Slut For A Day (Rough Sexual Humiliation BDSM)
Nancy's never been into rough sex, but she's about to get the roughest sex of her life. She was hired by an agency that specializes in giving men the sexual experience they desire - and they can have almost anything. Nancy has agreed to fulfill every kinky desire this man has - no matter how painful or humiliating is. More
Nancy's never been into rough sex, but she's about to get the roughest sex of her life. She was hired by an agency that specializes in giving men the sexual experience they desire - and they can have almost anything. Nancy has agreed to fulfill every kinky desire this man has - no matter how painful or humiliating is.
EXCERPT from this story:
He held the handshake and pulled her inside. The door clicked shut behind her, and he moved to lock it. It might have had a sinister feeling if the man wasn't dressed as he was – and if he wasn't as handsome as he was.
Peter led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. He sat across from her, moving his eyes up and down her body. “So, I understand this is your first time doing this?”
“That's good. I prefer fresh girls, and the agency prefers to send them to me – I'm good at training them, they said.” He stood and walked across the room to a bar. “Would you like something to drink? It will help with first-time jitters.”
Nancy shook her head. “That's alright. I'm not feeling too nervous.”
Peter shrugged. “That's just as well. I don't want your sense of pain to be dulled.”
Nancy sat up a little straighter in her seat at this, but Peter didn't seem to notice. He came back over and sat down, drink in hand.
He sipped it and regarded her some more. “No bra?” he asked.
She shook her head. “They told me not to.”
He nodded, then stood. “Stay there,” he said.
Nancy sat still, looking around the room. She saw pictures here and there – a happy family, by the looks of it. She heard Peter approaching her and turned to look at him.
He grabbed her head with one hand before she could turn it. “Ahh!” she cried, feeling him squeezing her jaw painfully.
“I didn't say you could move,” he said.
Feeling tears in her eyes, she nervously nodded. She felt his grip relax, then let go. She resisted the urge to stand, to run out the door screaming.
He caressed her now, running the same hand down her face and chest. He reached her breast and gave it a quick squeeze, as if testing it for ripeness. Apparently satisfied, he removed his hand.
A moment later, Nancy felt something cold and metallic sliding down her neck. She shivered, but once again resisted the urge to move. When the metal object reached her chest, she realized it was a pair of scissors. Peter began to cut her shirt right along the buttons. It was as if he was sending a signal to her that she wouldn't be able to just get dressed and leave – she wouldn't even be able to put her shirt back on.
He cut as low as he could, then spread her shirt out, exposing her tits. The tip of the scissors scraped against her breasts as he opened up the shirt, and Nancy could feel her nipples stiffen at the sensation.