Keisha

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A while ago, a friend of mine challenged me to try writing something spicy. With that challenge, I created the tale of Peter and Keisha, and their adventure into the world of domination. As you can guess, this one is not for the kiddies, and is totally different than anything I ever wrote. I hope you enjoy the story.

Before Fifty Shades of anything, there was Keisha.

An overweight girl who had fantasies of being controlled by a man, Keisha (a name she created, not her own) wanted to be dominated. She lived with a man who abused her, and she figured that if she could first enter a domination relationship, she could gain the internal strength to battle the man who actually controlled her every move. Although this may confuse some, it made perfect sense to Keisha.

She posted an ad in a local dating site in the Internet.

SUBMISSIVE WOMAN LOOKING FOR A MASTER

AVERAGE BUILD, EXPERIENCED IN ALL TYPES OF DOMINATION
INQUIRE BY EMAIL

Peter was a lonely man. He was a petty, complaining, always feeling sorry for himself type of guy. He had survived many bad relationships where he had been hurt by many of them. Left battered and without confidence, he was about to give up. Peter began looking for something a bit different, maybe something to help his failing self confidence. He found her ad.

Although Peter had never done this sort of thing before, he seen it as the perfect opportunity. This woman was from a city where Peter had never been, and despite the four hour drive, he figured it was well worth it. Hindsight 20/20.

I READ YOUR AD. IF YOU THINK YOU ARE WORTHY OF AN ENCOUNTER, MEET ME AT THE LOCAL COFFEE SHOP AT SEVEN SHARP. IF YOU DO NOT SHOW, I WILL LEAVE. WEAR A RED THONG. ALSO, PURCHASE A SPIKED DOG COLLAR, RED IN COLOR. WEAR THIS AT THE COFFEE SHOP. I WILL FIND YOU.

He hit ‘Send’ on the website and waited. It didn’t take long for a reply. An email was returned stating the following:

“I will meet you there on Monday, while my boyfriend is working”

“I hope you accept me”

Keisha.

……………………………………

Before he would meet Keisha, Peter had to brush up on all this Domination stuff. He had seen some of the stuff, mostly in porns and magazines, but he had not been ready for what he was about to discover. Visiting a local sex shop, Peter inquired to the owner, who claimed to be an expert on this sort of thing, and even had a room available for couples interested in delving into this lifestyle.

Fred, the owner of Fooling Around and Having Fun, a local sex shop that has gathered its share of commotion in the small town where he set up shop, was happy to give Peter a tour of his establishment. The room lay behind a secret wall in the shop. Peter wondered why all the secrecy; he quickly realized why the place was kept such a secret upon entering. On the walls hung handcuffs and other restraints, made from steel, vinyl and leather. There were whips of all sizes, and even a large torture table in the center of the room. On a large display shelf there lay all sorts of paddles, gags and sex toys, all black and all very scary to naive Peter. At first he was tempted to run and never look back, but there was something  urging him to learn  more, so that he didn’t appear green to the supposedly experienced Keisha.

By the time he had left the store, he had already invested over $500 into his little adventure, and he was now anxious to meet the mystery lady. The next morning, Peter traveled to the neighboring town, rented a hotel room (in a different name) and prepared for the coming night. He planned to meet Keisha, maybe share coffee, and then let things  happen from there. Before the meet, he had thought of something else.

The city seemed busy on this day, and despite getting to the hotel early in the day, Peter found that the day had flew past and it was already time to meet Keisha. He dressed in the darkest clothing he owned and ventured out to the coffee shop. When he arrived, he ordered himself a coffee and sat at a booth facing the door. Each time a woman entered, Peter scoped out in search of the red dog collar around her neck. He sat for about an hour, finally deciding that this must have been a hoax, and left the building. On his way out the door he seen a woman, rather large in size, with a Gothic look enter the building. As much as he fantasized a tall dark and shapely woman as Keisha, he would soon discover that his prey would appear much different. He noticed one more thing…a red dog collar wrapped tightly around her neck with a small chain hanging from it, draping across her red sweater.

Peter turned and headed back into the building and approached the woman. “Keisha I assume?” he said. She kept walking, until she reached the table where he was first sat. She sat and stared at the door. Peter returned to the table, and sat on the side of the woman. He handed her a small note that he had prepared in the hotel.

