Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... been driving her to intense carnal explorations her entire life.

What would happen when, for the first time, somebodycaged it?

From Claire's description, the "entity" had never been in control for very long before creating the conditions that putit back insideClaire's control. But obviously, "control' was a tenuous concept. Claire was only in "control" so long as she had sex in quantity and kind far outside any definition of "normal." Despite her misgivings, Kay believed there was a valid reason for seeing what would happen if this entity were intentionally frustrated. Dangerous ground to be sure, but their lifestyle was all about the dynamics of sexual power.

Kay did not believe that "fixing" Claire was an ethical obligation on her part, or fundamentally a desirable objective. Claire was a very happy young woman who had demonstrated remarkable strength of character and discrimination. Just because she wanted a life with lots of sex, pain and domination did not make her "broken" in Kay's estimate. Whatever this entity was, it was not a result of any early childhood trauma she could discern. She knew Claire's parents and was certain they were good people. She had only happy, normal childhood memories, aside from her precocious sexual behavior. No sinister uncles, or aunts, or cousins, babysitters or neighbors. No hint of darkness clouded her psyche, other than the long-term stress she'd managed of being found out and shamed... and "fixed."

No. Kay was as curious ...

... as her husband to see what would happen the next couple of days. She rose at his bidding and went to the couch. She opened a cardboard box and removed a leather and chain device. Claire looked over at the sound of the silky chain links slithering past one another. It was a pretty device, obviously kinky, but Claire couldn't make out just what it was.

It took a moment for Claire to make out what her Mistress was carrying back from the couch. When it registered her eyes went wide in panic.

Chastity belt! Fuck me! God no! Please!

Expecting this kind of reaction, Mr. Lester tightened his grip on her hair, arching her back and immobilizing her.

"Claire! Claire! Look at me Claire!" He slapped her again, twice. "Claire, you are a slave in my House. You will do my bidding, or you will leave for your parents immediately and we will cease all further contact, forever! Calm yourself and think very carefully.

No good, I'm losing her!

"You fucking pansy!" Mr. Lester's eyes narrowed with intense interest. "Gonna lock it up and throw away the key huh? You're fucking scared of my cunt you little pervert. Big 'ole Lord of the Manor but you've got a limp little dick you faggot! That's why you like to hit girls isn't it!? Their pussies scare you; make you lose control. Yeah, 'Control.' You're all big on controlling us cunts because we scare you, don't we!"

Claire's face was distorted with rage and contempt.

"Kay, get the cuffs would you please?" He didn't want to hurt ...