Adam kicked what appeared to be a small rock as he and his friends wandered the streets of Manhattan for the first time. Having settled into the dilapidated one-room apartment they had finally agreed upon, the four newly enrolled New York University students from a very small town in Illinois had decided to get to know their new home right away. Plus, it was Adams twenty-third birthday. They wanted to do something new and exciting. However, none of them had left their small town before embarking on their college careers, and they now all felt thoroughly shell-shocked.
As they were scanning all the buildings for an interesting bar or club, Adams eyes settled on a peculiar red light seeping out of one of the basements of a building they were just passing. At first glance, it looked completely unremarkable, but when Adam saw a shapely silhouette pass by one of the crimson, thinly-curtained windows, he felt an unexpected shiver run up and down his spine. Against his own volition, he felt his feet begin to carry him towards the strange place. The other young men stopped their chatter when they saw him walking away and followed him in curiosity. He ignored them as they asked him what he saw and slowly made his way closer to the eerily glowing basement.
The closer he got, the more frequent he felt the small bursts of adrenaline dance across his skin. There was something not quite right about this place, but he couldnt stop himself from moving forward. Youll regret this, said a voice inside his head. He ignored it as well.
He uttered a small, surprised gasp and froze when he saw another feminine silhouette suddenly appear in the window closest to the sidewalk, but this one stopped and stood there as if whoever it belonged to was watching him. His heart started to race.
He was suddenly jerked out of his trance by a hand on his shoulder and spun around to see his friend Dean, eyes wide with concern, right behind him.
Cmon, man, this place doesnt feel right. Lets just go to that bar across the street, he said with urgency, motioning with his head. His eyes pleaded to get away from the creepy dungeon.
I just want to check it out, Adam replied calmly, turning back to the stairs as Dean was opening his mouth to voice another protest.
When he looked back at the window, the figure was gone, but his feeling of unease remained. He cautiously put a foot on the first step, paused, and when he saw no movement in the window, slowly made his descent. The door at the bottom of the stairs was surprisingly plain. Just a smooth, dark slab of cherry wood. He reached up to run his hand along the surface, and just as he was about to lay his palm on it, it swung inward, revealing another mysterious silhouette; tall, feminine, and softly outlined by a dim chandelier somewhere deep inside the room. The figure took one small step toward him and Adams eyes widened at the breathtakingly beautiful woman, clad from chin to toes in impossibly tight vinylwhich included a painful-looking corset, elbow-length gloves and some frighteningly pointy stiletto bootsher long, mahogany hair pulled sharply back from her face in a tight French braid. She reached out, grabbed him tightly by the throat and roughly pulled him inside. He distantly heard his friends shouting his name and thudding down the stairs behind him, but the door was slammed shut before they could reach him.
Inside, the dark-haired woman pushed him up against the wall next to a doorway on the opposite side of the room and kept her fingers wrapped around his neck. Her piercing blue eyes burned into his. She had exotic features, but shockingly pale skin. She wasnt much older than him, but she looked chillingly emotionless.
You dont belong here, she hissed, but did not sound at all angry at the fact.
going to kill me? Adam choked out. He couldnt seem to feel afraid, however. He tried to look around, but the room was dark, and when she saw his eyes begin to wander, she released her grip on his throat and grabbed his jaw, turning his face back at her. The smile that now appeared on her face suddenly sent the thrill of fear through him hed been expecting.
Kill you? She said with a hint of amusement, her voice now lilting in a strange way. No, no, my love, but you may wish I had. Adam felt his stomach tighten. Hand still on his face, she shoved him through the nearby door and up against the wall again. It amazed him how easily she forced him to move; he was a bigalbeit tonedguy. In those shoes, though, she was nearly his height, and she was obviously stronger than her thin frame led him to believe. She looked up to the ceiling above him, her hand reaching for something unseen, and the other sliding back down to his throat. He heard a jingle of metal, and when he tried to look up, he felt her fingers contract and the nails digging into his skin. Down a hallway he could not see he heard a short, muffledbut agonizedscream. His eyes widened and he froze. What kind of place is this? The woman kicked the door shut behind her.
