It isn’t like he has much choice. He is tied to it.

He sits in the black room, his arms and legs tightly bound to the chair by rope. At least he thinks the room is black: the leather mask he wears withholds the light from his eyes. Every time his tormentors leave him to suffer the pain they inflict him he hears the light switch flick; so he assumes the room is black. As black as it is cold and damp when they leave him alone in what he thinks is the middle of a torture chamber.

Three days he has been held by his tormentors who let out gasps and laughs of sadistic joy as they whip, slap, scratch, prod and milk him. He was a willing subject when they took him. He met them through an Internet dating site. The advert read:

“Wanted by The Three Dominas – new slaves to toy with“

He couldn't refuse them

The picture of them that accompanied the ad made the offer too good for Rocco to refuse them. When he hooked up with them in a public bar, the Pit & the Pendulum, for his interview he couldn’t believe his eyes; and when they invited him to their lair he couldn’t believe his ears. Once there, he was trapped. They immediately forced him to strip naked and put on a leather mask. Delirious with alcohol and excitement he was in no position to resist their commands.

Twice he ejaculated as they whipped him to speed up his stripping and  put a chain around his neck then forced him to crawl on his hands and knees to their dungeon. He relished every hit, every command, every second of it. He could smell their power and the leather boots they made him lick clean. It exhilarated him.

Now in their dungeon he awaits their return. Sometimes only one comes to toy with him, at other times just two of them play with him but he prefers it when all three derive pure sexual pleasure from his abasement.

His tormented body glows with perspiration. He feels it as it moves down his skin; fresh from the torture his tormentors inflicted only 30 minutes ago. The ball gag that locks away his own screams intensifies his fear beyond anything he has known before. He feels cleansed of his sins and the stresses of his job as a supreme court justice.

He waits in his adjustable chair for their return….

He breathes heavily in anticipation at every sound, every tick of the clock that is somewhere behind him, every drip of water that leaks from the pipe above him onto his head to trickle down his spine. His head turns toward every sound as he tries to see through his eyeless mask. He thinks one of them is still with him in the dungeon. He is not sure. He heard them all leave but  occasionally, with his senses heightened by fear, he hears hints of breathing and scraping like something is sneaking around him.

He jumps as something small and soft brushes past his leg. The ropes cut into his skin as they hold him down. His heart thuds like it is going to burst out of his chest at any moment. His whimpers and groans of fear barely audible but he thinks, no, he knows, someone or something is in the room with him. Watching him. Enjoying his humiliation.

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The metal door lock clangs as his dominas return. He sits still and listens to their footsteps as they come closer.

“Have you been a good boy?” One of them asks. He frantically shakes his head up and down as he grunts the word “Yes!” through his ball gag. Drool drips uncontrollably from his mouth. He hears the crack of a whip next to his head. He feels the displaced air strike his naked skin. It excites his senses. “Good” he hears her reply. One of them licks the drool off his body. Her hot breath makes his dick grow hard.

His legs part as the chair legs are widened. One of them crouches between them and flicks the top of his penis to make it flaccid. He feels a little ejaculate moisten his glans.

“We have a treat for you Rocco. Are you ready for it?” He grunts enthusiastically. “Good.” She responds, “Don’t move or you might lose something.” She laughs with delight as she says it. One of them pulls his face into her tits then moves behind him and pulls his head back so that it rests between them. He knows she is one of the blondes – only one of them has tits this big. His cock begins to harden again as he thinks how close his head is to her big beautiful tits. He feels vulnerable now that his neck is exposed. He feels himself getting harder. The whip cracks across his chest as one of them demands he stays flaccid. He feels another hard flick against his knob and he again softens as commanded.

“Good boy” the one between his legs tells him as though she were talking to a dog. “Good boy.” she says again as she pats his buttock from the side of the chair. He hears a packet tear opened and two pieces of metal tap together. He pushes his feet against the floor to try and raise out of the chair but it is useless. The chair is bolted to the concrete floor. His head presses back harder into the warm breasts behind him. He feels a hand stroke his exposed neck while another one holds his forehead and forces him to stay between the big warm tits. Panic stricken he again tries to move but it is hopeless; he is at their mercy.

“Hold still.” One of them commands. The whip strikes his chest again and again and again. The pain sears through his body as he writhes with pleasure.

The domina between his legs puts a metal cock ring over him and begins to masturbate his prick. He hardens quickly as his body relaxes to her rhythmic sucking of his nob. Her hot, moist mouth sucks his cock like a milking machine. She stops. Rocco groans in disappointment. The three of them begin to leave. Just as they reach the door one of them asks him: “Are you ready for your walk?” He nods in agreement. They walk back to him, put his leash on him and remove the ropes that held him to the chair. One of them tugs the leash and pulls him to his hands and knees then leads him around the room.

