Bet you are a Masochist

Sam, Patricia and Kyle were friends since they began college. They were together all the time: for lunches, for studying, for drinking. Tonight was one of those nights in which they were left behind by the rest of their group of friends in the bar.

This was their favorite bar; the one Sam discovered when they were in their sophomore year. It was quiet, filled with jazz and perfect for collecting yourself after a night of partying hard. They were drunk, but happily drunk. They were far away from their first’s parties together when being wasted was the goal. Now they enjoyed the silliness that the alcohol allowed and the music around them.

Sam was always very serious and dominant, but he was a good friend. He was tall, with dark hair shaven close to his scalp. Patricia was a petite woman, of small frame and delicate movements. She was always clumsy and made an embarrassment of herself regularly.  She tough that it could come in handy when performing. Kyle was happy, and that was the best description one could gave of him. He was always up to look at the positive, he was always up for a fun vacation or a silent coffee, he was happy and he shared it as an offering.

That night they were drinking the night away, they were laughing at Patricia and her clumsiness. This particular night she was trying to get the bartender´s number but she spilled her drink on her lap in a ridiculous way that only got an annoyed look from the man.

“I bet you are a Masochist Pat.” Said Kyle, drinking his Cuba Libre.

“I´m not!” responded a heated Patricia “Wherever it is, I am not!” Kyle keeps of laughing and addressed Sam, who was eyeing Patricia over his shoulder “What do you think Sam? I bet you 100 bucks she is!”

Sam didn’t respond right away, but looked at Patricia with a studying face. “Maybe, she could have it in her”.

Patricia went in “Well, I bet you two 100 bucks I´m not! Where do I find it out to reclaim my bet?” The two men laughed on their drinks.

“I´ll do it” said Sam, Kyle smiled broadly and added

“I know you want to, just take care and tell me when to ask for my money” and with that Kyle payed his drink and went home.

Patricia looked at Sam with a puzzled face. “What just happened?”

“You accepted a bet, Pat. And Kyle is taking advantage of your complete lack of knowledge or common sense” Said Sam mather of factly. “You are too drunk tonight. Come to my place tomorrow night and let’s find out if you are a Masochist”. Patricia trusted her friends like she trusted herself, and that was a great deal.

“Well, I trust you, let’s do this”. They played their drinks and went their separate ways.

 

The next night Patricia was standing in Sam´s doorframe at 8 o clock. She was a little nervous. She wasn’t a stupid girl, she googled a little bit and was frightened for what she saw. She trusted Sam, but she was wondering how could Sam figure her out to say she was a masochist and how did he come to that knowledge.

Sam opened the door and allowed her in. He was barefoot in his jeans and a plain shirt. The house was incredibly silent for being a college rental. The other five guys must be partying somewhere else downtown.

“Hi, let’s go”

Sam sat in his desk chair and Patricia closed the bedroom door behind her. “Then, what is a Masochist and a sadist?”

“Straight to the point eh? And you did your homework” smiled Sam.

“Well, it was an … interesting reading.” Said Patricia, carefully.

“Stop acting Pat, you are not that stupid. If something, I think you are denying your interest to yourself”

Patricia stayed where she was. Arms crossed. He was reading through her. She did know what a masochist was. She did her research trougfuly. What she wanted to know was something else.

“Well, let’s play it out” Sam watched her with an unreadable expression. Paused and continued “What they call a Masochist … is someone who likes to be tormented.”  Patricia lowered her eyes to the floor, “to put it simply, it’s a pervert that likes to be teased and tormented”.

“What? No, I’m not that!”  Patricia flustered and sat on the mattress. “Pain and torment is not my thing”

Sam ignored her and kept talking “There are a few classes. Perhaps we are talking about you being in that realm?”

“Do you think I´m a pervert?”

“Put it simply, yes I do” Patricia went all red and protested. “I´m not!”

“And yet you are here.” Patricia said nothing. She just looked at him. “You did your research, you saw all that porn and all those websites and all those images and yet you came. You have a doubt and you came here to clear it”

Patricia was completely embarrassed, she could feel her face hot, and she could not see Sam in the face. “I´m … I was wondering if you could tell me if I am a masochist”.

“I cannot tell you” Pat felt deception go through her body, so, there wasn’t an answer then “but I can help you find it out”.

Pat looked up to Sam with a little hope. This could be a very different night.

