The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

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The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
by IVNIK8ER (fornicator)
THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED By:   IVNIK8ER

When I saw her sitting alone in a booth at the cafe I was taken aback by her beauty and the easygoing way she seemed content to enjoy her energy drink alone. She was about 5’9”, 125 lbs., long, silky brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with sensuality. I watched her come in from my stool at the counter. Her long legs, accentuated in a pair of skin tight spandex pants, were obviously toned and they flexed quite nicely while she walked to her booth. Her tank top was also made of spandex and, judging by the way her “D” size breasts were defying gravity, moonlighted as a bra of some sort. With her hair flowing casually down past her shoulders, I got the impression she had just exercised or something of that nature. Although she was soon reading a magazine, she appeared alert to her surroundings as she looked up when I stared at her for more than a few seconds.

I pretty much considered myself a ladies man... a player. There weren’t too many women that I felt I couldn’t have if I wanted. After all, I’m 6’1”, 190 lbs., well built with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve been told by many women that I’m very good looking and, thanks to several visits to the gym each week, I was comfortable that my broad shoulders and large biceps helped get nearly every woman I asked out for a date.  I dated many women, but always found some imperfection in each one that was too much to keep a relationship going for more than a couple of weeks. At age 25, I somewhat felt like I was a hunter and there was no woman I couldn’t conquer.

I made up my mind that I was going to get her... make her my prey.  I’d pull no stops in getting this one. She was breathtaking. I told myself I would take my time and lure her into wanting me. I would casually introduce myself to her, make her wet for me as I allowed her to take in my body, and then dangle my charm in front of her like a carrot leading a rabbit. Images of how I’d put her into compromising positions and tease her until she begged me to let her get off danced through my head as I mentally pictured her wearing several of my favorite bondage devices. My past experiences had taught me that nearly every woman I’d been with enjoyed bondage at least to some degree. Judging from the way this beauty was dressed, it seemed like a solid bet to me. I’d been watching her for about 10 minutes and noticed that she seemed to be getting bored with the magazine when I decided to make my move. 

When the waitress refilled my coffee and walked away I half-turned toward the beauty and focused my gaze on her. After a few seconds, true to form, she looked up at me with those sparkling eyes. When I asked her what she was reading she stared at me for a few seconds, as if deciding whether or not I was worthy of conversation, then lifted the magazine to show the cover. I recognized the magazine as a popular women’s print and tried to make more conversation. This woman, whose name was Katie she soon told me, seemed very intuitive about what I was trying to accomplish. She seemed interested in me also. In fact, not long into the conversation, Katie had me interested in her personality and seemed to have a very playful sense of humor. In no time at all I felt like I’d met a good friend and, I secretly said to myself, another conquest. 

Katie was a physical trainer and had just finished working out with several clients. When she told me she had to get home and take a shower I playfully jumped at the opening. I said, “It’s too bad we just met, otherwise I’d love to give you a hand.” Actually, my intentions were to lure her to my place just 3 blocks away so I could have access to my toys. She was beautiful and I wanted her at my mercy badly. Katie looked at me carefully for a few seconds before asking me, “Can you cook?” This took me off guard as I thought she wouldn’t have nibbled so quickly on such a corny line, but I ran with her question thinking that I could get her a couple steps closer to my apartment.
“I can make an awesome salad and broil a tantalizing steak, if you wanna come by my place,” I said. “ I only live a couple blocks away and we can just stop by the market on the way.”
She surprised me again when she said, “I have everything at my place if you feel like coming over... It’s just around the corner.”

Feeling like I’d struck the jackpot, but not wanting her to know, I casually accepted her invitation and we were leaving the cafe in almost no time at all. The walk to her place was pleasant, filled with meaningless chatter and me stealing looks of Katie’s fantastic body every time I thought I could get away with it. She walked with such an air of confidence. I couldn’t wait to get her into my 3 foot spreader bar, that always seemed to make the women feel a little vulnerable. I will put a tight gag on her so she won't be able to do anything but whimper, that’ll make her even more vulnerable. Just like the other women I’d preyed on.

Katie’s house was nice and cozy. One medium-sized couch and 2 matching medium-sized recliner chairs detailed most of the furniture in the living room, although I noticed the entertainment center must have cost her a pretty penny judging from the television and stereo components. She told me to make myself a drink and get comfortable while she had a quick shower and change. I made a drink and sat on her couch. While I waited, I looked around her living room subconsciously trying to see how I could improvise and bind her to something.

