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Part Time Wife 2

... enjoy getting to know them, Cecilia, just like you got to know me. But that's going to wait till tomorrow night. I have plans for tonight for just you and me.

To quote a famous philosopher, “Boy, howdy did he!”

After dinner, we returned to his room, where there were unlit candles placed around the room. I hesitated when I saw the bondage stuff. Justin and I hadn’t ever done bondage, even mild bondage, so it was a surprise that the bed had the blankets pulled down, and I saw cuffs and rope already set up, together with a blindfold.

“I’m not into pain.” was the first thing I said. “Um, Dawson, um, I don’t think so." The last came after I felt my tits tighten in anticipation. “Are you?” I asked.

He held me, saying, “No, not pain. But just a touch of feeling, sensation. I won’t hurt you; I will just make you tingle. Make you aware of being alive. Trust me.”

I can’t move. Is this something I want to feel? I‘ve enjoyed submitting to him; will I enjoy the restraint he’s offering? Are those whips on the table? Dawson, what are you offering me? Restraint, and what? Is it pain, or is it different from pain? I seem to want it.

“Dawson, I trust you. I do. Please, if you can make me feel. God.”

“I want to submit to you.” My need to submit overcame any doubts I had. My needs controlled me, so I said, “Dawson, I can’t stop you. I don’t want to stop you. I need to submit to you. Dawson, yes, just do it. Do it to me.”

I kneeled in front of him, saying, "Last night, ...

... while you were fucking my tits, I realized I wanted to be your white whore. Damn it, yes, you're whore. I can't believe it, but that's what I want.

I undid his trousers, pulled his cock out, and rubbed the tip on my face. Yes, it was leaking on me.

“You said you wanted to be my white whore?" He said, "I have a present for you. If you promise to wear it as long as you’re in San Jose. It’s my ownership collar necklace. You can take it back home for your husband; no, he’s your cuckold, isn’t he your cuckold?"

He smiled, again saying, “Your cuck can take it off at home; if you want it, that is.”

I took it, trying to decide if I could do it, at the work meetings here. It was a solid band with an ownership ring on it. Would this be too much? It might stop Tom Henry from hitting on me, maybe. Hell, my wedding ring doesn’t slow him down.

Is this the submission I need? “Dawson, you want to own me while I’m here? Sexually, right? That’s all?”

I’m hesitating, but I know I’ll submit. Does he have a chain to attach to the ‘O’ ring?

His hands went into my hair and pulled me up to kiss me while saying, “We both know that I already do. Don’t we? This is so other people know. I want you to wear this. You want me to own you. You’ll do what I want. So, get on the bed so I can restrain you and make you come.”

I put on the necklace and lay down on the bed before blurting, “Tie me down, and then … and then I want a picture I can send to Justin.”

Did I say that? A picture? I ...