Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... treatment." Looking at her husband, I asked, "Do you want to hold my leash?" Master holding it up to him, Master said, "Your lady could use some discipline." She huffed, said some indistinguishable insults, and dragged her husband away.

We received some disparaging looks from passersby, but no one said anything to us until a young couple asked to join us.

Master waved his hand, indicating they should sit, and asked, "Sit, you seem to have questions, what would you like to know?"

The young man asked, "Why do you have her on a leash?"

Master answered, "All pets must be on a leash in the park."

The young woman, looking at me, asked, "Aren't you embarrassed?" I sat silently eating, I'd not been given permission to speak.

Master said, "Pet, answer the woman."

I said, "I crave order and discipline." "My life is filled with duty, responsibility, care and love." Then I asked, "Can you say the same for your life?"

After they figured out that I wasn't being abused, they talked to Master about me, our relationship, the hows of living this lifestyle.

We had finished eating, and as I was cleaning up after us, they sat with us, her watching me, him talking to Master.

We decided to leave when we saw a police car slowly patrolling the park. I don't want to get Master hassled by the authorities. What we were doing wasn't illegal, but outside societies norms.

Master said his goodbyes to the couple, picked up my leash and led me to his car. Opening the car ...

... door, Master helped me sit down, he handed me my leash, turned to his side of the car, and we drove home.

As we were walking in his home, I was pulling the sun dress over my head, kicking off the sandles, returning to my nakedness required when in his house.

That evening, Master used me, much to my enjoyment. Master bent me over the dining room table, pushing my legs apart with his feet, he started rubbing my pussy with his fingers, resting his other hand on my back. He slipped a finger between my sore vulva lips, feeling the walls of my pussy, driving me towards an orgasm. After he ensured I was wet enough, I always am, he withdrew his finger. I heard him unzipping his pants, then his cock head was rubbing my vulva lips, slowly up and down, forcing a moan escape from my mouth. Master started pushing his cock into me, filling me with desire, filling my pussy. Wanting him to fuck me I pushed back on his cock. My action disappointed him, slapping my buttocks he said, "Slave, don't move." He started slowly slipping his cock in and out of me, pulling all the way out, then pushing back in. Once he started thrusting into me harder, I squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles, trying to clamp down on his cock, increasing both our sensations. He fucked me, driving me into the table, making the table lags squeak against the floor. He fucked me for about six minutes, then said, "Slave, don't cum until I do." I couldn't utter any words, concentrating on increasing his pleasure. His ...