To Catch a Sub - 008 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 008

... had immediately logged off the internet and apparently, shut the machine down.

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Sasha sat in the kitchen chair a little stunned. She had just agreed to meet another Dominant, one who called himself SensualSadist, each morning for the same sort of sexual encounter. A sudden pang of guilt came over her again. She had that same sort of remorse that she was cheating on Anthony. Another part of her was almost screaming in anticipation. For some time, she had wondered if this was all she wanted or needed. FatherDom was certainly intense, but something seemed to be missing from the whole thing. She did get satisfaction in some sense, but it didn't seem complete. She always left after one of his sessions missing something. Now she wondered if this new person, SensualSadist could deliver the same intensity of emotion and fill the void that she couldn't quite explain.

Remembering SensualSadist's orders she got up and went to the bathroom. She found some hydrogen peroxide and carefully wiped her nipple which was still oozing a slight amount of clear liquid tinged with blood. She did notice that the nipple was very tender and was starting to bruise deeply. She bit her lip as she wiped it.

She found their old ice bag and went to the refrigerator and filled it with ice. Sitting down on the couch, she put the ice bag on her nipple and sprawled out so that the ice bag would remain in place without holding it. Sasha laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. ...

... The ice did seem to dull the aching throb that she felt in that breast. She let her mind drift.

She started to wake up and looked at her phone. It was after 2PM and she had fallen back asleep on the couch. The ice in the ice bag had melted. She looked at her breast. The bruising was quite distinct and now very dark purple. She touched her nipple and winced. Even wearing a shirt was going to cause problems. She went to the kitchen and emptied the water from the ice bag and then started to put her shirt on. Even the movement of the soft cotton t-shirt over her nipple was enough to cause her to gasp. The rest of the afternoon as she got ready for the children to come home and to prepare dinner, she was acutely aware of the movement of her breast and the touch of the shirt on her nipple. It was painful at times. She also discovered that it kept her in an almost constant state of semi-arousal. It was almost like her sensitized nipple was directly wired to her clit. Every time she felt a twinge of pain from her nipple, her clit seemed to twitch as well. It was an interesting afternoon. She couldn't seem to decide if this was a good or bad development.

She finished her chores that she had neglected early in the afternoon, just as she heard the bus honk. She knew that the house was about to be invaded by two rambunctious and hungry children. She waited for the front door to burst open, back in mom mode.

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Tony left the office shortly after lunch. The office staff had ...