All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

Turning his back, Derek walked over to a cabinet built into the wall and started rummaging through it, humming. It sounded like he was humming the Police song “Every Breath You Take.”

Dottie didn’t know whether she should be scared or not. She had never even heard of “forced orgasms” and had no idea what he was going to do to her. Was it even possible to force an orgasm?

She had always had so much trouble achieving that goal before Derek that she had no idea what to expect. She did know that she had had more orgasms since meeting Derek than she had in the last ten years. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Derek had never hurt her and had always been kind and considerate. Why should she expect anything different? Finally having the matter settled in her mind, Dottie relaxed, anxious to see what Derek would do.

When he turned back to her, his hands were empty except for a soft white rope. “First I’m going to tie your breasts. Not too tight, but I do want to see them bound.”

Taking the rope in his hands, he started to slowly wind it around the base of her right breast. After he had wrapped the rope around several times, he moved to the left breast and gave it the same treatment. Once he had both breasts wrapped, he pulled the rope to her back and let it trail down. “We may have use for that later,” he said as he pulled a pair of nipple clamps out of his pocket.

“Oh, Derek…I don’t know, they hurt so bad…do I have to?” She whined.

“Baby, I’ll make it good for you. I’d really like you to try for me,” he told her as he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. While he was sucking her nipple, he reached down and fingered her clit.

“Ooh, yes, I’ll do whatever you want.” She moaned, unable to control herself.

Slipping one finger inside her, he pressed against a spot she didn’t even know she had and she screamed his name.

“That’s one,” he said smugly.

He applied the clamps quickly and then pulled something out of his pocket.

“This is a butterfly vibrator. It clamps on your clit, and when I click this remote it vibrates.” He told her and proceeded to attach the clamp and start it.

Then he pulled a long, thin stick-like object out of his pocket. “This is an anal vibrator. It’s slim and shouldn’t hurt going in.” He told her as he applied lube liberally to the object, then leaning down, started lubing her rear hole. Sliding the vibe inside her, he started it.

Once he had her clit and ass humming, he pulled a huge dildo out of his vest.

“You are not putting that in me,” Dottie said, her eyes wide. How many pockets did the man have anyway, and where was all this stuff coming from?

“Yes I am. Where it goes is up to you.” He snickered.

“Where, what?” Where could he put that? The obvious place was her pussy, but he didn’t mean to put that monster up her bottom. Oh hell no. It would never fit.

“It will never fit,” she echoed out loud.

“Yes, baby, it will, it’s smaller than I am, and I plan on taking that ass and soon.”

“You want to…you know…me there?” No one had ever wanted to take her there. Derek had been hinting at that all weekend, but she hadn’t taken him seriously.

“Yes, baby I will. This will help you get ready to take me. It will help you stretch. But first I have a dare to complete.”

Dottie couldn’t stop staring at the dildo he had. It was much larger than what he had in her now and the vibe felt big enough.

He leaned down and took her mouth in a scorching kiss, focusing all her attention on him and her body. Taking both hands, he cupped her now red and swollen breasts, flicking the clamps on her nipples.

“I think it’s time to take the ropes off for now. We may play more with them later.” Derek knew this was the first time she had had her breasts bound and he didn’t want to leave the ropes on too long.

As he slowly removed the ropes rubbing and stroking her skin as it was revealed, he upped the speed on both vibes and made sure to flick the clamps on her nipples as he went along.

By the time he had her breasts unbound, Dottie was ready to come again. Staring into her eyes, he upped the speed on the butterfly and pinched a nipple clamp, hard.

Dottie screamed and came, shaking on the cross. “Oh, my God, not again.” She screamed.

“And again,” Derek said, as he pulled both nipple clamps off at once and she continued screaming and coming.

Dottie had just come three times in rapid succession Spent, she slumped on the cross, panting.