Karen - How I lose my freedom
by Michael Elk



Karen was a bitch. She didn't like me and I didn't like her. My life would
have been a lot happier had she never existed, but we worked together in the
same office, so avoiding each other was impossible. She could have been a
decent human being had she tried. She was good at her job, smart and
efficient, but she used her intelligent to belittle others and especially me.
And always with a smirk or sneer and a smart quip that put my back up.

I had landed this job 6 months after graduating from college. It paid well and
was in my field, and it would have been perfect were it not for this
co-worker. When I had first met Karen, I had been pleased, since she was quite
attractive, with long mid-waist-length brunet hair. She was a year or two
older than I was, and although technically not my boss, I quickly found her
using her experience to lord it over me and to put me down rather than to help
me in my new work. She had a sharp tongue and a wicked way of putting me on
the spot and making me appear stupid in front of others. I might have had more
education, but I couldn't match her wit and always wound up bested and angry.

But our relationship took a decidedly unexpected detour one day at lunch.
Jasmine, a young blond in the IT department, was in tears and being consoled
by a couple women from the office. She claimed she had been raped by a date
she had found on one of those match sites. She had initially agreed to a
sexual encounter and then at the last moment, changed her mind. The general
discussion was whether she should go to the police or just chalk it up to
experience since she hadn't been physically hurt.

"You can't be raped if you fight back" Karen chided with a hint of scorn in
her voice. "How big was the gun he held to your head?"

This was typical of Karen. Unsympathetic and cruel. I was annoyed and decided
to confront her. That afternoon, after work, I made sure that we crossed paths
in the parking lot.

"That was a bitchy thing you said to Jasmine at lunch." I told her. "She was
upset and needed a friend not a critic."

"And what's it to you, Jeff. Are you now the defender of all weak and stupid?"
And she made to open her car door.

I casually placed my hand on the door and car frame so as to stop her. My
action visibly angered her, so I tempered my reply so as not to rile the witch
more than I already had. "Look Karen, the girl was raped. She's not very big,
and she could easily be overpowered."

"Jeff! She's no smaller than I am, and that guy wouldn't have raped me,
because I wouldn't have let him. It might be one thing if the guy beat her
unconscious or had a weapon, but neither of those apparently happened. So why
don't you find some other cause and get a life."

"Karen. Perhaps you haven't noticed, but guys are a lot stronger than women.
She might not have been able to stop him."

"Nonsense! Men are stronger, sure, but not that much stronger. I suppose you
think you could rape me."

"I would never do anything like that to a woman."

"Come on, Jeff. If you're so much stronger than me. Let's see you try it right
now?"

I wouldn't have further dignified her childish dare, but her tone was so
mocking and belligerent, it got my dander up, and I found myself joining in on
the elementary school diatribe. "Listen, you smartass. I couldn't rape you now
because you're fully dressed. I could rip your clothes to shreds and then
violate you, but that's not me. If we were both naked, that would be another
story. And you wouldn't be able to stop me if I was really that kind of male."

"That sounds like a challenge, my big frightening man. Why don't we see. Come
to my place Friday, tomorrow at 8pm. I'm betting that you couldn't begin to do
what you think you could. Granted, you're 30 pounds heavier and stronger, but
I'm more flexible and not as weak as you think. We'll have a glass or two of
wine, get naked and see just how easy my rape will be. I'll even put up $100
that you can't force me to do anything. And if you can, there'll be no
repercussions. I might even enjoy being dominated like that. The address is 63
Carling Apt 308. That's if the big strong man isn't scared of a real woman."
And with that she climbed into the driver's seat, gave me a little wave and
her annoying smirk, and drove off.

2.

All the next day, I couldn't get the idea of raping Karen out of my mind. I'm
probably not the only Neanderthal that has fantasized taking a woman by force.
But most decent men are like me and control those kind of urges. The idea of
having bitchy Karen under my control was narcotic. I had never really thought
about her sexually until her challenge, but she was quite attractive and had a
body to kill for, and suddenly I was daydreaming about screwing the daylights
out of her. And technically it wouldn't be rape since she was going to be a
willing partner in the attempt. She might even be goading me just so that she
could get some rough sex.

Not only did I not get any work done that day, but I kept finding myself with
a nearly continual erection, since I got one every time I thought of her
challenge. And I was thinking of her challenge just about continually.

And Karen didn't help me forget. Any time we passed in the hall or met at the
coffee stand, there was that smirk, and a confidential whisper "See you
tonight, lover boy." Or "Practicing your wrestling moves lately?"

3.

