Tonight Pt 1

In the circles that he ran in, this was the party of the year.  The party that everyone waited for and hoped to be invited for.  If you were invited, you were someone.

After the car was valeted and the invitation checked at the door, J walked through the door of the house, seeing women on either side of the door like pillars, arms secured above their heads, small latex tops and bottoms on them, large red ball gags between red painted lips, their eyes covered by blindfolds.  There were straps around their necks, around their waists and around their ankles, even though they were not going far in the pointer boots that were on their feet.

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Trussed Up Pt 1

James heard her showering and walked into the bedroom, tossing his things onto the bed before glancing at the bathroom door.  He smiled a bit, picturing his wife in the shower, water sliding down her body.  He felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her.  And now, he had a few days off for Thanksgiving, Kelly had a few days off from her job as well.  Oooh they were going to have fun.

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To Please My Love Pt 2

I must have fallen asleep.  How?  No clue.  But I was startled when the lights came back on and he was moving back toward me.  He moved over and undid my hair, my head falling forward, aching.  I then felt the ass hook moving and then it was suddenly gone from my ass.  I gasped as it popped out.  He then undid the ropes around my sore breasts then helped me stand up. Continue reading

Home

I walked in and He was there, smiling at me.  I looked back at him and He simply opened his arms to me.  I moved to Him, falling into his arms and he placed kisses on my face, my neck, my lips and I returned as many as I could.

“I missed you, girl.”

“I missed you too, Sir.”

It had been a rough few days.  The last time we had been together I had ended up whipped, caged, and sobbing.  He had left me there for no other reason than He wanted to.

Then life had caught up with us and work happened.  We had seen each other in the evenings

Now he had me naked, but he was naked too.  His fingers slid down my sides and my hands slid up his chest.  He smiled then leaned in, sucking at my nipple.  I groaned as his tongue moved over the sensitive bud, arching toward his mouth.  His fingers moved up my back, spreading out to hold me as he continued sucking and flicking his tongue over my nipple.  Then he bit gently as I gasped, arching toward his mouth.

Together.  And at his mercy.  I was home.

An afternoon

She took her favorite position – on His lap. She wore His favorite clothing – a red and black check short pleated skirt that hardly came to the mid of her thighs along with a white blouse folded around her breasts. Not quite something one would see woman in her age wear, but she did n’t mind, at home in His lap she was a love slave. Moreover, she had been freshly spanked. So she was bouncing with joy. Her whorish instincts were into play. Though forbidden, she was touching His cock or part of His hairy chest that peeped out of the loose shirt He was wearing. She had sucked Him off not less than an hour ago, but she could not keep her hands off Him.

She was looking into His eyes and He into hers. Their eyes were playing mischief with one another. It was as if they silently spoke of lust. It was anyway a holiday. They either spent a lot of time on bed or on the couch. She was feeling very fresh and energetic. Earlier this morning He gave her that wonderful body massage from neck to toe with oil and then a bath. She could not ask for anything more. But wait, she always could. She wanted that tiny droplet of sweat coming down His chest. Without caring for permission, she bent over and licked it. She needed His body salt for nutrition.

‘You can not just keep yourself calm, can you – girl?’
‘Not unless you help me focus!’, she tried to sound innocent.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You know like the arm binders or handcuffs or the ropes or the cage or the …’
‘Enough of it slut, what are you trying to do, tease me to be hard on you?’
She did not answer directly and looked away, smiling, barely able to hide her mischievous smile. Her pussy was clenching at the thought of His cock, though she lost track of the number of times she was fucked the night before. He was probably dry by now but she could take an attempt to find out if He really were or not.
‘What was that, answer me, are you never ashamed of being such a slut all the time? Being such a whore? Where is your self control?’

In a flash her skin felt the shock of burning pain searing through her whole body as she shuddered in the memories of the night before – when she was tightly bound, exposed and danced in pain for hours. The images of her own tear stricken face with a mess of cum and piss and welts all over her body came in front of her eyes.

A drop of tear came to her eye involuntarily and fell on a feeble whip mark on her breasts, that was now fading after hours of torment. She did not know if it was a tear of joy or sorry.

She put her arms around His neck, looked at Him into His eyes, ‘Who would I be a whore for, if not you?’

At that very moment, they both felt proud for each other and jumped on to each others arms once again, almost ripping their clothes. No one remembered who made the first move.