Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... punishment will be swift and severe," he added.

"I understand, Master," I said.

"I expect you to arrive at my place at exactly seven tomorrow night. If you are early or late, you WILL be punished," he said, accentuating the word' will. '

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"I'm finished with you, slave," Jerry said before hanging up his phone.

I sat back in my chair and thought about what I had just agreed to. This whole dominant, submissive thing seemed like a kinky role-play scenario, but role-play was something I wanted to explore, so I'd jump in head first Monday evening with him.

I'd have to go shopping on Monday morning since I would need seamed stockings and a garter plus a leather bra and thong. I guess I'll visit Julie and see if she carries a little more kinky lingerie.

I was sitting in the kitchen when Paul arrived home a little after six.

"How was your golfing?" I asked as he sat down across the table.

Paul smiled and said, "I hit 'em pretty well, shot a two-over-par seventy-four, but my partner Steve shot an eighty-six, and we lost the match by five shots."

"I assume he's normally a better golfer than that," I remarked.

"Sure is, but today, he seemed distracted. It was almost like he had something or someone on his mind," Paul answered.

"Everyone has an off day now and again," I replied.

"True, but I got the impression he wanted to tell me something," Paul answered.

I was relieved that Stephen didn't tell him what was on his ...

... mind, and for the briefest moment, I thought about telling him myself why his golfing buddy was off today. I dashed those thoughts immediately.

"Did you eat, Dianna?" he asked.

I smiled at him and said, "No, and unfortunately, I didn't plan for dinner."

"Wanna order pizza?" Paul suggested.

"Sure, how does mushroom and pepperoni sound?" I replied.

Paul nodded yes and said, "I'll call The Hut."

"Sounds good. Give me a shout when it's here. I'm gonna go upstairs while we wait," I said.

Before I could leave the kitchen, Paul asked, "So, how's your swinger thing going?"

"Okay, I guess," I answered, not wanting to go into any details.

"Have you seen any new men?" Paul asked.

I lied to him, saying, "Not recently, but I have a date tomorrow night."

It was clear that Paul wanted to know who I was seeing as he asked, "A new guy?"

"No, I'm meeting with Jerry again," I answered.

He giggled, then said, "The slick talker you met at O'Neil's."

"Yep," I answered.

"Are you gonna get some pictures of his uncut cock between your lips?" He smugly asked.

"Perhaps," I said, knowing that photos wouldn't be something my Master would be interested in taking.

Paul just smiled, thinking he'd be able to see the second batch of me sucking a big, hard cock.

"You better call for the pizza, or we'll be eating at nine o'clock," I mentioned, wanting him to stop with his inquisition.

"Okay," Paul answered as I turned and headed toward the stairs.

I wanted ...