door to her waiting
taxi. She was scared beyond words, but that was okay. She was starting
to feel different and tonight had already been the best night she could
remember in a long time.

It was 11pm and Angela now stood in front of a plain wooden door. She
was on the fourth floor of one of the most expensive apartment
buildings in town and she stared at an envelope that was taped to the
front of the door. It had her name on it. She was shaking now. She
thought about turning around and going back home but her will drove her
on.

She opened the envelope and began to read her instructions.

"Miss Angela,

Thank-you for attending. You will find the door is open. When you enter
you will see an empty chair in the middle of the room. Enter, go
straight to the chair and sit. There will be a blind-fold beside the
chair. Put it on. You will not be permitted to speak unless asked to.
You are, however permitted to feel."

'God this is it' she thought almost in a panic. She was scared but she
was excited beyond words. Her excitement was not in the form of arousal
yet, but it was close to that feeling. Nervous, electric, exhilarating.

She opened the door. She stepped inside. She began her journey.

What she saw didn't give her any more clues as to what was about to
happen. She saw a large room cloaked in darkness. A central light shone
down into the middle of the room and a sturdy wooden chair was the only
thing the light touched.

The room was large and she could not see what lay in the darkness.

She remembered what the note had said. She was not allowed to speak but
she was allowed to feel, what-ever that meant.

What Angela felt and what she knew, was that a pair of eyes was
watching her closely. She shook with nerves as she let the coat she was
wearing fall open and slide down her body to the floor.

She heard the smallest noise escape from the darkness as the coat fell
and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She looked down toward the floor and saw what he must have reacted to.
Her nipples were clearly rigid and erect and she must have looked like
a perfect little slut to anyone that had been watching.

Angela walked with timid steps toward the chair and she sat down as
instructed. Beside the chair on the floor was a black, silk blind-fold
and she carefully and slowly fastened it in place and then waited.

Within seconds she heard footsteps approach from the darkness and her
heart leapt in her chest. The moment was electric and terrifying.

"Greetings Miss Angela" a strong, confident voice began to speak. "I'm
so glad you were able to make it"

Angela said nothing, but what she felt next made her tremble.

She felt something soft wrapping around her left ankle. It wasn't till
she tried to move it that she realized that it had been tied and
secured to the front left leg of the chair.

The same thing was done to her right ankle as it was secured to the
other leg of the chair.

Whoever was standing in front of her was probably getting a great view
up her skirt right about now.

Strong confident hands guided her arms behind the chair until her
wrists crossed over and were bound together.

Within the space of two minutes Angela had been tied and secured to the
chair. Her heart continued to beat faster than it had in a very long
time and the adrenalin made her shake terribly.

Suddenly out of the darkness came the caresses. Soft hands sliding over
her skin and then fingernails raking over her breasts. Expert fingers
pinched her nipples through the sheer fabric and they became hard and
sensitive. Cool air hit her skin as this man pulled down her low cut
top exposing her breasts.

His footsteps trailed off into the distance but he was back within
moments. An intense new sensation startled her.

She felt small drops of moisture hit her exposed skin and then her
nipples felt the cold, wet touch of an ice cube as it slid over them.
Teasing them. Sending tiny shocks through her body.

Even though she was blind-folded she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and
bit hard on her lower lip as the teasing continued.

She felt a little dizzy and she exhaled hard.

The ice cube was abruptly removed and replaced by the hot lips and
tongue of her mystery tormentor.

"Oh fuck" Angela moaned as she accidentally spoke out of turn.

"You just broke the first rule" The man said softly. "But I understand
and I will be kind this time."

Once more she heard his footsteps trail off before returning.

"Open that pretty mouth Angela, I think this will help you".

Angela obeyed.

As she opened her mouth she felt something like a smooth ball being
eased into it and then fastened to straps behind her head.

The man had just ball-gagged Angela and to her surprise she didn't find
it frightening at all.

A mental picture shot through her head of what she must look like right
now. She saw a bound, blind-folded slut with a ball-gag in her mouth,
and it wasn't just any slut, it was her.

The fear was easing now but the adrenalin was worse than ever. She felt
herself jolt slightly as the ice cube returned to her tortured nipples
and then a hot tongue took its place once more.

Suddenly there was nothing. He wasn't touching her and he wasn't
speaking either. She was alone in the darkness only for a moment but it
seemed like forever.