YOU ARE NOW MY SLAVE. YOU WILL HAVE TO WORK TO GAIN ANY RESPECT. YOUR FIRST TEST WILL BE A SIMPLE ONE. GO TO THE LADIES ROOM, REMOVE YOUR RED THONG. TAKE THE THONG BACK OUT WITH YOU, IN FULL VIEW OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM. HANG THE THONG  ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT AND SIT THERE. DO NOT SPEAK,  YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THE RIGHT TO SPEAK YET. WHEN YOU COME OUT, I WILL BE GONE. COME OUT OF THE COFFEE SHOP. I WILL BE IN A CAB WAITING FOR YOU. YOU ARE TO SIT IN THE BACK SEAT AND SAY NOTHING.

With that, Peter left the shop and sat in the cab. He asked that the driver pull up to the window so that he could see whether she had followed his instructions. As he sat in the cab a terrible thought hit him. What about if this wasn’t Keisha?

While sitting in the cab, he glared toward the window of the coffee shop. The night was a wet one, rain pelting down. In between the rain that covered both the window of the cab and that of the shop window, it was difficult to determine whether Keisha (he hoped it was Keisha or he would be facing some scary sexual harassment charges) would go through with the challenge. He did notice that the seating had changed, in that the end of the chair now glowed a bright red hue. An urge of sexual excitement went through his body as he seen that not only did she leave her panties on the edge of the chair, but also her bra. Seeing her leave the shop and enter the back seat of the cab almost sent him over the edge, but he knew that if he was going to be the dominating part of the relationship, he had to at least last until they reached the hotel room.

Once she was in the cab, Peter told her to sit still. He advised the cabbie to wait for one more  second, as he ran to the coffee shop to retrieve the underwear belonging to his future sex slave. With that, the cab containing Peter and Keisha left the parking lot and headed for the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel, Peter led Keisha by the chain, like a dog. He figured this would lower her self esteem to the point that he could control her every action…at least that is what the guy in the sex shop told him to do. She was a willing participant, and followed like a trusty dog.

When they entered the hotel room, Peter worried that he might seem amateur to Keisha, especially since he was unaware of her experience in this sort of thing. He was amazed that she said nothing, simply following him towards the bed. With that, she began to undress. Peter stopped her before she had taken anything off. “You are not worthy to show your ugly body in my presence yet!” he commanded, again taking the advice of Fred in the Sex Shop. “And another thing, I want you to keep your ad on the classified ad, but I want a few changes. For the first thing, I want you to change your name from “Submissive looking for Domination” to “Fat Girl looking to be controlled by a master”. I want you to change your body type from average to overweight, and finally, I want you to add “also interested in an intimate encounter with a woman”. Do that and I might just allow you to undress before me.”

Keisha simply nodded, realizing that she had not been given permission to speak yet.

“Before we go any further, I have to ask this. If I exceed where you are willing to go, I need a word to make me stop. I choose the word “Purple Rose”. If you are uncomfortable with anything I am doing, simply say “Purple Rose” and I will stop, and the relationship  will then end. You will not tell anyone, even your boyfriend, of anything that occurs during our sessions, and you shall not delve into my personal life in any manner. Do you understand?”

Before she replied, Peter removed a large ‘Cat O Nine tails made from pure black leather and slapped it in his hands. Seeing this, Keisha was quick to respond.

“I agree with all you have said and requested Master” she said, quietly.

With that, Peter took the whip and cracked it across her leg, as she winced in pain. “I never gave you permission to speak, who do you think you are? If I say ‘Speak’, you can speak, and only when I say so.”

She simply nodded, realizing that Peter meant business. He was amazed at how quickly he was learning the dominating role and how much he enjoyed it.

“If I want to contact you, I have to know how to do so. I have created an email, you are to do so as well. I also need to know where you work, and how you spend your day. If I am to control you, I have to know these things and if you don’t tell me, then pack your bags and leave now.”

“I work at a video store in the city. I can create an email address of your choosing. I have a cell  phone, and will  leave you my number so that when you call, I obey. Is there anything else Master?”

With that, he again cracked her with the whip, this time across the shoulders. “What’s this I hear? You are talking. I never told you to speak, are you stupid or something?”

Again she nodded.

“I created you an email address. The address is ‘Dirtywhore32@mail.com’. You will log in with the username ‘Worthless Slut’ and the  password ‘ObeyMaster’. he said, in a loud and commanding voice.

