The willing gift

Natalie

"Amber, you should have told me."

"What good would that have done? You're supposed to be neutral during the interview, right? How can you be neutral if you're dripping from your legs?"

"Still, you should've told me... I would've treated him differently."

"That's exactly what I meant. Are you even listening or are you that horny already?"

"You... might be right. Anyway, what's your plan?"

"You'll see it once we get there."

The path to his home was short but it gave me time to think. I was really doing this, oh god. I just interviewed him, trying to get a good story, a good headline... Either he was adept at giving interviews or he was actually honest. But I'm torn. Part of me thinks I shouldn't be doing this, part of me just can't wait to be tied up and see if he's as good at sex as Amber thinks.

"Oh wow, his home is pretty big."

"Well, he needs the space for his harem, right?"

"Wait, how many people live here?"

"He's living with four other women. More are expected to come, though." I was shocked. Given Amber's statements, I really doubt she's being **** to do anything, and the others probably aren't, either. I mean, one person alone can't **** so many women to do something against their will and the company probably doesn't yield enough to pay off the women. Amber continued: "Not everyone's here right now, though there is another woman there that isn't part of his harem."

"In the process?"

"I doubt it. Neither really wants to."

We entered the well-heated home. A young woman with black hair sat on the couch, watching an animal documentary. She turned her head. "Oh hi Amber. Who did you bring along? I'm smelling a new move-in to organize..."

Amber introduced me: "That's Natalie. I decided to give her as a gift to James."

The woman's eyes lit up: "Hi, my name's Emily Emm, owner of the Emm Emporium. Just give us the call once you want to move in here and we'll take care of everything."

I was stunned at first, but managed to calm my nerves enough to respond: "I... haven't decided anything yet, I'm just here for a little sex."

"Well, why else would you be here? In any case, Amber, I set up the hooks you wanted. But what do you want to do with them? I don't thing a swing in the basement is a great idea."

Amber smugly replied: "You can ask Nat about the use of ceiling hooks during sex."

"I-Is it for that? Did you seriously get those installed for me, Amber?", I asked. I must be blushing hard, since the woman's question implied her total innocence. I assume she's the outsider Amber was talking about. Miss Emm seems to handle the move-ins of the girls that Mr. Goodman had seduced, so she must be someone he trusts deeply enough to let her take care of that task. Seems like she's also a handyman or rather handygirl around here.

"Not just you. I want to use it some time too", Amber replied coolly. She turned to the kitchen, where two women were helping themselves to get some cake. "Hey you two, is there some cake left?"

The brown haired one responded: "Yeah there's still one. Want some, Amber? Or maybe for our guest?"

Amber had a stern look: "No, keep that one for Isabella. She'll be coming later today and deserves a slice. Sorry Em." The girl on the couch just nodded.

The blonde woman with a large chest and a lot of cleavage asked Amber a question: "Should we cook something for her? Will she have eaten?"

"I don't know, Donna. I think you two should cook something for her, though, even if she might not need it. We haven't eaten either and I kinda doubt the leftovers will be enough. Christine, cook dinner for master and everyone else, including Isabella. Donna, you help her with everything she tells you to do unless you know you're bad at it, okay?" Both women nodded. Amber walked towards a door that uncovered a large corridor.

After the door behind us closed, I asked her: "So you can command them around?"

"Hah, not really. They were only listening because they wanted to inquire what would serve master the best. I was simply the best informed."

"I see. And he has a sex dungeon?"

"Haha, right back to topic, huh? No, it's not a sex dungeon, not yet. I think over time it'll become one, though. Master already tied me up here and kept me here for six days one time, it was wonderful. In any case, I think you can already guess what I have set up for you."

As we went down the stairs, the true scale of the building above me became clearer. I had spied that the end of the corridor was only a turn towards more rooms, but now I could see how big the building must actually be. In the corner furthest away, I saw a mat and above some ropes loosely hanging from the ceiling.

Amber explained: "Okay, so now that we're here, I want to prepare you for master. Get undressed and I'll tie you up." Fuck it, I've come this far. If this guy can wrap five women around his dick without causing any issue whatsoever, I can easily indulge in my own fantasies for an evening. Besides, it's a holiday. If I hadn't been that **** for a story, I would've spent the new year with my family instead. This is exciting, at least. Once my clothes laid on the ground, I realized that Amber had stripped too. I gave her a confused look. "Don't worry, you look nicer than me. I just felt like it. In any case, I need you to stand like this and let yourself fall back a little."

