They Tied Me Up in Their Living Room and I Became the Master

I woke with a jolt, my head buzzing and my mouth dry. Total darkness. I tried to move and immediately felt the rope binding my wrists behind my back, tightened in a knot that wouldn’t give. My ankles were the same. I couldn’t get up.

I’ve been an investigative journalist for eight years, and that was the first time in my career I felt real fear. The last thing I clearly remembered was sitting down in a private dining booth in a restaurant downtown. A woman named Valeria had contacted me by email saying she had evidence against Rodrigo Salcedo and his wife Natalia, a high-society couple involved in a forced prostitution ring. She told me she had been one of the victims herself. I remembered the wine, her calm voice as she spoke, and then a complete blank that could only be explained by something dissolved in the glass.

I was trying to clear my head when a door opened and light flooded the room all at once. It took me several seconds to adjust my vision. When I could finally see clearly, I recognized the couple standing in front of me: Rodrigo, tall and dressed in a dark suit, with an expression of satisfaction that chilled my blood; and her, Natalia, blonde, about thirty-five, with a beauty that was intact and cold as marble.

—There’s the nosy journalist —she said, letting her gaze travel over my body.

—Good —Rodrigo replied in the tone of a man closing a deal—. You know I have to leave early tomorrow, so I’m leaving him to you. Just get back what’s ours.

—Don’t worry, darling. You know perfectly well what I’m capable of.

—Have fun —he said, and walked out without looking at me.

Natalia came closer slowly. She was wearing tight black trousers and an ivory silk shirt. Nothing about her appearance suggested what was about to happen.

—You hand over the documents and you go home. Simple as that.

She was referring to the folder my source had given me three weeks earlier. It contained transfers, contracts, and audio recordings that tied the couple directly to their network. I had kept them outside the apartment, in a place no one would find without my instructions.

—I don’t know what documents you’re talking about —I replied.

—Of course you do. —She leaned slightly toward me—. We searched your flat and they weren’t there. So we’ll continue this conversation here.

She stepped away for a moment and Valeria appeared through the side door. Now that I could see her without the restaurant mask, I understood everything. She had been the trap from the beginning.

The two of them hauled me up from the floor and worked the rope around my wrists to fasten it to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Once I was hoisted, the strain in my shoulders came immediately and was intense. Then I could properly see the room for the first time: metal rings anchored to the walls and floor, a dark wooden panel covered with whips, floggers, cuffs, gags, and accessories whose use was perfectly obvious. I hadn’t fallen into amateur hands.

—You’ve got until my husband gets back from Dubai to decide —Natalia said—. A week gives us plenty of time.

Without warning, she slapped me across the face so hard my head snapped to the side. The pain hit my ear first, then my jaw.

—Still speechless? I almost prefer it. Gives me more of an excuse to have fun.

—I don’t have any of your documents —I repeated—. You’ve got the wrong man.

—Nice try.

Another slap that made sparks flash before my eyes.

—Just in case you get any stupid ideas —she said, showing me an electric immobilizer—, this hurts in a way you won’t forget.

I quickly sized up the situation. If I told them where the documents were, I’d stop being useful. And someone useless to them was also a dangerous witness. My only option was to hold out and wait for the right moment.

—Valeria, untie his feet.

They untied my ankles and the two of them tore my shirt off. Natalia unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers down despite my active resistance. I was left only in boxer briefs.

—Now leave him to me —she said.

She knelt in front of me, slipped her thumbs inside the waistband, and yanked downward. I was left completely naked, suspended from the hook, with nothing to cover myself. My cock hung limp and shrunken from fear, and she looked at it with the same coldness with which someone inspects an item in a display case.

—Look at him, Valeria. Not bad at all. —She gave a short laugh with no warmth—. We’ve got all the time in the world.

She reached out her hand and took my cock between her thumb and forefinger, as if it disgusted her to touch it and at the same time she wanted to measure it. She weighed it in her hand, tugged it upward, let it fall. With the other hand she felt my balls, squeezing just enough to draw a gasp from me.