Probably any sane person would have laughed off Karen's challenge and that
would be that. However I am a normal male, with somewhat raging hormones, and
the thought of having the body of a desirable young vixen pinned beneath me
and then having my way with her destroyed any possibility of finding that
sanity. Besides, I had an additional incentive. All day, I had noticed a
change in her demeanor. If she wasn't exactly nice to me, at least she didn't
send any snide comments my way or attempt to ridicule me. I could hope that
there would be a new rapport with this woman who had been making my life hell.

So for whatever reason, there I was at 8 pm, bottle of wine under my arm, and
flowers clutched in my hand, ringing the buzzer to her apartment, and as
excited as I could ever remember.

Karen opened the door, wearing a cute black dress, necklace and earrings, and
looking more like we were headed for the opera rather than about, I hoped, to
engage in a wrestling match.

She poured the wine I'd brought, and we drank a glass, sitting on the same
couch, but at opposite ends, and conversing pleasantly about the weather, the
office, sports, politics, and just about anything except the topic that was on
my mind, and I'm sure also on hers. And she was amiable, which was an
adjective that I didn't think I'd ever apply to Karen.

We were into our third glass of wine, and I was feeling the buzz, when Karen
suddenly stood. "OK Jeff. We both know why you're here, and it's time for our
little scientific experiment. I must confess that I'm a little nervous. Go
into the bedroom, get naked, and get under the sheet. Holler when you're ready
and I'll join you then."

4.

I folded my clothes neatly as I undressed and then climbed into the bed and
pulled the sheet over me. It was the only covering on the mattress. Suddenly I
felt that something wasn't quite right and panicked that this might be a setup
and that everyone from the office would suddenly appear in the bedroom,
yelling 'surprise'. But when I shouted that I was ready, only Karen appeared,
and I went from the utter terror that I was about to be humiliated to great
relief that I wasn't.

I'd expected Karen to walk in undressed or at least in a housecoat and was
surprised to see that she was still dressed to the nines. She began by
removing her earrings, rings and necklace, and smiled down on me as she began
to pull her dress up and over her head. Then she sat on the bed and asked me
to undo her bra. It was lace and black and I was already rock hard. Then she
stood and I looked away, not wanting to appear to ogle her breasts, and so I
didn't see as she slid her panties down and off her legs.

"Move over, Jeff." she said as she slid down onto the bed. "I'll get under
you. If you're going to rape me, you'll need all the help you can get."

Self-consciously, I climbed onto her prone body, realizing that I'd not had
much of a chance to really study it, and regretting the fact. Her skin felt
smooth and cool to the touch, and she seemed small and vulnerable beneath me.
I suddenly felt a tenderness for her and would have preferred to kiss her than
to rape her. In fact I did reach down and attempted to place my lips on hers.
But that quickly brought the old Karen back and put an damper on my ardor.

"Don't be an ass, Jeff. We're not on a date. You get sex only if you can take
it. Now throw back the sheet and let's see what you've got."

Well I spent the next 10 minutes wrestling with this striking brunet. She was
not nearly as strong as I was, and she was easy to hold down. I doubt she
could ever have gotten up from under me, but she was wriggly and squirmy and
flexible. It was all I could do to get between her legs and the couple of
times that I did, she would raise a knee, turn sideways and thwart my every
effort. But it should have been fun, whether a success or not. What should
have been a pleasant wrestle was spoiled by Karen's demeanor. She started to
laugh and taunt me, and the more she mocked and belittled my efforts, the
angrier I became. So though I struggled gently at first, I soon found myself
so annoyed that I started going all out. But it was useless. It was like
trying to thread a needle that someone else was moving to and fro. And I
became more and more frustrated. My erection was massive, and my need for sex
grew with my inability to force myself on her. We were both sweating profusely
and I was soon breathing hard.

"Out of shape, dough boy?" she ridiculed. "I go to the gym after work. You go
for beer with the boys. You're a pansy."

Her sneering, demeaning comments infuriated me. Her snide, disparaging,
belittling personality was just too much. I gave into my frustration and rage,
and went one step too far. "Stop it." I yelled and laid a slap across her
face. I was immediately sorry, but it was way too late for apologies.

"You bastard. How dare you strike me!" Her hand slid between my legs and her
fingers tightened around my scrotum. Then she began to squeeze.

"God, Karen, stop, you're hurting me" I screamed in panic. Her grip was hard
and the pressure increasing.

"And I'll do a lot more than that, you son of a bitch. Get your fucking hot
sweaty body off me. Now!"