Amber proceeded to tie me up. The ropes went around my chest, shoulders and arms to hold my upper body. Even though Amber was nowhere near finished, I was already getting excited. With her construction, I felt light as a feather, since I was half suspended in the air already. Yet at the same time, the tightness of the ropes across my upper body reassured me. It hugged me tightly, as my own body weight was redistributed across the ropes to pull me up. "You're doing a really good job, Amber."

"Well you know who I learned it from, Nat. You could say I had a great teacher. Lift a leg up, please." Amber winked at me while saying this. It was obvious that she wasn't experienced yet with this kind of bondage. Nevertheless, she seems to have studied a lot to make this possible. The ropes now went down my back, ass and upper legs to ensure that my body weight was evenly distributed and no rope loop was too tight, constricting the blood flow. As she was done with one leg, it felt like I sat in a very comfy, albeit uneven chair. Amber simply grabbed my second leg by surprise and started tying it up as well. My legs were well spread out and it felt like I was sitting on nothing while wearing a blanket. It was an incredible feeling. Everything held me. It was difficult to move even an inch.

That's when I heard him. I slowly turned my head and saw him approaching me. The length of the path meant that I sat in my ropes for half a minute just waiting for him to come to me. As he saw me, it was clear that he was still a bit surprised but upon seeing my tied up body, he became excited too. Amber started talking: "So master, I think I already explained this, but Nat's a friend I met online on a kink forum. I got to know her as bondage-crazy first and reporter in Trinton second. So I figured that I could give you the perfect chance to fuck a tied up woman without any remorse."

He turned to me: "If you ever feel uncomfortable with anything, just tell me. If something prevents you from talking or being heard, wave around your hands or feet, Amber will stay here and tell me to stop. Also, you may call me by my name or a title of your choosing, though you might have guessed my favorite. In any case, I'll start now. Any objections?" Time to see if Amber was right about his skills and dick.

"No, sir."

"Sir? That's a new one. I'm curious, what made you pick 'sir'?"

"W-Well... I don't know, I think master is a bit far and feels so kinky it has to stay in the bedroom. But sir gives you the respect and honor you think you deserve in public. Plus don't you think it's hot to see the woman that tried to grill you a few minutes ago forcing herself to address you as sir?"

He laughed. "I like the way you think. The more I get to know this side of you, the more I understand how the two of you became friends. Amber, anything on your mind?"

Amber was nervous to speak, but slowly mustered her courage to speak. In our roleplaying sessions, Amber was usually very dominant and authoritative, just like with the other women before. Yet before him she cowers, the gap is truly terrifying. Yet at the same time, I could tell that she didn't fear him as much as she feared herself. She was the one worrying about pleasing her master out of her own volition, not because she was afraid of getting punished. She was finally ready to speak up: "With you permission, master, I would like to do something with her, since it's our first time meeting up in real life." He nodded. Amber came closer from behind me, I was unable to see her. Suddenly her head popped up right next to me and she went in for a kiss. Her tongue went deep as she passionately embraced my body in its weird position. The sudden kiss caused goosebumps while at the same time, a rise in my body temperature. She looked me deep in the eye and said: "Have fun tonight, Nat. Master likes women that share his kinks, so I'm hopeful the two of you enjoy yourselves."

When she removed her head, I could see Mr. Goodman again, he had taken his clothes off in the meanwhile as well. His dick was indeed large and I would be lying if I claimed that I wasn't getting a little bit excited. In all honesty though, I was also a bit scared. Since none of the women here seem to be here against their will, he must have had other methods to make them stay and loyal in his harem. And looking at the size, at the girth, at the veins, and the softly alluring smell that now filled the room, it was likely that I was standing, or rather hanging, in front of the device that conquered them. Do I want to be conquered? No, I don't. But the question isn't whether I want it or not, I'm tied up and I have a feeling it's more of a question of how much I enjoy the sex with him rather than my initial willingness. Thus, the question becomes 'What should I do when I get conquered? If I enjoy it enough to want to have another go?'

