When her husband is out of town on business, he engages the services of a governess for his wife whose duties are to manage his wife in his stead.
During his absence the governess takes his wife in hand. The woman is in charge of doling out any necessary punishments in addition to the routine maintenance discipline sessions.
Before her husband leaves, he meets with the governess and his wife. His wife’s legs are tied to her Bad Girl chair, a sturdy, straight-backed piece of wood furniture, and her wrists are cuffed to the training posture collar around her throat. She squats over a thick rubber dildo jutting from the Bad Girl chair, the tip of of it penetrating her cunt. Her nipples are tied off to her thighs, and the only way to ease the pull on them is to sink deeper onto the dildo.
While she hovers over the dildo, chewing on a black ball-gag stuffed between her lips, her husband chats with the governess and goes over his wife’s schedule. By the end of their meeting, she’s taken another inch of the dildo into her cunt. After they had discussed everything, her husband and governess took turns flogging her tits until she had seated the dildo inside her.
This week, his wife hosted a gardening club at their home. At the usual time however, the governess went to interrupt the meeting, saying she was needed. She excused herself from the club and followed her governess upstairs to her bedroom, where she was told to remove her clothes.
"I have guests. There are people waiting for me," she said angrily.
"This is what your husband scheduled for you," the governess reminded her. "I can call him now if you like.
While she removed her clothes, her governess set up a video camera and aimed it at the bed.
"What’s that for?" she demanded.
"Take it up with your husband. He wants visual reports."
When she had removed her clothes, her governess walked up to her, pinched her nipple and stretched it up, holding her breast aloft by it. She gritted her teeth to keep quiet, though her eyes watered, especially when her breast was soundly slapped. This was repeated on her other breast.
"Don’t talk back to me again," warned her governess. "You should thank your husband. He just wants to make sure his fuck toy isn’t neglected."
Her governess pinched her nipples hard and then directed her to the bed. She laid on her belly, pressing her throbbing nipples into the silk sheets, knowing her governess was putting on the strap-on.
"Spread." The governess commanded.
She stretched her limbs out to the four corners of the bed. Her governess mounted her from behind, pressing with one hand down on the back of her neck, the other squeezing one cheek that still stung from her scheduled morning spanking that had taken place over her governess’ lap.
She was humiliatingly wet. The dildo sluiced through her juices. She put her face down in the pillow to muffle the sound of her climax.
You know it’s a good story when you have be careful not to go over the tag limit haha
they still think it is all part of the auction fundraiser for Save the Whales. Score: 8
I met a girl at a club. We hit it off quickly. After a few drinks I told her that I wanted to take her home and tie her to my bed. She was keen.
We went back to mine. Once in the bedroom she had a start and asked, “Who’s that?”
Lisa was still kneeling where I left her.
"Ignore her," I said. "She’s being punished. Get on the bed." Thankfully, the girl understood. She was very loud when we fucked, probably louder than she would have been if Lisa wasn’t there. I liked that quite a bit; it was so much fun that after a quick break I had her suck me to another erection and fucked her again.
Lisa kept trying to steal a glance, but I’d told her very clearly that she was not allowed to look. If she wanted to watch - if she wanted to share my bed - she was going to have to learn to follow the rules or be denied her rewards.
Drunken hotel sex
She’s going to be so pissed, he thought to himself while trying to focus on the door lock. He could barely stand. The room numbers in front of him kept blending into each other. 832. 238. 382. He reached for the door handle hoping for some support from falling over as he attempted to get the key card at least in the vicinity of the lock. When his hand gripped the handle the door suddenly pushed open. Luck was on his side.
I will never drink again. He cursed himself as he stumbled into the darkness of the room. She was already asleep. The room was quiet and the air crisp from the air conditioning. All he could hear was her rhythmic breathing when he bumped into the bed. He held his breath trying not to move, yet swayed like a piece of paper in the wind. His eyes began to adjust to the dark and the silhouette of her sleeping form slowly came into his blurry view.
She always slept naked in hotels. Tonight was no different. Laying on her front she was spread across the entire bed. Her legs were open with one knee pulled up and even though he couldn’t really see much, just the thought of her exposed lips started to make him hard. Her foot was only inches away from him and as she stretched out her toe pressed into his thigh. That’s all it took.
It was as if he were suddenly sober again. Seeing that naked body and all its glorious curves in front of him gave him only one single thought. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the ground. Then he pulled off his shoes and socks and began to unbutton his shirt. Taking too long he left it on and slowly climbed onto the bed and above her. He was throbbing and breathing heavily with the excitement of what was to come. His hard cock was pulsing up and down, leaving a drop of precum on her naked ass cheek every time it touched her skin.
"I’m sorry I’m drunk, baby. I don’t want to fight tonight. I want to fuck you," he whispered into her ear before his mouth moved down her neck. She stirred and mumbled something into her pillow.
"Psst. Don’t talk," he continued, pressing his cheek against hers and spreading her legs wider with one of his knees. The head of his cock slid up and down her lips, waiting for the signal to enter her.
"What’s going…? she grunted hoarsely when she felt the tip of his erection spread her lips. "No…," she continued with a half-hearted objection before pushing her ass back and swallowing up all of him.
He let out a satisfied moan before his mouth continued down her neck and over her shoulders. His lips dragged across her skin and he began to pump into her. Slowly and cautiously at first. Then with more speed and increasing aggression. The harder he slammed into her the more she pushed back into him. He didn’t move her or himself. Both remained in the same position as he fucked her more powerfully with each push. She moaned into the pillow leaving spots of saliva all over it. He sank his teeth with added force into her skin when he felt himself getting close.
She could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. Her hands reached for his wrists, which were next to her head, and took a firm grip on them. She spread her legs further apart and raised her ass, inviting him, encouraging him to go deeper. He couldn’t hold back any more. With his teeth buried in the flesh of her shoulder he let out a muffled groan when he came. He emptied himself fully inside her with short, hard thrusts, his head spinning both from ecstasy and the excessive consumption of booze.
Then finally he stopped and collapsed on top of her, his body threatening to pass out from the various types of abuse he had put it through. Her face remained pressed into the now drenched pillow. After a few long moments she reached for the bedside table lamp and switched it on. The light hit him like a slap in the face. Exhausted he eventually lifted his weary head and forced himself to slowly open his blinded eyes and look at her. Then another, bigger slap.
"Oh, fuck! You’re not my wife."
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Can’t beat Hooters girls
Actually, once you have them tied like that, they’re quite easy to flog or spank or … oh.
I continue to take advantage of @starbondmedia now that I have her all tied up, groping her breasts