Bondage and Discipline, Sadists and Masochists in a small suburban town.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is total fiction about the darker sides of sex and the dirty little secrets we all have. The story is graphic so beware.

Submitted: November 02, 2013

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A ford expoler pulls up into a cobblestone driveway that lays the groundwork for a marvelous two story colonial house with a white picket fence and an American flag that sways gently every time the wind hits it. The sun is sinking down past the earth's edge and the moon is rising on the other end of the worlds spectrum and together they create a clashing of colours that inhabit the sky. Red and orange turn into a pink haze with the help of light pollution and unnatural clouds. The face of the house is covered in shade and with the sun setting from its behind, together they make a beatiful silhouette that nobody will ever notice. A middle aged women steps out of the ford explorer holding a plastic grocery bag in each hand. She shuts the door behind her and locks the car with an automatic device. There is a narrow pathway leading from the driveway to the front door and this pathway criss-crosses its way through a labrinth of bright red rose bushes that were fully blossomed and letting off a dazzaling fragrance that no man made perfume make. She begins to walk down the pathway and when she is halfway to her front door and standing at the heart of her rose labrinth, she stops and sets the two plastic bags down by her feet. She turns to the rose bush a picks a solitary rosebud from it and is instantly consumed by its everlasting youth. Whenever her rose bushes felt hidious they could just shed their old rosebuds and within no time the bush would grow new rosebuds and its beauty would once again shine. She felt envy for the bush because day after day she could feel her breasts and buttocks drooping lower and lower with the helpful hand of father time. She was still an extremely acttractive women but she was no longer cute or fresh and no amount of plastic surgery could change that. She longs for the fresh feeling that rose in her hand has and its ability to catch any persons eye. She throws the rosebud away from her body and picks up the two plastic bags in a fluster and continues to walk to the houses front door.

 

The front door is tall and a brighter red than any rosebud ever grown and on the middle of the door hangs a brass knocker. She slides a key into the doors lock and opens the massive piece of wood and makes her way inside. The inside of the house is grand and the first room you would walk into after coming in the front door was a room with ceilings that raised themselves up to the roof and from the center of the ceiling hung a crystal chandelier. To the left and to the right were doors that lead elsewhere and in the center of the room sat a dual staircase that lead to the upstairs bedrooms. The room was vacant and probably had no paticular use except to boast the owners wealth visualy. She turned to her right and went through a doorway that lead to the houses kitchen. In the kitchen sat a stove with ten burners, two ovens, a walk-in cupboard and one of the most technologically advanced refrigerators the markets have to offer. She sets the plastic bags down on one of the many counters the room has to offer and begins to sort through the goods. Cold food goes first and in a few seconds she is in the walk-in cupboard putting the dry food away and day dreaming about a hot bath and her favorite soap opera. She is ready to relax and relaxation comes in many different forms for all the odd people spinning on this rock called earth.

 

She sets a can of tuna down on a shelf and it is the last to be put away. She walks over to the kitchen sink and turns it on, letting the warm water roll over her hands as she rubs them together to make the dirt go away. The senseations of warmth make her feel secure and in her moment of security she hears a creak in the hardwoo floor that vaguely resembles a foot step. She turns around and before she can scream a short man with a ski mask on puts her to sleep with a rag soaked in chloroform. She falls limp in his hands and he struggles with her for a moment while manuvering her into a better position for transportation.

 

" Ummmm, I got her!" He yells out.

 

" Bring her in here, hurry up kid..." The voice is quick and haggard and it came from the next room.

 

" And don't for get the electrical tape!"

 

" I got it ya old bastard uummmph." The man in the ski mask mummbles these words as he puts his arms under her shoulders and interlocks his fingers around her stomach. He is only about five foot four inches and it is terribly difficult for him to make any progress with the middle aged womens limp body. He shimmies his way backwards through the kitchen and through a door well into a dimly lit room.

 

On the far end of the room sits a smothly cut stone fireplace that has a fire in it and next to it stands a fat man in a ski mask whom continues to feed the fire from a wood basket as the shorter intruder makes his way into the room with the women in his arms. The room is all hard wood, even the walls and ceiling, and in the middle of the room there is a red velvet couch with thin wooden legs and armrests. In front of the couch there is a dinner table but no chairs and there is nothing on the table yet. Above the fireplace there is a portrait of the unconcious women and a man posing. Next to the fat man in the ski masks feet sits a black metal case with a built in lock. The man throws a piece of wood into the fire just before he stretches his thick body out. He raises his arms above his head and lets out a prolonged yawn that is followed up by a smile that is barely visible under the mask.

 

" Restricted blood flow my boy, that is the key." He says.

