Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... to know more about Jerry's kinky fetish, so I searched for BSDM. That returned hundreds of pages dealing with the topic. After reading excerpts from several, I clicked on images to see what I may be in for Monday night. Most depicted women who appeared to be in pain, either from being flogged or bound so tightly that they couldn't move. One photo that caught my attention was of a woman bound to an inversion table, her hair dangling toward the floor, and her Master mouth fucking her so profoundly that the flesh on her neck bulged noticeably.

"Want some pizza?" Paul said, startling me.

Before I could minimize the page, he looked at the image on my computer.

As he approached from behind, Paul said, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing really; I was just surfing the web," I said, trying to convince him that the image I was studying was something I'd found by chance.

He placed a plate holding two slices on the corner of my desk, grabbed the chair from my sewing table, and sat next to me.

I turned a little toward him and gave him my best what now expression.

"You know, Dianna, this whole swinging thing is bad enough, but bondage is way too much," he said.

"For you, perhaps, but I like the thought of exploring submissiveness," I answered.

He shook his head before saying, "So you want to be bound, gagged, and then fucked silly."

"I said exploring being a submissive, not letting it take over completely," I answered.

Paul stood up, and ...

... before leaving, he said, "And, I suppose this slick talker Jerry has you convinced you'll enjoy being his submissive?"

"Perhaps," I answered.

He stopped in the doorway, turned back toward me, and said, "He's going to hurt you, Dianna."

I just grinned at him. If he only knew that was what I was most looking forward to, he'd understand my interest in BSDM.

I walked across the room and quietly closed the door, then returned to my computer and enlarged the screen to study the photo again. The woman was clearly in some discomfort; her lips stretched nearly to the point of tearing, and the massive bulge in her throat led me to believe the dominant Master was very well-hung. My excitement for Monday grew with each passing moment.

Paul and I didn't speak again; the following day, after he had left for work, I came downstairs. I needed to find the lingerie my master required, and after getting dressed, I headed out to shop for what I knew would please him.

The seamed stockings, garter, and stilettos were easy to find, but the leather bra and thong set took forever. If I had more time, I could have shopped online and had the items shipped for free.

I spread my purchases out on my bed, wondering what I'd wear over the top of the kinky lingerie my master demanded. Jerry hadn't instructed me on what I should wear when I arrived; he couldn't expect me to show up wearing just the lingerie, but if I didn't, he'd have a reason to punish me the instant I walked into his place. ...