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How to Handle Her
by Ozymandius (no address provided)

***

She had heard about his reputation for sadomasochism and 
it intrigued her so she asked her roommate to ask him to 
call her for a date. (MF, s/m, whip, d/s, bd, apx)

***

I have to admit, it was an interesting way to be hooked 
up, but it was well worth it. We had known each other 
for several years, but neither of us had ever expressed 
an interest in the other outright. Until her roommate, 
with whom I was doing a show, told me she had asked how 
to get me to go out with her on a friendly date. So the 
friend in the show asked me to just call her. So I did. 
When I did, she was nonplussed, but simply asked, "So 
when are you free?"

"When do you want me to be free?"

"Don't be a smartass. What about tonight?"

No slow worker, this one. "Okay, your place at, say, 
seven?"

"Cool. Dress is casual. Don't plan on keeping your 
clothes on all night."

Whoa! This girl was abrupt! 

"No problem," I said, wondering what the hell she had in 
mind. I knew she had a reputation for the bizarre, but 
who was I to judge? I knew what I liked, and for all I 
knew, she might like the same.

Smartly at seven, I arrived at her apartment to find her 
in a tight red sweater, showing off her newly acquired 
body. She had lost more than fifty pounds in the past 
year, although none of it was lost from her breasts. Red 
hair to the shoulder, and a short red skirt under the 
sweater, and her whole body glowed. Red leggings, red 
heels, and for the kicker, a red lace cameo choker (I 
was really enjoying the fact that this little item was 
so much in vogue). 

She was not wearing the glasses that I occasionally saw 
perched on her nose, which made no difference, since the 
first thing you saw when she walked up was not her eyes.

"Well? Are ya just gonna stand there, or are you coming 
in?"

I stepped in, slowly, still not sure what was going on. 
"Where are your roomies?"

She smirked. "Oh, they all went out for the night. We've 
got the place to ourselves." She turned on some music, 
Pearl Jam, loudly enough to cover several other noises 
in the building. "Come on, I made food."

"Food? What for?"

"Well, you're gonna need your strength tonight. Sit. 
Pasta con broccoli, with a generous helping of mushrooms 
to build up the sexual appetite." She didn't beat around 
the bush! 

"To drink, I thought wine would be nice, but I figured 
we should have some hard stuff to chase it with." She 
poured two shots of Southern Comfort. "Here's to fucking 
like animals."

"Cheers!" I downed it. 

Southern Comfort is famous for picking up the libido, 
and everything else in the room was made to order for a 
night of unending sex. I smelled trap, but I was too 
turned on to even try doing anything about it. She 
downed hers, then poured herself another and passed me 
the bottle.

"Not yet. I don't want to lose control too soon."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll have complete control soon 
enough." That was certainly an enigmatic statement! 
"Let's eat. I'm starved." Obviously, food wasn't the 
only thing she was starving for.

We dug into our food, which was wonderful, and then 
settled down in the living room for a drink. She poured 
two more shots, then settled down on the couch next to 
me, leaning on my shoulder and looking into my eyes like 
a poor lost kitten.

"Do you find me attractive?" I was about to sputter my 
answer, then realized where this was going. I decided 
not to play her game, and instead started one of my own.

"You know I do. But why haven't you said anything until 
now?"

She flitted her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's because 
I didn't realize until recently how much I wanted you, 
and after Anadrea told me about your... um, past." 

Hmmm. Just what had her roommate said, I wondered. I 
replied, "Well, I don't really advertise, but I had 
always thought maybe you and I would have the right 
chemistry. You know, though, that I'm not Mr. Socially 
Outgoing."

"I know. That's why I finally just said, fuck it, and 
told Andrea to tell you to call me. I almost didn't 
believe it when you did, though."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I don't know. I'm just glad you did." 

This was a side of her I had never seen before, or was 
she playing me for a sap? I stood my ground. "Well, you 
wanted me here tonight pretty badly. So what's the real 
story?"

"Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would be 
like... Andrea doesn't know what kinds of things I like, 
does she? But I'll bet you do. I'll bet you like them 
too." She stroked herself, teasingly. "I'll bet. Think 
you can handle me?"

"Yes," I said, not quite sure yet.

We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling my 
raging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissed 
the head of my cock as it sprang out of its cage. Then 
her silken lips encircled the head, and slid down my 
length, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass. 
I felt I would lose my load in and there, but she 
stopped and looked straight into my eyes.

"I like it rough..."

"Good," I said, feeling more confident that I knew what 
was going to happen.

"Do you like it rough?"

"Yes," I agreed.

"Top or bottom?"

"Top," I replied.

"Have you ever strangled anybody before?"

Caught off guard but enthralled, I said, "Yes."

"During sex?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Could you handle me?"

"Absolutely."

"So. Handle me," she offered.

I kissed her. Our tongues met, then danced in her mouth 
as I grabbed her breasts. I could feel that she was not 
wearing a bra under that sweater, and her nipples were 
already hard. It was not from the cold, either. I 
reached for her throat, putting my hands around her 
neck, and gently pressed my thumbs into her. 

She moaned softly, and her tongue got more excited. I 
squeezed, and she began to gasp as we kissed, but her 
tongue never slowed, getting in fact more excited by the 
second.

She pulled back. "That's fine, but I want to continue 
this in bed. My room." She took my hand, grabbed the 
Southern Comfort, and led me to her room.

Her room was already dimly lit with candles, but I could 
see her bed covered in a sleek red silk sheet. I also 
saw, with some excitement, that there were handcuffs on 
the top two metal posts, already latched. To the bottom 
two posts, I saw leather straps connected to loops, 
which I recognized as ankle restraints. Above the bed on 
the wall, in reach of the bed, was a shelf with a whip 
and a short length of rope. She set the bottle down on a 
table next to the bed, then beckoned me to the bed with 
a single finger.

