Female Domination - The Making of a Slave. Part 9
"I'll probably go," Rita said in a satisfied and contentedly drunken voice. Taking out her phone, Rita called a taxi.
"Go wash up, you slut," Anna said, giving Roman a friendly slap on the ass. "Get yourself in order, and I'll see my friend off for now." With these words, they both went out the door. Roman, without closing the door, went to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and shaved again, even though he was already clean-shaven, but decided not to wait for a remark from Anna about the stubble that was just starting to show. When Anna returned, she poured whiskey for herself and him, which they had brought with Rita, and after drinking to their meeting, she asked:
"Do you have any clothesline rope or duct tape? Or something like that," Roman heard the question.
"I'll find something," he replied. "Yeah, I think there's some tape, but not much. Why?" Roman suddenly turned to Anna, slightly suspicious.
"Don't freak out," Anna smiled. "Everything will be fine, I just want to tie you up today," Anna continued, her lustful eyes sparkling.
"Maybe we shouldn't tie me up," Roman said, already handing over a coil of rope somewhat distrustfully. "I won't resist anyway, I know everything."
"Don't freak out," Anna continued. "Get undressed."
"How?"
"Completely naked."
"Okay." Roman took off all his clothes and stood before her completely naked, timidly covering his privates.
"Hands behind your back," Anna demanded, stepping behind him. "I won't tie you too tight." Roman put his hands behind his back and felt Anna tightly binding his wrists behind him, really tightly, and he understood this wasn't a prop for imitation but real binding. Then she put a choking loop around his neck, but without tightening it, just creating slight tension. After that, the rope descended again to his hands behind his back and squeezed his arms, but now above the elbows, causing uncomfortable pain.
"Ow," Roman squealed slightly. "That hurts."
"Endure it! You'll be an ataman!" Anna continued her work.
The rope, squeezing his wrists and elbows, left no chance of escape without outside help. Roman calmed himself as best he could, but a tremor, either from fear or from excitement and uncertainty, ran through his body. His dick would treacherously rise, then calm down and droop a bit.
"Get on your knees," Anna commanded in a slightly slurred voice.
Roman got on his knees and felt Anna tying his legs at the ankles, just as tightly, leaving no chance to move independently.
"Sit on your legs," Anna commanded. Roman obeyed and felt her using the rope to tie his bound legs and hands together, leaving him in a low sitting position on his knees with bent legs. After that, she made a few more wraps around his body and, securing Roman in this position, tied a knot behind his back. Roman was already starting to feel his limbs going numb, which he told her.
"That's all bullshit," Anna dismissed, as it seemed to Roman. "Where's the tape?"
"Over there in the desk," Roman nodded his head. *But what's the tape for?* Roman thought to himself but didn't ask.
"Aha, found it," she said, rummaging through the desk. She found wide tape and also took several pencils and pens from a drawer. Wrapping them together with tape, she asked him to open his mouth. When Roman opened his mouth, she inserted this bundle like a bone for a dog. Then, grabbing the bundle by the edges, she wrapped tape around Roman's head, making an improvised gag.
Now Roman could not only not move but also couldn't speak. His lips were stretched quite strongly, though not painfully. His tongue was in his mouth, hindered by the bundle of pencils and pens. *How is he going to lick her?* Roman thought, but he could no longer ask, only moan. Not finding an answer to this question, Roman became seriously frightened, as he was now turned into a helpless doll with whom anything could be done. What was in the mind of this completely crazy, drunk beast was unknown to Roman, and he could only surrender to her full power and hope she wouldn't do anything too bad to him. Anna, squatting in front of him and looking into his eyes, began to jerk Roman's dick, which immediately stood up.
"You don't need to do anything, Rom," Anna said, continuing to masturbate him. "I'll do everything myself, just trust me and don't scream." After these words, Roman became even more worried, which Anna saw in his eyes. Anna was aiming for exactly this—to see insane fear in Roman's eyes and to have complete control over this helpless body. She always wanted to feel strong, not by breaking someone's spirit to make them submit, but physically stronger. This was Anna's hidden dream—to torment a male—and she had been thinking about Roman for the last few days.
Roman, not pretending, looked at her with eyes full of horror and only moaned when he wanted to ask for at least some mercy from his tormentor. Anna stood up to her full height in front of Roman, stopped jerking him off, and delivered a not too strong but noticeable kick to his balls. From the quickly surging pain, Roman bent over and fell on his side. However, bending completely was hindered by the rope around his neck, which began to choke him as soon as he contracted. Anna stepped over him and forcefully plopped down on him with all her weight, pressing her ass down. Roman felt like his ribs cracked and his breath was knocked out, and he moaned quite loudly. After that, Anna stuffed one of her socks into his mouth, thereby muffling his moans.
Roman felt like victims of maniacs probably feel. He no longer quite believed he would survive today and began to think she had decided to actually kill him for not answering the phone when she called. He looked at her, trying to somehow evoke pity, but she turned him onto his back, took off her clothes, and sat on him with her pussy, bracing her hands on the floor. Anna began rubbing against his nose. Her hair fell down, thereby hiding her face from the light, and only her lustful eyes shone and looked into Roman's eyes, which begged for forgiveness with his gaze. Roman's face became sticky. The sock was already wet from his saliva and probably from her secretions. Anna continued rubbing her pussy against his nose, increasing the pressure. His nose sometimes cracked, and it was painful.
Roman also really lacked air, and he sometimes even inhaled the lubrication, causing him to choke and try to somehow cough. "Somehow" because he couldn't really cough as his mouth was closed by the gag. The corners of his lips were already hurting badly from the friction of the rapist, whose thighs constantly hit the bundle of pencils and pens. His legs and arms were numb to the point of madness, but this didn't bother Anna at all, who continued to rape the tied, helpless boy. The truly long-awaited orgasm, which both Anna and Roman had been waiting for, came about five minutes later. These five minutes felt like an eternity to Roman. Anna, leaning on Roman, continued to lie on the floor, or rather, her shoulders and head were on the floor, and her pelvis and legs were on Roman. At the same time, she continued her subsiding, thrusting hip movements on Roman's face, who was trying simply not to suffocate under the pussy covering him.
This time, only Anna got the high, and Roman was simply used and truly raped. When Anna got off him, she sat sprawled in a chair and looked at Roman with satisfaction, and it seemed she had no intention of untying him.