Dumb girl

[Shocker]

The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Teaser: Rebecca shivered with anticipation as she slipped through her front door and out of her summer dress. His instructions had been clear on that point, at no time she was supposed to wear clothing inside her home, except if he had specified otherwise. As the fabric slipped past her naked breasts and down her body, she thought today was such an exception, for the first time in two weeks she was wearing panties, and he had specified them to remain on.
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Title: Dumb Girl
Author: Shocker
Story Tags: rape, control, humiliation
Content Warnings:
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Dumb Girl

Rebecca shivered with anticipation as she slipped through her front door and out of her summer dress. His instructions had been clear on that point, at no time she was supposed to wear clothing inside her home, except if he had specified otherwise. As the fabric slipped past her naked breasts and down her body, she thought today was such an exception, for the first time in two weeks she was wearing panties, and he had specified them to remain on.

Almost three months to the day ago, Rebecca had met him online on a kinky forum, where she had advertised her submissive tendencies. Rebecca had never before been in a relationship in which dominant or submissive had been of any importance, but when she was online she had decided that she felt like she wanted to be told what to do. It had been shortly after she broke up with her last boyfriend, the guy had been overall boring. Which was the one thing she knew for sure about her master not to be. She didn’t know his face, his voice or his name except for the screen name of BestM4ster, technically she didn’t even know for sure if BestM4ster was a man at all. Deep in her heart she knew it was a man, the things he had required of her didn’t feel like it was a woman’s doing. For the last three months, she had been his, and his alone, he decided what she did, and how she behaved. She hadn’t had sex with a man in the last 91 days, and yet her sexual desire had never burnt brighter or had been more satisfied.

He had laid down the rules on the first night.
1) His word was law, and she would obey every order.
2) She would only cum with his permission
3) He would not do anything to harm her, not out of concern for her safety but because he took care of his property.
4) All contact would be strictly online.
5) She could decide not to obey an order, but this would end the relationship forever.

He had made her print out these rules, he then had told her to get her hand into her panties and made her masturbate until she was sopping wet. She “signed” the rules with her wet fingerprints. Rebecca had kept the document and occasionally smelled the paper, still smelling faint traces of herself.

The following weeks had passed with him making requests of her. Easy ones at first, like going to work without underwear. At 25 Rebecca’s body was firm enough to allow her to forgo a bra, without it being too noticeable, if she wore sensible clothes, and nobody would ever know she wasn’t wearing panties under her jeans. She complied with such requests, and found it exciting. At home, she wasn’t allowed clothes at all, but also this felt strangely liberating, as long as she didn’t have to answer the door.

Next he was messing with her body, by forbidding her to shave her pubic hair, she had always kept her intimate area pretty with just a tiny landing strip of dark brown hair. He didn’t allow her to do anything about it for a whole month, until she sprouted a very full bush of hair between her legs. She hated this, but at the same time it excited her. When she asked him why he made her do this, he responded that he wanted the hair to conserve more of her scent, so that others could smell what a horny little slave she was.

He continued to request her commando, but now he also made her put all her pants into storage and wear only skirts or dresses. Rebecca felt so slutty when she complied, but at the same time she noticed that she was usually very wet between her legs when she did. Smelling like a bitch in heat, she thought.

Last month he had instructed her to get rid of the pubic hair again, she was very relieved and thanked him profusely. Until she saw the further requirements, she wasn’t going to shave it, she was to visit a beauticians' salon, and have it waxed. This was the first time that he had requested her to expose herself to another person. At this time she had begun to trust him enough to believe him when he said no harm would come to her. Since she could choose the beautician, the only person seeing her would be a professional, and a woman.
Nonetheless, her face was beet red, when she exposed her intimate area to Beverly of Beverly’s salon. She was a professional no question about that, but that didn’t make the process less humiliating, as she trimmed the bush first with some scissors, before spreading the warm wax over the remaining stubble. And then the pain started, when they were done all of Rebecca’s mons and sex felt on fire and was hairless as on the day of her birth.

Other tasks had required her to do some shopping, like new vibrators, a ball gag and an anal plug. The last item was something she had never expected to own. But her first anal experience had convinced her that she better needed the right toys. How many girls could say that their anal virginity had been taken by a carrot, she occasionally wondered. The day she threw that particular bunch of carrots away, she decided to make sure her fridge would not contain any more carrots, zucchini, cucumbers, eggplants or corn on the cob for the time being. She didn’t want to invite him to try another pantry raid anytime soon.

Other occasions had her edging for hours until he allowed her to cum. Or that other night when he asked her to lie with widespread legs facing her entrance door, which on his orders wasn’t locked.

Rebecca was at the same time in heaven and in hell. And for tonight he had sent her very specific instructions. Clad in just her silk panties and high-heeled shoes, she walked to her bedroom, grabbing all the accessories specified by him. Laying them on her computer desk, before going into the kitchen and retrieving the tray of ice cubes. Popping them into a bowl, she quickly checked that the one with the little silver key embedded was there as well. The bowl went on the computer desk as well. A renewed shiver went through her. She started her her chat program, to find that he had already sent her a message asking if she was ready. She confirmed and was told to go on then.

Obediently, she stripped of her panties and placed them on the desk next to a fresh white pair. She slipped the freshly laundered ones on, before fastening her collar around her neck, tightening it just enough to be noticed. Next she cut of a long strip of the silver duct tape, she hesitated for a moment before picking up the worn panties. She turned them inside out and began to fold them carefully, until the crotch formed the outer layer. She put them in her mouth gagging on the taste, it wasn’t going to be her first panty gag, but she never liked them. With the cloth behind her lips it was now time to seal it properly with the duct tap. Her long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail so none of it would be caught in the adhesive tape.

