Joanne's Story - The Beginning

This is a fictional story of the humiliation and sexual exploitation of a middle aged lady by a man. Her deepest desire is to become a sex slave but she gets more than she bargains for when they meet.

The story contains scenes of violence, cruelty and humiliation. Please be warned.

I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, on my stories or please feel free to email me on picturepainter123@yahoo.co.uk.

Dedicated to my beautful sexy Joanne, my cyber lover and Muse. This is for you baby.

Joanne’s Story – The Beginning

I sometimes wonder how I got myself into the situation that I am in today and especially right at this moment. I can feel the straps tightly bound around my wrists and ankles and my vision has been completely taken away with the blindfold around my eyes. I am lying on my back on what feels like a table with the last few remnants of my underwear still in place.

I know I shouldn’t be here but the excitement that is soaring through my body is amazing and I cannot pull myself away from wanting more and more from this person that has entrapped me. My emotions are mixed between a real longing for excitement but also fear of what might happen to me. I do not have a ‘safe word’ nor do I think I would use one anyway.

Then, suddenly, just at that moment that I am caught deep in my own thoughts I feel hot breath on one of my large engorged nipples. I bite down on my red painted lip as I raise my body up. Then I........................ feel……………………………………..Oh Fuck…………………………..!

2 Months earlier

I had always had a fascination with sexual fantasy but like most people with partners had kept most of it secret. And much of my fascination was fuelled by stories on sex sites. But I never dreamt that I would be brave enough to actually act any of them out for real. But it was through my reading of such stories that I got in contact with an authors and we started to correspond by email.

I had become single for reasons I won’t go into here but the internet can become compulsive when you find something that you like and it can help you while away the hours when alone in the house as I am often these days.

The correspondence I started seemed innocent enough at first and there were pleasantries exchanged by me and my email companion. But this quickly led onto more lurid mails and photo exchanges but more importantly discussions around fantasies. He knew what I was into through my telling him which stories he had written that I liked, but suddenly and before I knew it, I found myself talking about my deepest darkest wants and needs to what was really a perfect stranger. The man whom I later knew as Peter. Soon we had moved from emails to chatting on instant messaging and I still had no idea who this person actually was although I had admitted that the thought of domination and submission was something that did get me very horny. And some of the Instant Messaging led to some quote graphic role playing and self satisfaction certainly by me! And this continued almost on a daily basis for weeks and I used to feel my pussy dripping just to see an email from him, wondering what he might be asking or telling me to do next.

Finally (and I should have realised that it might come to this) he said he was on business in my area and asked me for a meeting. For some reason, probably my fascination with the way that our electronic relationship had gone up until now, and my intrigue into who this person really was, I finally agreed to meet him one Saturday night. We agreed to meet in a small pub in the east end of the city. This wasn’t my favourite part of the town, due to its bad reputation but he convinced me that it would be okay and that his hotel was nearby so it made sense for him to go there.

Next came the instructions on how he wanted to me dress. Not only that but the day after I received a package through the post and quickly opened it to see a black leather mini skirt, a black collar, a red silky blouse, and of course, every man’s favourite, lace topped black hold-up stockings.

Saturday

I received an email from Peter again, telling me exactly where and when and to be wearing exactly what he had sent through with nothing more other than heels. I replied with a question over the underwear he wanted and his reply was curt to say the least. ‘You will wear no underwear Joanne!’ It simply said and I knew within my heart that there was no point in arguing.

I could feel a real tingle of excitement running through me all day and around 5 I dressed in what he had sent and looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel the tingle of excitement growing in my body and sending all the right messages down below. I wasn’t sure what to expect or whether he would even like me but I had not been in a relationship for some time and was looking for fun. I therefore dressed as he had demanded but with one exception, I wore black lace panties. I suppose I was thinking that if he got far enough to see them, he wouldn't care that I had worn them. Well I got that one well and truly wrong!