“Don’t get so hopeful, I´m serious and that means we are heading to dangerous waters.” He stood up and sat again on the bed next to her. “I´m going to boss you around a little bit and I´m going to make you feel tormented teased and pushed to a limit. You have to trust me and more so, trust you.” Patricia was very firm in her position, she wasn’t backing from this, and she could trust Sam with her life. 

“I´m in, if it´s you, I can do it.”

“Good, this will be only a taste. If you want to stop, tell me. STOP clear and loud ok?”

“Ok”.

Sam was on his feet again, he eyed her, considering. “Well, let’s begin by steeping. Get out of your shirt and bra” Patricia was astonished, everything went faster than she though, but it wasn’t something she wasn’t expecting. She stood as well and took her shirt up her body, then unhooked her bra and let it go down. She covered her boobs and looked at Sam. “Like this?”

“Without covering” She putted her arms to the sides and looked at him looking her. She was nervous and at the same time excited. “Good, will keep the running shorts for now. Stay there, don’t move.” He went for his closet and opened a drawer; he pulled a rope with the thickness of the fingers.  “Let´s play a bit.”

The rope was about 6 feet long and it felt soft on her hands. “Hang the middle on you neck” She hanged the rope like she would do a towel after gym. Sam approached her and stood in front of her. Being this near she realized she was the same height as him. He touched her chin briefly and took the rope at the center of her chest with one hand. She liked the weight of his hand hanging there. He was looking at her intently. She was too sensitive to his presence now. His breath on her face, his hand stilled on her chest, his hard stare on her face. She couldn´t take it and looked to the floor. He let a brief breath out “Hst”.

“Good, I think you have it in you. Let´s test this further. I´m going to wrap you up, so if you feel any numbness you have to tell me, ok?” He made three knots along the way of the two ends of the rope; the third knot reached her crotch. “Open your legs” He let the rope past her crotch, between her butt cheeks and up her back to the original point in the nape of her neck. HE held her to her chest to do so. She could feel his breath in her hair as he passed the rope and pulled. The third knot bitted her crotch and a sudden feeling of pleasure invaded her. She held to him. “You already out of breath?” laughed Sam in her ear. Stay still, I´m not finished.”

Sam separated from her to turn her around and work from her back. He took the two ends of the rope and surrounded her chest with it, he pulled both end between the double ropes that was going down her center. And pulled again. The motion added tension to the rope on her crotch and she gasped. He caressed her nape with his nose soothing her “Good girl, keep it up”. He went an around her waist this time and repeated the motion between the second and third knot of her double rope. She was hot and could feel herself wetting her underwear.  HE had each hand holding the rope ends at her hips. He was breathing hard in her hair. “Are you ok, Pat?”

“I´m … I´m good Sam.” He licked her ear and she squinted at that “Why??”

“Because I want to, here, now stay still or I will pull harder” She stayed herself, she was liking the pressure, but it was hurting. She didn’t want it to hurt more, she didn’t want it to stop, and it was a predicament. He made a knot in her back and the ropes held together, torturing her on the tightest prison ever.

Sam sat on his bed and watched her. He had a lust full visage, She felt embarrassed and sexy, a weird combination. “Look at the door” She spun and watched herself in the full body mirror that was attached to the bedroom door. She could not hold her own gaze; she had a sinful look to her eyes. “Look carefully, commit this image to memory. You, on ropes, you wet of being tied up”. She looked herself and took a moment to do so.

She was a petite woman. Of small frame, short brown hair loose from her clips. She was red and hot, her eyelids were half closed in an image of hungry and lust. Her boobs stood proudly young, accented by the ropes around them, her waist looked thin and hourglass like held like that. Her shorts were wrinkled down the ropes. She could see her labia at either side of the rope in a very vulgar way that remained her of the pressure she felt there. Her breathing was labored and heavy.

“That’s how you look for being tormented” Said Sam. He was biting his thumb while looking at her very concentrated. “Now, you will get me a glass of water”.

“What?” Pat looked very alarmed. The kitchen was downstairs, and any of the guys could arrive at any moment. She mortified; she would be so embarrassed if any of them saw her … “Do I have to go like this??”

Sam smiled widely, “Yes, you have to. I´ll be watching you from behind to make sure you don’t bring me water from the bathroom faucet.” He was being real meant she thought, but at least he would be nearby.  “Put your shirt on. Don’t bother with your bra.” She dressed again.

She went for the knob at gave a last look at herself in the mirror. The shirt didn’t offer much coverage since you could tell there was something weird underneath but it was a better option than walking half naked in front of the guys.