“Nod if you understand” He said,  and she did so. “Now you have my permission to speak, but only until you tell me where you live and your cell number.”

“Where I live? I never agreed to tell you where I live, this is not part of the deal!” she said.

“You keeping information like this from me gives you power. I am here to strip you of your decency and your power. Either you tell me where you live or get lost!” he said, in an angry voice that scared Keisha.

“I live at 1349 Wellington  Road. My number is 657-8976. Please don’t call during the evening, as my son and boyfriend are home and I don’t want to have to explain this to them or anybody else” she said.

Peter noted the information, opened the door and proceeded to push Keisha out the door.

“Get out, you dirty whore. I will contact you in the future if I want your disgusting body in my presence. Go home, shave your entire body. The only hair allowed on your body will be your hair and eyebrows. I want to see a clean shaven body the next time I see you. Now get your ugly self out of my sight. Get your own cab home!” He ordered. Peter couldn’t believe the words he was saying, but they simply flowed out with ease.

Keisha grabbed her things and ran for the door. As she left, Peter thought of one more thing to steal her self confidence. He schemed his next move. When she was clearly out of the room and heading for the parking lot, Peter retrieved her red silk thongs and held them in his hands. He then took an empty video case he had found in a dresser beneath the television in the hotel room. He put the thongs into the empty case, and wrote “Purple Rose” on the case where the name of the movie would be written. He hailed a cab to the “Enchanted Video” which was the video store where Keisha worked. He then took the movie case containing her panties and dropped it into the movie return chute. Laughing to himself, he headed back home.

………………………….

Peter was up early this morning. For once, he was actually excited to go to work. Peter was an ad executive at a local newspaper. Work was not Peter’s favorite place, as he was constantly picked on for being a meek, quiet person. Even the woman at the office gave him a hard time, often laughing when he spoke, making him feel inferior.

This day was different. When Peter entered the office, he did not say hello as he usually did. He simply headed for his desk and began working. He had an exciting evening last night, and his newly acquired power shone brightly this morning. When Sally, the boss’ sexy secretary passed by, Peter refrained from looking at her ass, as he did most mornings, instead choosing to ignore her totally.  One thing about Sally, she enjoyed the attention of men, all men. She expected Peter to glance at her ass, which was quite easy to see, given the short skirt that she wore today. When he didn’t pay any attention to her at all, it bothered her.

“What are you gone gay or something? You too good to look? You afraid you will go in your pants?” she said to Peter, who was now  in his own world and miles away from anything going on in the office. Peter was planning the next encounter, if there will be one.

“Wha..What the hell are you talking about you dirty slut?” he asked Sally

Astonished by this, Sally seemed to enjoy the new Peter. “What? You called me a slut? Who are you to call me a slut, you little simpleton!” she replied.

Peter ignored her and went on with his work, and his planning. Sally crouched down before Peter, her blouse now open  in front of him. Her large breasts, probably paid for by the boss, who made sure to take real good care of Sally, hung in front of Peter. “Put your shirt on for the love of hell, and get some respect!” Peter ordered.

Sally stood in front of Peter, her face actually blushing red. It seemed like she liked the new Peter, but he showed no interest in her or her advancements.

The day seemed to drag on forever, and during lunch, Peter decided to call Keisha, and see if she wanted another encounter.

When he called, Keisha was quick to answer. In a whispering voice, almost sobbing, she said “This is not a good time. My boyfriend just beat me up. He found that although he was out drinking with his buddies and that he came home reeking of cheap perfume, I was home late and that was not satisfactory to him. I am ordered to remain inside this week. We will have to wait another week before we meet again. Oh yeah, thanks a lot for the embarrassment at work this morning.  One of the girls who collects the returned video tapes found a case containing my panties. I almost died when she brought them to the counter, accusing people of being perverted and treating this as a sick prank. My face must have told all, as my co-worker actually asked whether the panties were mine.”

Peter simply laughed out loud.  His plan of lowering her self esteem worked great, but he hadn’t planned on her getting hurt.  He never meant any harm to come to his future sex slave, and perhaps her boyfriend would eventually meet with some pain for hurting her.

“Okay, I understand, you need some time.  That’s okay with me.” Peter assured her.