I rolled off her, onto my side, while she maintained a firm and painful grip
on my nuts. She pulled herself from beneath me, and forced me onto my back,
then knelt beside my body, alternating painful squeezing with moments where
she relaxed her grip and gave me a break. She held me captive for minutes,
torturing me and taunting me, while I pleaded for her to stop. Her voice was a
snarl that added to my terror."I'll show you what I do to bastards who hit
women. And I'll show you why you couldn't rape me even in your dreams."

"Aw, Karen, please" I begged. "I'm really sorry. I've never hit anyone like
that before."

"A bit late for 'sorry', I think", she laughed, and gave my balls an
especially vicious squeeze that forced a howl of pain from me. "You'll be
lucky to ever have children after I get through with you."

Suddenly and athletically, she swung her one leg around my legs and around the
hand that was gripping my genitals, and placed her butt squarely on my lower
abdomen. Her hand tight on my scrotum, a warning not to resist, as she
straddled my body.

"You males are so superior."she sneered down on me, venom in her voice. But
she was excited, and I could tell. Apparently she got off on torture. I was
looking up at her breasts, an unwelcome reminder of her feminine dominance.
Firm, pert, with a decided upward cant, they were spectacular orbs, presently
commanding my world. The nipples, framed by dark purplish aureola, were long,
taut, and rubbery, like nubile tire studs. Swollen with arousal they pointed
down, feminine missiles, homing their inferior male target.

"Now let's see if a female can rape a male." And with that her free hand
joined her other behind her back, and seized my now flaccid penis, which had
quickly lost its stiffness with the first onset of pain. "Shit. You're flat.
It feels like a worm. You're quite a man when you think you're in control. Not
so macho now, eh?"

And her one hand, the one not around my nuts, massaged and teased my member
and brought its reluctant body back to life. But she had to work at it. Karen
had brutally robbed me of any desire for sex, and my genitalia wanted no part
in the procedure either.

I felt the pressure of her vagina against my organ, and amazingly felt the
traitorous member respond. Then it was being surrounded and forced into a warm
prison, a snake being swallowed by a hawk. My captor was so lubricated with
arousal that the conquest was smooth and rapid, and I was quickly engulfed, my
member embedded to the hilt. Only then did her hips begin to move against my
body, her vagina oiled and hot as it stroked my captive shaft. And she quickly
increased the rate and ferocity of her thrusts, so that the rape became
painful and I feared the health of my organ. Her thrusts were masculinely
hard, and it felt like my member might be broken at the root. But nature must
have foreseen such events and my penis somehow survived.. And gradually the
pain was replaced by pleasure. No male could resist what she was doing to me.
The feelings in my lower parts became all consuming, overwhelming. I found my
eyes tight shut so as to savor the sensations. Somehow her hands had found my
wrists and were holding them down against the mattress and beside my head.

It did occur to me that she no longer had the painful grip on my scrotum, and
that I might now have freed myself and escaped. But she knew her subject well
and had only surrendered her advantage when I was beyond logic or salvation.
She held me easily and continued the rape without opposition. I came
massively, whimpering and mewing with the intense pleasure, then had to lie
passively while she continued to work her own sex against my rapidly receding
member. Finally her entire body began to shake uncontrollably and I was a
fascinated witness to her orgasm, emphasized through a hard and painful bite
to my neck.

5.

Karen lay on my chest for about 5 minutes while the two of us recovered from
the sex. I felt no need to escape since I had derived a great deal of pleasure
from her rape, and just assumed that we were now buddies. She did finally move
her lips to mine, and engaged me in a most passionate kiss. But her bonhomie
was a ruse, and while I was distracted, her hand had again wrapped itself
around my scrotum.

"Jesus Karen, you're hurting me again. Let go. You've proved your point."

"Oh I've definitely proven my point. But you need punishment, not fun. You
actually enjoyed being raped, didn't you. Unfortunately I couldn't prevent you
getting pleasure, but I assure you it won't happen again. Now, over on your
stomach, wimp. Oh, I'm far from finished with you."

Fearfully and obediently I rolled over onto my front. The process was a little
tricky with her hand attached to my scrotum. It involved a quick switching of
the hand that controlled me from her left to her right. The exchange was
performed quickly and expertly by my captor, and gave me no chance for escape.

She must have been planning the entire evening, and specifically every little
detail of my humiliation. How else was there a handbag conveniently placed on
the end table, from which she produced two pair of handcuffs? It was all some
kind of a kinky setup and I was the stooge. Seated in the small of my back,
she ordered me to place my wrists up against the bedposts. Her dexterity in
closing the cuffs one handed while keeping me cooperative and in pain with the
other, was admirable. And I had no choice but to obey her orders. I was
terrified of what she had in store for me, but the pain she could cause was
too great. She was efficient and soon had me face down, helpless and in shock.
Only then did she release her grip on my privates.