She looked into his eyes pointedly then and when she seemed to be satisfied by whatever she saw there, she moved the hand from his throat, over his left shoulder and down to his wrist. He didnt dare take his eyes off of hers as she raised his arm above him, and he felt a thick piece of leather hug his wrist. He gulped, but didnt resist. She smiled her chilling smile again.
Small town boy in the big city. It wasnt a question. His shoulders stiffened.
How do you know that? He whispered timidly.
I can always tell. Your type is so
curious, she crooned. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. New Yorkers know better. He swallowed as she leaned back away from him, reached down with her left hand and brought his other arm up to join the first. Adam distantly wondered why he wasnt resisting at all.
After making sure both his wrists were thoroughly secured, the woman grabbed at the center of his button-up shirt and pulled in opposite directions. A couple of buttons flew off, clattering on the ground, and she casually turned around, leaving his torso exposed. She slipped out of the dancing light of the strategically placed candles into the shadows across the room. Adam heard nothing but the click of her heels until she reemerged from the darkness. She held a small, futuristic gun-looking thing. He inhaled sharply when he realized what it was.
Have you ever felt one of these? She held the Taser gun up for him to see. Adam didnt move. She inched closer to him, the smirk reappearing on her face. Ill take that as a no, she said as she raised it suddenly, pressed it against his side just underneath his ribs and pulled the trigger.
Adam clenched his eyes shut and jumped, his back arching involuntarily. Electricity jumped through his entire body, a thousand tiny needles pricking every nerve. He didnt scream, but a deep, low moan rumbled in his throat. Despite the momentary instance of pain, the sensation wasnt entirely unpleasant. It was like an extremely tangible adrenaline rush that left him tingling. Fear was slowly creeping over him. Panting, he opened his eyes to find her right in front of his face.
Oh, begging already? I like it. She grinned at him, but it quickly dissolved into a very sinister glare. You will call me Mistress Katora, she said in a low voice. He suddenly felt another jolt jump through him from the front of his abdomen. He whimpered as he hung helplessly.
You like it, dont you, boy? Mistress Katora was smiling again. When he didnt respond, she pressed the Taser against his left nipple and zapped him again. He nearly screamed this time as the intensity shot up, electricity ripping through his chest, true adrenaline pumping it through him harder.
Yes, yes! He shouted, sagging in relief when she stepped away from him and lowered the weapon. She then abruptly jabbed it into his pelvic bone. Adam slammed himself against the wall, crying out as the current focused downward. His knees buckled, his abdomen tightened, and he was surprised by a twinge of arousal.
Yes, what? She snarled, raising the Taser again.
He stammered, unsure of what she was getting at, Mistress, Mistress! Yes Mistress! Apparently satisfied, she turned back around, swallowed up by the shadows again. Adam watched warily as her dark figure headed towards what he could now see was a very long table, covered in shapes he couldnt identify. As she turned around, he watched her slip the handle of what appeared to be a whip, with a handful of tassels hanging from it, into an unseen loop underneath her corset. It reminded him of a cat o nine tails, but it wasnt quite the same. He started to shiver. She raised her hands as she neared him, and just as he caught a glimpse of what she had, she slipped the leather collar around his neck and he heard a faint metallic click. She leaned back, sliding a thin cord through her palm that attached to the collar. She then reached above his head and deftly released his wrists. He slumped against her, and she slapped his face. Hard. He stood straight in surprise and tried to put his hand to his burning cheek, but she forcefully pressed her lips against his. This surprised him more than anything, and he didnt have the nerve to kiss her back. She shoved her tongue into his mouth for a brief moment, licked the roof of it, then bit his bottom lip and quickly turned around, yanking on the leash as she walked away.
She led him towards a bed in the corner. It had rather large, metal bedposts with intricate, crisscrossing designs between. Hanging off all of the posts were thick, braided ropes. Adam had to admit, hed always fantasized about being tied up, but it was never anything like this. Sure, hed watched plenty of kinky porn, but hed never imagined he would actually want it. She yanked again on the cord, whipped him around in front of her, swiftly unhooked the leash, and shoved him onto the bed.