When Katie emerged from the shower I noted that she was wearing a tank top with loose fitting three-quarter length sweat pants. This outfit was designed to look casual, but on Katie, it only served to prove to me that her body was as outstanding as I’d thought. The subtle glimpses through the side of her shirt told me that her “D” size breasts were unrestrained now, but still stood up proudly. I also realized that this outfit could be removed easily in seconds... very shrewd.

Katie sat next to me on the couch and we chatted for a bit. The subject of sex and personal desires didn’t take long to come up at all. When Katie asked me how I liked to have sex I sensed she was searching for something a little more erotic than “missionary” or “doggie-style”.  Hoping to score an early point I told her that I liked long foreplay as a build-up and then, faking a shy smile, I said, “I find exploring into certain types of kinks makes for an interesting, and often exhausting, love making session.” 

Katie digested my answer for a minute and then slowly asked, “ Do you ever try... bondage?” Hiding my excitement inside, I gave it a few seconds and playfully answered, “Sure, you bet. Why? What did you have in mind?” I laughed at the end of my question partially to ease any possible tension, but also to hide my growing excitement. I secretly was hoping she didn’t notice the growing bulge in my jeans as I told myself she would be mine in no time.

Katie had a gleam in her eye when she told me to get undressed and have a seat in a recliner while she went to get a couple “toys.” She swayed out of the room leaving me with a spectacular view of her ass and legs, which I noted (for the second time now) were definitely quite toned. I quickly undressed and sat in the chair she’d indicated. A couple minutes later Katie walked out, dressed the same I dejectedly noted, with a bulging pillowcase I figured obviously didn’t hold a pillow. She set the pillowcase on the floor and gave me a smile.

When Katie removed a couple thick, padded leather ankle cuffs and told me to stick a leg out I was somewhat surprised. I had expected to be tying her up. I told myself, “Oh well, I’ll play her little game for a bit and then use it as an excuse to take ‘my turn’ on her .” Either way I figured it was gonna be fun watching this beautiful woman go down on me while she had my wrists and ankles tied to her recliner. I might even playfully resist if she got into her role well. I realized later that I’d seriously underestimated this woman.

In no time Katie had the ankle cuffs snugly on and had secured them with short chains to the rear of the recliner frame. Katie went to her bag and removed a padded blindfold and slipped it over my eyes, blocking out all light quite effectively. “Cute”, I thought... this should even be somewhat erotic. “You doing okay?”, she asked. Toying with her a little, I purposely gave her a smug, “Just fine.” Katie grabbed my chin with one hand and seemed to be looking into my face for a few seconds before she walked away.

I heard a rustle of leather and what sounded like buckles clinking together as Katie told me to lean forward and place my hands together behind my back. I did as she told and felt her slipping what felt like a single leather sleeve up the lengths of both of my forearms. When she saw my head turn in a questioning manner Katie stated, “It’s called an armbinder.” I knew darn well what the item was as I’d had one of my own, but I’d never worn one. I often used my armbinder to put my women at my total control... I was well aware of how effective this device was. I’d never had a woman come even remotely close to escaping mine and even would gag them shortly after putting it on so they wouldn’t start begging me to take it off before I even got warmed up. The device also stuck their chest out quite nicely for me, making it easy to clamp their nipples.

 I started to feel a little reluctant to give up this much control, but Katie was fast at her task and quickly had me laced up tightly. Katie then buckled the armbinder’s leather straps tightly around my wrists, elbows and upper arms. She got a little tighter with each strap until my arms could go no further together, then she retightened the laces and straps one more time. She finished off with straps from the top of the armbinder, crisscrossed over my chest, then buckled back to the device to keep it from slipping off my arms. My arms felt completely immobile and started to cramp rather quickly. I mentally told myself that I was going to ease up a little with this device when I used it on my girls. 

Katie then had me settle back and snugly buckled wide leather straps around the chair at my waist and chest, effectively pinning me back in the chair with my arms behind me. I now felt very immobile with my body tightly attached to her chair and my solid hard-on widely exposed. I tried to move a little to relieve some of the cramping in my arms and found I could hardly budge at all. This was a little too much and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to stand this armbinder, especially in this position, for very long. This woman had me tightly strapped down... too tightly for casual kinky sex, I thought. 