She disappeared from the room, leaving me confused and frightened, but soon
returned with her phone and took a few pictures of my naked body on the bed in
the restraints. It only occurred to me to look away and not show my face after
about the 4th photo. She also took a 'selfie' of the two of us together, but
had to grab hold of my hair to force my face toward the camera.

The uncertainty of her plans didn't last long. She opened a drawer on the end
table and withdrew what appeared to be a giant penis with straps. I had never
seen anything like that and had no idea of its purpose until she began
strapping it onto her naked loins.

"No Karen, you're not going to do that" I screamed in panic, flattening myself
against the mattress to protect my parts as best I could.

"Oh yes I am" she replied calmly, and began slathering Vaseline on the tip of
the obscene object.

Opening a lower drawer on that end table, she pulled out a whip that had
several straps emerging from a central core. The word 'cat-of-nine-tails' came
to mind, and terror shook my world. I began begging and pleading, with tears
streaming from my eyes.

"Up on your knees, crybaby. You will obey me sooner or later, and the quicker,
the less pain."

"No, Karen. I won't let you."

"Jeffrey, I'm not only a dominatrix, I'm also a sadist. Do you know what that
means? It means that I'll get more pleasure the more I hurt you. Go ahead and
fight me, Jeff, because it will be so much more rewarding when I eventually
break you."

Then the pain exploded over my shoulders as she hit me with the whip. I cried
out in anguish, only to be hit again, lower this time across the back.

"No please, Karen" I begged my torturer "I can't take any more."

"Then up on your hands and knees."

As she stood there beside me, whip in hand, I had full vision of that wicked
looking phallus attached to her body. It was a terrifying appendage. Somehow
she was now the male and had totally emasculated her victim.

She hit me three more times before I'd finally had enough. "OK, OK, I
shrieked. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want."

6.

She knelt on the bed directly behind me, her hands on my hips. "Listen to me
carefully, Jeff." she stated authoritatively. " From now on you will do
exactly what I tell you. Any slight resistance on your part will result in 10
lashes. And then 10 lashes again for any repeat offences. Is that clear?"

"Yes." I whispered. I knew I couldn't take a further whipping.

"A little louder, moron. And call me mistress."

"Yes, mistress."

"Now I will place 2 pillows across your legs for me to kneel on since I'm
shorter than you are. You will remain on your knees, but rest your weight on
your elbows, not your hands. Yes, that's it. Perfect. You are being a good
boy, Jeff. That is the exact angle that I need."

Then I could feel her moving and positioning the dildo (I learned the word
from her days later) and felt it hard and firm touching my skin.

"Relax as much as you can, Jeff. I'll take my time, and go very easy, but if
you tense up, this will tear you up inside."

I tried to relax, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Her right hand left my hip
for a moment in order to properly steer the instrument. Then I felt the thing
penetrate a few centimeters, but well past the sphincter muscle and my only
possible line of defense. I inhaled involuntarily and heard a shocked
"Ahhhhh...." escape my lungs. My persecutor did take it slowly and easily, and
began a gentle in and out motion that gradually took the device deeper. It
felt like I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. I was in such a daze
that I didn't even realize that I was rock hard until her hand found my staff
and seized it in a firm grip. Then as her hips moved forward, her hand stroked
backwards. Both motions accelerated as she worked at me. And although I was in
no mood for sex and my body was in a state of rebellion, she quickly forced me
to ejaculate. Certainly there was pleasure, but it had to be the most
uncomfortable orgasm I would ever experience.

7.

It seemed like I had been lying trust on that bed for hours, when finally my
antagonist returned to the bedroom once again. She had left me long ago and I
had fallen asleep.

"Up on your hands and knees" she said.

"What time is it?" I asked, groggily from my sleep induced stupor. At the same
time, I automatically rose from the mattress as requested. By now I was
conditioned to obey orders without question or without conscious thought.

"Just after one. You've had a rough evening, so I let you sleep for a couple
hours. Now spread your legs. Wider."

I felt the mattress give as she climbed onto it and knelt behind me. Then her
hands were on me and she had some kind of object in them. Then I felt cold
metal between my legs and was instantly wide awake. I tried to resist. However
my hands were still cuffed and my legs spread wide and I couldn't react
quickly. Then I felt the cold metal going around my abdomen and heard a loud
click that signaled her locking the device home.

"What is that?" I asked in a panic.

"Why Jeff. It's a male chastity belt." And I could hear triumphant glee in her
voice. "There's an opening that's large enough for a deflated penis, but far
to small for one engorged. You'll be able to urinate and the other function,
but you won't be able to have sex while it's on, or masturbate for that
matter. You're mine, Jeff, and from now on, I will control all those immature
sexual thoughts and actions to which you men seem so prone, and that would
only cause trouble and chagrin if left to your own devices.

