Chapter 2: Payment Due

The Citadel

Mary Jane walked into the BDSM club, her body adorned with nothing but a black leather bondage harness, high heels, a collar around her neck and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat from the intense session she had just had with Jameson in his office.

As she made her way through the crowded club, she caught the gaze of several patrons who could not help but stare at her half-naked body. But MJ paid them no mind as she crawled seductively on all fours towards a private VIP room at the back of the club.

She could feel the eyes on her, but it only fueled her excitement as she knew what was waiting for her inside that room. Her heart raced with anticipation as she reached the door and used one hand to knock on it, signaling to whoever was inside that she was ready and willing.

Without waiting for a response, MJ pushed open the door and crawled inside, making sure to sway her hips in a tantalizing manner. The room was dimly lit with candles scattered around, casting a soft glow over everything. In the center of the room stood a large wooden bed with ropes hanging from each corner.

MJ’s heart skipped a beat as she saw who was waiting for her in the room.

“Good, it is nice to see you can follow orders. Crawl over her and get those lips to work while I explain what will happen.” Jameson said calmly. MJ bit her lips and seductively crawled up to Jameson who was in his chair. He was wearing a black suit, black shirt, and red tie.

MJ’s body moved with grace and seduction as she crawled towards Jameson, her eyes never leaving his. The leather harness clung tightly to her curves, accentuating every dip and curve of her body.

As she reached him, MJ placed one hand on his knee and slowly began to trail her fingers up his leg, feeling the fabric of his pants under her touch. She could feel the heat between her legs growing as she got closer to him.

Without hesitation, MJ leaned forward and started to unbutton Jameson’s pants. Her lips brushed against the fabric, causing a shiver to run through him. She could already see the outline of his hardened member straining against his underwear.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, MJ pulled down his pants and freed Jameson’s throbbing cock. Without any further delay, she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking with fervor.

Jameson let out a satisfied groan as he felt MJ’s warm mouth enveloping him. He ran his fingers through her hair as she continued to pleasure him with expert skill.

But as much as he was enjoying it, Jameson could not keep his mind off the sight in front of him – Mary Jane’s slick thighs glistening with juices from their earlier encounter. It only made him want to take her even more.

“Enough,” he finally said, pulling MJ away from him.

She looked up at him with a confused expression but did not question his order. Instead, she sat back on her heels and waited for further instruction.

Jameson stood up from his chair and walked over to the bed, grabbing one of the ropes hanging from above. Without hesitation, he tied one end around MJ’s ankle cuff before doing the same for each limb until she was spread-eagled on the bed.

He admired the view in front of him – naked except for the leather harness and cuffs still adorning her body. Her skin was flushed and her breaths coming in short gasps.

Jameson stands up and unbuckles his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock. He positions himself at MJ’s entrance and without warning, he slams into her, filling her completely. MJ screams out in both pain and pleasure as he begins to thrust mercilessly into her tight hole.

Jameson stood over Mary Jane’s bound and spread body, admiring the way she writhed and moaned in anticipation. He could not wait to see how she reacted to his next move.

He walked over to the small table by the bed and picked up a bottle of body oil he had prepared earlier. It was laced with a powerful aphrodisiac that would heighten her senses and make her crave him even more.

With a wicked grin, Jameson began pouring the oil over MJ’s body, starting at her neck and working his way down. He made sure to cover every inch of her skin, relishing in the way her body trembled under his touch.

MJ’s moans grew louder as he reached her breasts, coating them with the slick oil before moving lower towards her hips and thighs. Her skin glistened under the light, making her look even more irresistible.

As he coated her inner thighs, Jameson could not resist running his fingers over MJ’s wet slit She was already so aroused that she practically begged for him to touch her more.

But he was not done yet. With one hand still caressing MJ’s clit, Jameson leaned down and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He could taste the desire on her lips as they moved against each other.

As their tongues tangled and danced together, Jameson continued to coat MJ’s body with the drug-laden oil. By the time he was done, she was mewling and begging for him to fuck her.

But he wanted to make sure she was completely under his control first. So, he pulled away from their kiss and whispered in MJ’s ear,

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” she gasped out, desperate for release.

“Yes what, slut?” Jameson corrected.

“Yes Daddy” MJ moaned out in heat.

“What do you want?” Jameson asked.

“I want you to fuck me Daddy” MJ said almost instinctively, her pussy was on fire.

“Whose pussy is this?” Jameson said sliding his rough hands over her lips.

“Yours Daddy” MJ blurted out desperately wanting to release.

“I want to make sure you learn this. The only thing you are allowed to say until when I fuck you, is that your Pussy is mine, and Thank you Daddy. Jameson said smirking ear to ear. Mary Jane whined as she was powerless to do anything about it.

Jameson smirked before plunging into her without warning. The combination of the drug-laden oil and their heated kisses caused MJ to cry out in pleasure as he began to thrust into her with a punishing pace.

“Oh god my pussy is yours! “Mary Jane blurted out.

“Thank you, Daddy,” MJ whispered, her eyes locked onto Jameson’s as he continued to ravage her.

Her body writhed with each thrust, the drug-laced oil heightening her senses and intensifying every sensation. Jameson’s cock felt like it was tearing her apart, but she welcomed it, craving his dominance.

She could feel the wall of her wet pussy clenching around his shaft, trying to hold him in as he plunged into her. Her breaths became ragged, each one a moan of pleasure and pain.

“Say it again, slave,” Jameson growled, his eyes blazing with lust.