When I could hear katie at her toy bag again I decided that I’d had enough of this too-strict  bondage. As I heard her approach I opened my mouth to ask her to loosen the armbinder a little. Katie was encircling an arm around the back of my neck as I started to say, “This is a litt...” My words were interrupted as her free hand pushed a large penis-shaped gag into my mouth while her other arm kept my head from pulling away. Thinking I could indicate this was too much I tried to playfully pull and twist my head away to finish my sentence. Katie held my head firmly and easily in a sort of headlock with one arm holding my head and the gag in my mouth while the other arm casually slipped off the blindfold and buckled the gag onto my head. I quickly found out that this was a harness gag which forced me to close my jaw tightly. Also, the insert was very long and thick, pushing my tongue out of the way as it went partially down my throat. As she worked I started to struggle seriously, but she held me easily and almost seemed to be taking her time. Katie cinched the harness extra tight and then tucked flaps at the base of the gag into my cheeks and in front of my gums. The flaps ensured that no air escaped my mouth. I could only breathe through my nose and the only sounds I could make were pathetic little, “Mmmm   mmm’s.” 

This was way too much. I started to violently struggle and thrash in the chair the best I could. Katie just laughed as she held my head and stroked my face, stating, “Relax, I’m almost done.” I was near panic now. Never had I been so thoroughly and easily controlled by a woman and especially without having any say in the matter. I had to let her know this was too much for me, that I had to have at least some control back. I struggled and, “Mmmm’ed” for about a minute as she held my head and kept telling me to relax. She seemed to be patiently waiting for me to calm down. My most violent struggles hardly even made the leather devices holding me creak. I realized I was not moving even an inch with any part of my body and just making myself breathe harder. I forced myself to calm down figuring I would use the only good form of communication I had left to let her know I wanted to be let go. I also told myself that I was going to make sure she paid for this when she let me go.

When she looked into my face I gave her the most pathetic and pleading eyes I could while trying to whimper, “Pleasssse”, through my gag. Of course, all that came out was , “Hnnnnn.” This gag was very effective... I couldn’t make even a little sense out of the noise I was making. Seeing I had calmed, Katie let my head go and I immediately started gesturing with it. She just ignored me as she walked back to the pillowcase. I was certain by this point that she knew I wanted to be set free, but that wasn’t in her plans. I resigned myself to giving in to whatever she had planned (like I had a choice).

Katie returned with something in her hand I had never seen before. It looked like a single metal handcuff except it was a little smaller than a normal handcuff and the hinge area was much thicker. Off the bottom of the hinge area a one inch latex strap about eight inches long dangled. Katie didn’t even look at my face as I moaned at her when she kneeled down near my groin area. She just calmly said, “If you keep whining like that I’m not gonna let you watch.” This quieted me as I knew that she could easily blindfold me again if she wanted.

Katie reached down with one hand and grabbed my balls and cock, which had lost much of the life it had just a couple minutes before. She roughly stretched my balls away from my body and encircled the cuff around my entire package. I squirmed a little (as much as I could) from the pain, but caught myself just before I let out a groan. I tried to pull my hips away, but I doubt she even noticed the effort as she had secured me so well. She closed the device around my package with a series of clicks just like a handcuff until it was almost unbearably tight. My cock started to get much harder almost immediately from the strong squeezing sensation. As it was still growing, Katie stretched the latex strap out tightly and wrapped it around the very base of my cock several times before securing it by tucking the end underneath one of the layers. I could feel that my cock was still trying to grow but the latex strap was too tight. I looked down and saw that my cock was a deep purple color and was bulging larger than I had ever seen it.

Katie flicked my cock and stood up. She then went over to the pillowcase and pulled out a bundle of leather with more small straps and buckles attached. She unfolded the device and I saw that it was a discipline hood, and a very severe one at that. This hood had only holes for the nostrils, laced up the back, had buckles that went around the chin and top of the head, the eyes and the mouth. Just looking at that hood with the thought it was going to go on me gave me a very nervous feeling, especially knowing that she could easily do it against my will. Standing over me she said, “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you keep your eyesight.” She placed the hood on top of the chair and stepped in front of me.

Katie pulled her top off to reveal the most luscious pair of breasts I had ever seen. They defied gravity and had perfect, erect nipples. Scanning down from her breasts I noted that her belly was flat from obvious toning and she had a small diamond for a belly button piercing. When she pulled her pants down I could not believe that the rest of her body was just as beautiful. Her long, toned legs led a very enticing path right up to her moist pussy lips, which were swollen and seemed to be peeking out from just a small strip of hair that covered them. When she turned and walked over to the toy bag again I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly round and firm her ass was.  Her skin was smooth and tanned all over and made me start to think that, if I was going to get to make love to that body, this might almost be worth it... almost. This woman seemed to have no imperfections at all, aside from the not-letting-me-go part. I still had the constant reminder of my aching arms and straining cock that I needed her to take care of.

Katie than started talking as she walked over to me, “ Now, let’s see... It looks like the tides have changed now, haven’t they?” When I gave her a quizzical look she continued, “It seems as if the hunter has become the prey. The player who likes to pick up women, tie them up, leave them with aching body parts and angry feelings of wondering what had happened when he’s done. Do you know what you have done to a couple of my friends?” 

A feeling of panic began to rise in me as she unloaded more of the bombshell, “Do you remember Kristy?” I did. Boy, did I. Kristy was a cute little college babe I had basically fed too much alcohol to and then taken her home. We started making out and she took her clothes off. I tied and gagged her tightly and quickly just so I could spend a couple of selfish hours pounding away on that helpless hard body. I don’t think she ever even got to reach an orgasm. I was pretty certain she didn’t mind, but I never asked. I satisfied myself only to usher her out the door in the wee hours of the morning without so much as a, “Thank you”,  or, “I’ll call you later.” 

Katie gave me a minute to digest that and went on, “That was about 3 months ago. I thought Kristy was exaggerating a bit until I got nearly the same story from Rhonda.” My eyes widened. Rhonda was a secretary I had picked up on in a grocery store a couple weeks ago. She was a beautiful, flat-chested redhead I had used an armbinder and leg spreader bar on. I gagged her tightly when it looked as if she was going to complain just so I could have her helpless a little longer. I clamped her nipples and used them as reigns as she struggled underneath me. I got off twice with her before I let her go. When I finally did, she left in a huff and wouldn’t even speak to me any more. After three dates and one romp in the hay, I was pretty sure SHE would’ve turned me down for a fourth date. 

Katie explained, “After hearing those two stories, and I’m sure there are probably others, I thought that somebody needed to teach you a lesson. Something along the lines of... a little pleasure for me, and a LOT of pain for you.” She said the last part chuckling.  A sinking feeling was deep in my chest and stomach now. This woman was going to “punish” me for past deeds without the benefit of any discussion or argument on my side! Another thought hit me even harder... She had deceived me with the idea that WE were going to have fun but, from the looks of things now, it seems like I’m not going to enjoy whatever she has planned in the least. I was also sure that Katie was going to LOVE taking out her whims on me. I trusted her and now she was going to hurt me! The idea of the lesson started to sink in... this is exactly what I had been doing to women for some time now.

I started to struggle again and screamed through my gag. My head was the only thing I could move and the noise was barely a whimper. Katie stepped over me with one leg and settled in my lap. I couldn’t help but think... God she was beautiful !  Her tight ass sat on my thighs and she rested her moist heat near the tip of my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and the sides of the chairback, slid me inside her to the hilt, and reminded me, “You be a good boy now.” Her wet pussy was more sensational than I’d ever felt before! I had never felt a woman so tight it almost seemed unnatural, like a strong hand squeezing. Her heat was almost unbearable as the feeling of an impending orgasm started to rise almost immediately. I had never been taken to the edge so quickly. Despite the situation, I felt like I was going to come in the first ten seconds, even though 
I was in a large amount of pain and she had plans on hurting me. I briefly thought that, if this was her plan, it wasn’t working.

Then reality set in. Even though I tried to let an orgasm go, I couldn’t !  That dam device she had wrapped around me was way too tight and didn’t allow for any release whatsoever. Frustration started to build immediately as I realized that the best I could do was ride this high level of wonderful sensation unitl she decided to free my cock and balls. After about two minutes my cock started to ache and my balls started to feel swollen and sore from the building pressure. Meanwhile, Katie was riding me with an increasing tempo that she seemed to be enjoying quite a bit. Several minutes later Katie began to ride me like a bucking bronco and began to shudder with a powerful orgasm. She squeezed herself tighter into me with her legs and her pussy got even tighter! I didn’t think that was possible. 

I began to lose control. The extra tightness, the incredible heat and the building pressure was more than I could stand. I began to yell hysterically, which came out as the same pathetic whimpers, and thrashed around the best I could. I struggled with all of my strength and flailed my head around. Katie grabbed my head with both of her arms and pulled my face into her sweaty chest as she came down from her euphoria. This allowed her to rest as she held my head still. I noted her scent was wonderful as I continued to try and pull my head away. She responded by showing me just how much control she had. She moved her ample left breast squarely onto my nose and sealed my nostrils tightly while cradling my head tightly against her. Panic hit me in another wave as I realized I couldn’t breathe at all. I tried to struggle, but she held even my head still  now. I tried to scream, but she had my airway sealed. I was at a total loss as I couldn’t budge and couldn’t breathe. 

Right about the time I relaxed due to the start of passing out, she pulled my head away. I immediately gasped for air through my nostrils as she smiled and said, “I thought I told you to be good.” I then realized that Katie had started riding me again and was reaching mid-tempo as she stated, “Your lesson’s not over yet.” She reached up and grabbed the leather hood. As she placed it over my head I couldn’t even struggle. I was worn out and I knew she could put it on with one hand if she wanted. The hood was snug as it went over my head and harness gag, shutting out every hint of light. Katie lined up the nostril holes, leaned my head forward and laced up the back tightly. She was not bashful about making the chin, eye and mouth straps extra tight. I thought my head was going to explode as it was being squeezed in several areas. Katie resumed her tempo for several more minutes until she shuddered with what I assumed was another orgasm.

Katie seemed to sense that I was drained of energy, at least for the moment. She got off of me for about a minute and then began to unchain first my right ankle, and then my left. Katie helped me stretch my feet straight out in front of me and I thought she was going to start releasing me. How wrong I was !

Katie clipped something to my left ankle cuff and then spread my legs. As she clipped something onto my right ankle I figured out what it was. A leg spreader, and about 4 feet wide at that !  I heard the chains that were on my ankles rattle briefly (I thought so anyway, my hearing was muffled) and felt her snug both ankle cuffs to the rear of the recliner frame with the chains. My legs were now pinned again, only this time they were on the floor and my legs were spread. Katie then undid the leather straps pinning my body to the chair and slowly had me stand up. Her voice sounded miles away, but I recognized it as an instruction, “Kneel.” I knelt and she assisted me into laying flat on the floor face down. Next, she attached a chain to the “D” ring at the end of my armbinder and pulled my wrists upward. The chain was secured to a hook in the ceiling I was sure was waiting for me. There was no slack and I couldn’t move, even if I wasn’t in so much pain, because of my lack of leverage. I started to whimper like a baby but Katie just ignored me.

She raised her voice so I could hear her through the hood, “You ready for the next part of your lesson?” I couldn’t imagine what she had planned for me. I was face down with my legs spread wide and my arms useless. My cock was underneath me so she couldn’t torture it anymore. The answer came like a bolt of lightning... Whack !  Katie whipped me on the ass  with something I guessed was much like a leather belt. Whack, whack, whack... The whipping continued all over my back, ass and legs as she raised her voice and calmly told me statements like, “Think of Kristy and Rhonda”, and, “Let this be a valuable lesson”, and other similar phrases. I wasn’t listening to everything she said because I was being beaten like an abused dog that had just wet on the floor again. Over and over the lashings came. Tears flowed, but I couldn’t cry or plead enough. I doubt she would’ve stopped, even if she could’ve heard me. This went on until even after I was sure that every exposed inch of my backside had welts on it. Katie was cruel and unrelenting in her punishment. 

I don’t remember passing out, but I must have. I woke up naked in the back yard of some house.  As I slowly came to my senses the memories of my “sexual encounter” with Katie came rushing back. I wasn’t even sure if this was Katie’s house. I wasn’t even positive if I would remember what her house looked like from the outside. I had never given it that much attention. I sat up and saw my clothes on the grass next to me. I also felt the searing heat and pain from the damage done to my backside. Yes, I guess it was real, and not just a nightmarish dream. I slowly put my clothes on and looked at my watch. It was 3 a.m.. I went over to Katie’s sometime around 6 p.m.. I wondered how long that “encounter” had lasted and how long I’d been out cold. 

I quietly went out the back gate, down to the end of the alley, and recognized that I was only about a block from the cafe where I’d met the woman who had changed my life. As I walked home I told myself that I’d been a selfish asshole to women and vowed I would correct my ways. I noticed my balls were aching worse than they ever have from a lack of release and I quickened my pace so I could get home quicker and masterbate to relieve the tension. “Would I seek revenge?” I asked myself. I knew that answer for sure. No way. I didn’t want to give that dominatrix another reason to come after me !  I had definitely learned my lesson.
 
 
 

20.12.02