That night, Peter went home, but not alone. The boss’ tramp, Sally accompanied Peter home. Just a few days ago, she would never give Peter the time of day, but now all she wanted to do was get him in bed and make wild love to him, the man  who had stood up to her, even ignored her. Who was he to do this? She would be quick to find out.

When they got to Peter’s apartment, he wasted no time in tying her to the bed. Using his tie, he bound her hands tightly to the brass bed rails. He ripped her shirt off, her large breasts almost leaping from the shirt. Her feet were next, each foot tied tightly with bands he had purchased from the encounters he planned with Keisha. This new power is  fantastic. Sally had long slender legs and a tight tummy. When he looked down at her, bound at the hands and feet, his sexual excitement grew to the point that he could not wait to make love to her, and prove to her that he was all man.

“Wow, I never thought of you this way,” she said. “Do whatever you want to this little girl, just let me call you daddy while you do it!” she said.

What a sick woman this is, Peter thought, but that didn’t stop him from making wild passionate love to her.

“Your daddy is going to get you good” he said. Peter couldn’t believe he was uttering those words, and he couldn’t believe he was actually making love to the boss’ sexy secretary. If he could only tell the guys at work, but none of them would believe him; besides, if the boss gets wind that Peter is screwing the secretary, his job will be history.

“Who would have figured that the office geek was such a man, just wait until I tell the girls about this one,” she said, as she puffed on a cigarette.

“Put your clothes on, I have plans for the evening” Peter said. He called a cab, and  advised Sally to keep this between the two of them, and maybe a few of the ladies at the office.

“Nothing is going to fool up my plans, nothing and nobody!” he thought. “This is power and I love  it”

After Sally was long  gone, Peter phoned Keisha. Instead of Keisha answering, a male voice responded to the call.

“This is Paul. Leave my woman alone you sick bastard, or you will have to deal with me. Keisha is lying here next to me where she belongs. If I see you around you are a dead man!” the voice said.

Peter was quick to hang up the phone. “This won’t be good, nobody is taking my new power from me, not Keisha, not Sally, not my fat ass boss, and definitely not this asshole!”

With that, Peter went to the closet and gathered a few old pipes he was gathering for the scrap metal dealer. One of the pipes measured about three inches in diameter and four feet in length. Peter wrapped one end of the pipe with duct tape, and wiping the entire pipe down with alcohol to remove any fingerprints, he looked at the pipe and said “Pipe, you are going to make a new friend named Keisha’s Boyfriend’s Head!”

Peter loaded the pipe into his trunk, along with a pair of black leather gloves and a ski mask. He grabbed a small piece of paper containing the address of one Keisha Henderson and headed down the road towards her home.

…..

“What the hell am I doing? A week ago I was happy being the office geek, the butt of others jokes, the guy the girls laughed at, now here I am on my way to do God knows what to some dude. I am not a violent person, but all this attention at work from the ladies, and that thing with Keisha, I don’t want to lose her, not now at least. That Paul dude, I don’t have any idea what he looks like, I only have his cell phone number.” Peter thought.

Times sure have changed in a very short time. Who would have imagined that Peter of all people would have fallen this deep into the world of S&M, and so quick! One encounter where rules were set and already he managed to bed the boss’ girl, what’s next? Orgies after work?

Peter pulled into the driveway where Keisha lived. He knocked on the door, only to find it locked. “Where is he, I am this far, I have to keep going” He thought.

Peter decided to look for Keisha’s car, Paul probably had it, and since there was only one bar in town that would put up with his antics, Peter figured to check there.

The lot where the Hang Our Bar sat was almost empty tonight, except for one or two cars parked near the door. Peter noticed Keisha’s minivan as one of them. Since he had no idea what Paul looked like, he came up with a plan. He would be waiting outside in the parking lot, dressed with his ski mask on and donning the steel pipe he brought with him. Rather than enter the bar, he would call Paul on his cell and tell him that he accidentally ran into the minivan. That should set the asshole off.

After making the call and talking to Paul, he set himself up. Paul came out just as planned, but before he could get a chance to say anything, Peter swung the heavy pipe, making contact with Paul’s forehead, knocking the man to the ground. A fire inside Peter began to burn like never before, and after the first swing made contact, he kept on swinging and pounding the big man until he could no longer lift the pipe. By then Paul was dead, bludgeoned to death in an empty parking lot. Peter had seen enough crime shows on television to know not to leave prints. He took the pipe, wrapped it in an old blanket and hid it under his spare tire in the trunk. He then went into the bar to check to see whether Keisha was there. When he got in, he was surprised to find that the only person  in the bar was an old cranky looking bartender who obviously wanted no part of him, choosing to turn away from Peter rather than asking if he wanted a drink. With this, Peter headed for his car and left the area.

