Samantha had put herself out there, made herself vulnerable by telling her boyfriend about her secret desires, and now he had crushed her by refusing her in the kindest, most sympathetic rebuttal. Her only option was to try and extricate herself from the embarrassing and humiliating position in which she found herself with the least damage.

It had all come about, ironically, because she felt that their relationship was going so well. They had been dating for a couple of months and hit it off really well - they had similar tastes and sense of humour, there were many common experiences between them but they also enjoyed the differences they brought to the relationship, he was witty and intelligent. The sex was good as well - he was a good and considerate lover, always ensuring that every sexual encounter resulted in their mutual satisfaction. Encouraged by all this positivity and, perhaps, a little blinded by it, she wanted to take things to the next level.

"Do you fancy doing something a little bit different tonight, Rob, maybe a bit… kinky?" she asked as they prepared to retire to bed in her flat.

"Oh?" he responded curiously, "what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said coyly, "I was wondering if you might want to… tie me up?"

"Really?! And then?" His tone of voice sounded rather surprised, maybe even shocked, but Samantha was so excited at this point that she missed the signals that maybe he wasn't comfortable.

"Well," she went on, her voice a little breathless with arousal, "if you tied me up nice and tight, and maybe gagged me, you could do anything you wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to stop you, would I? You could do really dirty things to me, things that I'd never let you do otherwise! Maybe you'd like to spank me, or take me up the arse, or make me Deep Throat you, I don't know, whatever your darkest fantasies might be!"

They had reached the bedroom, but Rob stopped and turned to her. Now she saw the look of distaste, maybe even disapproval, on his face and realised that she had made a big mistake.

"Sam," he said earnestly, "I would never do that to you! I would never force you to do anything against your will! That would be tantamount to rape, and that is just anathema to me. If I tied you up and then put you through some awful sexual experience, I would feel like I was objectifying you, and that's the last thing I want to do! I respect you, Sam, so everything we do together should be, and will be, consensual."

'Respect me?! I'm asking you to objectify me!' she wanted to scream, 'I want to be forced to experience things I would never otherwise countenance! I want to know your deepest and darkest desires, and I want to fulfil them!' But she said nothing. She knew she had made a terrible error by opening herself up like that, rattling on without seeing his reaction, and now somehow she had to get herself out of this car crash of a situation.

"Oh, yeah… absolutely, I totally agree," she blustered, realising that she was blushing furiously, "a guy should never impose himself on a woman, that's just so typically misogynist! I was just saying… if you did have feelings like that… I wouldn't hold it against you. Anyway, forget that, let's go to bed and fuck like consensual bunnies!"

She was relieved to find that, despite his refusal to go along with her submissive fantasies, he was normal enough to be totally distracted by a pair of tits and a good fuck. Afterwards, she lay on her back staring up into the darkness, listening to Rob's gentle breathing as he slept peacefully.

She had got past the embarrassment at having expressed her private thoughts and the humiliation of having them rejected, and was thinking about the question 'Do I want to be with someone who isn't willing, let alone eager, to help me fulfil my fantasies?' The idea that she would be with Rob for a long time, maybe even forever, was one that she was comfortable with apart from this one drawback. She felt like she would be living a lie to deny her sexuality and sexual preferences in this way, always being lovey-dovey in bed, even though she had such deep-seated fantasies about being dominated, tied up and forced to submit to (generally unspecified) unspeakable acts of depravity.

She lay awake for hours, her mind in turmoil, trying to make a decision. Eventually, she realised that, despite what she had perceived as a major turning point in their relationship, nothing had really changed. She still liked Rob, she still wanted to continue and deepen their relationship and, as for her bondage fantasies, they were still just that - fantasies. She would deal with them in the same way as she had since puberty - using her imagination, online pornography, and self-bondage. It wasn't what she had hoped for, but it was no worse than before.

