To Catch a Sub - 009 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 009

... need to pick up some stuff."

"Like what?"

"Oh hell. Coffee, snacks, water bottles, magazines. It's a long night and I don't expect much to happen. This guy's wife thinks he is having an affair. The only thing he is making love to is a bottle of vodka. A total raving alcoholic who gets shit-faced hammered every night and ends up sleeping it off in the back seat of his car. A total fucking loser."

They went their separate ways. Tony looked at his phone and saw that he had several hours to kill before he was due home. He decided to do something he hadn't done in a long time. He drove to several of his job sites to look around and see how things were going.

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After dinner that night, the kids were down for the evening. Tony was down in the garage basement looking around. He had an idea for the enclosed basement space, but he wasn't sure exactly how to proceed with it. He was studying the way the ceiling joists and framing above the space had been built and calculating how much square footage would be usable with the enclosed area. He had to do some more research on what would be needed for the space he wanted to create.

He heard the upper door close and saw Sasha coming down the stairs.

"What are you doing down here?"

"Looking around. Planning. Thinking."

"And?"

"I'm not sure yet. I have a vague idea but nothing worth talking about now."

"Are you coming upstairs soon?"

"Right now. You got something you want to do."

"Oh. no... just sort ...

... of wanting to be with you."

He walked up behind her and slipped an arm around her waist from behind. She leaned her head against his chest.

"Let's go upstairs. You can get naked, and we can play spank and tickle."

She started to grin and then the thought of her badly bruised nipple caused her to stop.

"Not tonight. I'm tired. Let's just go to bed and snuggle."

He frowned a little but recovered.

"Absolutely."

They headed upstairs holding hands.

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The next couple of days seemed almost routine. Tony got to the office early as usual and made coffee. He spent most of the early morning hours reading. His knowledge of the subtleties of the BDSM lifestyle were becoming deeper and more understanding the more he learned from the people Angela had pointed him toward. Just before he knew Sasha was due to arrive, he opened the screen with his private chat room and waited. He was soon rewarded when she popped into the user list.

Newandwilling -- Good Morning Sir.

SensualSadist -- Good morning. How are you this morning?

Newandwilling -- I'm doing well. What is in store for this morning's lesson?

Tony knew from the monitor software that she had been visiting the video site regularly since she had been talking to SensualSadist. It appeared she was satiating her desires with the videos. Rather than playing in the chatroom. He had decided that he needed to take things up a notch. After reviewing the videos, she had been watching over the past week or ...