—He’s got something to work with —she told Valeria over her shoulder—. Shame we’re not going to fuck him today. Today we break him.

The humiliation was almost worse than the physical pain. I was young, athletic, and completely helpless before those two women. They knew it and enjoyed knowing it.

Natalia took a multi-tail whip. The first strike landed across my back, and then others followed, alternating between my back and my ass. Each blow tore out an involuntary sound I tried to suppress and couldn’t. I didn’t want to give them that satisfaction, but the body doesn’t always obey the will.

I lost count of the blows. The pain built and built until it became almost abstract, a constant presence occupying everything.

—Valeria, tie his legs apart.

Valeria took a rope and ran it from my right ankle to a ring anchored in the floor. She tightened it until I felt the rope cutting into my skin. She did the same with the left. My legs were left open at a forced angle that strained the muscles in my groin. Natalia operated a remote and I felt the hook rise, pulling my arms up until my feet left the floor completely. I was hanging in the air, legs spread, with no point of support. My cock and balls hung exposed, impossible to protect.

Natalia came closer without haste. With her palm she slowly stroked me between the legs, as if evaluating something. She cupped my balls with her fingers, weighed them in her hand, then slowly moved up the shaft to the glans, circling the tip with her thumb.

—Poor thing...

She stepped back and kicked straight into my groin. The impact on my left testicle was devastating. Hanging as I was, I couldn’t bend or cushion anything. The scream came out on its own, impossible to hold back.

The second blow landed before the first had finished hurting. She hit both at once. Nausea came before thought, and for a moment I thought I’d lose consciousness.

***

I don’t know how long I stayed like that. The pain was still there when I noticed Valeria had crouched down and was stroking me slowly with her hands. At first it was only a long caress along the inside of my thighs, a contrast so abrupt with the blows before that my body didn’t know how to interpret it. Then she took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and started massaging everything with an almost obscene slowness. She closed her fist around the shaft and worked it up and down, squeezing the foreskin back and exposing the glans on each pass. With her other hand she rolled my balls between her fingers, tugging them gently.

She leaned forward and blew hot air over the glans. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked me from base to tip in a single long, wet stroke. I clenched my teeth with all my strength. I didn’t want to react. I refused. But I’d spent minutes, maybe an hour, with all the blood concentrated down there from the blows and the handling, and Valeria’s tongue was warm and skilled.

I felt her part her lips and take the glans into her mouth. She sucked softly, teasing the tip of her tongue over the frenulum. Then she went lower, taking half the shaft into her mouth, and came back up. All of it with calculated slowness. My cock started to swell despite me. After a long while, my body responded in spite of everything, completely involuntarily, hardening fully inside her mouth.

—That’s enough —Natalia said, coming over with a flogger—. We don’t want him starting to enjoy it.

Valeria pulled off my cock with a wet pop and stepped away. Now hard and erect, it glistened with saliva and throbbed in time with my heart.

The first strike of the flogger landed on the shaft. A dry crack across the thick vein running underneath and it tore an howl from me. The second, straight to the glans. It felt like they’d shoved an electric cable into the tip. The next blows fell without any apparent order, alternating between the penis and the testicles. The flogger whistled and landed with a flat smack on my balls, on the shaft, on the reddened tip. My screams filled the room.

Natalia came close to my face, the flogger resting on her shoulder.

—See what happens when it gets hard, pig? It heats up and then I smash it. We could go on all night like this. Suck, lash, suck, lash. Until there isn’t a drop or an intact patch of skin left on you.

I was at the limit, about to give in and tell them what they wanted to know, when the idea hit me all at once and with a strange clarity: pretend to black out. I let my head fall onto my chest, relaxed my whole body, forced my breathing into a slow, deep rhythm.

The blows stopped.

—We need to keep him conscious —Natalia said—. We need him to talk. Lower him.

I felt my ankles untied and the hook slowly descend until my feet touched the floor. My legs barely supported my weight. Natalia and Valeria had turned toward the wall panel to look for another instrument.