A couple of weeks later, Rob was off at his regular Friday night skittles match, and she was alone. Her mind had turned to all things naughty, and she had spent the last couple of hours with one hand in her knickers while the other clicked through her favourite websites, allowing her to view images of women naked, bound and gagged (lucky girls, she thought) and read stories of abduction, restraint, sexual assault and minor corporal punishment.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she went to her bedroom and threw her collection of ropes, gags and handcuffs on the bed, perusing them hungrily as she stripped off, ready to play. She retrieved her ice release - a handcuff key on a string in a large block of ice - from the freezer compartment and hung it from the ceiling in the bedroom. She was ready!

She took her favourite vibrator, the one with the clit tickler, and eased it into her already wet vagina, before securing it in place with a good, tight crotch rope. She clambered onto the bed and tied her legs together at the ankles and knees. She liked the idea of breast bondage, and she wrapped the rope around her body above and below her breasts, and then across them, tying the ropes as tight as she could. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best she could do.

At that moment, to her intense annoyance, her mobile phone rang. When she looked over at it, she saw that it was Rob.

"Hi there," she said, "aren't you playing your game right now?"

"Nah," she heard him say, "the other lot cancelled because they couldn't get a team together. I was wondering if you fancied doing something tonight?"

"Oh, er, tonight?" she replied, looking at the ropes spread around her and knowing how much she was looking forward to this, "er, sorry, I've made plans."

"Really? What are you up to?" he asked.

"Oh, not much," she said, desperately trying to think of something other than what she was actually doing, "just girly stuff. You know, washing my hair, shaving my legs, doing my nails, that sort of stuff. Not very glamorous, but what we girls have to go through for you!"

"'Washing your hair'?" he responded, and she could hear the doubt in his voice, "okay, no problem. We still on for tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," Samantha replied, grateful that he had dropped it, "looking forward to it. See you then!" She switched off her phone and put it on the bedside table. She switched her attention back to the task in hand, and felt her excitement rising once again.

She picked out her favourite gag, a black leather strap with a large red foam ball on it. She pushed the ball into her mouth, feeling it expand to fill the space behind her teeth, making it impossible to speak around, and buckled the strap behind her head, pulling it one notch tighter than was strictly comfortable. All that was left to do now was the handcuffs. She closed one bracelet around her right wrist then, after switching on the vibrator and putting her arms behind her back, listened to the clack of the ratchet as she locked her left wrist, completing her bondage. Now all she could do was wait for the ice to melt which, she estimated, would take a couple of hours.

As the vibrations travelled through her bound body, she writhed on the bed, pulling at her bondage, enjoying the feeling of the ropes cutting into her legs and chest, and the metal of the handcuffs biting into the skin of her wrists. As her excitement grew, her muffled moans and cries became louder and more insistent. She began to fantasise that Rob had done this to her, had left her to 'suffer' while he went out to enjoy himself, and she cried out plaintively for him to release her, noting with satisfaction that her words were unintelligible and the sounds certainly not loud enough to be heard outside the flat.

After about twenty minutes, she had her first orgasm. It felt wonderful, amazing, and she knew it was only the first of many to which she could look forward. How much better would this be, she thought, if Rob were here to enjoy it! She looked over at the block of ice, watching the occasional drip of water into the bucket below, knowing that release was still a long way away, and she had no option but to endure the constant 'torture' of the vibrator's stimulation.

She must have been dosing, because the sound of the doorbell suddenly startled her awake. Disorientated, she looked around at the clock and saw that an hour had passed but, when she looked at the block of ice, she could see that there was still plenty of time to go. Who on earth rings someone's doorbell at 10 o'clock on a Friday night, she wondered. She was sure they would go away but then, to her horror, she heard a key in the lock and the door open.

"Hi, Sam, you there?" she heard Rob's voice calling, "I just need to talk to you." Frantically, Samantha looked around for some means of escape but found nothing other than the slowly dripping block of ice holding her release key. She started to shuffle across the bed, wanting to hide behind or underneath it, but then realised it was too late.