Peter was amazed at how he was so violent, how he pretty much busted a guy’s head open and how he actually killed a man, and it didn’t bother him. What was the lure of domination doing to him? He thought for a while, almost to the point of turning himself in to the police when the phone rang. It was Keisha, and she was in a bad way.

“Paul’s dead, someone killed him. Some bastard killed the only man I ever loved. I would like to kill that idiot. I am so scared, maybe I am next, maybe they killed Paul because of me. Can I come over? I need to be with someone now.” she said.

Still wearing the clothes he wore as he took care of business with Paul, still covered in the man’s blood and God knows what else, he stood there thinking. Not of how sorry he was that he killed someone, that he killed Keisha’s boyfriend, not afraid he would be caught, but of what he will do to Keisha when she arrived. “She is vulnerable now, perfect chance to dominate her even more!” he thought.

What had he become?

…

Peter was still preparing for the night’s activities when he heard the buzzer. Rather than answer it, Peter headed for the lobby of the apartment building. Still feeling the high and the rage he gained from killing Paul, he rushed towards the door, grabbed the chain  that he ordered Keisha to wear around her neck, and proceeded to drag her up the stairs. Her feet collapsed from the tug that he gave the chain, but he paid no attention. Even when she screamed with pain,  he continued to drag her up the stairs, as if he was possessed.

When he reached his apartment, he threw Keisha on the bed, ripped off her clothing, and taking her by the wrists, he dragged her across the room to the doorway where he restrained her from one side of the door to the other, arms stretched, feet barely touching the floor.

“You want to be dominated BITCH? You want to have a man take control? This is your lucky day!” he yelled, like a madman.

Keisha wondered if the excitement she felt was rage, fear or a warped combination of the two, but all  of a sudden, all of her doubts that Peter was not up to the task of being her master were gone now, replaced by the anticipation  of whatever torture he had planned for her.

Once he had her secured to the door box, he took out a large whip and began slapping her ass, the first few  times gentle, and then each time lashing the whip  harder  and harder,  until she screamed in agony. When she yelled out the words “Purple Rose”, the words  they agreed upon when the game became too much to bear, he ignored her words and continued to beat her.

Once she was exhausted from the  pain, he released her. He laid her upon the bed, and for a minute, the old Peter arose, asking  whether she wanted to end the game.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how long I have waited to find a man  like  you? Do you know how long I have fantasized about this? A man  who took total control  of me, beating me and leaving me battered, and still thinking enough of me to ask if I was alright? Bring it on, let me see what you got!” she said.

“This is one sick  puppy!” Peter thought, and with that, he began to  disrobe in front of Keisha, who was now sitting up at the edge of the bed. As he stood naked in front of her, his first thought  was to force her to perform oral sex on him, but then his weakness was discarded and the beast in him returned.

Keisha reached out to touch him, her taunt breasts and her smoothly shaven body glistening in the fluorescent lighting of his apartment, temptation was taking over his rage. He fought the urge to make love  to this woman and proceeded with his plans.

“What are you doing, touching your master without his permission? You are not good enough  to touch me, let alone suck me off. You are nothing but a worthless whore,  and no worthless whore is going to touch me, let alone suck me”

Peter may have uttered those words, but in reality,  he really wanted her, he wanted to make love to her and let her show him  how she desired the attention of her master…but that would ruin his future plans. That  and the fact that if he made  her wait long enough, when he finally  decided to let her make love to him, the ecstasy would be amazing. He didn’t  want to cheat himself of  that.

Peter grabbed a set of handcuffs he had stowed beneath the bed, and taking her hands, he bound her wrists with the cuffs. He used the leather gag he had bought at the sex store to gag her mouth, and he blindfolded Keisha,  bound her feet and dragged her to the room that lay beneath  the first  flight of stairs, into a room  that served as storage for the apartment  occupants. In a room filled with old  boxes and trunks and all sorts of trash bags, he secured Keisha to a few boards that he fastened to the wall in an ‘X’ shape. Her hands tied to opposing ends of the structure and her feet tied at the bottom, he threw a blanket over her and left her.