Take off your shirt, she said simply. She waited with her hands on her hips and Adam obeyed after a moments hesitation and tossed it on the ground. She then roughly grabbed his wrist again, pulled him to the head of the bed, and began wrapping the rope around it. After several loops around, she pulled on the rope to tighten it, swung her leg over to straddle him, wrapped her fingers around his other wrist and securely tied it to the bedpost as well. She proficiently knotted the rope in place, and pressed her vinyl-covered breasts up against his face. His genitals twitched. She lightly touched her lips to his neck then, sending chills down his back. To his surprise, she spread her lips and buried her teeth into the nape of his neck, biting down hard. Adam winced and moaned.
She rolled back off of the bed, took off his boots and socks, and in what seemed like one fluid movement, undid the button to his jeans, slid them down his legs and effortlessly flung them at the door. She looked down at him with a hint of condescension.
A briefs man, I see, she said with a small laugh. She reached up in front of her and began pulling at the tips of her gloves. Adam watched curiously as she slipped both gloves off and dropped them on the floor. She wrapped her now bare, delicate-looking fingers around the handle of the whip she had at her hip and pulled it free. She watched his expression as she stepped up to the bed and started trailing the tassels along his chest, across his groin and down his inner thigh. As she was about to glide it back up his leg, she twisted it around and snapped it across his chest. Adam inhaled through his teeth and arched his back again, already feeling welts begin to rise. She then trailed it up his right arm and back down, and suddenly smacked it across his thigh. Adam groaned and started to turn towards the wall, pulling his knees together.
Mistress Katora used his momentum to her advantage, putting her foot on his shoulder blade and pushing him onto his stomach, her heel digging into his back. He lay with his wrists crossed and his head hanging between his arms. He felt the leather tassels gently patting his back in circles. She climbed over him to straddle him again and suddenly buried her fingers in his short hair, pulling it back roughly to raise his head above his arms. She blew in his ear and dragged her tongue along the side of his neck. She tugged on his hair briefly, then shoved his head back down and lifted off his back, bringing the whip viciously across it several times. He moaned and twisted his wrists around to grab the ropes that held him to the bed. He was enjoying this. Tremendously.
Beg me for more, she growled. Adam whimpered.
Oh, yes, please give me more, he pleaded. Mistress! He quickly added as he remembered the appellation.
Adam lost count of how many times the tails licked his back, but he was sure it was thoroughly red, and welted. He flopped lazily, releasing his grip on the ropes, as Mistress Katora rolled him back around and hooked a finger up under his briefs. She pulled them down quickly, his arousal flicking up as it was freed. It was already completely hard, and throbbing almost in unison with the rise and fall of his chest; he was practically panting. She caught it between her slim fingers and squeezed once. Adam bit his lip to stifle the cry of surprise that had bubbled up in his throat. Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced a black blindfold. He looked up from where she held it up, to her eyes; a cold, impatient look to them. He was beginning to get this.
Yes, Mistress Katora, he said in a small voice. She smirked and placed the piece of fabric over his eyes, tying it behind his limp head with practiced skill. She grabbed onto his hair and yanked it back harder than she had before. He sucked in a breath through his teeth.
Good boy, she hissed with him. Hold still. Adam waited impatiently, but held as still as he could manage, suddenly wanting desperately to please her. Now deprived of sight, his ears picked up the slightest sounds; another distant, very muffled scream, the breeze rustling slightly in the curtains, the Mistresss heavy breathing, her vinyl attire creaking as she moved around. He tried to listen more closely to try to figure out what she was doing, but he couldnt imagine. He could imagine, however, how vulnerable, how exposed he looked. Just as he was about to bring his knees together he felt her step up onto the bed and stand with one leg on each side of him. He noticed she was no longer making crinkly noises as she moved. He pictured her naked. His balls tightened.
Open your legs, she commanded. He did as he was told, nervous that he couldnt see what she was up to anymore. Suddenly, he felt burning. Just burning, dripping up along his thigh, up the indent of his hip, across his lower abdomen, and back down his other thigh. He uttered a very vocal moan. When he felt the trails of fire harden, he realized it was wax. Silently, she let thick drops fall onto his stomach, the wheals she had given him before stinging angrily. He clenched his teeth together. The pain was unexpectedly exquisite.
A little to his chagrin, she stopped with the wax, but he was pleasantly surprised by her wrapping her fingers around him again and massaging briefly, her palm coated in lubricant. She released him, and he gasped when the oil quickly started heating up on its own. The heat raced up into his stomach when she trailed her tongue from the bottom of the shaft up to the head. He fully expected her mouth to engulf him then, but she left him sorely wanting.