She heard his footsteps. He was in front of her now and he was close.

She felt his hands on her knees and then felt him ease her legs apart
just a little further.

Angela's mind suddenly recalled the crotch-less panties she had chosen
that day and she knew he must have been able to see everything right
now.

He began to speak.

"Y'know most women are a little shy when I put them through this for
the first time, but not you. You show up in crotch-less panties and
with your tits on display"

Instantly she felt embarrassed. He continued to speak.

"Thank-you for following my instructions so well Angela. You have
pleased me. You are clearly different from the rest"

Her embarrassment faded and she felt satisfaction from his words. She
was somehow different from the rest. She was special and she believed
him when he said it.

His hands were still holding her knees apart but she soon became aware
that they were moving.

Slowly.

Ever so slowly they were inching their way up her inner thighs and
towards her pussy.

Closer.

Closer.

'Oh God' Angela repeated over and over in her head as she willed those
fingers on and she prayed he wouldn't stop.

The very moment before he would have made contact he lightly dug his
fingernails into her thighs and dragged them slowly back towards her
knees.

She immediately arched her back in frustration and ground her hips
forward on the chair.

The man just laughed and repeated the torture over and over until she
wanted to scream.

This person was clearly like no other man she had ever been with. He
was deliberate and cruel and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Would you like me to make things more interesting?" He asked her
softly.

Angela didn't know what that meant but she didn't care. She just wanted
more. She nodded her head and he replied sounding pleased.

"That's good. Now hold still and I'll give you something to take your
mind off your pussy"

Before she could think she felt a cold smooth feeling running over her
breasts.

"I'm gonna put this little chain on you. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

Immediately a sharp pain shot through first her right nipple then her
left and she grunted in pain.

"That's a good little girl" he said soothingly. "Both your nipples just
got a nice little clamp attached to them and they are connected by this
handy little chain"

He gave a sharp tug on the chain and she felt her nipples burn as the
clamps dug in.

It hurt Angela but then something else also happened that she wasn't
prepared for. The pain was turning her on more than she could have
imagined.

He tugged the chain again and she groaned. This time she thrust her
chest forward and spread her legs as wide as she could hoping his
fingers would find their way to her aching pussy.

For a moment everything stopped. Angela thought she had done something
wrong at first but she heard his voice once more and he sounded amused.

"You weren't totally honest with me were you Angela".

She didn't know what he meant by that but he continued.

"I read your profile and I studied your picture. All I saw was a frigid
sarcastic bitch. But that's not you now is it"

Angela didn't know what to think. For all she knew she really was that
frigid bitch that he had described and yet here she was, trussed up
like a common whore and she didn't want it to stop.

"All I see before me is a horny little pain slut". He paused and let
the words sink in.

"You know that this is just the beginning don't you"

She nodded in reply.

"Maybe you've had enough for one night, maybe I should let you go home
now. Would you like that?"

Angela shook her head immediately. It was an important moment.

"Good girl. Let's continue shall we?"

He didn't give her time to answer. He pulled on the chain connected to
the nipple clamps and this time he just kept pulling.

A groan escaped her mouth as once more she thrust her hips forward and
spread her knees.

This time Angela was startled when for the first time she felt pressure
between her legs as something was pressed up hard against her pussy.

Something cold and smooth was rubbing up against her through the
crotch-less panties.

'Oh god this can't be real' she thought as the sensations started to
overwhelm her.

He kept the tension on the chain as he pulled the clamps on her nipples
even harder and all she could do was arch her back and hold on for her
life.

The pain in her nipples doubled.

All of a sudden it became too much and just as she was about to scream
something new happened that changed everything.

In her pain she had forgotten about the smooth object pressed between
her legs and suddenly she was aware of a sound and a new sensation.

She heard the buzz of a vibrator and felt the intense pulse on her clit
and labia.

Instantly the pain in her nipples didn't matter any more. The pain just
seemed to enhance the pleasure signals coming from her pussy.

"Oh Fuck!" She grunted through the gag as she began to grind her hips
on the chair trying to work the head of the vibrator onto her clit in
small circles.

She shook.

She moaned.

Her nipples burned and she longed to come but she knew it wasn't going
to be that easy.

"Does my little slut want to get fucked now?" The man said in a calm
voice.

Angela nodded without hesitation.

"Very well" he said with satisfaction "You may try to speak if you can.
Beg me to fuck you"

Angela didn't care anymore. She wanted this more than she had wanted
anything in a long time. She did her best to speak but the gag made
things difficult.

