Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

While the red welts on my ass from Jerry's flogger had disappeared, the underlining tissue was still somewhat tender. It had been four days since I explored being his submissive, four days without a word from him. I assumed he would hold to form and not contact me just as he'd done the first time we met. There were a few things I enjoyed about being his submissive; the excitement of arriving at his place dressed for sex and the unique sensation of being blindfolded, bound, and gagged all excited me. But the pain of his punishment and his demeaning reference to me being a cunt were two things I'd never want again.

"So, how's your new lifestyle treating you?" Paul asked as he sat down for dinner.

I assumed he wanted to know how my submissive adventure had gone, but as usual, Paul hardly ever asks a direct question, and I replied, "Okay, I guess."

"You don't seem very convincing," he remarked.

"What do I need to convince you I'm enjoying myself?" I asked.

"I suppose not, but you haven't ventured out for a few days. I'm wondering if the thrill has worn off," he replied.

Paul was beating around the bush; he had something he wanted to ask me but couldn't figure out how to ask.

"Paul, if you want to ask me a question, please be more direct," I answered.

"Okay, do you remember when I said I'd like to watch you fuck one of these men?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'd still like to do that," he answered.

I turned toward him, looked into his eyes, and ...

... said, "You're serious; you'd watch me and another man have sex."

"Yes, and I'm fairly certain I'd enjoy it too," he replied.

I thought for a moment and then said, "Have you ever heard the term cuckold?" I knew Paul had no idea what a cuckold was and what he'd be agreeing to if I brought a strange man into our home to fuck me.

"What's a cuck-hold?" Paul asked.

"It's cuckold, Paul, not cuck hold; there's no h in the word," I corrected him.

"Okay, so what's a cuckold?" He answered.

"You'd be my cuckold, the man who can do nothing but sit quietly and watch as I seduce another man, watch as I lick his balls and suck his cock, to get him completely hard," I explained.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Paul admitted.

"You think so? How about watching as that stranger fucks my wet cunt, or tight ass?" I asked.

"I'd enjoy seeing that, Dianna," he answered.

"What if I told you to take your measly little cock out and jerk off while I'm being fucked silly?" I suggested.

Paul paused momentarily but reluctantly answered, "I'd do that."

I decided to test him to see how much he'd agree to. "What if that stranger with a big hard cock isn't exactly a stranger," I said.

Paul seemed a little confused.

"What if the man who comes here to fuck me is someone you already know?" I asked.

"I don't understand," he replied.

To give him an understanding, I picked up my cell, opened the saved images, and scrolled to the one of me, taking Stephen's big rock-hard cock deep ...