Crack!! The leather whip strikes his back. “Smell my boots” he is commanded. He gropes around and sniffs to find her boots. Drool drips uncontrollably to the floor. He finds the boot and tries to sniff it but there is a tug on his leash that holds him back. The leash holder chuckles.

“Here boy!” She says, “Here boy…” She taps a boot against the concrete. He tries to get to it. His leather collar chokes him as he forces his way over to it. The leash tugs harder. The whip hits him again. “Behave!” The whip holder shouts. He crawls on all fours to the leash holder and grovels at her legs. She pats his head and tells him he is a “good boy”. Someone strokes his penis and giggles.

His cock still hard, he is lead around until he is over a hot female body. “Fuck it” a voice demands. He fumbles as he is guided into position. He feels her arms around him as he penetrates his bitch. One of them sits on his back as he moves in and out of her.

Crack!!! “Faster” the domina sat on him shouts. He speeds up. “Harder” She shouts as she bounces on his back “Harder, I said, harder.” She gets off him as he gathers momentum. She pushes him off his bitch and one of the others climbs onto him and rides him, vigorously. The ball gag is removed from his mouth and one of them squats on his face and forces him to lick her clit. His bitch gets up from the floor and stands in front of the one sat on his face. She pulls her face into her pussy and makes her eat it. All four of them groan in ecstasy as they orgy. The intense pleasure makes him pass out but not before he shoots his load and pussy juice drips into his mouth and over his body.

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"She peers over the glasses sat on the end of her nose and gives me a steely look. I feel a thrill run through my heart as she does it."

“Hello Mr Jackson,” my therapist said “my name is Donna. I’m here to help you. I want you to lay in the chair, make yourself comfortable and tell me the experience that gave rise to the sexual urges that trouble you.”

Sat upright in her chair, she looks damn fine and frigid. She peers over the glasses sat on the end of her nose and gives me a steely look. I feel a thrill run through my heart as she does it.

Donna looks like the seductive school teacher of every schoolboy’s dreams. Have you ever seen Bedazzled with Elizabeth Hurley playing the Devil? Then you know exactly what I mean: attractive and masterful. A bitch. A very fuckable bitch.

“Valentine’s Day.” I begin, “I remember it very clearly. It was six or seven years ago.”

“Mmm, hum,” She says, “continue, Michael, tell me everything. Be as open as you want to be. Use whatever words come to mind. Hold nothing back. The more open and honest you are the better this session will be. I’ve been a sex therapist for a long time. There is nothing you can say that will shock me.”

Donna’s voice is very warm and soothing. Hypnotic even. She looks like she’s a right randy whore when fired up. Very foxy. I’ve heard it said that the job a therapist does says more about the therapist than her patients. I wonder what fantasies will run through her mind as I talk. I’d better continue before she realizes that I’m fantasizing about her. I’ll close my eyes so I can relive my experience as I reveal it.

"She parked behind me, got out and walked around my car like a predatory animal, kicking the wheels as she did so. I'd never felt so frightened in my life. I hadn't done anything wrong. My mouth went as dry as a desert."

“I was driving on a long country road when I noticed a police woman parked on the opposite side. She was staring at me. I smiled and drove on. About five minutes later I saw her in my rear view mirror. She was watching me intently as she followed.”

“How did you feel Michael?”

“I felt nervous. I was young and inexperienced. I’d been driving for less than six months so didn’t know how to react.”

Oh god, she does look good. Smells good too. There’s something about being alone in a quiet room with a woman in a suit. Especially when she has authority. It makes my cock tingle. I know I can’t touch her and that makes me more frustrated and the urge to fidget is nearly uncontrollable. I’d better be careful with my thoughts. Donna’s eyes are watching me like a cat looks at a mouse. I don’t want her to know my thoughts are of banging her over her desk.

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“She followed me for about a mile before she flashed me to pull over. I stopped as soon as I could.

She parked behind me, got out and walked around my car like a predatory animal, kicking the wheels as she did so. I’d never felt so frightened in my life. I hadn’t done anything wrong. My mouth went as dry as a desert.

She said: ‘Get out of the car and spread ‘em.’

I did. No question of it. She sounded mean and she had authority. She pushed me as I turned to put my hands on the roof of my car and kicked my legs apart. I tried to talk. I couldn’t form the words to ask what I’d done wrong. She smirked and told me to ‘shut it’. I felt humiliated. I’d never before been in a situation where a woman was so dominant. She stood behind me. I saw her reflection in my door window. She looked me up and down, cocked her head to one side, put her hands on her hips with one gripping her baton, smiled hard and spoke forcefully: ‘Do not move.’ I didn’t dare shake. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my neck and heard it in my ears. I felt like dropping to the ground. I was so nervous.”