"You should be honored. That belt is the best on the market, and costs more
than you're worth. It's made of titanium, and is far tougher than steel. It
would take a powerful saw with a carborundum blade, or a blow torch to remove
it - neither of which would be very comfortable for the wearer.

"I do have a key, however, which I am now going to put in the wall safe over
there, where it will only be accessible to me, your new mistress and
coordinator of sexual activities.

"Jeff, I am a dominatrix. My sexual satisfaction is reliant on my ability to
dominate inferior males like you. From the moment you walked into the office
your first day, I was captivated. So young, so naive, so obviously a
submissive - you don't realize your true nature, but I could tell. And you
won't blab to anyone, will you? Of course you could go to the police. But it
would come out in court how I raped you, sodomized you and placed you in this
chastity belt. I would be convicted, but the judge and jury would be in
stitches. And you wouldn't be able to hold your head up at the office ever
again. That masculine pride of yours will keep you in far stronger chains than
my little arsenal of constraints. Tough to admit having been raped by a woman,
eh?"

"I'm not quite so much a bitch as you think. Ridiculing and taunting you at
the office established my authority and softened you up for the inevitable. My
nastiness was necessary. But now that you are mine, things will be better for
you at work. It's my mode of love, and before long you'll accept it in spite
of yourself."

"Every Friday evening you will come to this apartment. Once you are
restrained, I'll remove the belt and we will have some fun - or at least I
will. Oh I have a lot of toys I want to show you, Jeff. And be prepared to
stay the night.

"Now I'm about to release your handcuffs. Once I do, you will lie on the bed
until I say otherwise. I need to go over a few things with you."

8.

I lay passively on the bed while she stood at the mirror, naked, combing her
hair and reapplying makeup. I could have got up, got dressed and left,
disobeying her, but had a feeling that I would pay a price at a later date.
Soon she finished and approached, an almost pleasant smile on her face. Out
came her phone, and she began taking photos once again.

This time it was "Look this way, Jeff." Or "Hands against the bed posts so
that it will look like you are tied." Or "Raise your far leg, so that the
chastity belt will show better." The difference between this and our first
photo shoot was that I fully and meekly cooperated this time, in spite of
being free from any bonds. It wasn't just the rapes that had broken my spirit,
but the realization that the chastity belt gave her total control over my
future actions, and that there was little purpose in resisting further.

Then she put away the phone, climbed onto the bed, and crawled on hands and
knees over my prone body. She positioned her hands on either side of my head,
and her knees either side of my hips. Her long straight black hair hung about
my head like a curtain, shutting off the outside world. She said nothing for
at least a minute, appearing to savor the moment and enjoy her conquest. As
for me, I couldn't meet her eyes, and was forced to stare at her breasts. I
had the urge to reach out and fondle them, but didn't dare. And below, my
penis made a valiant, but futile attempt to stiffen against its metal cage.

Finally she broke the silence. "You're mine from now on, Jeff. Welcome to the
world of female domination. You're not the first male that I've taken like
this and you won't be the last. I'm afraid I'm somewhat of an unfaithful bitch
when it comes to men though. I fall in love and then tire of the same old,
same old after a year or two. Then I give them their freedom. Sadly it will
eventually happen to you as well, Jeff, and if you're anything like the
others, by then you will be begging me to keep you on.

"As I told you earlier, you will come here for sex every Friday, unless I tell
you otherwise. If you don't, I will never let you out of that chastity belt
and you might go to the grave wearing it. However I expect that you will get
some pleasure out of our little trysts. I know that I will.

"And one other little advantage to our new relationship. You will no longer be
the victim of my venom at the office. I was a real bitch, wasn't I? I am a
bitch, but not as bad as I let on. That was to prepare you for your eventual
subjugation. I goaded you mercilessly, at the office, in the parking lot, and
then again (and especially well, I thought) while you were trying to rape me.
Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, and blew your cool. Imagine Mr Nice
slapping a girl. Shame on you, ruining your image like that. But of course
that was precisely what I wanted.

"From now on we will be boyfriend/girlfriend at the office, and also outside
the office. And on Monday, you will visit payroll to change your banking
information, so that your paycheck will go into an account that I control. I
will pay your rent and utilities, and give you an ample, but not too generous
allowance. Once or twice a week, you will take me to dinner and perhaps a
movie. Our dates will be determined by yours truly, and I will also be
responsible for paying, though with your money of course. So I will be the
senior partner and in full control in our new loving arrangement. Any
questions?"