Holly's Bag of Toys - Sex Stories

Holly's Bag of Toys

... yourself or are we going to have to go over all that tiresome rubbish again?"

He wants her to squirm and panic, but she's played this game before. Today she isn't going to be bratty just to solicit a spanking, she's going to be a good girl, the consumate slut.

"Yes sir, everything is here and I had plenty of time in this loved suite to get ready." She can't help sounding that little bit bratty.

"Good good. I did actually have to go out to meetings this afternoon and deal with enough fuckups, I've not time for you to be forgetting things and not paying attention. Now, stand up, lets have a look at you!"

She stands and adjusts her position. Shoulders square, back straight, feet neatly together, hands behind her back, she looks up into his face as he pointedly looks her up and down, inspecting her. It's obvious he likes what he seems.

Under that coat she had a pair of trousers, now folded and put away, but otherwise she's dressed as she'd driven here. The boots lift her a few inches. The anklet is subtle but the gold "slut" tag hanging off it is not. Her legs are bare and run up to her well shaped arse. She's not wearing any knickers. A dark blue corset trims her wait in and shows off her tits. Her neck is bare, because she knows he will collar her and she's left her hair down to help maintain the innocent look, rather than tieing it back into a fuck handle of a pony tail.

"I see you've dressed for the occation. Did you drive over in all that slut wear or did ...

... you come dressed as a respectable wife and mother and get changed once you got here?"

"I did wear a pair of trosaurs, but other than that, I came dressed like this." She can't help sounding proud and biting her lip a little.

"No jumper? Just that tan coat of yours to cover up all this lingerie?" She knows that he knows that she loves hiding in plain sight in public.

"No jumper"

"Good girl. Now, lets see what else you've brought in that old kit bag of yours."

He turns her to face the bed, standing close behind her and she unzips the bag.

"Don't just empty it out in a big heap you messy bitch, take things out one at al time and tell me about them."

She knows what this game is, he's going to try and embarrase her, make her confess and build up the tension until he's straining against his boxers and she's melting into a puddle in front of him.

She reaches into the bag, carefully lifting out her collar and holding it up in front of her.

"And what's this then?" He asks, like he's never seen it before.

"It's my posture collar sir. It's much taller and stiffer than my usual collar so it keeps my head up makes it difficult to move." She explains, orientating the collar so it's the right way up and then offering it to him. She chose it first, suspecting what is going to happen.

"Well that is very pretty. I rather enjoy your bare neck, it's so much easier to wrap my hands around, but maybe you'd prefer this leather thing squeezing you instead?"

"I do ...