And then it happened, the moment I'd been waiting for all day long. I had just interviewed Mr. Goodman, thinking that he was an insincere and morally bankrupt person. But in this moment, I didn't care about any of that. All I cared about was his dick that entered me. Being tied up had made me wet enough already, even his large dick slid in easily. Its size was perfect, stretching me out a little, while not being painful. The felt strain on my insides to make room for his cock was well worth the pleasure it brought me to have every part of my insides be touched by his dick, to have every nerve ending in the area signal to my brain that it got touched and that it felt good. The sudden surge in the pleasure I was experiencing caused me to almost let loose and be carried away by the waves of pleasure he caused.

Yet the fact that these waves turned into tsunamis with every thrust of his hips was what got me to snap back to reality, as the calm sea had become a tempestuous storm that threatened to drown me in pleasure. While I was struggling to maintain my reason, I noticed Amber standing behind her master, pleasuring herself while watching us have sex. Mr. Goodman noticed me looking at Amber and turned to her to see what's going on. "You can cum freely this night, Amber" She had trouble saying thanks in an ordinary manner, but Mr. Goodman didn't mind. He quickly focused on me again. And I couldn't have been happier. All I thought about was the pleasure his dick gave me, no the pleasure he gave me. It felt so good, I should have tried getting into contact with other kinky people way earlier. Or maybe Amber was right about him being special...?

Oh no, this is a difficult question. Am I enjoying this because I'm a kinky mess that can only feel happy when she's tied up and fucked or is it his doing that I'm enjoying it so much? Ah fuck, I'm getting lost in my thoughts. I've long given up on keeping my moans quiet, instead they echo in the otherwise quiet basement. The more that I think about it, I realize the issue to my conundrum. It's not one of the two that's causing my pleasure, it's both. His huge dick and his sex skills, alongside his willingness to indulge in my fetishes, both of these things make this sex incredible, though it's clear that he enjoys it too. His large, though delicate hands around my waist are now shoving me up and down his cock, after Amber assured him that moving me like this won't cause me to fall down.

The more he fucks me, the more I get everything that happens in this place. Mr. Goodman has an easy game with the women he picks. All he has to care about are compatible kinks and his sex skills will do the rest to convince the women to stay by his side. His stamina is also incredible. Lost in my thoughts, I had nearly missed the fact that I was near climax already. I tried desperately to suppress it, mainly because I wanted him to come first. I don't want to lose to a man when it comes to speedy climaxes, his dick is good but so should be my pussy.

What ultimately made me lose my focus was an unexpected touch on my cheek. Involuntarily, my body jolted from the pleasure that had accumulated throughout the session, the sudden jerks being restricted by the ropes that prevented my body from moving as it pleased. As I turned my head, the blonde woman from earlier was next to me, eyeing me. "Amber, you've got good taste. Mind if I...?" Amber curtly replied: "Stop when I tell you to. A bit won't be bad for her." I had little clue what they were talking about but I was certain it wasn't great news for me.

The blonde woman started: "So I heard you're a reporter too? Interviewing master on his birthday, I'm glad you're making it worth it for him."

I was a bit startled, so I merely stuttered "Y-Yeah..."

It seems that this woman was hellbent on teasing me, as I neared my second orgasm: "That didn't sound very determined... Could it be that you're enjoying this a bit too much for this to be for his sake only?"

Ugh, she kind of got me. Is this how it feels to be had in an interview? "W-Well, he's really good at this and I'm into bondage, why should it be a surprise that I'm enjoying this as well?" Natalie +2SP (-46SP)

The woman's face got more serious and somewhat condescending: "So not only are you bothering him on his birthday merely to be the first to publish an interview, you're also using him for your own pleasure on top of that?"

Was she alluding to punishment play? I'm not really into that, though... I think it's best to divert the topic: "He's enjoying it too, isn't he? Besides, he does it with me rather than any of his other women. That must be because I have something unique to offer."

She shot back immediately: "So master is fucking you because you're a kinky slut and spread your legs for him despite mistrusting him because of what happened with GRC?"

She led me right into a trap! "I-I... Yeah" I sighed in defeat, although it was difficult to feel down with his relentless pounding.

"Say it properly", she demanded with a smug smile.

Fuck it, I've come this far, I might as well throw everything out the window. This is clearly going to be something that neither he nor I will ever be able to discuss publicly anyway, so everything that happens here will never meet the light of day. "I'm a kinky mess that ignores her professionalism and every red flag she believes to see just because he... aaaaahh..." My declaration was interrupted by my second orgasm of the evening. I was panting heavily from the pleasure for a full minute before being able to finish what I wanted to say. "Just because he fucks me really well and I don't want him to stop now." Natalie +6SP (-40SP)

The blonde woman patted my head. "There you go, that's a good girl. You're surrounded by women crazy for him, you shouldn't feel all that ashamed to admit that you like to get railed by him."