"Pweeese.....pweese fwuck meh"

"That's a good little whore" he replied.

She heard him moving behind her and she felt her hands being untied.
Next her ankles were set free and she placed her hands on her lap as
she waited for his next move.

"Stand up and raise your arms above your head"

Angela obeyed without question.

She felt her tight dress being peeled off of her from the bottom
upwards and soon she stood in nothing but her lingerie.

She knew how she must have looked. Heels and stockings, crotch-less
panties and a corset. Her breasts exposed and the nipple clamps firmly
in place.

"Now carefully get down onto your hands and knees"

Again she obeyed without question.

She felt him gather her shoulder length hair into one had and then felt
a strong tug as he began to pull her by the hair and lead her like a
dog on a leash.

Within a few feet the hard wood under her knees had turned to soft
carpet and she could feel herself being positioned on all fours. He
placed one of her hands over a smooth object that was attached to the
floor and then he began to speak.

"I want you to know what is about to happen. Do you feel that object
under your right hand?"

Angela nodded.

"It's nothing sinister I promise you, it is just a metal ring bolted to
the floor. Very soon your right wrist will be tied to it. There is
another ring by your left wrist."

Angela knew where this was going and it excited her. It was dirty and
dangerous and her body felt electric.

"You may have already guessed that there are similar rings bolted to
the floor by your left and right ankles. You will remain tied to the
floor on all fours and you will be a good little slut for me. Are we
clear?"

Again she nodded and she felt her wrists being tied to each ring.

The man forced her legs apart even further until she felt her ankles
touch each ring and they were fastened tight.

'Oh god I can't stand it' she thought as she heard noises from behind
her and the rustle of clothes being discarded on the floor.

She felt his skin on hers as he kneeled behind her. Angela couldn't
help it, she arched her back knowing it would make the angle easier as
she offered her pussy to this stranger.

She felt the soft skin of his fingers pull apart the slit in her
panties and then gently spread apart her labia.

The head of something warm nestled its way into the opening of her
vagina but did not enter her. The surface of it felt almost like skin,
but not quite. She knew that feeling, he was wearing a condom and she
could feel its rubbery texture.

She was only moments away from being penetrated and violated and he
didn't move an inch.

He just let her exist in that moment for what seemed like forever.

Sex had never been like this before. Angela couldn't believe the
feelings that were raging inside her.

She felt his weight shift slightly and she wanted to scream.

Once more she felt him gather her hair into his right fist and then tug
on it as he pulled her head back making her body arch even more.

She felt his other hand reach forward and grab her shoulder for
leverage.

'Oh god, oh god' was the only thought she could muster in the split
second before it all started.

She felt his muscles tense powerfully and a moment later he punched his
cock all the way inside her in an aggressive, circular thrust.

Angela screamed into the gag as he backed up almost all the way out of
her before repeating the hard deep thrust.

It hurt.

She discovered that the man was far from small and she felt as if he
was penetrating her all the way into her womb. Angela had not had sex
with anyone in over a year and she felt every inch intensely.

"Fuck your pussy is tight!" The man said breathlessly as he settled
into a rhythm and began to fuck Angela in strong unrelenting strokes.

She began to moan now with every thrust and as the pain eased she began
to lose herself in the feeling of it all.

Her body rocked with the impact of each stroke and she began to push
back hard.

Angela felt a tugging at the back of her head and realized that he was
unfastening the ball-gag.

As soon as it fell free she gasped and cried out. She was free to speak
but nothing intelligible came out of her mouth.

"Beg me bitch" he continued "Beg me to fuck you"

To her surprise the words came easily to Angela.

"Oh god yes. Fuck my pussy. Please just keep fucking it"

He continued to pound into her and she continued to groan with every
thrust. It was a full ten minutes before he pulled out and she groaned
in disappointment.

She needn't have worried.

Angela heard him moving in front of her now and he pulled her still
blind-folded face up towards him. She knew what he wanted.

She opened her mouth and immediately felt the shaft of his cock ease
past her lips and down her throat. He had removed the condom and now
was intent on fucking her mouth the same way he had fucked her pussy.

It was hard and without mercy. She gagged and spluttered, but she took
it all.

Her pussy was still on fire and she wanted desperately to reach back
with her hands and tease her clit but she couldn't. Her wrists were
still tied firmly to the rings on the floor.