"Well, at least that answers my question about how important this bondage stuff is to you," Rob said as he looked at her from the doorway. "Like I said, I want to talk to you, but it can wait till you're done here. I'll just hang out in the sitting room till you're free." Samantha knew that she was blushing again, and the only thing she wanted to do was get out of her bondage and explain herself, but that still wasn't an option, not until that damn ice melted!

It was over an hour before Samantha finally appeared in the sitting room, dressed in leggings and a top and looking sheepish. Rob was sipping at a bottle of beer he had taken from her fridge and watching TV. He turned it off when she came into the room.

"Look," she started uncomfortably, "about what you saw there…"

"Don't worry about it," Rob interrupted, "you don't need to explain or feel embarrassed about what you get up to on your own, in the privacy of your own flat. Anyway, it should be me that's apologising for bursting in on you, that is pretty unforgivable. Please, Sam, sit down, we need to talk." Now feeling nervous about what this 'talk' was going to involve, Samantha sat down on the other end of the sofa, facing him.

"I've been thinking about what you told me the other day," he began, "and I realised that I probably came over as a pompous prick! All that stuff about mutual consent, and I entirely missed the point that you were asking for my consent in helping you with something you wanted to do. Anyway, here, I got you a present to say sorry."

He held out a small wrapped package, and she took it, feeling both relieved and confused at the same time. She unwrapped it and was rather bemused to find herself holding a dog collar.

"What?" she questioned as she turned the thing over in her hand, noting the thick black leather and shiny metal studs. "You know I can't have a pet in the flat, don't you?"

"It's not for a dog," Rob replied calmly, "it's for you. It's your slave collar."

"My what?!" Samantha exclaimed, now thoroughly confused.

"I've been reading about BDSM," Rob continued, still totally calm, "it's about Bondage and Discipline, maybe Sadism and Masochism, as you hinted at before, but it's also about Domination and Submission and, specifically, about role-playing as dominant and submissive. So I thought you might like to role-play with me as Master and slave. If you'll have me, that is, after my little speech the other day."

"Oh," Samantha said, totally nonplussed, "I wasn't expecting that! What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that," Rob responded, "anytime you want to play, you can effectively signal that to me by putting on the collar. I will then go into my 'Master' role and treat you as my slave - with contempt and disdain, restraining and punishing you as I see fit, using you in whatever way I want to. What you think?"

"Oh my," Samantha gasped, swallowing hard, "that sounds good!"

"Of course, you will have to call me 'Master' and obey my commands, however embarrassing, humiliating, degrading or disgusting you might find them."

"Of course," she whispered, overcome by arousal.

"Want to give it a try?" Rob suggested, a slightly evil smile on his face. Samantha looked at him, and her eyes expressed a mixture of excitement, nervousness, arousal and desperate longing. With slightly shaky hands, she put the collar around her neck and fastened it.

"I'm yours, Master," she said in a quiet, submissive voice.

"Correct, slave, you are," Rob said firmly, "now stand before me and strip! My slave doesn't deserve clothes unless I say so, understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said as she stood up and pulled her top over her head, then pulled down her leggings before removing her bra and panties. She stood before him, naked except for the collar, somehow feeling more naked under his gaze. He drank the rest of his beer and held out the empty bottle.

"Here, slave," he said in his commanding tone, "entertain me. Bring yourself off with this."

"What?!" Samantha said in confusion as she took the bottle from him.

"You heard me!" Rob barked. "Obey me now, or your punishment will be severe!"

Rather startled by this new side to her boyfriend, Samantha knew that he was asking her - no, ordering her - to do something humiliating and a little degrading, and also knew that she had to obey, because this was exactly what she had asked for! Feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she planted her feet wide apart and held the bottle between her spread thighs. She sucked in her breath as the cold glass touched her warm, moist flesh, and she started to work the top the bottle into her dripping pussy.

It felt weird but, gradually, she eased it in until the entire neck was inside her and the shoulders of the bottle were pressing against her labia.

