Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating - Sex Stories

Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating

Anyone reading the Forums knows I have a sub whom I call Elyse in private. This is a view of how we live and interact, an evening out to dinner followed by 'play time', novelized from an actual evening that occurred recently. Some of the finer details and conversation may be slightly embellished, but the main events in the story are true. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'm working on a troublesome part of something for a client when I hear the front door open then close again. A glance at the taskbar clock and I grin. A moment later Elyse comes into the office that I've converted the second bedroom into and stands in front of the desk, feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind her. I finish my immediate issue then look up from my monitor at her. Knee length skirt over stockings and pumps with a contrasting blouse highlight her curves. The black-lace choker with a cameo makes me smile more, it's her public collar and she even wears it to work. "So?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. She blushes slightly and says, "All day Sir." I turn off my monitor, enough work for one day. Besides, we have dinner reservations. I go over to her and she stays in her position. "Such a good girl you are Elyse." "Thank you Sir." I put a hand behind her neck and give her a short but hard kiss. "Shower and we can take that out. As ...

... much as I'd like you to keep it in, wouldn't be wise." "As Sir wishes," she breathes. We go into the master suite and she helps me undress. I may work from home but I occasionally have unscheduled vid-conferences and it wouldn't be prudent to wear a T-shirt during those. So every day I wear shirt and tie. Once I'm naked, I help her. Skirt and blouse come off showing thigh-high holdups, a lace demi-bra but no panties. The bra is removed, freeing her lovely breasts then her pumps come off and I kneel to roll her stockings down. I check to see how wet she is before starting on that, to a soft moan from her. She's almost dripping and a glance up at her gets a slight shrug in return. "So how come your skirt wasn't stained?" I ask. Her blush deepens. "I had to dump my basket before I left Sir. It was full of...damp tissues." I snicker and she giggles slightly. The stockings are carefully removed then I stand back up, tossing them on the dresser. "Lets get you emptied and cleaned up," I wink at her. Her lower lip gets caught in her teeth and she smiles, then follows me to the bath. She warms the shower before I step in. My hand goes down her back and she spreads her legs. I ease the plug out of her ass and grin when the off-white cream follows it. "Very good girl," I croon into her ear, handing her the toy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ...