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It was fun writing the first chapter, and it really lent itself to a second chapter, so I took a few hours and wrote this tonight. After the door closed I was still kneeling naked on the pillow, still kind of shocked by what happened and by how I reacted. After a while I got up, took care of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I considered what I could do to get out of this mess; the dealer I supplied to couldn't take the entire plants, and I had invested too much to just throw them away, and anyway, mister Roberts could have taken pictures and kept proof before confronting me. I would just have to bide my time until I could find a way to get out of this mess. I slept a worried sleep and got up early. I cleaned the house before Nanna got up, I just wanted to keep busy, keep what lay ahead of me that night out of my mind. Nanna was having one of her spry days, so she kept me busy and before I knew it I was putting her to bed and remembered what I had to do. I went to my room and stripped out off my clothes, and gave myself a quick once over in the mirror. I had my honey-blonde hair in a single long braid down my back, almost to my curvy ass. I'm pretty happy with my body, I have perky c-cups, a narrow waist, nice hips and long legs. I wondered what would happen to this body tonight. I put on my fall coat and some flats, locked the door behind me and walked over to mister Roberts place. I knocked on the door and he opened it with a lecherous smile. He said, "Welcome my little slave. Have you obeyed my order? Show me." I opened my coat towards him, showing him my naked body. His smile grew even more wicked and he grabbed my nipple hard, making me groan and pulled me inside. As soon as I was in he ordered me to take off my coat and shoes, he reminded me that no clothes were allowed in his house. He led me by my nipple into the house, into his bedroom. He had stripped his bed of covers and pillows, and on a table to the side he had laid out a number of sex toys and lots and lots of rope. I almost bolted at the sight of that table but I remembered what he had on me and steeled myself for what was to come. With a quivering voice I asked,"What will you do to me?" He ran his hand up my neck and cupped my head as he answered, "Oh, you wouldn't want me to spoil your surprise now, would you? On elbows and knees on the bed now, sweetie." I was surprised by his gentle tone, and he looked suddenly so kind, paternal almost, like I was his and he would teach me, raise me. I must have been lost in thought a bit too long because he slapped my tit and said sternly, "Bed, now!" I obeyed and got on my elbows and knees on the bed. He laid down several ropes in front of me, where I could see them, and started tying me up. He had me grip my own elbows and started with binding my forearms together, then he bound a spreader bar to my knees and connected my elbows to my knees with more rope. He tied my feet to the bed frame at the foot of the bed, and then my elbows to the head of the bed. There was a big mirror in front of me and as I looked at myself I couldn't deny that it was an incredibly erotic sight, and the feeling of helplessness, of being crudely on display for his pleasure turned me on even more. As I watched in the mirror mister Roberts took of his clothes as he held eye contact with me, and I found myself seeing him as sexy with his salt and pepper hair and his strong, hairy body. He was a man, not a boy like I was used to. Once he was naked he grabbed another rope and started tying my hanging tits, making them engorged and round. He then picked up something from the table and returned to my side. He started toying with my nipples, making them rock hard, and then suddenly pain shot through me as he had attached weighted nipple clamps to me. I squealed in pain as he caressed my back soothingly and murmured calmingly in my ear. Mister Roberts moved so that he was kneeling behind me and started kissing me all over my back, ass and thighs before centering in on my ass. He started eating my ass out from behind, and to my surprise it felt good! I have always had the firm belief that the ass was an exit only, but, damn, his tongue was magic! I was moaning and gyrating my butt into his face as I tried to relax and let his tongue in as deeply as possible. When I finally felt him get really deep with his tongue, the fucker stopped!? I groaned in disappointment and was just about to ask him to get back in there when I saw that he had picked up a big, glistening metal hook with a ball on the end from the table. He smiled at my confused and scared expression through the mirror and put the cold, slick ball against my asshole. I naturally clenched but he caressed my back and told me to relax in his soothing voice. He started pushing it in and I focused on breathing and relaxing, I knew protests were meaningless. The stretch was burning, aching, and then with a twinge of pain the big metal ball was inside me. I felt weirdly full but once it was in it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. Mister Roberts picked up another rope, and this time he tied my braid to the hook up my ass, making me constantly arch my back, not being able to look away from the mirror. He kneeled behind me again and started rubbing his fat cock up and down my slit as he kept eye contact with me. He kept rubbing me and teasing me until I thought I would go insane, and then suddenly he plunged all the way inside me fast and hard. The impact of his hips made the ball shift in my ass and the weights of the nipple clamps jiggle, torturing my nipples with exquisite pain. He pulled out of me slowly, and then slammed into me hard again, his balls slapping against my clit as my nipples ached. He built a rhythm like that, slowly out and then fast in, again and again, pushing me closer and closer to a climax of epic proportions. My body started shaking as I was right on the edge, and just them he rained down a series of hard slaps on my firm ass. I came harder than I ever have before, harder than I thought possible, and I screamed so hard just a squeal came out. I've always been a one and done kinda girl, but he kept fucking me harder and harder as the spanking continued, and to my surprise I felt myself cumming again, and again and again, and then I felt him swell inside me and as he emptied what felt like a gallon of cum inside me I came so hard I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came to my senses again I felt him pull out of me and he told me, "Ahh, that was beautiful my little slave, just amazing!" He gently petted my pussy and then said, "Bear down for me sweetie, push all of my cum out of your pretty pussy. Good girl!" Mister Roberts scooped up as much cum as he could from my pussy and then held his hand in front of my face and told me, "Eat your treat like a good little girl." Even though I should have been disgusted I wasn't, I eagerly licked up the mix of his and my cum, reveling in the debauchery. After I had swallowed everything he petted me on the head and said, "Good girl. This made me thirsty, I'll go have a drink. Don't go anywhere." He laughed as he walked out of the room. Mr_Owlow [2 comments]