“Did you feel anything else Michael?”

“Her pelvis.” I laugh, “She moved in to frisk me. As she reached around my shoulders and felt my hands she pressed hard against me. As she moved her hands over my arms toward my shoulders and down the side of my torso to the front of my pants my cock bulged like a flagpole. I felt confused. She put her hands over my hard cock and pressed it into my body with her palms and slid one hand further down to my balls, cupped them and squeezed. ‘Do you like that?’ she whispered menacingly.”

As I visualize it in my mind I pause…

“Michael, tell me the rest.”

Startled by Donna’s voice, my eyes open and my head spins to look at her. Her hands quickly move up to her chest. I can see her tits move up and down as she breaths. I should rip open her top and let them burst out of their prison before they suffocate.

"Her desk is positioned right behind her. As I look at her my imagination flashes with ideas of how I will throw her over it and fuck her brains out."

Her desk is positioned right behind her. As I look at her my imagination flashes with ideas of how I will throw her over it and fuck her brains out. My cock is so hard it hurts as it pushes against my pants. I’m telling her about my first taste of a powerful woman and all I can think about is fucking her hard. I can smell the sex in the air as I talk about it. Each time she breathes and makes a noise I think about the gasps and groans she will make when I stick my big fat dick into her tight little pussy. I swear she knows what I’m thinking because she looks like she’s hungry for it.

I’d love to put my head between her tits and push my tongue into her dripping wet pussy. I can see myself smacking her arse as I pound into her.

“Michael, if this is too much for you we can take a break.”

“Sorry Donna, I was thinking about something. I’ll tell you more.”

Little does she know just how “too much” this is for me.

“It was a quiet road with no traffic. She knew what she was doing. She followed me until I’d driven to the quietest spot. She had me where no one would see us.

She unzipped my trousers, took out my cock and squeezed as hard as she could then yanked her hand up and down over it. Every time I was close to cumming, she stopped. My mind swam in ecstasy. She turned me around, crouched down in front of me and began sucking it, moving her head up and down as  she did it. Her mouth was so wet. As I was about to blow my load, she shoved her truncheon into my arse. The shock made me push hard into her mouth and I cummed into the back of her throat. She stood up and with a very sexually thrilling voice said ‘I love the feel of hot spunk dripping down my throat.’ Then she left.”

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“Michael, tell me what you are thinking right now.”

Donna sounds much closer than she was, I should open my eyes to see where she is but if I do I will lose the image of her bent over her desk with her skirt pushed up around her waist and her panties dropped around her ankles. Oooh my cock feels so ready to fuck her tight wet pussy. Woops, I hadn’t realized I’d put my hands over my nob while I’d been talking to her.

“Michael…”

"I'm so excited my body has sat itself up and I'm looking at her like she's nothing but an object to fuck."

That startled my eyes to open. I don’t think she expected me to look at her because her hands are holding her pert tits and my notes are resting on her lap. She’s breathing heavily. I’m so excited my body has sat itself up and I’m looking at her like she’s nothing but an object to fuck.

Oh my god, she’s getting up and walking over to me. My heart is racing. I can’t resist her; just watching her move sultrily over to me is making my dick explode. She looks like a woman possessed.

She’s stood in front of me, griping my head, forcing it between her legs. She groans as I rip off her skirt and push my fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She’s so loud her secretary must be hearing everything; I don’t care. My fingers are pushing up and down inside her pussy and my tongue is licking her clit. Her pussy’s so wet I can hear it slurp as my fingers move. It smells sooo good and feels sooo hot. She’s burning and groaning. I open my trousers and grip my cock and wank as fast as I can. She pushes me back onto the chair knocking back my arms and lowers herself onto my big, fat, full cock. When I cum I will explode like a water cannon. She’s rubbing and pulling her hair as she rides me like a sex starved animal. She looks so horny. Her groans get louder and louder. I know she’s ready to cum. Her hands press down hard on my shoulders as she bounces up and down on my cock. Her wide eyes stare at me.

“Oh my god, Michael, Ooh, oh, ooOOoo…Mi..Mi..MICHAEL, OOH, UMMmmMM, YEs, MiCHael…that’s where I want you…Ahh Michael..OhummMm…yes, yes…YES!”

Her pussy squeezes tightly around my cock as I shoot my load into her and it convulses as she cums. The silky feel of our juices mingling together feels sooo good and hot and slimy. She falls on to me and passes out with her legs trembling. Her body is burned up and I’m so exhausted I have to sleep. If this is my sex therapist’s novelty cure then she’s definitely the right therapist for me…

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