He pulled  the wire gate that closed the room  off to trespassers, turned out the  light, and left  Keisha alone in the dark, damp basement room.

…

As if nothing had ever happened, and he didn’t have a naked, beaten and bound girl in his basement, Peter headed to work. The night had been a wild one, first with the killing of a stranger Peter had never met, and then with the horrifying beating he laid on Keisha; still, Peter was able to get a good night’s sleep once he had left Keisha in the basement.

Upon his arrival at work, Peter was greeted by Alexandria, a beautiful red head that he always wanted to date, but due to office rumors and the fact that he was such a geek, he never attempted even asking her out.

With big blue eyes and a body that most men dream of, Alexandria approached Peter. “A few of us girls were talking to Sally the other day, and all she could talk about was the date you guys went on! I was thinking…maybe me and you? How about it?” she asked, Peter’s mouth all but hanging.

“Yo..You want to date me? Why? What do I have now that I never had before?” he asked.

“I am not sure, but whatever it is, I want some of it. How about your place at nine? Please say yes!” she said, almost begging. ‘Oh, and I want you to do the same thing to me as you did with Sally!”

Peter never said anything, but he did nod. Hell, he didn’t think words would come out even if he wanted them to. He nodded, and she winked and laughed with excitement.

The day dragged on forever. All the talk at work was about the man who was found beaten beyond recognition. The newspaper reported that he had to be identified by his dental work rather that by his appearance. That is how badly the man was beaten. Police speculated that the man’s girlfriend was either involved with the killing, or that she too was killed, because to this point, nobody is able to reach her for questioning. They found evidence that she was involved in a beating at the family home, the DNA of the blood found on the scene currently being tested. All this talk was beginning to make Peter nervous, but the thought of bringing Alexandria home tonight far outweighed any fear he had been feeling.

When work was finally over, Peter picked up some food and headed home. Before going upstairs, he went to check on his sex slave, Keisha.

When he removed the blanket,  he noticed that she must have struggled. Then again, she was tied up down here since 3 this morning, so that was expected. He removed the gag, unbound her hands, and held her. “This is too much, I want to go home. I don’t want to do this anymore.” She said. Peter offered some food, which she gladly accepted. He explained to her how he felt that things had gone too far as well, and that he was sorry. When he was sure that she was now relaxed, he told her that he had a surprise for her, or at least he hoped that he did. She was excited to find out what the surprise was, but he told her that in order to receive the surprise, she would have to remain here for just a little while longer.

Peter was surprised that she accepted his request. “I have just one request, I want to perform oral sex on you, right now, right here!”

“But you aren’t clean, you have been sitting here for hours, there is  no way you touch me like that, but I promise that by morning’s end, you and I will make passionate love.” he told her, as he watched a smile form on her tired face.

With that, he returned the gag to her mouth, the blindfold to her eyes, and he re-tied the ropes that held her to the structure. He locked the gate and left the room.

In his apartment, Peter made sure that all the torture devices were put away. He didn’t want Alexandria to get the wrong idea of him, and think that he was some kind of freak,  although lately he figured that he was definitely changing into someone  else, who he was not sure.

The door bell rang at precisely 9 p.m. He answered the buzzer from his apartment. It was Alexandria, he recognized her soft, sexy voice.

“Is it alright if I come up now? I am really excited about tonight, I couldn’t wait any longer.” she said. Peter was so excited he could not wait for this beauty to enter the apartment.

He rushed to the door to let her in. Dressed in a tight leather body suit, tight as a second skin, with six inch heels, she strolled past him and directly into the bedroom. She dropped her purse, her jacket, and her keys along the floor like a bread crumb trail to the bed. Peter was quick to follow, like a dog eating treats he thought. “I have to remember who the master is here, it seems that she is deeper into this stuff than I am!” he thought.

“Come to me Little Man!” she ordered. It was as if she was the boss and he was the slave. This was not going to happen, not tonight. Besides, he wasn’t into the submissive part of the game, and he wasn’t about to start now; however, as she peeled back the leather top and revealed her taunt hard breasts to him, he had second guessed himself.

