Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... thing about Richard is, well, as you certainly know, he really gets off on control, right? He knew my masochism was deeper than his sadism and I was just sort of keeping it under control because, well, you know, we were married and all that.

"Well one day he had me tied up on the spanking bench. And I was blindfolded and sucking on a penis gag. He caned my ass, you know, the "normal" amount, and he fucked me. Came in my cunt. But he didn't let me cum. You know, he does that; likes to keep you begging for more? Well OK. No biggee. But then, just after he pulls out, he's talking to someone. He's saying: 'OK, she's nice and warmed up. Then he came around front, used my hair to pull my head up, right? and he says, 'Kay? You have my permission to cum but only whenever this gentleman tells you to. Enjoy. Oh, and I don't believe you'll be needing a safe word. I'll be in the study. Again, I emphasize that I want you to enjoy my gift.'

"I nearly shit. I mean, there I am. Got no idea who's there. Can't say anything. Can't move. Can't see. I've got cum dripping down my legs. My cunt's wide the fuck open. I'm in shock. I'm blushing. I'm like... Shit! I don't know what I doing! Freaking the fuck out! But oh my god, I was so fucking turned on!. My husband had just given me to a stranger who was, I was pretty sure, just about to beat the snot out of me and fuck me. One of the best all time fucks of my life to this day, by the way.

"The guy - and to this day Master has not told me ...

... who it was - but I mean that guy fuckingdestroyed me! He beat my ass til it bled. Same with my back. I couldn't sit more than a few minutes at a time the next few days. Had Band-aids ALL over my ass and back. Andmy god he fucked me! My cunt, my ass! He beat me, fucked me, beat me, and fucked me some more. Must have gone on for nearly two hours.

"And then it was over. When he'd cum a second time it just stopped. I kinda heard him leave, you know; thought maybe he went to get a drink or something. But then I was just hanging there on the bench, all wrung out, snot dripping onto the floor, cum running out my cunt and my ass. My whole body was buzzing and I was just too whipped out to think much. Then Master came in with a warm towel. Cleaned me up, untied me and put me in bed. But he left the gag on all night.

"The next morning... God the next morning! I'm like a zombie. I mean I could hardly think. I'm all sore. I mean everywhere down there felt used and abused, inside and out if you get the drift. Master wakes me up. He's rubbing my hair and he's got a big old juicy Bloody Mary for me. But I'm still gagged, right? And before he gives me the drink, before he takes out the gag, he says, 'Kay, I don't want any questions and this is all I have to say about the matter.

"You consented to be my property. It's my observation that, if it weren't so unconventional, you'd be quite happy - I mean, you've got the physical and emotional capacity to be this kind of masochistic slut. ...