The next step was to find the ice cube with the little key, it felt so cold in her hand, but it would feel much colder in a moment. She braced herself and carefully slid the ice inside her vagina letting the panties snap back into place sealing the cold inside her. She howled with discomfort, but the peace of her neighbors was saved by the sound absorbing qualities of the silk in her mouth.

Via a quick message over the chat window, she stated that she was ready for the last item. He responded with a link to a video hosting side, and asked her to start the movie. It was called “I spit on your grave”, she didn’t know the movie, butt it seemed to be an older title, based on what she saw when she hit play.
The last item on her desk was a pair of steel handcuffs, which she closed around her wrists. She then lifted her bound hands over her head and kept the chain behind her neck. There she clipped it via D ring to her collar. She would always be able to release her hands from this position, it might take a few minutes, but for self bondage it was paramount to have a way of releasing oneself. Or in her case it would take much longer to free herself, as the only key to the cuffs was currently in a melting ice block inside her pussy.

Gingerly she sat down in her chair, spreading her thighs as he always required her to sit. With her hands tied to the collar her breasts were poking out in front of her. She tried to concentrate on the movie, it disgusted and excited her at the same time. The actress on screen was raped repeatedly and viciously, leaving only a broken husk. Rebecca was intensely happy that no such thing has ever happened to her, at the same time she felt an intense wetness between her legs. But that must surely be the melting ice. As she looked down she saw that the melt water slowly trickling out of her had turned the white panties transparent, showing the contours of her labia.

The chat program showed another message from him “Hope you enjoy the show, I will be with you in a minute, literally.”


Rebecca couldn’t believe her eyes, and then she heard the front door close. Somebody was in the house. Her fingers began to work frantically, trying to open the clasp connecting the chain of her cuffs to the collar. But she failed repeatedly, as she heard heavy steps coming closer. Hysterical by fear she worked the clasp, until it finally opened, she began to slide the chain through as rough hands grabbed hers, forcing the chain back. She tried to fight, but there wasn’t anything she could do to overcome her attacker. He threw her face down onto the floor, she felt something like plastic brushing past her hands. Then a scratching sound and the chain of her cuffs connected even closer to the collar. She might have gotten out of the clasp, but now a zip tie reinforced the connection.

Rebecca’s eyes began to fill with tears, here she lay trussed up like a Christmas turkey, and she had done that all by herself. How dumb she had been, playing into his hand all along.

She felt his hands on her ass, ripping her panties down her legs. He lowered himself onto her until his head was next to her ear. When he spoke he did so with a calm voice, and an utter confidence about who was in control “This is what is going to happen here in a moment. I will begin to fuck you in a moment, until that little pussy of yours expels that little key. After that has happened we can relocate to your bedroom, I don’t think we are going to need that key any time soon.”
Rebecca was confused, how was she supposed to expel something from her vagina, while he fucked her? She turned very cold, as she learned how this would be possible, as he put his hard dick against the entrance of her anus. “I hope you have practice with your plug, because I’m somewhat in a hurry to get inside you.”

As he rapidly began to push inside her, she begins to scream, and not even the gag in her mouth can fully muffle it. Now she knows this is only going to be hell.

The end.

[Vela Nanashi]

Was meaning to comment a bit here on this story. I read it on phone though so did not have a way to do proper commenting the way I like.

I would consider this to be consensual non consent category, though her ability to tell him to stop was taken away, but that kind of thing is often part of that type of play, usually one would figure out some way to signal that even if gagged though.

One thing I used once in a story was snap toes, one could do fingers too of course, and choose the ones not restrained. There are other things too of course.

Though I have to agree with title a bit, never having seen him and talked with him for real, that is not super smart

I did like how she got excited by all the things he had her do, that is very realistic I think

Hot story overall if a bit too short (meaning I liked it and wanted more)

[Shocker]

Thank you @Vela Nanashi , very glad you liked it wanted more, that means I did something right. There is no CNC element involved in this scenario. Rebecca believes to be in a strictly online dom sub relationship (believing rule 4). Yet she neglects all safety precautions, leading to her becoming a victim.

To be frank this story was written as counter to so many CNC tropes. Those young ladies proclaiming they want to be raped, actually meaning I have a penchant for rough consentual sex. Finding out when their clothes gets ripped away and their body gets violated, that rape is something entirely different.

[Claire]

I waited more than a month to read this and it was worth the wait. Great Job!

I can't tell you exactly why, but that ice block was the most intriguing detail for me. At first I didn't think much about it, but when it became clear that he tricked her, I thought he had used the melting ice block to lubricate her for his assault. I could see the scene before my eyes already. She wouldn't be aroused at all but that melting ice she had subjected herself to by her own volition would make life easy for him. I thought that was really clever and diabolical. But then I realized that she was plenty wet even without that melt water. In the end, it turned out to be much less important than I thought, but it really had me thinking. Made me shiver a bit.

[Shocker]

I waited more than a month to read this and it was worth the wait. Great Job!

I can't tell you exactly why, but that ice block was the most intriguing detail for me. At first I didn't think much about it, but when it became clear that he tricked her, I thought he had used the melting ice block to lubricate her for his assault. I could see the scene before my eyes already. She wouldn't be aroused at all but that melting ice she had subjected herself to by her own volition would make life easy for him. I thought that was really clever and diabolical. But then I realized that she was plenty wet even without that melt water. In the end, it turned out to be much less important than I thought, but it really had me thinking. Made me shiver a bit.

Well I'm glad I had you mentally engage you. She is so into giving up power, as long as it is safe. So I made the mental step, what if only she believes it being safe. The web is a dangerous place, and the fantasy kept me hitting the keyboard.