Although highly sinister, I could feel some comfort in these words. "Yeah, you're right. I wondered how he might have lured in so many women, but now that I'm experiencing this, I begin to see why..."

"Begin to see? All you gotta do is ask if you need more proof."

"I... uhm..."

The woman stared behind me, presumably at Amber, who's moans had subsided momentarily. She then simply said: "Well, I guess you're not ready yet. You're a tougher cookie than I thought, but underestimating you was my mistake. But I'm curious, how do you feel about this situation?"

How did I feel about this situation? I felt good of course, so... No no, good is the wrong word here! Yes, I might enjoy the sex, but everything else is wrong! How can I trust this guy? Am I supposed to believe that this guy did everything out of the goodness of his heart? Not to mention, people like Amber and this woman, they seem like they're in a cult. I noticed it a little bit before the interview as well, but now that their masks are off, it's obvious. The way they treat him is full of adoration, perhaps idolization, as if they didn't consider him to be on the same level as them, but instead someone to be venerated. It was downright creepy, but what bothered me the most was that the further I seemed to dig, the less I found.

I had done my research before the interview too, and beyond him not involving any staff of his office, there was little suspicion. I talked with one person assigned to the company's case and they corroborated the official press release of Mr. Goodman happily cooperating with the police. Yet at the same time, he never struck me as someone who's doing this to get the company or out of **** against his father. So what is he getting out of this, if he has another job anyway?

"I take your silence to mean that you're still very conflicted?", the woman interrupted my thoughts. I simply nodded and she sighed.

Suddenly, Mr. Goodman stopped. "Look, I don't know what else to say to convince you. If you've got any follow up questions, we can do another interview some other time. But for now, I'd like to focus on our bodies. Amber, with how the ropes are tied, can she switch positions?"

Amber approached me to untangle and re-tangle some of the ropes. "I can get her upside down for you, master. Is that okay, Nat?"

This was my chance! "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, Amber. Actually, I do have one question for you, Mr. Goodman. Amber, would you be so kind as to note down his response on my notebook in the bag?"

"Sure I can do that", Amber responded, "if master's fine with it, I'll help you." Mr. Goodman gave the go ahead. These moments were also a short rest for my body. Mr. Goodman hadn't been rough, but the combination of his size and trying out this position for the first time in real life had caused me some strain. At the same time, the basement wasn't properly heated yet, and I could feel the cold enveloping me, now that I wasn't having sex anymore. Since Amber turned me around, I could view my breasts hanging, my nipples perking up as a response to the cold.

I decided to ask my question: "So what's in it for you? Taking over the GRC, I mean? You have a job you're excellent at, you have Amber and many other women, so why continue your father's business?"

Instead of Mr. Goodman, Amber responded, however: "I can give you part of the answer. Master might have won a prize in the past, but magazines are still closing left and right. His current job is just a temporary replacement for a colleague on medical leave. If his articles weren't so popular, there wouldn't have even been a chance that he could stay. Owning GRC is a safe option if more magazines fail to transition into the digital age."

Mr. Goodman waited for Amber to finish writing and then added more: "What Amber said was right, but there's more. Currently, we're registered as a family business, and with my father and my brother being unavailable for years, it was either me or losing the family business status. In addition to that, I always admired the generosity of my family. My grandfather and my father have always kept the rent as low as possible, so I used to be quite proud of them, until it was revealed what my father had done. I... feel responsible to make sure people can still live as cheaply as possible, but a part of me is selfish and wants to feel proud to bear my family's name again. I'm not doing this to get recognized of course, I'm bad with crowds, but I want to hear people talk well of GRC and my family again. With the exception of what my father did, of course. Was that all or can we continue?"

"If Amber wrote everything down, we can continue", I said, lost in thoughts. His answer seems a lot more reasonable. As a journalist myself I can tell quite a lot about how dire the job situation is, so I can understand taking a second leg you can stand on. I'm suspicious of how responsible he truly feels, it feels like corporate PR talk. But maybe the question is where his sincerity would come from, if he was sincere. He turned 25 today, it seems. Amber told me before that he's been a journalist for three years, mostly in another city. So he started living on his own only recently after attending a college, outside of the area where GRC owns apartments. It's impossible to tell his sincerity from the outside, but he certainly must have made experiences with high rent. He might not have thought much about it, but this might be part of his motivation.