“Okay little man, unless you have something for me, a surprise that I am not expecting, crawl over here and undress me with your teeth! I am not the girl you expected, am I? Sally told me how you dominated her, and listening to her talk that way turned me on. We spent the night making love, and it was fantastic. You really changed my lover, she hasn’t been the same since, so I figured that I would give you a taste of your own medicine!’

Peter wasn’t going to have this woman do this to him, at least not now.  Although she was indeed sexy, he had other plans. He wanted to make her beg for him, and at the rate this was going, that wasn’t going to happen.

“You wait here, I will be right back!” he said. Peter left the apartment, walked down the stairs to the room where he held Keisha. “Keisha, I have a surprise for you!” he said.

Unbinding the girl, he removed the mouth gag and brought her to the apartment. He led her to the shower,  and instructed her to wash and prepare for a night of Ecstasy! She was excited, and wasted no time in preparing. On the dresser next to the shower he had laid out her clothing for the evening. A tight bra, a thong, and a silk wrap were all that lay on the dresser. “Put this on and come into the bedroom” he ordered.

Peter returned to Alexandria, who was now lying on the bed playing with a large dildo she had brought in her purse. “What took you so long? I figured you had chickened out!” she said, the buzzing of the dildo almost drowning out her speech.

“Me give up? Obviously you don’t know the first thing about me! You are in for quite a surprise in just a few minutes, but first you have to lose the idea of dominating me. No woman will ever do that to me again!” he said, just before slapping her briskly across the cheek with the back of his hand.

“Oh, you are one of those, are you? Well bring it on!” she said.

Before he could slap her again, Keisha stood in the doorway, the light behind her making her appear like a silhouette in the doorway.

“Look behind me, your surprise awaits you!” he said to Alexandria. She was like a vampire sizing up her prey, and in seconds she was off the bed, heading for Keisha.

“Keisha,  meet your surprise!” he said, “Tonight you have Alexandria, and maybe you have me as well, if I allow it!”

Alexandria wasted no time in getting Keisha into the bed with her. It was as if Peter was not in the room at all.  Alexandria showed her experience with women by making passionate and gentle love to Keisha, a custom she apparently was not used to. Keisha moaned with desire as the two of them held each other and kissed. As quickly as Alexandria managed to dominate the encounter, Keisha surprised both her new lover and Peter, as she began to take control of the moment, reaching to Peter’s hiding place, and grabbing a large wooden paddle from behind the bed. She began to paddle Alexandria across her ass, pounding until she seen red. Alexandria giggled and returned the same.

Peter, who was sitting on the chair watching the two of them, got too excited. he undressed and joined the two women in his bed. He stood next to Alexandria, who was on her knees, looking at Keisha. He mounted her from behind and began making love to her. As he moved in and out of her tight body, Keisha looked over, this time with a jealous look.

“What has she got that I don’t have? Why am I too dirty to touch you, while you make love to her in front of me?” she asked. “Fuck off bitch!” said Alexandria, obviously enjoying the attention of Peter. As Alexandria moaned in deep passion, Keisha jumped to her feet, and grabbing the same pipe that Peter used to kill her boyfriend, she struck Alexandria in the head, knocking her unconscious.

“What in the hell did you do that for?” yelled Peter, quickly jumping out of the way, cock still hard from the intense lovemaking he had with Alexandria.

“Miss redhead isn’t so beautiful now, is she?

“She’s not breathing, you killed her! How could you do this?” Peter screamed, terrified at the whole ordeal. “What are we going to do with her? What will we do with the body? he asked.

With this, Keisha let Peter in on a little secret.

“You didn’t notice me the other night, but I was at the bar with Paul. I had asked him to play the game at home, to beat me. He did, but he was a wuss. He was afraid to do to me what you have done. When he never satisfied me, I called you, and told you how he had beat me. I made him take me to the bar, knowing that you would come to my rescue. I watched you beat him to death,  I watched you leave him on the ground, and I enjoyed every minute of it.  In fact, the sight of you beating him drove me wild. Truth is, I wanted him dead for some time, but I could not find someone  stupid enough to fall for me, to think that they controlled me. I needed you to do this so that I could trick you into killing him.” She said. Peter was stupified.

“Now I know what you have done, it seems that the tables have been turned!” she said. “Now you do as I say, or I call the police and give them a sad story of how you were jealous of me and Paul, and how you killed him and beat me up. They will believe me and you will spend the rest of your life in jail!”

