Thread: What a Girl Wants

Nina enjoyed the drive over to the Holiday Inn. Paul drove her Porsche Cayenne Turbo S. She had protested with a pretty pout when he took the keys, but when he pointed out that sex slaves didnt get to protest she immediately brightened up. Why Nina found bondage comforting was something she had never tried to understand. She simply accepted that any form of bondage or restraint intrigued her. Her fantasies had been of herself as a helpless, tormented prisoner from a young age. And after she turned fourteen, they had turned sexual and as she grew older, increasingly powerful. As they drove to the inn, the powerful motor was not the only sensation she felt. Just by saying the word sex-slave, Paul had triggered a powerful reaction in her body. To be blunt, she was aroused, deeply aroused. She blushed and glanced over at Paul, feeling the wetness between her legs, how sensitive and swollen the lips of her pussy seemed, and the small, tingling hunger that teased her rigid nipples. Paul, she said in almost a whine. Tie me up when we get there. Shit, bitch, he growled. You always want to be tied up. Nina licked her lips. She could already imagine her wrists tied, her ankles spread with his weight on her back, his cock plumbing her depths. Please! The girl didnt realize that Paul has put a bag of her toys in the small trunk of her overpowered car. Daddys little girl, he thought in disgust. He bought her anything she wanted and if that wasnt enough, Ninas mother had left her a fortune in a trust fund. The principle was totally tied up and untouchable, but the interest alone was impressive. And she just wants to be treated like a dirty little sex-toy. When we get there, he murmured. Nina licked her lips. One slender hand reached over and began to rub Pauls crotch. Oh baby, she said. When Paul got there, he asked for Room 211. The man at the counter gave him a strange look, but handed over the keys. Once in the room, Paul told Nina to strip. She smiled, but didnt complain. Once naked, but for a g-string, she paused to admire herself in the mirror. She turned to pose in silhouette, loving how her beautiful, high, firm breasts looked. Her skin was utterly unmarked. She was vain about her hair and body and had only pierced her ears. She loved how slender her waist was above her slim hips. Looking at her tight ass, she ran her hands over her taut buttocks. Fuck, Paul said. Youre so vain. How can you ever be a slave when youre already a slut who will do anything? Nina actually looked hurt and tears welled up in her preternaturally light blue eyes. Paul was always amazed at how innocent the girl could look with her 411 frame. It should have been an obvious act, but somehow, she had a naivet that shown through no matter who she had fucked. Thats just it Paul, she said. I need you to be strong enough to get me past the play acting, the pretending. I need you to take me into ultimate submission. Paul nodded like he was seriously listening to the girl. Crazy bitch, he was thinking inside. Why do psychos make the best lays? You got it baby. I can do anything I want to you, anything at all? Nina gave a flirtatious wink. Im putting myself totally in your hands. You can do anything your heart desires. Paul smiled and put the bag on the bed. Ninas eyes got wide. You know what this is baby, he said. She gave a hesitant little nod. Like she was nervous, Paul thought. He knew what she wanted. Pulling the leather ring gag out, he told her. Open your mouth. She had trouble opening her small mouth wide enough, but he managed to slip the ring inside and placed it at the front of her mouth, behind her teeth. He then tightened the thick strap around the back of her head, over her long blonde hair. He then cuffed her hands behind her back and had her kneel. Placing a blind fold over her eyes, Paul gave a smile that was almost cruel. Ninas heart beat faster. Paul had looked different somehow. She felt him pushing down on her shoulder and she knelt, gasping when his hand brushed her breasts. Next, he put ear plugs in her ears. It was the first time he had done that and as she knelt beside him her little face turned up like a baby bird seeking its mother she wondered what he had planned next.