The Party Gift - Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 4

... receiving it. After all, it is her responsibility. A Mistress must love and care for her submissive like as if she were her baby. After cleaning our plates and draining our juice and milk, we asked for two fresh cups of coffee as our originals had gone ice cold from never having been touched. Once the waitress was gone, Deanna then excused herself to go to the ladies room. I watched that gorgeous body saunter away across the completely empty dining room and as soon as she was out of sight, I turned my head and stared out the window into the dark and peaceful night. As I reveled in the replete of a full tummy, I also reveled in the replete of being so deeply in love and of being so deeply loved in return. Everything was right with the world. Then suddenly, as if in a nightmare, his refection appeared in the window. My head shot around and there he was! Yes, I mean the son of a bitch who beat the shit out of me and threw me down the stairs last Christmas Eve because he didn’t like the dress I’d chosen to wear to Midnight Mass. His name is Kyle, and at that moment, he stood menacingly beside the table. I could clearly see that he was drunk, which I found very strange and extremely disconcerting because he had always considered the imbibing of alcohol an abomination to the Lord. His words exactly. “What the fuck are you doing here Kyle,” I snapped, trying my best to sound strong and fearless when in truth my heart pounded furiously and my stomach was tying itself in knots. “I ...

... might ask you the same thing, but then I already know,” he slurred. “So not only are you a temptress and a harlot, but you are now lying with a woman as you should a man. It is an abomination to the Lord.” “Well if I remember correctly, the Lord isn’t exactly fond of drunken assholes either,” I snapped. Before I even knew what happened, Kyle seized my throat with his left hand and covered my mouth with his right; all with lightning speed. I could just barely breathe and the stench on his hands was so horrid that it was about to bring my meal back up. The weight of his body was pinning me into the seatback of the booth and by now I was so incredibly terrified that I couldn’t move a muscle even if I had been physically able. His face was just inches from mine and the look in his eyes was that of pure evil. He was breathing deep, fast and full of fury. Then instantly, his eyes bulged wider than saucers. The expression on his face went from that of hate to that of sheer panic while his eyes filled with terror. His grip around my neck released at the very instant as his other hand slipped off my mouth. He completely stopped breathing and his body was suddenly contorted at a bizarre angle. It appeared that he had somehow been instantaneously paralyzed. And that is exactly what had happened. Kyle’s body rose up, off and away from me yet he remained completely immobilized. The terror in his eyes now covered all of his face. He could not speak nor breathe nor move his arms, hands or ...