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Myra loved to tease men. She would dress up do her makeup and go to bars alone. Sit by herself scanning the crowd pick a guy. Make eye contact. Make him think it was HIS idea to buy her a dr

Myra loved to tease men. She would dress up do her makeup and go to bars alone. Sit by herself scanning the crowd pick a guy. Make eye contact. Make him think it was HIS idea to buy her a dr Myra loved to tease men. She would dress up do her makeup and go to bars alone. Sit by herself scanning the crowd pick a guy. Make eye contact. Make him think it was HIS idea to buy her a drink. Flirt, drink, flirt hard, talk a little dirty getting him good an bothered and as the night winds to a close shut him down. She loved making men twist. This guy…it had been harder than usual. He was strong willed had the dangerous sexy she didn’t see too often. Myra was considering even going home with this one. He could be fun. But…he thought he owned her and she needed to teach him different. She had slipped off to the bathroom leaving her purse with him and upon returning she excused herself and headed home. Kyle knew her. Watched her for weeks. Watch Little Myra’s game. She was cute with curly bob in a deep brown with highlights of red. Her bright green eyes held mischief that most men ignore and find themselves caught in her game. He had played it tonight but was always aware of it. That was why when she slipped off to the bathroom he took her license and copied the address down then replaced it. When she said she had to leave he allowed her to. He knew she wouldn’t escape him long. ///////////////////////////////// Myra came home and shimmied out of her dress at the door and poured herself a glass of wine. She sighed. Kyle would have been a great fuck but she had her rituals her things she needed. The game tonight had her hot, he had seemed to humor her. For once she doubted herself. Myra shrugged off those thoughts and headed for the shower. She slid her fingers into her slick pussy moaning as she thought of bringing him home and fucking him in her bed. She was so enraptured in her insistent fingers that she didn’t hear the door open. Was never aware of the man slipping into her home, into her room. She came easily with a small whine and finished cleaning herself up. She wrapped her body in a towel and headed for her bedroom. There was duffel bag on her bed. Myra looked around and stormed over opening it. She began to breathe heavy backing away. An arm wrapped around her throat like a an iron bar. She gasped and scratched at it. “There are penalties for being a cocktease you spoiled little cunt.” he growled in her ear as her eyesight dimmed. /////////////////////////////// Myra came to slowly. “Scream bitch and I will cut your fucking tongue out.” She turned her head. Kyle sat on a kitchen chair his dark eyes on her. She moved to get away but she couldn’t move. She felt something cold all over her body. She looked down. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the bed. Knives had been tied to her limbs and torso. She began to thrash and squealed as one of the knives on her belly cut her. “What the fuck?” she demanded. He stood and back handed her right cheek. “I have been watching you, you tease and taunt and leave men all fucking horny and bitch that bothers me. So I am going to teach you that your actions have consequences.” he said going to the duffel. “I am going to hurt and fuck you and teach you that I own you. You call me Sir. Got that.” “Fuck off!” He pulled out a cane and cracked across her breasts. She cried out and pulled against the ropes cutting herself further. She began to yell and cry as he hit her. He grabbed her panties from the bathroom saw how wet they were and stuffed him in her mouth. He caned the hell out of her body her muffled cries a soft counterpoint to the sharp sound of the can against her flesh. His big hands slid up her welted body after he had removed the knives. “Wouldn’t want to cut myself while I enjoy this sweet little pussy would I? Your panties were so wet. Did you want to fuck me?” he asked. She looked away. “Answer you I will keep beating you bitch.” With a small sob she nodded. “Did you touch yourself thinking of me?” Another sob another nod. “Such a good little slut.” he said undoing his jeans. He slid into her with one hard thrust. He groaned. “So wet after what I did to you? You are such a fucking whore and I am going to use you all night. You like that idea don’t you?” he asked. Myra felt strange. She felt…right. This man had mastered her body, was invading her mind. She nodded. He fucked her hard forcing orgasm after orgasm. He drove her to shake scream and loose everything that made her Her and she was becoming his. Finally as dawn arrived he pulled out and untied her and pulled her panties out of her mouth. “One last question…when can we do this again?” he asked looking into her glazed eyes. “Whenever you want sir.” “Good little slut.”