I waited in the cold outside the pub when he pulled up in a hired car.
“You must be Joanne!” He called out of the window and I leaned down to take a look at the man, slightly older than me but kind looking with a mop of brown hair. “Hi!” I smiled.
“I’ll drive around the corner!” He said checking his mirrors. “You just walk after me and I’ll meet you there!”
He pulled the car away and turned around the corner and I followed, my heels clicking on the ground as I walked. I turned the corner to see the back of a porn shop facing the pub and a small car park. I walked up to the car which was parked in the corner and watched as the door opened. He sat still in the car as I approached in the darkness and looked in at him.
“You wanna go for a drink then?” I asked innocently.
“Of course I fucking don’t!” He smiled up at me eyeing my deep cleavage in the blouse and I watched as his hand went down to his trousers and he undid his flies. I also watched as a semi hard cock popped out into view.
“You know what I want, slut!” He suddenly said firmly and I started to panic.
“I um……………..!” I hesitated looking back towards the exit of the Carpark but he took over the conversation.
“We talked about this online and you are going to do it! I didn’t waste my time coming all this way just to be fucked about so you can suck me off and then I might let you buy me a drink!”
I was totally shocked by his boldness and hesitated looking around for someone to help me. Then I felt his other hand slide onto my stocking clad thigh and felt the familiar tingle of excitement shoot up my leg and into my pussy. He simply needed to look at me and my will was almost instantly broken.
“Get on the ground and suck me off! Now!” He glared.

Almost obediently I knelt on the ground and took his cock into my hand and began licking the shaft and cock head. I was lost in the moment when I felt his grip my hair tightly hurting me and pulling my face up to look at his. “Listen to me you fat slut, I want you to suck it, not tease it. You get it right or I'll go into the pub and you can practice on every man in there!” I quickly got the message and took him completely into my warm mouth and began sucking expertly.
I couldn’t believe I had got myself into this situation and could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me down as his bucked his hips. He was going faster and his cock was going deeper into my mouth and throat. “That’s it!” Peter groaned and he suddenly started to moan loudly as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum so I started swallowing in anticipation thinking he wouldn’t let me escape anyway. But instead, he pulled me by the hair off his cock and held my face inches from his cock. I looked down to see the swollen mushroom head suddenly start to explode as it shot pulse after pulse of thick white sperm in long strings all over my face. One shot went into my eye another into my mouth and some into my hair. The rest hit my chin and nose. I could only imagine what a sight I must have been and this was a totally new experience for me.

He released my face and I stood up and started to reach into my handbag for some tissues to clean my face when he said. “Hey, cum-slut! Get back down here and lick my cock clean!” For no apparent reason other than being ordered to, I obediently bent down and licked his cock and hand clean before I began the search for my tissues again.
“You’re a silly cunt aren’t you!” He said from his seated position. “Don't use tissues for that. Use your fingers and lick them clean.”

I finally cleaned myself as best I could with my fingers and Peter got out of the car.

This was the first time I have seen him in real life and he was taller than I expected (with a much bigger cock too!). He had dark hair, tanned skin, and appeared to exercise regularly. He may have been older in years but certainly didn’t look it. He just looked like a rugged hunk and I liked what I saw and just hoped he felt the same about me! I followed him into the back door of the pub and through to the bar.
“Now get me a drink!” He barked at me.
I looked around the rough place not liking what I saw very much with lots of men all ogling me in the slutty outfit that my ‘date’ had ordered me to wear.
“I don’t like it in here!” I said in a hushed voice. “Can’t we go somewhere else, please?”

Peter simply smirked at me and replied. “It's your choice. Here or I’ll take you into the porn shop next door. I'm sure you'll meet some interesting people there!” I remembered seeing the shop and felt almost sick.

As I walked into the bar, I tried to take in the atmosphere. It was dark and filled with grey smoke from the cigarettes around the room. There was a long wooden bar in the centre that might have looked nice in a Cowboy film but not in the east end of Glasgow. It just looked chipped and tarnished. In the back was the familiar pool table.

The bar seemed to be filled with bikers, burly workmen and slutty girls who looked like they were pretending to be women. A female waitress who looked around 18 but was probably older gathered drinks behind the bar. The barman in the meantime was an old fat guy with a course beard.

I continued looking around at the strange collection of freaks in the bar. Perhaps the Porn Shop would have been a better option, I thought to myself. I was suddenly aware of my ‘date’s’ presence behind me as he reached his arm around me and squeezed my right breast through the ...


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