Instead Angela did the only thing she could.

She focussed all her attention on the cock invading her mouth and
throat and attempted to give the most spectacular blow-job of her life.
If his reaction was any indication she was succeeding.

"Oh fuck that's it you dirty little bitch. Suck it you filthy whore"

His words didn't insult her, far from it, they were turning her on
something terrible.

"That's enough for now" he said suddenly as he pulled out and returned
to his position behind her. Angela was in heaven when she felt his cock
invade her pussy once more.

He wasn't gentle or subtle. He thrust into her aggressively sending a
shockwave through her body with each impact.

She felt his torso slam up hard against her rump each time. She had
never been fucked with this kind of ferocity before. It was
overwhelming.

For a brief moment her mind went back to all her previous experiences
with men. Some of them had been a little rougher than others in bed but
the majority had been fairly nice guys and their approach to sex was
usually a romantic one. After all that's what women wanted wasn't it?

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At The Mercy Of A Stranger

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She knew it was dangerous, but she had nothing left to lose.

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It's true that she had enjoyed those experiences but they didn't even
compare to what was happening to her right now. Angela was getting her
pussy pounded mercilessly. This man had turned her into a cheap little
'fuck toy' and she loved every second.

She began to feel something new. His fingernails scratched lightly down
her back and it sent a small shiver through her body.

His fingers traced invisible patterns over the sensitive skin of her
lower back until they began to move with more purpose and Angela began
to realize what was coming next.

His fingers started to trace a path down her spine and then between her
cheeks.

They travelled lower and lower until she felt light but persistent
pressure against the pucker of her ass-hole.

He kneaded it with his thumb and then spat directly onto her tiny
opening, wetting it with saliva.

Angela had only ever seen someone do that in porn movies before and to
her surprise she found that it gave her a dirty little thrill.

Once more she felt the pressure and now each time she pushed back onto
his cock she was also burying his thumb in her ass millimetre by
millimetre.

This was the dirtiest thing she had ever done but she felt no shame in
it at all.

Before long his thumb was buried as deep as it could go and he just
left it there as he continued to pound her pussy savagely with his
cock.

Slowly, subtlety, she felt him start to move his thumb. Minute by
minute the pace increased. It wasn't long before his thumb was sliding
in and out of her ass like a miniature cock. It was the first time
Angela had experienced any kind of double penetration.

Dirty. Exhilarating. Nasty.

God his cock felt good pounding her pussy and the skilful way he was
also finger fucking her ass was sending her over the edge. She wasn't
on the verge of coming yet but it did make her want o scream.

"Oh god yes. Oh please don't stop" She gasped without thinking.

"You know where this is going don't you" he said playfully

"Yes I know" she replied"

"Okay here's what's about to happen" he paused then informed her
matter-of-factly.

"For being such a good girl I am about to set one of your hands free.
You will be permitted to reach back and play with your pussy"

"Thank-you" Angela replied with-out being prompted.

"I'm going to do something to you while you play with your pussy" He
teased "Can you tell me what it is? I'm sure you've figured it out
already"

Angela hesitated to say the words but she knew what was going to
happen.

"You are going to fuck my ass while I play with myself"

"Good girl" he said smugly.

She felt him reach over and release her right hand.

A few moments later he pulled out of her completely and she heard him
discard the old condom and then break open the wrapper on a fresh one.

For the first time that day Angela's hand reached down between her legs
and she felt the immense wetness her pussy had generated. She began to
trace circles around her clit and her hips began to grind to meet her
fingers.

She felt the stranger spit on her asshole and rub it in at least three
times and Angela's mind buzzed with the thought of what she was doing.

'This is real! I'm really doing this!' She repeated in her head over
and over.

God her fingers felt wonderful on her clit but she couldn't ignore what
was about to happen and the adrenalin began to flow once more.

"Oh fuck I can feel it" She said out loud as she felt the tip of his
cock rub against her ass-hole.

She sped up her fingers sending waves of pleasure surging through her
clit.

The pressure grew stronger as she felt the tip of his cock attempt to
invade her tiny hole.

"Oh fuck I can feel it!" She repeated once more as her sphincter began
to spread.

She grunted hard when the head of his cock suddenly penetrated her.

He didn't push any further.

Angela groaned and began to hyper-ventilate.

God it felt big. It didn't hurt that much but it was more the anxiety
and the adrenalin of the moment that was making her breathe hard.