"Keep going," Rob said through gritted teeth, "see if you can get the whole thing in!"

"I can't, Master!" Samantha whined, "it's too big!"

"Nonsense," he retorted, "if a baby's head can get out of there, I'm sure a bottle can go in! Try, slave." Samantha squatted to spread her legs even wider and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers as she wiggled and rotated the bottle. To her astonishment, the shoulders slipped inside her and, suddenly, the fattest part of the glass object was in her cunt!

"Oh my God!" she cried out as she pushed it further and deeper, "I can feel it pressing against my cervix!"

"Okay, now work it," Rob snapped, "cum for me, slave!"

Samantha eased the bottle out until just the neck was inside her and then began to use it like a dildo, working it in and out rapidly. The ridges and curves of the bottle stimulated her until she was panting, her eyes closed and her mouth open in her growing excitement. The fingers of her free hand parted her pussy lips and began massaging her clitoris, and her arousal mounted further.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" she gasped as she approached orgasm. When she reached her climax, her hand moved from her clitoris to grabbing and squeezing her breasts. She let out a scream as she came, experiencing one of the most intense orgasms she could remember. When it had passed, her shoulders slumped, and she handed the bottle, smeared with her juices, back to Rob.

"I hope you were entertained, Master," she said quietly.

"I was indeed, slave," Rob smiled, "I'm impressed, that must have been a little bit out of your comfort zone but you obeyed me like a good little slave. So, why don't we now do something you are much more familiar with? Fetch me those ropes you were playing with earlier, and that fine array of gags I saw."

"Yes, Master!" Samantha said with a smile and dashed off to the bedroom to collect her bondage toys. She placed them on the sofa next to Rob and stepped back, waiting excitedly to see what he would do.

Rob took up the longest piece of rope and stood up, walking around the naked woman, seeing her barely-suppressed excitement. Not too gently, he pulled her arms behind her back and looped the rope around her wrists. For Samantha, the feeling of having her hands tied behind her back was amazing. It was something she couldn't do herself, and she had imagined what it would feel like if someone did it to her, but this definitely beat her imagination. As he knotted the rope and then cinched it tight as well, she felt helpless for the first time, knowing that the only release was when, and indeed if, Rob decided she should be free. All the fun and excitement of self-bondage paled into insignificance compared to this!

To her astonishment and delight, she then felt him wrap the rope around her elbows, gradually pulling the rope tighter and drawing her arms closer.

"Tell me if it's too tight and I'll stop," Rob said. He continued to shorten the loop of rope, waiting for her to reach her limit, but it never happened. Her elbows were touching and he tied the rope off, very impressed by her flexibility and also by the effect the strict bondage was having on her body. Her back had straightened, her shoulders pulled back, and her breasts thrust forward, all caused by the binding of her arms. He looked into her face for signs of discomfort or pain, but saw only lust and pleasure.

When he began to wrap the rope around her body, below and then above her breasts, Samantha nearly wet herself with excitement. She loved images of breast bondage, had imagined how it might feel, and tried to do one on herself, so to actually have her breasts bound by her boyfriend, with no prompting by herself, was almost too good to be true. He did a good job of it too, she thought, wrapping the rope three times around her above and below, tying it good and tight, then over her left shoulder, looping around the six strands and pulling them together between her breasts, squeezing them pleasantly, then over her right shoulder and finally tied at the back. As she took a deep breath and felt the tightness of the ropes around her chest, she was in seventh heaven!

"Wow, you have a pretty good range of gags here!" Rob was saying behind her. "This one looks really strict, I think we'll go with that."

Samantha only saw which one he meant when he brought it up before her face. It was the most expensive bondage toy she had ever bought and, to be honest, the least successful. It had a leather panel to cover the mouth, lots of rubber straps, and a bladder which went into the mouth and could be inflated. But it was fiddly to put on, time-consuming at a point when she was generally in an excited rush and, try as she might, she couldn't make it comfortable, the edges of the panel digging into her cheeks and the straps were either too tight or not tight enough. It certainly wouldn't have been her choice but then, she realised, that was kind of the point. She opened her lips and accepted the foul-tasting rubber bladder into her mouth.

