Daytime Diversion - Sex Stories

Daytime Diversion

... no sound. Some well placed tissues make sure no liquid gives me away. I slowly pull out of him and climb off the table. I pick up the smaller paddle and whack him gently across his ass. I release his bonds one by one, and he collapses to the table for a few moments, then he rises and gets off of it to stand unsteadily. "Are you okay?" I ask with genuine concern. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine...sorry about the mess." he mutters. "No worries," I say with a smile, "cleanup is all part of the service." "Damn...that was...incredible, you've got...a mean streak that's amazing. Well worth my five hundred dollars. Worth every fucking penny." "You do say the sweetest things. It's always a pleasure." "Ah, I do need a little cleanup." "Bathrooms right there, need a towel for the shower?" "Sure. Thanks." I give him a luxurious, five star hotel quality towel and in he goes. Some ten minutes later he comes out and puts his clothes back on. He opens his wallet and hands me another hundred dollar bill. "Tip, that was great." I smile. "Thank you! I had fun myself." He makes a polite goodbye and leaves. I spend some 20 minutes cleaning and sanitizing my toys. Tomorrow I'll take the time to clean my leather properly, but now, I have other things to do. I climb the stairs out of the storm cellar where my dungeon resides and lock it carefully. Into the house I go with a bland looking bathrobe over my outfit so no one can see anything. Once in the house I put my outfit away and take a quick shower. I do ...

... take the time to masturbate and have a lovely orgasm as I dream of someone far different than my most recent victim. Afterwards It's a nice pale blue sundress and some comfortable sandals, a fairly tame pair of panties and bra and I"m ready for the rest of my day. Some two hours later a very handsome man enters my front door and I kiss him with passion, also taking the time to kiss my darling little girls. We chat about their day and I tell them to wash up as dinner's almost ready. My husband's already washed up and puts his arms around me as I stand in front of the stove, stirring the pot of spaghetti. "So how was your day, sweetie?" he asks. "Oh, nothing too fancy, a few brochures, a nice business card and a banner for a hardware store. The graphic design business is never all that exciting. You know that." "Then why won't you let me into the cellar/studio if it's so boring?" "Oh, I've told you, it's my space, and it's just how I want it, we've always respected each other's privacy. You don't go in my studio, I don't go in your man cave. Fair's fair. Besides, the money's been very helpful, hasn't it?" "True, too true, a little extra money never hurts towards the ol' dream house and eventual retirement. I guess that's fine." He kisses me again and goes to help the kids finish setting up the dinner table. Yes, a little money towards the dreamhouse and early retirement. He doesn't know that it'll come much earlier, but I'll spring that surprise when the time's right. Later that ...