Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... His slavery was exacting and far more profound than most slaves in the community ever were compelled to experience. In Claire, his wife had something approaching an equal. Not perhaps in the realm of protocol. But the fierceness of the compulsions riding Claire, in some respects, echoed the rigor of those that rode his wife. In short: his own. To that extent, their bond was that of equals. And in the other respects, they were becoming more equal by the day. His wife's capacity for pain and submission were being matched stroke for stroke, as it were, by Claire.

While he hadn't originally considered keeping Claire as a second slave, he was becoming ruminative of the prospect. He had much to ponder the next few days. Richard manipulated the camera's joy stick to zoom in on Claire's beating.There's no way Jim gets anybody to pierce those cunt lips in the next four days. They might be......... hell, they will be far, far, far too swollen. Richard shook his head watching Claire cum, fingertips delicately spreading open the lips of her pussy, admiring Jim's skill at placing the belt to greatest effect.

The early afternoon sun felt good on Claire's bruises. Her beaten breasts were bound in a rope harness, making them stand more proud than usual. These facts were obscured beneath a dark sleeveless high neck blouse that covered the ropes where they crossed over her shoulders. Below she wore a cream-colored, full-length skirt. The material was thin and it felt to her that the rays ...

... of the sun were penetrating the flimsy material and sinking directly into the blue and purple bruises covering her ass and the backs of her thighs.If only I could lie on a beach, naked, with my legs spread so it could warm the insides of my thighs. But she wasn't really complaining. The stiffness reminded her of how the bruises were created and at the thought, her cunt moistened. She felt the lips slide deliciously and thought she would like nothing more, than more of the same this afternoon.

Something of her yearning must have been seeping into her aura she thought. She was noticing that looks from both men and women were lingering on her cunt as they approached and passed on the street.Ah shit, it's the sun. This skirt must be nearly transparent head on! Indeed, it was. Then she grinned, amused by her modesty and reminded herself again that it was Jim's responsibility, not her's that she looked like the slut she was. At the same time, she found herself... what was it she was feeling?... frustrated? Yes! She realized with surprise! She was frustrated that she couldn't dispense with the clothing entirely, and wear only her bindings, and a leash attached to Mr. Lester's collar! She wasn't simply a slut. She was a slave, dammit! With bemused indignation she found she was irked by the conventional inferences being conveyed by her "sexy" ensemble: it was simply dishonest and she was tired to death of the need to hide her true nature. These thoughts scared her a little.

She ...