Rob pushed the panel into position and then fastened and tightened the rubber straps, across her cheeks, under her chin, across her face and over her scalp. He pulled them as tight as he could, until there was no more play and he couldn't get a finger between the straps and Samantha's skin. He then used the little pump bulb on the front of the panel to expand the bladder inside until it would go no further.

"How does that feel, you okay?" he asked when he saw the rather startled look in her eyes and the flush of her bulging cheeks. Samantha couldn't believe how tight the harness was around her head, making it feel as though her skull was about to be crushed! She had never done the straps up this stringently, and the ones on either side of her nose half-blinded her as they passed in front of her eyes. She was also astonished by the thing inside her mouth, which Rob had pumped up until it was forcing her jaws apart, seemingly only kept from breaking point by the chin strap. She experimented with trying to speak, but there was absolutely no way anything was getting out of her mouth, let alone sound. Now she understood the awesome power of this gag. She nodded in response to his question, wondering what he planned to do to her next.

He led her over to the table, and made her stand against it with the edge of the tabletop pressing against the tops of her thighs while he went back to the sofa and returned with more rope. Pulling her feet apart, he bent down and tied her ankles to the legs of the table, forcing her to spread her own legs wide.

"Just one more," he said as he went to the opposite side of the table and tied one end of a length of rope to the table leg, before passing the rope through the loop on the front of the dog collar. He pulled it through and took up the slack, then continued to pull, forcing Samantha to bend over the table until her breasts were squashed against the surface. He tied the other end of the rope to the other table leg, holding her in place, now barely able to move a muscle. She had never imagined that Rob would go this far, tie her so strictly, and she found the whole experience an incredible turn-on.

"Now, what were you saying to me the other day?" Rob mused, "'If you tie me up nice and tight and gag me, you can do anything you want to me and I won't be able to stop you'? I think this is tight enough, don't you? So I can do anything I want, huh? But then, you did make a couple of suggestions, didn't you? I'm sure spanking got a mention…"

As he said this, he brought the palm of his hand down hard across her buttocks, causing a satisfyingly loud smack and making her flesh wobble, despite the lack of excess flab. Samantha tried to flinch under the blow, but she was so tightly bound that her body stayed exactly where it was. The quiet sound of a muffled whimper or squeal came out of her nose, but it was impossible to tell from that how much she had actually been hurt by the slap, or just surprised.

"What *SMACK* a BAD *SMACK* GIRL *SMACK* You have BEEN, Samantha! *SMACK* SO *SMACK* NAUGHTY! *SMACK*" Rob spanked away at her behind until her cheeks were glowing red and he could see the tears in her eyes, at which point he relented.

"I think you also mentioned being 'taken up the arse.' Well, honey, your wish is my command!" Samantha felt her sore buttocks being priced apart and something pressing against her anus. It was the tip of his erect cock and, with considerable effort, he forced open her sphincter and thrust into her virgin rectum, burying himself deep within. The tears now fell from her eyes at the pain and humiliation of this assault, and she could do nothing but screw up her face and endure the violent fucking he gave her.

A random thought crossed her mind as he rode her so hard that the ropes on her ankles pulled sharply to hold her in place as each thrust threatened to push her across the table: her concerns that Rob was just too nice and too considerate to ever satisfy her kinky desires had certainly been blown away by this performance! It seemed like he was having no problems in objectifying her and subjecting her to this 'awful sexual experience'. She was relieved when she heard him cry out at the point of climax and felt his warm seed spurt inside her.

After he had pulled out and caught his breath, Rob released her from the table and untied her, removing the gag. Samantha rubbed her arms back to life, rotating her shoulders and gingerly touching the flesh of her still-throbbing buttocks. She looked with fascination at the rope marks on her wrists, elbows and ankles, wondering how long these badges of her bondage would last before they faded.

