Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 3: The BDSM Lecture - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 3: The BDSM Lecture

... deep moment of silence, then a blest and cheerful, “Okay. Stop by my place, will you?” Sofia lodges and settles in a massive house—one that is enwreathed and dressed with flowers and roses and steep, towering trees and the like. She stays here on her own with her lovely and welcoming dog, Mia, and two exquisite black cats that unpredictably and shockingly get along perfectly fine and well with the arrogant, despotic, and tyrannical mannered bitch or dog. Here, she has got a large, bulky room filled up with BDSM devices and machines and apparatus that she makes use of in tickling and gratifying herself and her lover sexually. Sincerely put, Sofia likes being the principal and protagonist character when dealing with sex, gender, and facts o f sexuality. Daisy on the unlike hand loves being the slave and submissive. As she marches into Sofia’s top secret sex room, Daisy is dressed and robed in nothing other than a man’s business suit and outfit. She looks kind of manlike and masculine in this exquisite and stainless black suit of hers; though honestly speaking some attributes and facets of hers are markedly womanly and all things girlie and delicate. Sofia following her behind is having her giant, attractive breasts nude and uncovered, and she is clothed in nothing more than an erotic and titillating design of underwear. Her velvety smooth, spongy-like bums are indubitably perceptible and noticeable behind there. She even discloses to Daisy, “You know one funny thing, my fellow ...

... bitch friend? Whenever I am having sex here with my boyfriend, I don’t dress or put on any grace of brassiere. I like having my appetizing breasts unclothed and exposed for him to straightforwardly see.” Daisy busts a gut and chuckles out at hearing this. “That is so nuts and crazy of you. Don’t you know that putting on a bra makes you bewitching and fascinating in the eyes of a man, Sofia.” “I don’t believe that, sweetie. I really and honestly don’t.” “Fine! Show me how they act out this BDSM thing of yours.” Sofia is gripping a whip that is stretched and long-drawn-out. While Sofia steps and paces about, she all of a sudden and briskly chucks it towards her feet, and once the whip has reeled and cruised alarmingly and slightly painful around both of Daisy’s feet, Sofia yanks and wrests it backwards so that her mate tumbles and topples down to the hard, rocklike floor. Daisy is amazed and thunderstruck moreover. She cannot believe her own eyes and the certainty here. Just what exactly is Sofia trying to do to her? While squirming and wriggling about helplessly on the floor, Sofia arches and bows down towards her, seizing a pair and doublet of handcuffs and foot-cuffs with which she hastily and with all speed fix and lock up on her china’s vulnerable hands and feet. Having finished this, she winds and leans down towards Daisy’s ear to breathe and say softly to her, “Welcome to the age and realm of Bondage and Discipline, Sadism and Masochism; my sweet little Daisy.” The music ...