Would you dare be rough?

Wet, Wild and Crazy night out! I head out to the nightclub. I am wearing a black bodycon skin fit dress, high heels, and discreet makeup with a silver angel wings choker. Hair has been straightened flat with a body in the mood to slay. Upon arriving at the club, I patiently wait outside, waiting for my mate to arrive. After her arrival, we head into the club, heading directly for the bar. Music loud in our ears, we begin to drink, getting drunk, letting our hair down as a one-off. Feeling limit free, we talk and catch up, having rolls of laughter.

After having a few drinks and feeling more confident and willing to do things, we both head to the dance floor. Music sounding amazing, we let loose and begin to dance with the rhythm, not caring about anything going on around us. Two lads start to approach us, and one looks familiar. However, I can't put a name to the face as not I cannot think clearly. They ask to join us, and my mate says, of course. "We are here to have fun". Both men smile. The familiar face dances with me, holding me close to his body, hands moving around me, giving me a flush I cannot hide. He takes my arm and takes me to the bar buying a large bottle of champagne. We talk and chat, he is very handsome and looks intelligent, muscly. You could get lost looking into his blue eyes. After drinking the whole bottle of champagne, my mind becomes all fuzzy, making everything a blur. I thank him for the drinks and tell him I need the loo and am feeling hot, needing air. I will meet him back on the dance floor. He walks off to his mate, who is dancing with my mate and begin to chat.

Feeling hot and bothered, I go to the loo. Feeling less claustrophobic, I can cool down a little, taking a small break from everything going on around me. Looking into the mirror, I look myself dead in the eyes and say, "I have got this". Slowly walking out of the toilets and I head towards the exit of the club for more air. Before stepping out, I look around and cannot see my mate or the man I was dancing with, so I continue to head out, knowing they are having fun.

Stepping out of the club, I get a feel of the heebie-jeebies looking at the pitched-black sky and the street looking glum and sparse as I walk down it stumbling and fumbling, unable to walk straight. Scuttling sounds start to be made behind me like someone is there, and my heart begins to race in fear. I am alone. Is someone following me? Briskly I turn around and freeze, eyes analysing hesitantly; I see nothing and no longer hear a thing—dead silence. I take two steps backwards, unsure of what is going on. All of a sudden, I feel bump into something.

Heart pounding, I feel one hand holding an arm tightly, pulling me close to their body. Another hand has been placed on my mouth, firmly stopping me from screaming. I hear a man voice whispering in my ear, "You are mine! All mine! Where do you think you are going?". Mortified, I whimper and try to get out of his grasp. I am not answering the question. Through resisting, I find myself edged towards a brick wall. Once close enough to it, he pins me to it using his body. He drops his bag on the floor, and it rattles and clangs, sending shivers down my spine making me nervous. He pulls something out. I cannot run as heels are killing me and still pinned. A bit of gag gets shoved in my mouth and a blindfold placed over my eyes. Blindless and speechless, I know I am vulnerable. Roughly, I get chucked over his left shoulder, legs and arms begin to hit and kick him like a child to let me down. He refuses and laughs amusingly. A hand fondles my ass repetitively and spanks it harshly when least expecting it. He stops walking.

I get placed on the floor, the blindfold gets removed, and I see a silver car. Alarm bells begin to ring in my head; I know who it is and know I am in trouble for my actions. Putting on a confident face, I turn around to face the man known as my Dom (Sir). Looking up, I see two fierce disappointed eyes staring at me, hands push me against the side of the car, and a tight grip is placed around my throat choking me, while another has a hold of my hair, pulling my head back to face him. I whimper with fear as he rolls me over and presses my head against the car door window. I see chains, handcuffs, rope scattered around the place. Ropes around the headrests lie dangling. I get pulled back, and the car door opens.

Sir wants me to get into the back of the car. Drunk as I am, I know I cannot fight and win but try despite that fact. I was not successful. I end up bent half in the car and half out bent over. Sir raises my ass high up in the air-exposed, receiving three harsh spanks. WHOOSH! WHIP! BANG!. Screeches are coming from my mouth from pain. Legs are shaking, becoming weak, giving in. He slides the rest of my body into the car. Sore ass hurting, resistance levels drop. Sir ties me facing him in the back. Two single column ties on my wrists connected to each of the headrests with arms fully stretched with some slack. Legs get spread wide open and pinned with his knees. Black skinny fit dress ripped open from Sir's bare hands. I find myself fully exposed. In shock, I go bright red and embarrassed, wanting to hide. He pulls a torment spreader bar and places my ankles in it. After doing so, knowing I am entirely helpless and unable to escape, he turns off the rear car light and gets in the front, beginning to drive.

Twisting, turning, squeezing, I try to get my arms loose. Nothing is working. Cringing in my skin to anticipate what could happen, I sense a smug face through the driver's seat, watching me struggle. Arms begin to ache and tire, feeling weak from lack of blood flow; I divert my attention. Stinking of alcohol, I look at the floor of the car. I see my legs bound wide open with naked flesh on show, chains, collars, clamps in one corner with whips, ropes, belts, blindfolds, gags scattered all over, all in Sir's arm distance no matter where he is. Some items I have never seen before. Curiosity fuels my mind till I hear the car stop. "We have arrived at our destination." gets said in an authoritative tone. He gets out of the car and gets in the back. Clueless to wear we are, I feel the bit gag getting taken off and untied. However, unable to get up as the spreader bar remains locked.

Arms flop to my sides, regaining blood flow, weak I feel pressure on my ankles. Two hands on the spreader bar in between my legs. Abruptly, I get dragged underneath Sir's body. Sir's legs are straddling my body, pinning my arms to the floor, hands caressing every inch of me, going over all my sensitive areas, making me writhe as I do not want him to do anything to me. Non consensually having to feel unwanted pleasure. Pressure gets applied to my back, tormenting me going up and down. It is a back massage. I hate them! Sir massaged all sensitive spots, causing me to scream with discomfort and quiver, attempting to push out of his grip and move. I am unable to escape, and I have to take it. It is unbearable.

Swiftly after, Sir gets up. Feeling numb, I dare not to move. Ice cold water gets poured all over my body for a short moment, making me screech with coldness. Two hands move around my waist with a rope. Waist tied, my ass gets lifted roughly and fastly, attaching the remaining of the rope to the spreader bar. Pulled up and bent over, I get fucked so deep and so hard at a varied tempo. Knocking me senseless. Hair pulled back and gripped like reigns, getting yanked with each thrust—pain filling my body making my eyes water. Sir can hear my whimpers and squeals in part ecstasy and part pleasure.

Pain fueled by spankings and floggings at the same time as being fucked. Face being pushed down to the floor at times, and others bant back as far as I can go with long fingers shoved down my throat, making me gag. My body collapses and falls to the floor in the car. I begin to get choked and have acts involving breath play carried out. It is draining me, wearing me out, making my body battery level reach 0%. The spreader bar gets removed, and I get told to run. I get out of the car and run, but my legs and ankles are too weak. I am not fast enough and stumbles, falling flat on the floor. He catches up to me and corners me. Arms tightly wrapped around me, unable to move his thigh tightly press against my clit, and vagina rubbing. Squeals of pleasure come from my mouth, and I collapse in Sir's arms. Softly I get told what a good girl I have been and get kisses over my neck and shoulder—making me smile. I get told the session is over and gets carried back to the car as unable to walk and drained.

It is aftercare time. It consists of cuddles and reassurance. Ensuring everyone is okay and evaluating time to see what each party liked and disliked about the scene. CNC over.

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