Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... good. That's good. As you mentioned Kay, guests of this house always seem to be leaving a mess. But the floor's clean, as you say, so its lucky 'cause the loser, that's both of you as I mentioned, the loser will be licking up the mess. And to my credit I gotta note I was the cause of only a small part of the mess and really that's all your fault anyway for being such sluts in public. Whereas you two, good lord! you two musta been raised in a mud hut with no manners whatsoever. Look at that mess you caused squirtin' girl juice every which way. It's not gonna clean itself. So you two can start by both of you cleaning up my small contribution there - wait.

"Uh Kay, yeah honey. Crawl over here. Yeah that's right. Yep raise up here: gotta a little gob there on your shiny leather hood. There. Got it. Now lick it clean. That's good. Ooops, a little more right here. Yep, good, lick it good. Okay, now you Claire... Yep, stay still. There. Got it. Open up. Now suck 'em clean. Good girl.

"Okay, where was I. Right, you finish cleaning up the bit o' my load left there and then you're each to clean up the puddle left by the other. Let's get those brushes off and you two get busy to lickin' so the gentlemen and I can discuss your punishment for being tricksy."

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Mr. Lester was ensconced in his office. Summer was the big push time for completing his dissertation. At the same time, it was down time for both Claire and Kay, since neither had to go to school. However, rather ...

... than suffering from his preoccupation with academic matters, both Claire and Mrs. Lester were "enjoying" profound enslavement. Neither had worn clothes in days. Or rather, they'd grown accustomed to wearing only their leather hoods with chains manacling their throats, wrists, waists and ankles.

Claire's life had changed rather dramatically since Mr. Lester had uncovered existence of her personality Splinter. That first weekend spent confronting her dissociative behavior had progressed into a behavior modification routine designed by Mr. Lester. The goal of course was to "unwind" the manic qualities of the Splinter, to reassure it that Claire was in no danger of sexual deprivation any longer and that the psychic drain of its vigilance could be redeployed in areas more consonant with Claire's otherwise submissive nature. She came to recognize the constant background pressure that obsessed on whether she was going to get fucked enough. She'd always known that after seven days or so the need became compulsive. But she began to realize how the pressure exerted influence even a day or two after being used. Rather than letting herself sink completely into submissive acceptance of whatever her sexual partners desired of her, she began to recognize in her behavior a subtle insistence on achieving her own sexual agenda. The awareness did little to change what was demanded of her. But increasingly she was finding her greatest satisfaction not in her orgasms, but in her surrender to ...