It started out as some innocent fun. My online profile was just a joke. Sure I thought leather was hot but I never had actually fantasized about sex in leather. So it came as a huge surprise when this dreamy man contacted me and wanted to hook up. I should have read Jon's profile, but all I could do was look at his amazing pictures. If I had to put on a leather outfit to have sex with him it didn't seam like a big deal. Who the fuck cares, anything to get his cock in my ass.
I invited Jon over to my apartment for the night. He didn't seam like the type who would want to waste time with a date. I lived alone so it wasn't a big deal and its not like I would have a roommate around to judge me for my weakness for this hot man. When he asked what I had for gear, I was a little embarrassed. I had to admit that this was all new to me and that I actually didn't own anything more then a leather jacket. I was relieved when this didn't bother him.
Just as it started to get dark outside I heard a buzz alerting me my visitor had arrived. I was a littler nervous; I was hoping I knew what I was getting myself into. The evening would be a total waste if he didn't look anything like his photograph. When he stepped into my apartment my heart skipped a beat and my dick doubled in size. He was far from a disappointment. No he was just like the pictures in his profile, a bad boy persona with tattoos down his arms and two pierced ears. He had on a leather jacket and a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Nice place you have here, where's the bathroom so I can change?" he asked looking around and absorbing his surroundings.
"Ohh its down the hallway and to the right"
It didn't take him long to change. He stepped out and was in some leather chaps and some sort of harness. He also had on an armband. This is the first time I had ever seen someone dressed up like this in person and I had to admit it looked pretty hot. I just kind of sat there with my mouth open staring in awe. When I looked up at his face I noticed that he looked pissed. "Why the fuck do you still have you cloths on? Quit wasting my time, this dick needs action."
Huh? What was he talking about? I expected to have sex with him tonight when I had him over, but I never imagined he would be so forward. I was dumbstruck and a little afraid with that look on his face. I tore off my shirt and pants and stood before him only in my briefs.
He strutted over and said "You really are new at this." Then pushed me onto the bed and yanked off my underwear. "Stay there." He barked to me and walked over to his bad and grabbed a few things. When he returned he made me roll onto my belly. I couldn't see what he was doing but he straddled my back and lifted my head to put a collar around my neck.
I thought leather sex just entailed wearing leather and having sex a little rougher. I didn't know I would have to wear a collar. It felt so demeaning. It was when I heard the snap of a lock that I really freaked out. Who the hell padlocks a collar around their neck. Where was the key? I frantically started to struggle. I didn't care how hot he was this was getting pretty strange for me.
"So you like to struggle aye?" He punched me in my kidney. Damn it hurt, and took the fight right out of me for a few moments. I took a second to catch my breath, preparing to jostle this freak off of me. It was a second I didn't have. He pulled my arms and buckled on a couple of leather cuffs and just as I was about to really try to force myself free I heard the snap of a second padlock.
"Hey what's going on? What do you think you are doing? Let.." I was cut off as he put some sort of gag with a ring into my mouth. I tried gurgling more questions and demands but he talked right over me.
"Listen up bitch, if I wanted conversation I would have gone to the bar with my pals. Shut the fuck up. I am in control now and you will do what I say." He punched me again in the kidney. My body tried to curl into the fetal position from the pain but I was pinned on the bed by his hot body. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled up my head and inserted a black dildo into the O-ring gag I had on. I couldn't stop the dildo from entering, hell I wasn't able to stop anything from entering. It wasn't a huge dildo but it slid right in and came to the stop at the back of my throat. I gagged and thought I was going to puke. Tears streaming down my face. I finally got control of the gag reflex and realized that the dildo had a breathing tube, so I wouldn't suffocate.
He was moving quickly. He had managed to shut me up, immobilized my hands and was now working on my feet. This was my last chance and I knew it. I had to do something before he took away the use of my legs. I had no idea what I would do locked up with a dildo jammed into my throat and my arms locked behind my back but I had to do something. I kicked with my legs and rolled off the bed onto the floor.
Now I felt like an idiot, where was I going to go, and as I was trying to get up onto my feet, with my arms pinned behind me, he managed to pounce on me again and slapped me across the face. "You are really starting to piss me off you dickhead." He said and took away the last freedom I had when he buckled leather cuffs onto both my legs and then padlocked them together as well.
All I could do was squirm like a worm. I looked up into his eyes, tears flowing down my cheeks, bruises forming on my body, and quivering in fear, I realized I had made a huge mistake. I suppose I should have taken the time to research what leather sex entailed.