Exhaustion In Bondage

That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she
would be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take me
home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she
simply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and
force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked,
change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that
she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or
so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason with
her, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savings
to live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her know
when my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when it
became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her,
she stopped going through the formality of betting me and would
simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from
me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet
either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would
pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her
bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally
fainted from sheer exhaustion.

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