 

" UUmmph, fuck man she looks thin man but fuck is this chick heavy." The shorter man in the ski mask is at the red velvet couch now and he is laying the women down on it as these words come out of his mouth.

 

" Are you listening you imbecile, to achieve what we want to you must listen carefully and follow my instructions to a T."

 

" Yea, Restriction to the blood flow and such."

 

" The arms, legs, and breast must be wrapped tightly in electrical tape to achieve this my boy, are you listening."

 

" Yea man I'm listening."

 

" Then why are you not stripping her." The fat man in the ski mask said.

 

"Ohh ok."

 

The young man began to undress the women. First he took off her shoes and then her pantyhoses with extreme care. Then he unbuttoned her dress and slid off her skin so her pale body was exposed with only a bra and panties on. He pulls the electrical tape from his back pocket a starts to wrap the tape around her thighs and armpits so tightly that the imprints will surely stay even after it has been taken off for a week. He begins to do the same to her breast when he is stopped by his companion.

 

" I wanna do this part. It has always been an extreme pleasure of mine to see the breast tightly restricted so that they buldge out in a ineffable way its, its, its beautiful, the human anatomy and phyisology are two things I could never get tired of."

 

" What should I do?"

 

" Get my briefcase and put it on the table this won't take any longer than that."

 

The black metal box glimmered with the fire next to it and it let off an ominous presence. The short man walks over to the case and his shoes creak every time they touch the fragile hard wood floor. He looks down at the case and feels the warmth of the fire on his face. He picks up the case and he can feel its contents but he tries to imagine it is not real, maybe doing so will make its contents disapear but he still can feel the cases weight so he brings it over to the dinner table. He stands there above the black metal box gazing at it and tring to think of a million things that could fit in it except what was actually in it.

 

" Done, pardon my french my boy but that is how you tie a titty." The fat man said proudly.

 

The women lays on the couch hog tied with tape and her two breast are about to pop. The fat man rubs his hands together in approval and looks back at the shorter man.

 

" Hey buddy don't worry, its just about to get fun."

 

The fat man walks over to the table were his acomplice stands and puts his hand on the acomplices shoulder.

 

" Go sit down next to her I got this, I am a master of presentation and if I am not mistaken that chloroform will be wearing off soon and that means it is almost showtime my boy, showtime."

 

The shorter man turns away and walks over to the couch but before he sits down the fat man yells catch and throws him a ball gag. He puts it on the women and sits down on the couch with her face next to his lap. The man looks at her face and can see crows feet forming around them and the way she is laying makes her chin dangle a bit to the side. Slowly her eyes begin to lurk open and the sight of the masked man sitting next to her causes her thrash around violently and the short man has to get up and subdue her.

 

" She's all tied up and you still can't keep her under control, come on my boy get a grip on it!"

 

" I got her, I got her don't worry," he said this as he struggled to keep her still. After a few moments of this she loses her breath and the man easily keeps her in one place.

 

" Well now that you are all done, welcome madame. I am Professer Nicklebottom and this is my assistant, Mr. Fleed." The fat man said this sarcastically and as he did so the woman screamed into the ball gag with all the power her lungs have to offer.

 

The fat man takes hold of the black metal case sitting on the table and slides his fingers over the top of the lock making the case unlock itself. From the case he pulls out a table cloth and then he proceeds to lay it out across the table. The cloth is the same bright red as the velvet couch and the colours make a great contrast with the rest of the dark wooden room. Next he retreives an array of sex toys from the black metal case, and lays them out one by one extremely carefully on the table. He comes equipped with a variety of sexual devices, some for pleasure and others for pain, and he is very carefull to keep each toy seperate, clean, and organized into its fitting category. The first row he lays out consists of dildos, butt-plugs, and just about anything you can stuff into a human being. The row beneath the dildos consists of electronic vibrating masses that don't exaclty fit inside a person without some sort of force. Under the vibrating cones and cubes sits an all star line up of medival torture clamps and spreaders. The last to come out of the case is a tasseled leather whip with a red embroidery on the handle of an upside down cross.

 

" Spread her legs." The fat man says this as he walks around the table towards the woman. In his hands he has a plastic trigger that is connected to a long tube that has a suction cup on its end. The young man pulls a knife from his pocket a cuts the tape around the womans ankles before spreading them apart. She lays on her back, squishing her bound hands, screaming into the ball gag as the short man stretches her legs as flat as a board. The older man places the suction cup onto the womans genitales and presses down on the plastic trigger. She squirms in undeniable pleasure while her genitales swell up to the size of a grape fruit.

 

" Keep her still."