"C'mere. Handle me some more," she suggested.

I moved to the bed, lying down on top of her, and kissed 
her again deeply. I began to fondle her breasts, but she 
moved my hands to her moist clit, which was, I now 
noticed, unencumbered by panties. I rubbed her clit 
softly, sliding a finger in and out of her, and she 
moaned softly. I now noticed that the music had been 
turned down, and offered to go and turn it back up.

"Forget it. Don't worry about it. Nobody'll hear us, or, 
at least, they won't hear me."

We kissed again, and I began to remove her sweater. Her 
breasts bounced as the fabric slid over and off of them, 
and I saw for the first time, nipples as large as old 
dollar coins, and as hard as my cock. I began to nibble 
on them, then bite them, as she moaned and sighed.

"Harder!" she demanded.

I began to bite her nipples hard now, feeling my teeth 
bury into her flesh. I sucked each one raw, but she just 
moaned ever the more, getting more and more excited as I 
got rougher and rougher.

"Restrain me," she begged.

I nodded, not stopping the force on her breasts, but 
grabbing her wrists one at a time, placing them in the 
cuffs. When they were both in metal, I moved down to her 
ankles, placing them in their appropriate restraint. 
Then I began to lick her all over, starting at her toes, 
moving to her knee, then her clit, and finally to her 
belly button. When I reached her stomach, I deftly 
removed her skirt, which was simply snapped on at the 
waist, and flung it to the ground.

"Fuck me hard!"

I stood up on my knees between her legs, undoing my 
belt, and slid my jeans down and off. Those, too, went 
to the floor. Then I slowly slid my cock into her, 
rocking into and out of her already very wet hole. She 
moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace. I built up to a 
rhythm, and she began to moan even louder. I stopped.

"Why'd you stop!" She shouted.

"Because you're gonna have the cops here with your 
moaning," I retorted. I knew she wanted me in control.

"Well, then, make me be quiet."

I grinned. I slid back into her, then lay on top of her 
and built up a rhythm again, until I felt myself 
spasming. I pulled out, coming on her stomach, and she 
yelped. "What the fuck was that? I haven't even gotten 
started," demanded, with disappointment showing in her 
voice.

"Don't worry, neither have I."

First, I cleaned the cum off of her stomach with tissue. 
Then, when I started removing her restraints, she 
groaned desultorily. When she was free, she sat up, arms 
crossed.

"Maybe this isn't what I wanted. You should just go."

I grabbed the whip. Deftly, I unraveled it in front of 
her. She stared, but repeated, "Just go."

"No. I'm not done, and neither are you. Turn over."

She whimpered, but lay down on her stomach.

"On all fours. Up." She didn't move. I cracked the whip 
on her sexy ass. She yelped. I repeated, "Up!" more 
forcefully, and she stood up on all fours.

I climbed back on the bed, behind her, and slowly 
entered her. She moaned, but pouted at me over her 
shoulder. I threw back a glance that would have made my 
mother back off. I grabbed her hips, pulling them toward 
my crotch, and she moaned loudly again. 

Slowly, I built up a rhythm to the music that was barely 
audible in the other room. She leaned her head back, 
moaning so loudly that the wall creaked. I grabbed her 
hair, and began to thrust madly. She began to moan and 
yell as I did so, and I didn't stop her for the moment. 
Suddenly I slowed, and she looked over her shoulder at 
me.

"What, is that it?"

I grinned. "Hardly." I reached above her head, and 
grabbed the rope that was there. Slowly, I placed it 
around her neck, looping it two times. She looked at me, 
but made no noise. Slowly, I began to thrust again, 
tightening the rope as I did.

"Think you'll stay quiet now?"

She tried to reply, but I stopped her with a quick tug, 
and she gagged. Instead, she thrust against me 
forcefully, almost begging me to do my worst. I thrust 
into her again and again, slowly tightening the rope 
around her neck as I did. She tried to moan loudly, but 
couldn't get more than a gasp out. In halting tones, she 
said, "Make it last a while. I love being light-headed." 

I tugged the rope more, but not too much, and she threw 
her head back, asking for more. Still holding the rope, 
I grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled, eliciting an 
excited gasp from her. I pounded into her harder, not 
tightening the rope too much, until an eternity seemed 
to pass, and she came, jism running down our legs. I 
didn't stop.

She wheezed. "I came!"

"I'm not finished. Keep going."

She gasped, a long, excited gasp, and pushed back into 
me. I continued to plunge into her roughly, and 
tightened the rope around her neck. She began to grunt, 
but stayed with it, urging me to make it ever tighter. 
She began to wheeze.

"I'm going."

I tightened the rope more, pulling back as if they were 
reins, and she jumped slightly.

"I'm going."

I thrust in earnest, feeling myself build to the point 
of no return. I was about to pull out, when she said, 
"I'm gone!"

She went limp on the rope, I pulled out of her and 
sprayed on her fine ass. She crumpled onto her arms, and 
I quickly loosened the rope from her neck. 

I turned her over onto her back, and lifted her head so 
she wouldn't swallow her tongue, then lightly kissed 
her. She coughed and wheezed, the color slowly returning 
to her face, and looked at me with red eyes that matched 
her earlier outfit.

"Is that how I should handle you?"

She smiled grandly. "Oh yes!" She took a big breath, and 
I kissed her once more, deeply. She then said, "Just how 
much work will it take to get handled like this more 
often?"

"Well," I said, "That depends on how much you like to 
cook."

END

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