It was my moment.

I sprang to my feet. With a short, precise jump, I pulled my wrists free from the hook. Free. My hands were still tied together, but that was secondary.

I launched myself at Natalia before she could turn around. I delivered a hard blow to the back of her neck with my hands joined like a club. She went down without a sound. Valeria shouted a warning that arrived half a second too late. I dodged her arm and drove my elbow into her stomach with every bit of force I had left. She folded in two, airless.

—This is for setting me up —I said.

I found the immobilizer in Natalia’s pocket, where she was still lying face down on the floor. I aimed it at Valeria and ordered her to untie my wrists. When I got my hands free, I picked up my trousers and put them on without taking my eyes off them for an instant.

***

I could have called the police at that point. I had enough for them both to be arrested as soon as Rodrigo landed in the country. But I decided the situation deserved one more turn before making that call.

I waited for Natalia to regain consciousness. Her eyes, when they opened, went from surprise to disorientation to fear in a matter of seconds.

—You won’t get away with this —she said, with less conviction than she probably intended.

—Sure? —I showed her the immobilizer—. Both of you, up, backs to the wall.

—No fucking way, bastard!

She lunged at me. I pressed the button. Natalia let out a sharp moan and collapsed, convulsing on the floor for a few seconds. When she came back to herself, she was considerably calmer.

—To the wall —I repeated.

They both obeyed.

—Now take off your clothes.

The two of them looked at each other. Slowly they started taking off their shirts, shoes, and trousers. Natalia was wearing a bra and white lace panties. She had the body of a woman who had carefully maintained every detail for years. Valeria was younger and less voluptuous, with a black bra and thong that left very little to the imagination.

—Who told you you could stop?

Natalia opened her mouth to protest, but the immobilizer ten centimeters from her face made her reconsider. Valeria was the first to unhook her bra. Medium-sized breasts, round, with dark, prominent nipples. Natalia followed: two generous tits that sagged slightly when freed, with large pink areolas. They took off their underwear too, instinctively covering themselves with their hands.

—Hands behind your backs.

They lowered them. Valeria was completely shaved, with a bare cunt and tight lips. Natalia showed a small blond triangle at her pubis. There they were, both naked and silent, staring at the floor.

I ordered them to turn around. I put each of their own handcuffs behind their backs. Now they were the ones who couldn’t pose any threat.

—Thanks for telling me about your husband’s trip —I told Natalia—. Now I know exactly how much time I have.

I saw in their eyes that they were beginning to understand what would come next.

I led Valeria to a ring in the corner and tied her with enough rope that she couldn’t move. Then I took Natalia to the center of the room. I made her sit on the floor and tied her ankles to a spreader bar to keep her legs open. I hooked the bar to the lifting hook and operated the control. Natalia’s legs rose despite her protests until she was left completely suspended upside down, with her head a few centimeters from the floor and her cunt exposed and vulnerable upward.

—Looks like you’ve run out of words —I said.

A stream of urine burst out from between her legs before I even got hold of the whip from the panel.

—Easy. We’re going to take it slow.

My first blows were to her belly. Her screams echoed in a peculiar way because of the inverted position, with an urgency that filled the whole room. I aimed lower. The whip struck one of her hanging breasts and made it swing with the impact. The howls intensified and mixed with pleas.

—Please... no more... —she begged.

—All right. We change targets.

She understood before I made the move. Another stream of urine appeared just before the whip struck directly between her open legs, flat against her cunt. The shriek reverberated through the room.

I took a single-tail whip for the next round. Narrower, when it curled it could reach spots the multi-tail whip couldn’t hit with the same precision. I flicked my wrist and the strap coiled right over the swollen clit. Natalia arched her whole body inside the ropes. The effect on her clit was immediate. Her pleas turned into something more desperate than anything I’d heard before.

