The Room Pt 1

She woke up slowly, feeling fingers lightly moving down her side.  She stirred slowly and then felt her hair being smoothed away from her neck and soft kisses being pressed there.  J opened her eyes slowly, taking a breath then felt a hand move from her hip to move up her stomach to her breast, cupping it then pulling at her nipple, causing her to squirm a bit, her lips parting in a soft sigh.

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Tonight Pt 2

J soon found herself very very helpless.  She was in the middle of the room, her arms bound securely to a bar that ran along the back of her shoulders, her arms out straight from her in a T position.  Her legs were pulled up and out to each side, the ropes under her legs, pulling them spread out to each side, exposing her pussy and ass.  Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and was secured to the bar with a rope so her head could not drop forward.  He wanted her every micro-expression to be seen by those that would be entering.

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The return

[Continuation from the tale of Marcus and J – about whom I have not written before. Since there has been no new post for a while, I started this one for the readers. To make it more interesting, I am using her narrative and trying to follow the storyline so far. Hope you like it.]


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Make Up Session Pt 2

Marcus walked over to the cage, hearing her moaning and trembling within the cage.  She had a puddle of piss under her from over stimulation.  Marcus smiled, walking over and crouched down in front of her cage.  “You want out?”  Her eyes looked at him, nodding as much as she could.

He opened the cage, watching the large cock slide out of her mouth, spit and drool sliding from her lips.  She didn’t move though.  She simply looked up at him, her eyes hungry but tired.  “Crawl out.”  She crawled forward slowly, groaning as the insert slid out of her ass.  She shuddered quietly.  “Sit back on your feet.”


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Make Up Session

Marcus glanced up when he saw j approaching the bench he sat on.  She sat down by him, looking at him curiously.  “You texted?”

He nodded.  “I did.  I feel I owe you an apology.  For….losing it.  That is never, ever appropriate and I am sorry.”

J smiled.  “I forgave you after it happened.”

He nodded.  “I know.  But….still….I feel I need to do more.”


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Work Day – Aftercare

Marcus lifted her gently from his lap, carrying her into the bathroom.  He ran a warm bath for her and then gently eased her aching body into it.  He knelt by the tub and began washing her, all of this done in silence, only communicating through gently touches, the sound of water gently splashing around them soothing to both in different ways.


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Work Day – Afternoon


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When J woke up it took her a moment to remember where she was.  Then it hit her and she moved to sit up but she couldn’t.  Her arms were folded behind her head with her right arm pulled toward the left side of the bed, and her left arm toward the right side of the bed bound down with ropes.  This propped her head up at an angle to allow her to look down her body.  She squirmed, then felt a tight pull on her tits.  She saw her tits were bound as well.  There were bound tightly, surrounded by rope, the nipples hard on top of each discolored mound.  Her legs were bound but loosely so she thought she would be able to turn over to ease the pull on her shoulders.  But as she tried to lift her head more she felt a pull on her hair and realized he had bound her hair to the headboard so she could barely lift her head. Continue reading

Work Day – Mid Morning


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Marcus had been watching J get fucked by the machine, having cum on his hand.  He walked over, leaning down and wiping his hand off with her hair then knelt behind her spread legs.  He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her ass, hearing her moan then he began pushing his way into her ass again.  J cried out as she was double penetrated, the machine pounding away in a steady fashion at her pussy while Marcus began on her ass again.  J cried as her body was used, pounded by man and machine.  Marcus came hard in her ass then slid out, cum leaking out and down her ass cheek as the machine continued. Continue reading

Work Day

J got into her car, dressed for work in her pencil skirt, blouse, nylons and heels. Her hair was up in a simple french twist and she had on enough make up to look appropriate. She started up her car and pulled out of the driveway of the home she shared with her husband.

The car eased out onto the residential road as she hummed along to whatever song happened to be playing on the radio right then. She then heard her phone go off, demanding her attention to a text she had just received. She frowned, wondering if she had forgotten something at home. She looked at the dashboard where her texts would come up.

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES HER A BORED GIRL. COME PLAY. -M

Her pussy clenched. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. It didn’t even take her a second to decide. She turned down another street and headed to His house. Marcus wanted her right now. So put in a call to work, telling them she would not be in then hung up, wondering what he had planned for her.

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