But that would mean that he's compassionate, no? And then there's another thing I remember: Amber told me she had a crush on him all the way through college but he never made a move on her back then. Whether he was dedicated to his job or not yet interested, it seems obvious that he's not a sex-crazed monster if these are his priorities. But what about all the women here, then? They all seem like recent additions to his little harem. Something changed recently, but it's unclear to me what exactly. What exactly gave him the confidence to come out of his shell. I know I said that we could continue, but I wanted to know more. "Mr. Goodman, your little harem here seems to be quite new, but unrelated to your new job or GRC. What changed?"

The blonde woman came into my field of vision again: "That is a question we can't answer, sorry. If you experience it for yourself, you'll be able to figure it out, however. That's how I figured out roughly what's happening. I will give you two hints. First, it's something he can't control, his only choice is whether to exploit it or not. Second, there's no turning back. Investigate further and you won't want to leave anymore, just like the rest of us."

"I... see. Do you think your self past you would be horrified to see you in this state?"

"Surprised yes, but not unhappy. I've always been very horny, even before I met master. The only thing that might surprise or horrify me would be my own submissiveness, but he warned me, so it's my own fault. And then there are people like Amber who would have liked a similar relationship anyway. I think Amber even picked you because she felt that if things turned out the way like they did with the rest of us, you wouldn't be too unhappy with the outcome."

I think I'm beginning to see the way he operates. Even if he can make women drool for him easily, it seems he's more fond of going after those that would enjoy it. And while it's undoubtedly a harem, he doesn't seem to want to humiliate his women too much, at least the ones I've seen seem to be in love and not in a purely sexual relationship. Not that there would be anything wrong with that, anyway. I think I can trust him more, though his 'power' or whatever it is still seems sketchy. Natalie +5SP (-35SP)

Mr. Goodman resumed our sex, although it felt different after Amber had flipped me. The slight curvature of his dick now curved the other way, ensuring that I felt his dick even more intensely. As my body once again got railed, it started to heat up and beat the cold of the basement. In a way, it felt like life was returning back to me, it was almost heavenly, although it should have felt like the pleasure from before. Maybe I should look into temperature play more in the future...

This might be my genuine struggle at the moment. Part of me just wants to let go and have fun, while the other part of me wants to maintain a professional distance. What was Amber thinking by organizing this after the interview, it should have been after I published the interview! Well I guess I can try my best to be neutral after this.

Neutral, yeah right. It hasn't even been five minutes yet and I can feel another orgasm coming. The guy hasn't even come once, but I... arghhh... His hands are on my hip and he rocks me back and forth, causing his cock to enter me repeatedly. Every jolt feels amazing and I do enjoy my current predicament a little, since he just keeps pounding me no matter how hard I just came. As I was nearing another orgasm, he finally came too. After this, Amber untied me, although I felt the two women were a bit jealous of me.

To be entirely honest, I didn't want to end it here. "Mr. Goodman, would it be alright if we repeat this another time?"

He simply responded "Sure, when do you think you want another interview?"

Interview? Oh no... The blonde lady smirked at my hesitation to answer: "Master, I think she wanted more sex, not another interview." She approached me. "Isn't that right? You enjoyed being tied up and at master's mercy while he fucked you until he had enough of you? If so, just say it. We aren't judging you. But if you want something from master, you should state it clearly, or else he might misunderstand and refuse."

"I..." I struggled to answer. How far had I fallen? Sure I can probably trust him, he's probably a decent guy trying his best, but... But what? What is there to be ashamed of, then? Once this article is out, we could fuck as much as we want without any moral issues. "I'd like to be tied up and have sex again with you, Mr. Goodman. After the article is released, however." Natalie +2SP (-33SP)

Amber seemed to hold back the blonde woman from speaking any further and I got dressed. At the same time, Mr. Goodman and Amber began talking: "Hey Amber, any news from my mom? Is she back already?"

"No idea, master, but she should be back."

The blonde woman interrupted: "Oh, I don't think I've seen her yet. It'll be nice suddenly not being the oldest around here."

I asked an important question: "Wait, is she part of...?"

Amber simply answered "Yes."