Sordid Little Secrets

"You're ready for this, babe? You're still sure you want to?"

Shana blushed a deeper shade of red at her boyfriend's words, but gave a quick nod of her head. "Yeah, I- I really do," she repeated, biting her lip in that nervously sexy way that Chad loved so much. "I kinda doubt it will work anyway. And, you know, if it does…"

"If it does? Well, it's that much better!" Chad enthused, giving the pendulum an experimental swing. "I'll get to find out all about those lovely…" He drew closer and nuzzled her ear. "Sexy… dirty little kinks you're too embarrassed to tell me about. You know, I really can't wait to find out all those naughty thoughts that go on in my girlfriend's pretty head!"

She blushed anew at that, her self-conscious laugh as incriminating as her scarlet cheeks. "Just start already, will you?" she protested, shrugging away from his hands that were already slipping down over her modest curves. "Just shut up and tell me how sleepy I'm getting, huh? Get that pendulum going already!"

Which, of course, he did. With a tolerant, slightly devious smile on his handsome face.

"Just… relax… You're getting incredibly… wonderfully… sleepy…"

***

Shana was such a cutie, wasn't she? A naughty cutie, as it turned out.

It was nearly a month later now, and Chad was smirking down into the bottom dresser drawer, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction. Oh, what a delight this project had been! Naturally, the stuff hadn't been too cheap, and some of the items had taken their sweet time to arrive. But in the end, it had all come together and now lay nestled into place before him: the dildos, the full set of cuffs, even the riding crops and rope and bondage tape. And best of all, piled neatly in the far back corner, was a very special item he was longing to try out on his girlfriend more than anything…

Yeah. Shana was in fact one very kinky girl. Definitely the kind you don't take home to mother.

Of course the mild-mannered redhead hadn't let on anything at first. He'd first suspected something a few months into their relationship – specifically after he'd discovered rolls of pink and black duct tape in her dresser. Yet she'd been far too self-conscious to actually admit to anything, despite his months of teasing, sly comments and outright questions that probed for the juicy details. "Babe, it's fine, honestly," he'd told her more than once. "I really wanna know what you're into. How can I make you happy if I don't know what gets you going?"

But at last they'd come up with this ingenious plan. He'd heard about hypnosis, and how people's inhibitions could lower when in trance. All they needed to do, he'd told her over drinks one night, was get her good and hypnotized – then he would ask what her kinks were. She'd tell him the truth, he'd finally know, and she'd conveniently forget all the embarrassment of telling him.

The only thing was… well, it had all depended on the hypnosis actually working.

He grinned once more and slid the drawer closed. Shana would be home in an hour's time. They'd have supper, and then he'd lead her into the bedroom to get things going. With any luck, they'd be in there the entire night: flogging and flailing and fucking to their sordid hearts' content.

***

"You're still not going to tell me what I told you?" Shana was visibly nervous as her boyfriend led her, grinning, into the bedroom. "I mean, I can't imagine it was super detailed… right? God, I hope I didn't say anything-"

"Relax," he ordered rather than replied, clicking the door firmly shut. "I really don't think you're in any position to ask, are you? After all, it was you who didn't want to tell me the truth right up front!" "Oh-okay," she stuttered out, her color deepening as his hands closed on her wrists and, with one expert move, pulled them behind her back and pinned them there. "Chad! I- what are you-"

"Why are you surprised, you dirty little girl?" he chuckled, relishing the look of consternation blossoming in her face. He began undressing her with careful, yet decisive movements, swatting away her hands that now slipped from behind her back and rose as if to resist. "Keep them behind your back, baby girl. Or would you prefer that I tie them there… you little bondage slut?"

Oh, she blushed at that! "N-no-," she faltered as her bra sprang free, soon to be followed by her panties slipping unheeded to the carpet. "Please, Chad, I- I don't think-" "Hush," he commanded again, and now his hand was around her naked neck. "You don't need to think right now, babe. This is much better: just a nice, naked little pet. Now come here! Look and see what nice surprises I got for you…"

Her eyes grew big as saucers as he marched her over to the dresser and slid open the drawer to reveal the kinky contents. For once, she was too stunned to reply – and even when he produced the cuffs and began tightening their leather circlets around her nerveless wrists, all she could do was tremble and stare.

"Aww, what's the matter? Isn't it so much to have your dreams come true?" Chad was only partly joking – for indeed, with every second he was also watching to gauge her reaction. "It's really something, all those dirty little fantasies you have locked away in your innocent-looking head! Don't worry, though – I don't mind. In fact, I'm pretty tickled to see all the naughty fun we're going to have together…"

Her eyes, now filled with shame and ill-concealed arousal, rose to meet his. "Wait, I- I told you-? I told you all this? But I- I don't remember anything-" She trailed off, eyes drawn down to the peculiar black mass of leather he was now producing from the back corner. What on earth? Had he- How had he-

"Oh, it was actually easier than that," Chad grinned, arranging the straps on the muzzle in his hands and preparing to slip it onto his trembling, naked girlfriend. "Honestly, it was a heck of a lot easier. See, nothing against hypnosis…"

He paused, reveling in the wondering gaze Shana was now turning upon the muzzle and the thick, veined rubber phallus protruding from its center. "Oh, you like that, huh? As a matter of fact, I do too. So go on, babe. Open up for me… NOW. Or shall I make you?"

Trembling, rosy lips parted. Eyes blinked shut in abject submission and breathless anticipation. And as he slid the cock gag slowly in, he chuckled once more, relishing the sight of the rubber phallus slipping ever deeper into the warm depths of Shana's open mouth. "That's a good girl! Now, you want to know the truth, sweetheart? It was so much easier than hypnosis! I mean, you really shouldn't leave your browser open and then expect me to ignore those open tabs. Especially that one open to Tumblr… logged into that special little blog you run…"

Shana's eyes shot open – as much at his words as at the gag-inducing tickle of the false cock now brushing against the back of her throat. "Ggghhhhuuuhhh??!!" was all she could manage, and at the  pathetic sound Chad let out a low, lustful laugh. "That's right, babe! I know all about those dirty pics you reblogged… those GIFs of helpless young women being tied up… transformed into brainwashed bimbos… even being trained into collared, drooling, cock-sucking pets…"

His fingers were deftly working the leather straps now, drawing the muzzle tighter and ever tighter around her head, and setting the hapless Shana gurgling and moaning around the cock filling her mouth. She was caught, well and truly. The evidence of her own kinky urges was in her boyfriend's hands. And far from being repulsed… well, it was clear that he wanted nothing more than to explore her deepest and most depraved fantasies with her.

So as the buckles closed and the triple locks clicked into place, Chad smiled sagely and stepped back to admire his handiwork. "What a pretty little pet you are now! Now then – let's go get your computer, babe. I think it's high time we found some real hypnosis. And maybe, just maybe… if you're a good little sub and accept all the hypnosis and brainwashing I think you deserve…

"I'll take that muzzle off and gag you with the real thing. Won't that be fun?"

Of course his muzzled girlfriend could not longer reply. But the groveling fear and longing in her  shame-filled eyes gave Chad all the answer he needed.