"You can take the collar off now," Rob said. Slowly, Samantha unfastened it and put it on the table, at which point Rob wrapped her in a bear hug of a cuddle.

"Oh, Sam, you okay?" he said into her ear, "I hope I didn't go too far!" Samantha put her hands on his cheeks and held him at arm's length. He could see the tears in her eyes and on her flushed cheeks, but he could also see the smile on her face.

"Rob, that was incredible!" she said quietly, "it was everything I hoped it would be, everything I've dreamed about for so long! It was the most intense and pleasurable experience of my life!"

"Oh, thank goodness for that!" he smiled, kissing her tenderly on the lips, "I was really nervous."

"You were magnificent!" Samantha replied, kissing him again, "you played your role beautifully."

"You want to get dressed and go out for a drink?" Rob asked, "or do you just want to go to bed?"

"Let's compromise," Samantha replied with a wicked smile as she picked up the collar and put it back on, "now your slave is fully dressed, Master, would you like to take her to bed?"

"Now you really are being a naughty slave," Rob smiled, "you want more?"

"Yes, please, Master," Samantha replied. Rob picked up the handcuffs and locked Samantha's wrists together behind her back. He hooked a finger through the loop on her collar and led her through to the bathroom, indicating that she should use the toilet.

"I don't need to go, Master," Samantha said in an embarrassed voice.

"You go when I tell you to, slave," Rob growled, "get on there and piss!" Samantha perched on the loo seat and, after a couple of minutes, managed to force herself to go. She now looked at the toilet roll in confusion as, with her hands cuffed, she couldn't wipe herself. Rob reached across her and tore off a length which he then used to dab her dry between her legs. She stood to one side whilst Rob emptied his own bladder, before shaking away the last drops.

"Come on then, off to bed with you," he said and led the way into the bedroom. He undressed, pulled back the covers, and sat at the top of the bed, his arms draped along the headboard.

"Okay, slave, you mentioned Deep Throat before. Now is your opportunity to show me how good you are at that particular skill."

"Yes, Master," Samantha said submissively, once more relishing the way he ordered her. She shuffled across the bed on her knees and bent over his groin, using her tongue to gradually bring him from flaccid to fully erect. She could taste and smell the urine but, while feeling humiliated and degraded to be cleaning him like this, and thus erotically stimulated, ignored it and carried on.

She sucked on his balls for a while, then ran her moist lips back and forth along his shaft, gently masturbating him with her mouth, before moving so that she was astride his body and could go down on him properly. As she took him fully into her mouth, she heard him groan with pleasure, and she knew she was getting to him.

Flattening herself against him, pressing her breasts down onto his abdomen, she slid herself forward and took his erection into her throat, swallowing him in the approved Deep Throat manner. This brought another groan, louder this time, and she felt his body go tense beneath her. Now she moved him in and out of her throat, alternately licking and sucking him, before taking him deep once more.

"Holy fuck!" Rob let out a strangulated cry, "you've never done that before! Oh my God, that is so good! You'd better stop, I'm going to cum any second!" Samantha never let him cum in her mouth, she would stop sucking him and finish him off with her hand, making him shoot his load on the bed or the carpet where it could be cleaned up later.

But not tonight. She knew he was about to climax, she could feel the tremors in his cock, but she kept him in her mouth. Suddenly, accompanied by another loud cry, he exploded with a torrent of semen, and Samantha sucked and swallowed it greedily. She even let the last few spurts spray across her face, just like she'd seen in so many video clips on the Internet. It made her feel like a dirty porn star, filthy whore, and sexy sex slave all at once. She felt good!

"Okay," Rob said, trying to catch his breath, "that was officially the best blowjob I've ever had!"

"Thank you, Master," Samantha cooed, "your slave is happy that she has brought you pleasure!"

Rob moved down the bed and pulled Samantha into a cuddle, kissing her long and passionately. He pulled the covers over them and, gradually, they both fell into a tired, satisfied sleep.