Sam went after her and ran a hand on her neck. She shivered but let him be. Walking was difficult with the rope between her legs; the third knot was biting between her labia, spreading them more and more with each step. The dampness she felt rushing on her underwear wasn’t helping since it made easier for the rope to dig deeper.

At the time she reached the stairs she was all worked up and unconfutable. Sam smiled and asked with innocence “Something bothering you Pat?”  She didn’t like that tone, she stilled herself and began descending the stairs. Every step was a torture and the new mechanics made way for her labia and clothes to move. Now the knot was hard against her clit and every step was a torture. It was making her mad to be this aroused and not being in place to touch her to release it. Every step she approached the kitchen was a step near orgasm and yet, it didn’t came.

She went for the kitchen and looked around for a glass. “They are in the top shelve” said Sam. He didn’t look like he was going to help her. So she stretched and it putted new pressure on her already abused clit. “ahw.” Escaped her mouth. “Water darling, remember it.”

She took the glass and opened the fridge, the coolness on her heated skin felt like a caress. She served the glass and presented it to Sam with a triumphant smile “Yours”.

“Not so fast”. He reached for a server tray and placed the glass there to give it to her. “Both hands don’t spill it. Now upstairs” Pat could believe him, she had barely made it to the kitchen, she couldn’t do it back to his room, much less with a server tray.  She wasn’t giving up.

She hardened her expression and went for it. Going upstairs was the most difficult thing she could imagine. Sam was in front of her taking a backward step for each of her unstable ones. He was keeping eye contact with her as to give her strength. She wanted to go fast and reach his room before the other guys came, she wanted to go fast and rub her clit raw for completion. When they finally reached his room she was shaking from the effort, she could barely hold herself. She placed the glass of water on his desk as he closed the door behind them. She could swear the other guys were making homecoming noises downstairs. She barely made it.

She sat on the floor and breathed with ease. Sam sat at the border of the bed and holds her head “you did incredible Pat that was truly awesome” he held her tight and caressed her hair. “I think you deserve a reward for it”. Pat smiled up to her. “What do you want?” Pat didn’t know she could be more embarrassed but she was, all she could think about now was coming, having an orgasm not for pleasure but for mercy. She was soaking wet, her nipples were hard and she could feel the material of her shirt. She needed an orgasm, it wasn’t negotiable.

Sam ran a finger on her mouth and murmured “Say it Pat, I know what you want but I won’t give it to you if you don’t tell me”.  Pat looked up at him and murmured with the bit of pride she had collected from reaching his room with the glass. “I need to come, please..”

Sam smiled widely.  “Good, stand up”. She was back on her unstable feet so Sam could take her shirt off and loose the rope. He was very careful and rubbed her skin on the sites that had being pressed by the rope. “You feeling anything numb?” Pat nodded negative and he finally took all the rope. “Good. You did very well. Now, undress completely and sit in my chair”.

Pat was beyond embarrassment in this moment, she was all build up and she needed release, immediately. Sam seated on the bed. “It´s not over darling. Spread your legs”. Pat showed him her most intimate parts. She felt wet and exposed and somehow it added to her arousal. “Touch yourself.” Pat parted her lips in surprise, she though that he would be fucking her but her need was already on a peak and having permission to work on it was enough to take her hands there.

Her clit was swollen and sensitive already so she was coming hard before she expected. “Look at me, and don’t you dare take your eyes off me” said Sam in a harsh voice. His dominance made her gallop on that orgasm, it was very difficult to not allow in the instinct off losing her head back on the chair. She forced herself to look at Sam while coming, to look at him even went she couldn’t focus anymore and he was nothing but a blurred figure in front of her.

She came hard and let herself relax on the chair. She was trembling, still raiding the afterglow of her orgasm when Sam pushed the glass of water to her.  “Take, the water glass was for you”. She drank until there was nothing left. She felt tired as she had just ran marathon, she was feeling liberated in a way so different what she had experimented until now.

Sam took her hand and made her accompany him to bed. He laid there and put her head on the crook of his shoulder. He was caressing her hair as she regained her normal breathing. “You did wonderful Pat, truly incredible, how was it?”

Pat, relaxed against his body and marveled on this ability of Sam, she didn’t knew he could be like this, to make her do this kind of things. She didn’t think this was possible but she felt powerful and pleased, she felt exposed and somehow complete. “I think I enjoyed very much. I … wasn’t expecting this, but now I think…I think I liked it”.

“I knew you had it on you Pat, being a masochist is ok, liking this is okay and I think you would do an impressive sub.” She looked up to him. He seemed pleased with himself. “Want to bet on it?”