“My pussy is yours,” MJ cried out, her words tinged with desperation and hunger.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she added, the words catching in her throat as pleasure washed over her.

Jameson’s pace didn’t stop Jameson’s thrusts were rough and unyielding, causing MJ to moan and writhe beneath him. She gripped onto the bed sheets tightly as Jameson continued to pound into her with no regard for her pleasure.

But despite the intensity of his movements, MJ could feel herself getting wetter and her arousal building. She was determined to show Jameson that she could handle anything he dished out. With a newfound determination, MJ lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and pushed back against him with equal force.

Jameson let out a primal growl at the sudden change in MJ’s actions. It only fueled his desire for her even more. He gripped onto her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he moved faster and harder. The sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the room and MJ could not help but cry out in pleasure.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, each thrust pushing them closer and closer to their release. And just when MJ thought she could not take any more, Jameson reached between them to rub her swollen clit.

Within seconds, MJ felt herself reaching her peak. Her walls clenched around him tightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Jameson was not far behind – one final thrust and he spilled himself inside of her with a loud groan.

They both collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent from their intense climax. Jameson untied MJ from the ropes and flipped her over so she was face down with her ass up. Then retied her to the post leaving her spread eagle faced down on the bed.

Jameson smirked down at MJ as she lay tied to the bed, her ass in the air and glistening with sweat. He had never been more turned on by her submission, and he could not wait to take things to the next level.

Without warning, Jameson grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated his fingers with it. He moved between MJ’s spread legs, running his lubed-up fingers along her inner thighs before reaching her puckered asshole.

MJ moaned at the sensation; her body ready for whatever Jameson had in store for her. She could feel him teasing her entrance with his fingers, coating it with lube and stretching it open.

“Please Daddy,” MJ begged, unable to control the desperation in her voice.

“You don’t get to beg,” Jameson growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You’re here for my pleasure and my pleasure only.”

MJ whimpered at his words but felt herself getting even wetter. She craved his dominance and wanted nothing more than to please him.

With one final stretch of her asshole, Jameson positioned himself behind her and slowly pushed his cock inside. The feeling was intense – unlike anything MJ had experienced before. She could not help but cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain that shot through her body.

But Jameson did not stop there – he grabbed onto her hips and began pumping into her asshole with force. Each thrust was rougher than the last, causing MJ’s entire body to shake with pleasure.

“Who’s your Daddy?” Jameson grunted as he smacked MJ’s ass again.

“You are,” MJ moaned in response.

“And who does this ass belong to?”

“It belongs to you Daddy,” MJ cried out as she felt herself on the brink of another orgasm.

“That’s right,” Jameson growled as he continued fucking her, his pace becoming faster and more erratic. “You’re my little slut and

this is mine.”

His sluttish noises got to Jameson’s ears. He grabbed her hair and started pulling her head back, “I want to hear you scream, MJ,” he growled. “Scream so loud that the entire neighborhood can hear you.”

MJ squealed and tried to resist, but Jameson tightened his grip on her hair. He was intent on getting what he wanted. “Fuck, yes. That is more like it,” Jameson grunted as he heard her scream. Her screams echoed through the room, and he felt his climax nearing.

He pounded her harder and faster, knowing that he was about to give her the release she so desperately craved. MJ’s walls clenched around his cock, letting him know that she was reaching her peak.

“Thank you, Daddy!” MJ screamed as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

“That’s my good girl.”

“That was a good warmup. I am going to untie you and we are going to have dinner. I need you to save your strength I have not even had a chance to put you in the stocks yet.” Jameson said laughing evilly.

Little did MJ know that for the more powerful clientele The Foundry had private rooms, that acted like hotels, for members to play with slaves. After their imitation in the VIP room. They went through the back door and was led to an elevator. No one batted an eye as the cum leaked out of both holes of MJ, or the fact she was essentially naked. When they arrived on Jameson’s floor she knew why. Naked slave girls littered the walkways between private rooms. Even some being lead around like Pony’s. MJ gulped as she realized she had never experienced something this primal and perverse.

Jameson chuckled as he watched MJ squirm, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and pleasure. He could see the arousal building in her and knew that she was ready for more.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, holding a ball gag in front of her.

MJ hesitated for a moment before slowly parting her lips and allowing Jameson to place the gag in her mouth. She felt a wave of submission wash over her as she realized she was completely at his mercy.

“Now I’m going to need you to close your eyes” Jameson said, his voice low and seductive. “But you are not allowed to open your eyes until I give you permission.”

MJ nodded in understanding as she felt herself being led into the room. She kept her eyes closed, waiting for Jameson’s command.

“Open them,” he said after a few moments.

As soon as MJ opened her eyes, she saw the room they were in. It was dimly lit and filled with various BDSM equipment - bondage benches, spanking chairs, suspension rigs - all designed to bring pleasure through pain. But what caught MJ’s immediate attention was the contraption hanging from the ceiling directly above her head.

It consisted of a metal frame with ropes attached to it. The ropes were connected to clips that dangled in front of MJ’s face, making her realize why Jameson had placed clips on her nipples and clit earlier.

“Now we’re going to have some fun,” Jameson said wickedly as he grabbed the rope pulley attached to one side of the frame.

He began pulling on it slowly at first, causing the clips attached to MJ’s sensitive areas to tug slightly. MJ let out a moan through the gag as she felt a mix of pleasure and pain course through her body. Jameson continued pulling on the rope, gradually increasing the intensity until MJ was gasping for air and arching against the restraints.