—Look at you —I said, crouching until my face was level with hers upside down—. So elegant in the restaurant, so much the mistress of your house, and now pissed yourself, cunt wide open and crying like a whore. How many women came through here before you? How many did you tie to this same floor?

I slid two fingers between her reddened lips, without caution. They were slick with urine and with something else that wasn’t urine. I felt her clench around my hand involuntarily. I pulled them out and dragged them over her closed mouth, smearing her lips.

—Look at you. You even like it.

After another round across her ass, I went to the wall panel and fetched a medium-sized anal plug. I used saliva as lubricant, spitting directly onto the tight ring, and slowly worked it in despite her tense, continuous protests. The tip gave way first, then the widening section opened her centimeter by centimeter. Natalia growled through clenched teeth. I didn’t stop until it was fully seated, the flat base pressed against her skin.

—Stay like that for a while. And clench tight so you don’t lose it.

***

I went over to Valeria. Her eyes were red and she was trying to control her breathing without quite managing it.

—You told me you’d been a victim —I said—. That’s what made me let my guard down.

—I was only doing what they told me...

—Sure. That’s why your treatment is going to be special.

I took her to a corner where there was a wooden structure shaped like a wedge, placed horizontally between two trestles, what is usually called a punishment horse or frame. I made her step over it until she was standing with the edge between her legs. I tied her wrists to a ring in the ceiling.

—Sit down.

Valeria slowly lowered herself, eyes full of fear, until her shaved cunt touched the wood. Since she was still standing, only part of her weight was on it. I took her left foot and tied it close to her ass. The pressure of the wedge increased at once and she swallowed a scream. I did the same with the right foot. Now all her weight rested on the wooden edge, directly on her cunt, her vulva split in two by the blade-like ridge.

I saw her trying to lean back to ease the pressure on her clit. I clipped two clamps to her nipples and ran the rope toward the front of the structure. I pulled gently. The scream was immediate. Her nipples stretched forward, dark and taut. Now she had to choose between the pressure of the wood on her cunt or the pull on her nipples. There was no relieving position.

With one finger I parted her lips over the wood. They were already swollen and red from the friction.

—Look how stupid the body is —I told her, running my finger over the opening—. It hurts and at the same time it gets wet. You should know that better than anyone.

I put a gag on her. I’d already heard enough excuses.

***

I stood for a moment watching the two of them. The pain in my own body was still there, but I had found another way to process it.

I went up to Natalia. Her vulva was red and swollen from the blows she’d taken. I stroked it over the top and with two fingers parted the lips to inspect the effect. I slid my fingers all the way in, and she let out a hoarse moan she couldn’t hide. I moved them in and out, slowly, curling them upward. She clenched around my hand in a way that betrayed her completely.

—See? —I whispered near her ear—. You can’t even hold yourself back.

Then I yanked the anal plug out and saw the hole had been completely dilated, open like a flower and not closing all the way. I lowered her from the hook and laid her on the floor with her hands cuffed in front and her ankles chained to a floor ring with a padlock. She wasn’t going anywhere.

—Did you enjoy the welcome? —I asked.

Natalia didn’t answer. She only looked at me with a mixture of hatred and exhaustion, her thighs stained and her cunt still throbbing.

I went over to Valeria. Her tearful eyes followed me with none of the composure she’d had in the restaurant. I removed the nipple clamps first. The muffled cry beneath the gag told me the blood rushed back all at once. Then I lowered her from the structure and tied her to the floor the same way as Natalia, but on the other side of the room. I took the gag off at the end. Her groin was marked with a deep red line, as if someone had driven a knife from her clit to her ass.

—See? I told you it was going to be different.

She couldn’t form any coherent response.

I left a glass of water within each of their reach. I needed them to be in a reasonable condition to answer for everything they had done before a judge. I would call the police from outside, once I recovered the documents from the post office box where I’d hidden them.

I picked up the immobilizer from the floor, gave the room one last look —the two of them naked, cuffed, marked, finally silent— and walked out, locking the door behind me.

Rodrigo still had six days before he landed in the country.

More than enough.