"Just relax now Angela, you're doing great" he said reassuringly.

Angela really wanted to please this man but she wasn't sure if she
could take all of him this way. She was turned on beyond words but was
frightened by the pain that she was surely about to feel.

She was still going to try and she spoke to the man in a soft pleading
voice.

"I'm gonna try to take you all in but please stay still, please let me
do it..Is that okay?" she said trying to sound as sincere as she could.

"I'm fine with that" he replied.

He kept to his word and didn't move an inch while Angela worked her
clit hard and began to gently rock back and forth on her knees. She was
scared and buzzing with anticipation but it was working.

With each gentle push she took just a little more of him inside her and
it didn't feel bad anymore.

It was almost 15 minutes before she felt something new and it amazed
her. She found that she couldn't push back any more. She felt the man's
balls smack up against her ass and she realized she had taken all of
him.

"Oh god I can feel your balls against me now" she said with almost
amazement.

"Yes you've been an exceptional little whore" He replied before
continuing

"Now it is my turn and you're gonna have to trust me. Understand?"

"Yes I trust you" She replied.

The man began to move but he didn't thrust. He ground his hips in
circles and it drove Angela crazy.

"Oh god that feels good" she hissed as her fingers sped up and she
thought she could feel the start of a distant climax beginning to form.

She worked her fingers hard now and she began to grind back hard
feeling his cock move deep inside her ass.

"Oh god I think I could come like this" she gasped.

"We're in no hurry" He replied "Take all the time you need but I wanna
see you come while I fuck your ass" She could tell he was smiling when
he said that.

"Oh god" she repeated over and over as her fingers worked her clit
furiously and she ground her ass on his cock. She stayed that way for
five minutes until she felt a strong pulse inside her body and she knew
a climax was on the way.

She stopped grinding and suddenly pushed back hard forcing him to truly
fuck her ass for the first time.

Her clit was on fire now.

"Oh god fuck me, fuck my ass hard" she screamed as she pounded back on
his cock and he replied with hard thrusts of his own.

God he felt good in her ass but it was her fingers that truly finished
the job.

Angela exploded.

Her body bucked and shook.

She screamed.

She came harder than she ever had before and the feeling continued.

It didn't feel like just one orgasm. It was if multiple little
explosions all went off simultaneously and she shook for a long time
until the last spasm finally subsided.

She felt him carefully slide out of her and Angela experienced a
beautiful wave of euphoria.

Only minutes earlier her body had been flooded with hormones and
adrenalin. It was now bringing her gently back to earth as the cocktail
of intense sensations faded beautifully away.

She was left feeling content and exhilarated.

She stayed there tethered to the floor for a few minutes as she
continued to shake and recover.

At least five minutes went by before she heard his voice once more.

"I'm afraid you're really gonna feel this Angela so you had best
prepare yourself" he warned and Angela grew a little worried.

She didn't know what he meant at first but she understood fully when he
removed both nipple clamps at the same time.

Blood now flowed freely back into her nipples and restored all feeling
in them instantly.

Intense stinging pain lit her nipples on fire and she took it as best
as she could.

She wanted him to know that she could take the pain better than those
other sluts he had done this to. She wanted to prove she was special.

It wasn't long after that when she felt her wrists and ankles being
untied.

Other sounds came next. The rustle of clothes being put back on and the
sound of his footsteps soon followed.

Strong arms raised her to her feet and she stood shakily. She felt
hands placed on her shoulders and felt the light touch of a kiss on her
forehead.

"Are you okay?" The man asked with genuine concern.

"Oh I'm much more than okay" Angela replied and it was true.

For all her cynicism this man had given her the re-awakening he had
promised in that first e-mail. She felt different. She felt desired.
She felt happy.

Angela felt him reach behind her head as he untied the blind-fold.

Ever so gently he let it fall from her eyes and for the first time she
opened them to see her mystery man.

A very attractive, well dressed man now stood in front of her. He
appeared to be in his mid thirties. He looked strong and confident.

He looked into her eyes and smiled before speaking.

"This is just the beginning Angela and there is so much more to do.
Keep your nights free this week, I'm going to need you to come back
every night at 11pm. Do you understand?"

He was smiling broadly as he said it.

She felt the excitement build inside her as he said those words.

Angela smiled back and gave her answer.

"Yes I understand. My nights are yours now".

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