I Made The Popular Girl My Pain Slave 2

The school bell rang signalling the end of the school day, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking all day about what had happened between Taylor and I earlier in the library and how she would be coming to my apartment later, that is if she didn’t want the video I had made of her sucking my cock and having an orgasm as I beat her leaked to the whole student body.

I wanted time to speed by so that it would be time for Taylor to arrive at my apartment but at the same time I was glad it wasn’t because I had other things I wanted to do first. I walked around the town centre going from store to store purchasing things in preparation for tonight.

I didn’t realise how close it was to seven o’clock when Taylor was supposed to be arriving at my apartment so when I saw I only had fifteen minutes to get home I had to rush to get there on time.

I arrived home at exactly seven and I’m happy to see Taylor standing outside the door to my apartment. She is looking around like she is scared of someone seeing her here, she is dressed in a short black skirt with white knee high socks and a white shirt.

“I wasn’t sure you would come.” I say as I approach her, my eyes trailing all over her body.

“I had to.” She says angrily.

“You didn’t have to, you could have just let me show everyone the video.” I tell her with a cruel laugh.

Taylor doesn’t reply as I move around her and open my apartment door. I walk inside my apartment and kick off my shoes before moving further inside, it’s not until I place the bags on the floor that I realise that Taylor hasn’t followed me.

“Come on.” I snap at her when I see her standing in the doorway.

Taylor hesitantly walks inside my apartment, she cautiously takes off her shoes and closes the door behind her but she doesn’t move any further inside.

“Sit down.” I tell her, “we are going to have some fun later but first are you hungry?” Taylor looks at me like I have just grown a second head.

“I… Yeah a little.” She sounds shocked at my question.

“Do you like burgers?” I ask as Taylor sits down on the sofa. She is still looking at me like I’m crazy but she nods her head, “ok so first we eat and then maybe we have some fun.”

I walk over to my kitchen area and start to make the burgers. I watch Taylor in every moment that I’m not focused on cooking the burgers, she looks uncomfortable but she is looking around the room taking everything in.

The burgers finish cooking, I plate them up and take them over to the sofa where I give one plate to Taylor before sitting down with my own. I turn on the TV and aimlessly flick through the channels before settling on some crappy quiz show to provide background noise while we eat. We quickly finish eating and when I’ve put the plates in the kitchen to wash later I return to the sofa.

“Why are you treating this like a date?” She asks angrily.

“Why? don’t you want me to?” I ask her a little tauntingly.

“Well it’s not like we are dating.” She snaps.

“True but I thought you would like for me to make this as nice as possible for you.” I tell her.

“Can we just get this over with?” She growls.

“You know this wont be the last time don’t you?” I ask her, she looks down towards the floor and nods her head, “so do you still want to jump right into it?”

I watch fascinated and a little confused as she blushes and rubs her legs together before she looks up me and slowly nods her head.

“I know I’m blackmailing you into this but I want to make it as pleasurable as possible for both of us. If I do something that hurts too much or just goes too far then just say the word Shampoo and I’ll stop and do something else.” I tell her.

“Can’t I just say shampoo now and have this all be over?” She says with a slight chuckle.

I laugh, “No. This is happening.” I tell her.

“Fine, let’s do this.” She snaps.

“Follow me then.” I tell her before picking up the bags containing what I had brought earlier and walking towards the bedroom.

I close the bedroom door behind Taylor as she enters and looks around the room at the double bed and wardrobe that are the only items of furniture in the room.

“I brought some things earlier to make things better.” I tell her while setting the shopping bags on the floor near the bed, “first though you need to get naked.”

She hesitates for a split second before unbuttoning her shirt, she undid every button before shrugging the shirt off and showing me that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“That was risky.” I say teasingly nodding at her bare breasts and her white shirt now lying on the floor.

“Thought it would get this over with quicker.” She says quietly.

“No, I think you got a thrill thinking that people might see those pretty little tits of yours.” I tell her not trying to taunt her but speaking my mind.

Taylor doesn’t say anything but I see her blush as she reaches down and pulls her skirt over her hips before shimmying the skirt the rest of the way down.

“No panties either.” I laugh as her skirt falls away leaving her in only her white knee high socks, “maybe you’re an exhibitionist as well as a masochist.” I tease her lightly.

“I…Maybe.” She sighs heavily, “earlier in the library I kept thinking about someone catching us.” I watch her squirm as she speaks, “it turned me on even more.”

“Maybe I’ll parade you around the streets naked with a vibrator buried deep in your tight pussy.” I tell her only half serious.

“I don’t…” She trails off and shakes her head before crouching down and pulling her socks off. The way she crouches with her legs spread provides me with a great view of her perfect pussy dripping with her juices in an obvious show of her arousal.

I can feel my cock growing in my trousers as I scour my eyes over her perfect body. I can see that not only is her pussy practically dripping with wetness but her nipples are also fully erect and pointing straight at me.

“Look at you, your mouth says you hate me but your body is begging for my touch.” I tease her as I step closer to her and lightly trail the fingers of my one hand from her neck down over one breast and down across her flat stomach to her hips. She pushes her hips forward trying to bring her pussy into contact with my hand.

“Nope, not yet.” I tell her as I pull my hand away from her making her moan softly at the sudden loss of my touch.

“Lie on the bed on your stomach but with your knees underneath you like you were kneeling and lay forward.” I order her hoping I had described the position well enough for her to understand what I want.

“Oh and make sure you spread your legs.” I tell her as she climbs onto the bed.

Taylor kneels on the bed before lying forward so her knees are underneath her stomach and her face is on the mattress, she then reaches her arms up towards the headboard.

“Like this?” She asks without lifting her head.

“Perfect.” I tell her. I rummage in the carrier bags retrieve a length of rope and move around the bed so I’m near the headboard.

“Hands together and no moving.” I order her, she instantly complies and I wrap the rope around her wrists tying them together before pulling it tight stretching her arms up and tie them to the headboard.

“What are you doing?” She asks a little fearfully.

“I told you I brought some things to make this more fun.” I tell her walking back around to the foot of the bed.

I stand at the foot of the bed and stare at her exposed asshole and pussy, the position she is in pushes her ass towards me and leaves her totally exposed. I reach forward and simultaneously run both of my hands up the inside of her thighs making her sigh dreamily, I pull my hands away before they come into contact with her glistening pussy. She groans when I pull my hands away and pushes her hips towards me trying to bring my hands back into contact with her.

“I said don’t move.” I snap. I had read a few articles on the BDSM lifestyle during the last few classes and had gotten a few ideas for things I want to try out on Taylor.

“You need to know that if you disobey me then you will get punished.” I tell her as I draw a short bamboo cane from one of the carrier bags.

“From now on you will refer to me as Sir.” I tell her, “now I want you to count each strike out loud and thank me after each one.”

I swing the bamboo cane and strike her across the ass hitting both of her ass cheeks at the same time making her cry out with pain.