Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... my stomach. His softening cock lay in my mouth, slowly withdrawing from my throat, letting me breathe again, another orgasm hit me.

I passed from consciousness to unconsciousness and back several times before the timer sounded, turning the Symbian and vibrators off. The sudden stop of the sensory overload caused me to experience another orgasm.

Master started letting the hook down as the two Sissy Slaves held me upright. They removed the wrist restraints, ripped the Velcro open, lifting me off the orgasm inducing probes. As the nubs past my anus and g-spot I had a couple more orgasms.

Master carried me to the aftercare bed, lay me on my back, kissing me, telling me how proud of me he was, as he massaged my body.

Master said, "Slave, I need to say goodbye to my friends, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Master left as my head was trying to make sense of the amount of orgasms I had. Lamenting my actions that put me in this condition. When he returned, he had a couple bottles of water, and my favorite chocolates.

I was feeling better, trying to sit up. Leaning on Master, I said, "Master, I love you." My statement was rewarded with a passionate kiss, and his own words, "I love you too, Slave."

Sunday is always a fun day, but this day, one day after my punishment, I was treated to a trip to our city park. I had made a picnic lunch, packing it in a cooler, along with some drinks.

After dressing in the clothes Master had set out for me, a cute sundress, no ...

... bra, no panties, and sandles, walked into the family room, looking for Master. I saw him waiting, with my collar and leash. I giggled as he buckled it behind my neck, clipping on the leash, I couldn't help but reach up and feel the leather, the rhinestones, the d-ring, the leash clasp. I almost orgasmed imagining the outcry we were about to cause. I'm loving it.

As we exited his car, taking my leash, holding out his hand he helped me out of his car. I could feel the eyes of the few people who'd seen us already. Disapproving eyes.

Carrying the cooler, being led by the leash in his hand, I walked, holding my head up, basking in the gift Master was bestowing on me.

We found a picnic table. I set up our lunch on a table cloth I'd packed, serving him, then myself, I stood next to the picnic table holding my hands in front of myself, waiting for his command, letting me eat.

"Slave, you may sit and eat," his command vocalized, I sat, picked at my fruit, nibbling on my sandwich, loving this man.

We were interrupted by an overweight woman dragging her husband who had a wishful look in his eyes. She yelled looking at Master, "You are an animal treating her this way." Turning her attention to me, she said, "You should be ashamed of yourself letting a man treat you like this," pointing at the leash still attached to my collar.

Master gave me a wink, his signal that I'm free to respond as I wish. "Lady, judging by your husband lustily looking at me, you'd benefit from this ...