 

The fat man walks back over to the table of sex devices and grabs a pink twelve inch glass dildo and the tasseled leather whip. With a glass dildo in one hand and a leather whip in the other, the man casually strolls back over to the chaos and shoves the glass dildo deep inside the woman. The shorter man is now undressing in a hurry, his hands are shaking as he unbuckles his pants and unties his shoes, and while he does this the fat man begins to whip the womans thighs with the whip as he yells.

 

" I am your master now bitch and I will make you explode."

 

The shorter man takes off the ball gag and before the woman can scream the short man stuffs his penis into her mouth silencing her. The fat man continues to fuck her with the glass dildo and whip her in intervals and with the shorter mans penis in her mouth she begins to lose her breath and choke. The fat man begins to laugh at her as she chokes on her own spit but the short mans stomach starts to feel sick and the ethics of the whole thing go under great scrutiny in the short mans mind. It was not untill the fat man jams a string of beads into the womans back door that the short man yanks his penis out of the womans mouth and takes a step back. There he stands under the fires shadow with his manhood fully erect watching a scene that will never be washed away from his memories. He watches the fat man take the glass out of the woman just before inserting the butt end of the tassled leather whip deep into a place it does not belong.

 

" I can't fucking do this anymore you guys i'm sorry its like midnight already. I gotta go." The short man said.

 

The fat man stops fucking the woman with the butt end of the whip as soon as the short man says this and both the fat man and woman look at the short man. He takes of his ski mask and it is obvious that he is no man but a boy not a day over sixteen. He rubs his head and begins to shake it back and forth.

 

" You little fucking pussy, come here and make me squirt. I don't give a god damn if its your bedtime we have got a fucking score to settle." The woman yells this vulgar statement at the boy as she wiggles toward him on the hard wood floor.

 

The fat man takes his ski mask off as the woman screams curses at the boy and he is one and the same as the man in the painting above the fire. His stomach was a round cresent that hung out far above his penis and I would be suprised if he could even see it. The stomach was hairy and drenched in sweat and with dim lighting in the room and a whip in his hand he looked like what I can only describe as a sex troll.

 

" What the fuck do we pay you for if your not even ganna finish me off. After a long wee all I want is a little fun a you got to ruin it for me and now I have to finish myself off because god knows this fat fuck can't!"

 

The woman screams and screams but it does not stop the boy from picking up his close and making a hasty retreat. He walks at a fast pace through the magnificent kitchen and stops in the large room that has no particular use and begins to dress himself under the light of the crystal chandelier. Once dressed he walks out of the house through its tall red door, down its narrow brick pathway that criss-crosses through a rose bush labrinth, and out past its white picket fence. He walks in the middle of the street with a little guidance from the moons light and the way it reflects and glimmers in the windows on the cars on the street reminds him of the way the fire glimmered on the middle aged womans breasts. He contemplates returning to finish all over her chest but another memory of a fat pudgy stomach covered in hair resurfaces and he is quickly persuaded not to. Albiet,on his whole walk home the only thing he can think of is whether or not leaving was the right thing to do and if it is considered wrong to have been there in the first place. I guess it depends on the indivduals definition of right and wrong. A few houses down, not even a block, sits the boys very own home. The boy slowly walks across his lawn and stops at the door with a cold chill running down his spine. All he wants is sleep but the downstairs lights are on and from outside the late show with David Letterman is audible. He knows who is watching and it is the last two people he wants to see right now with his raging case of blue balls and pussy stank all over him. He opens the door and walks into the house. In the living room sits a middle aged man and woman eating popcorn and enjoying the late show. The boy tries to creep past them undetected but fails and is spotted.

 

" Hey there little buddy," the man says.

 

" Ohh hey dad, hey mom." The boy says.

 

" Hey honey how was baby sitting for the Millers, that little boy of theirs can be a real handful huh?" His mother says.

 

" Ohh yea cute baby and overall great kid but that whole family is a bit sideways, I'm glad I have you two for parents." The boys says.

 

" We love you to." They say this simultaneously and chuckle after the words come out.

 

The boy runs up the houses stairs as his parents are busy ogling at each other and without a moments notice is gone from their sight and in his room. His room is very plain and has no posters or pictures up. All that inhabits the room is a bed, a desk, a book shelf littered with books, and a large trunk with a key lock latched to it. He kneels down next to it and unlocks it with a small key that has been in his pocket all night. From his back pocket he pulls out the ski mask and throws it into the trunk without paying much attention to it. He then pulls out a small digital camera from his pocket and turns it on. The whole of the night is on the camera and if anyone where ever to see it there would be hell to pay for the sadists in this small suburban town.

 

To be continued.........

 

 

 

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