She sidled further up on the bed and sat down on his pelvic bone, pressing her bare butt cheeks up against his erection. Adam gasped again and shuddered. She pressed her naked pelvis against his harder, eliciting more soft noises from him that she obviously enjoyed. He exhaled a shaky breath when the folds of her brush his skin. She laughed quietly. When she brought her knees in against his sides, he noticed she was still wearing thigh-high tights. He started to get frustrated that he couldnt see her. He was distracted from this thought when she started to pull at the dried wax on his stomach with a sharp fingernail. He cringed when the pieces pulled at small hairs.
Katora gave up the endeavor quickly and pushed her butt cheeks back against his penis again. She slid up the side of it, barely resting at the top. Up on her knees, she moved her hips in circles, teasing his head with her labia.
Do you want it? She taunted. She continued to roll her hips. Adam nodded vigorously. She dipped slightly, but quickly lifted back off. I didnt hear an answer, my pet. Adam groaned in anticipation.
Yes, Mistress, he whimpered, please. Katora chuckled, but lowered herself on him, very, very slowly. Adam couldnt stop the moan in his throat as she gradually enveloped him. She slid down, ground her pelvis against his, pushed her hips forward slightly and rose back up. She lifted almost completely off, then slammed back down roughly. Adam moaned again as she began gliding up and down rapidly. The lubricant burned more and more with her movement, making the sensation indescribable. The heat started to move inward, racing to his core. Katora pumped a few more times, but just as Adam was arching his back in ecstasy, the blazing pleasure about to burst through his limbs, she lifted off of him and did not come back down. He groaned in near agony, unable to do anything about it.
he whimpered pathetically. Katora slipped back onto him, surprising him with a moan herself. He eagerly pressed his heels into the mattress, trying to thrust up against her.
Sit up. The tone in her voice made him all the more enthusiastic. He wrapped his fingers around the ropes again and pulled himself up to a sitting position, bringing her naked, round breasts up against his chest. They werent exceptionally large, but he desperately wanted to grab them. She leaned up to mash her lips against his, her violent kisses adding to his fervor. She rolled her hips around, pressed them down further, forcing him deeper. She freed a deep sigh against his mouth, then viciously bit his lip again as she began bouncing in his lap. The fire coursed through him quicker, release just moments away. She pressed her abdomen against his as she expertly rolled her hips, raised up, and slid back down, repeating the pattern in rapid succession. Within moments, Adam pressed his head against the headboard as he climaxed, pleasure dancing across every inch of his body. Katora pulled him forward, lifting him away from the headboard and against her, and clawed his back as she gave voice to her own orgasm. She didnt pause in her movement as her entire body spasmed.
The instant she stopped quivering, she stood up and stepped off of the bed. Adam lay back limply, his limbs feeling like wet noodles. Katora quickly pulled the blindfold off of his face and untied his wrists. He flopped back onto the bed, unable to make his muscles work. He looked upwanting to see what hed been missingto find her towering over him, her thin but shapely form glistening with sweat, only the sheer tights on her legs. Her slightly muscular arms and abs explained to him why her small body had no bearing on her strength. He was not disappointed by her lithe-looking body.
He quickly came to realize that she was not done yet when he saw the riding crop poised in her hand. She snapped it across the outside of his thigh before he could react, and he was shocked to find this hurt more than the other whip. She patted his genitals lightly with it, watching his face for a reaction, and he sucked in a breath in fear. She grinned.
Mistress Katora slid the tip of the crop up his shaft, Adam swallowed, not sure if hed like this, and she simply smacked his thigh again, in the exact same spot. He groaned in pain, but was grateful it was his thigh that took the bite. She tossed the riding crop into her other hand, grabbed him by the hair yet again and led him by it to the other end of the bed, facing in the opposite direction. He sat up on his knees, awaiting her next order. To his surprise, she grabbed him by the wrist, put the whip into his hand, and climbed up onto the bed, lying propped up on her elbows with her butt facing him. Adam became very aroused again immediately, but was unsure of what to do. She turned and looked back at him over her shoulder.