Peter was a mess. As vulnerable as he was, he was even more surprised at what was to take place.

Keisha threw Peter across the bed. He was surprised at the strength she possessed. He lay across the dead body of the once beautiful Alexandria. Her bloody head oozing blood across the sheets. Peter struggled to get to his feet, but before he could get up, Keisha was on him. She violently performed oral sex on Peter, who was definitely not in the mood for this. She then mounted him, and with her large body on top of his, she made love to him, sending him into one orgasm after the other. This was not the woman  he thought she was, and although this was perhaps the sickest thing he had ever been involved in, he began to enjoy her.

After hours of making love, the two of them rushed to the shower, to clean  themselves of the blood they wore on their bodies. Keisha dragged Alexandria outside to the alley. There she smashed Alexandria’s now dead body with the same pipe. She beat the woman until she was but a red mark on the ground. She put the pipe into Peter’s trunk and ordered him to do something for her. While Peter was gone, she cleaned herself up and made a phone call.

“Mike, you have to help me. My crazy boyfriend, Peter, has beat me real bad. Not only that, but I think he killed someone  else. He is driving to another woman’s house with the murder weapon.  He plans on framing her for the murder  of this woman. Please help me. I know I am your lowly slave, but I ask you this once, please help me”

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As Peter sped down the highway, towards Sally’s house, he had plenty of time to think. He thought of the life he led prior to the madness. He missed that life. He may have been the butt of others jokes, but at least he was not feared by anyone. This new life has proved to bring nothing but insanity to his life, and as much as he would have given anything to get out of it, he never dared to. What would Keisha do to him if he didn’t do what he was told? He couldn’t take a life in prison,  the other prisoners would torture him.

Before he could think any further, a set of headlights lit his rear view mirror. “Great, I have company. I hope it isn’t the cops, how would I explain the bloody stuff in my trunk? God only knows what Keisha put in there.

The car pulled around Peter, and stopped in front of him. A driver got out. He was a gigantic man, and he looked angry. The man went to the window of Peter’s car and began pounding for him to come out. Terrified and confused, Peter got out of the car. The large man grabbed Peter and threw him across the hood of the car. Peter thought about running, but before he could, the large man grabbed him and began pounding him across the face.

“The nerve of you, hitting my beautiful Jessica. Now you plan  to bring in yet another innocent woman into your little circle of sickness. You won’t get away with this!” he hollered, obviously protective over some  woman named Jessica.

Mike pulled out a pistol he had kept in a small holster near the small of his back and pointed it at Peter.  The two of them fought, rolling around in the dirt when the gun went off. Blood ran from beneath the two men, and for a while nobody moved.

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The police were called to 17 Hollister Street at 4 a.m. on Thursday. A 911 caller said that a man dressed in black was seen pounding the other with a pipe. The man fled in a dark blue sedan.

On  the front page of the local newspaper, the headline had the entire town in an uproar.

POLICE BELIEVE MAN FOUND BEATEN TO DEATH TO BE PART OF MURDER SPREE. LOCAL MAN SAID THAT HE WAS ATTACKED BY STRANGER AND HAD TO FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE

Local ad exec Peter Jennings said that he fought for his life. He said that he struggled with the other man, wrestling a large pipe from his hands. In an act of self defense, Peter said that he had no choice but to swing the pipe, injuring the large man. Peter went on to say that in this instance, the large man grabbed a gun from his pocket. the two struggled, and the gun went off accidentally.

Police say that they found bloody rags and clothing in the man’s car, The victim, now identified as Mike Durning is now suspected in the beating death of one Paul Cooling and of Alexandria Sandings. Stay tuned to the local news report at 6 this evening for more on this story.

Before Peter returned home, he had one more stop to make. He drove by the address Keisha had provided him, and was surprised to find her there. She had been sleeping when he entered the house. He wasted no time in finding her, gagging her, and dragging her to the parking lot outside her home. Stuffing her into the trunk of his car, he sped away from the scene. Keisha/Jessica was never heard of again.

FAIRVIEW CLASSIFIEDS

MASTER SEEKING SUBMISSIVE. MUST BE AVERAGE TO SLIM BUILD. ENCOUNTER MUST BE KEPT PRIVATE. MEET AT LONG ISLAND BAR ON THIRD FRIDAY OF MONTH. MUST BE DISCREET

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