We were just going to Hang Out Part 2 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 2

... my view she must have added something else too. Laughing Jen said “I like mine sweet and black.” She handed the cup to me. As we drank coffee I told her about my bad news about JT not able to come until next week so I postpone my flight. She told that it will be ok and that it will make the reunion that much better. We had another cup of coffee. I asked, “Is this decaf?” “No, why?” Jen asked. “Just a little sleepy, must have been from not sleep to well last night.” “You still up for shopping?” “Yes, always.” “Just one more room for us to look at in the basement,” Jen said has she walked over the basement door. “My Ex had what he called a playroom downstairs.” ‘Oh that why the house reminds of her ex then’ I was thinking. The bottom of the stairs I saw that it opened up to a large work room with a lot of power tools and workbenches but over all a nice area. “Yea, I can see why he called it that.” “Oh no, this is not the room I talking about. It’s in there,” Jen stood pointing to a door in the wall at the base of the stairs. She open the door and gesture me in, it was dark with just a little light coming behind me. She came in after me letting the door close. Now in complete darkness she says, “Hold on for a second I’ll get the lights.” I hear her moving and the light blinked on like most fluorescent lighting it flicker before completely coming on. I could not believe my eye the room was set up as a dungeon. It had a one of those “X Crosses” in the corner and a strange saw ...

... horse thing in the middle of the room. In the other corner was a mat on a block style of frame that had ropes attached at various locations on it. “I know you been giving me the eye, wanting me, guess what I going to take you tonight.” Jen said, “I might decide to keep you in here if you really make me want a good bitch to serve me. I usually only take Studs but how you been flirting with me, I give you a try.” “What you talking about, I don’t know what you mean” I said as my heart started to pound. Looking to see if I could get around her to see if there a way out of the room. Then I saw it, she had a whip in her hand, it was short and it had not one but many leather strips to it. “Oh there no out for you, I know you been wanting me, well I going to show you what you want you been wanting.” Jen said. “Now turn around and put on those leather wrist binders.” I backed up. “What, you must me kidding. Come on the jokes over.” Then I felt it she actually hit me with that whip on my arm. She was holding the flail posed to strike again. “Not joking put it on your wrist, Girl. Next time it will be harder.” “Come on enough is enough! That hurt.” She hit me again with the flail as she said it was harder. “I said put on those on your wrist now, you little slut.” Yes my friend of over a year was showing a side of her that I never seen and her calling me a slut. Why is this happening, yes it true I did think she is beautiful but I never thought she was like this. I was starting to get ...