Smack me, she said irritably. Adam hesitantly tapped it against one of her butt cheeks. Katora sighed impatiently and looked back at him again. Harder than that! He obeyed, raising it back over his shoulder and bringing it down across her skin. It made a satisfying thwack. Katora hissed inwardly and breathed out a moan. Adam shivered a little, but raised it up again and whipped it across her other cheek. She made the same noises.
Squeeze them and then hit them again, she instructed, enunciating every syllable. He grabbed her left cheek in his big hand, squeezed it in his palm, then moved his hand aside and smacked it quickly again.
Oh, yes, Katora murmured quietly. Adam found he liked this considerably and soon was squeezing and whipping her behind like hed been doing it for years. Finally, Katora, with her eyes now closed and a pleased smirk on her face, lowered herself off her elbows, resting her face against the mattress, and grabbed onto the iron headboard.
Enough. She opened an eye and looked back at him. Lick me, she cooed as she swirled her butt in front of him. Adam dropped the weapon on the floor and leaned in, placing his hands on her hips and slowly tracing his tongue up her clitoris. When she said, Mmm, he dipped his tongue inside her, earning equally approving noises. He moved his tongue up and down, wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked, then shoved his tongue back inside. He didnt have much experience with this, but she seemed to be enjoying it, so he continued. Feeling brave, he bared his teeth and very gently nibbled on her labia. Her muscles tightened and she laughed through a pleased hiss at his brazen act.
What do you want to do, my pet? He looked down at her face to find her smiling up at him sideways, an arousing look of taunting in her eye.
I want to fuck you, he ventured. It felt strange saying something like that to such a beautiful woman, as awkward and nerdy as he knew he was, but that seemed to be what she wanted to hear.
Mmmm, then fuck me, my love, she said as she rolled her hips in circles, hard. Adam swallowed nervously, scooted closer, used his hand to aim, and gradually pushed himself inside her. They both produced low sounds as he slid in deeper, but Katora was remarkably louder than she had been before. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
I said hard, she hissed again. Adam immediately started to thrust his hips faster, slamming his pelvis into her butt cheeks. He gasped when she unexpectedly flexed around him, and started pumping faster. Katora pulled herself closer to the railing, arching her back and moaning louder. Adam was quickly reaching an orgasm again, and when she squeezed her pelvic muscles once more, he shuddered as he felt all his energy slip out of himself and into her. He couldnt hear Katora anymore. His head was swimming and he couldnt tell if she was as immobilized as he was.
He was vaguely aware that he should move, but he couldnt will his muscles to budge. Katora tilted her hips forward and sat up before he could do anything. Adam fell back against the bed. He looked up as she turned towards him, a pleased but cool smirk on her luscious lips. Her braid was slightly disheveled, loose hairs falling around her face and the back of her neck. She looked like a dark, evil goddess. She inched closer to him, reached a hand out toward his neck, hooked a couple of fingers up under the collar hed forgotten he was wearing and pulled him toward her. She brushed her lips against his, and he felt her mouth curve into a smile. He waited for her to kiss him, but she just pushed him back up against the railing and stepped off of the bed. As she stepped, she flicked her leg up and his shirt hit him in the chest.
Get dressed. Adam started putting on his shirt, then did the same with his underwear and jeans as she tossed them at him. She disappeared into the shadows again, making quiet rustling sounds as, he assumed, she got also dressed. Just as he was putting his last boot on, she reappeared; her hair perfectly in place again, her vinyl attire reflecting the dim, and now still, candlelight. She tilted her chin toward the door, and Adam obediently rose from the bed, went to the door and opened it. When he turned to look at her, she was right on his heels. She placed the tips of her fingers between his shoulder blades and pushed him through the doorway. He walked to the front door weakly, unsure if he was dreaming.
At the entryway, Katora grabbed the back of the collar and forced him to bend back a little to put her lips to his ear.
That was extremely mild, Adam, she said in a satin-smooth voice. Come back again if you want it
rougher. Adams eyes widened at the sound of his name. Katora unhooked the collar and slipped it off his throat. She reached around him, turned the knob and swung the door open. She put her palm against his lower back and just before she shoved him out the door, she said, Oh, and happy birthday, Adam.
Adam stumbled out onto the steps and the door clicked softly behind him. He looked up to see his friends leaning casually on the railing to the stairwell, all grinning wickedly.