Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2)

... make some extra money posing naked or even having sex and I wrote down each of their names when I thought of them. Just before quitting time Laura stopped by my desk looking as radiant as ever. “I'll be at your place around seven. Answer the door wearing your cuffs and collar, nothing else except your little cage. Is that understood?” “Yes ma'am. Uh, Bobby is supposed to call me tonight sometime.” “Very well, that's acceptable,” she replied and then added, “We'll be there at seven.” “Yes ma'am, and thank you,” I answered, a slight shiver running down my spine. I felt a little uncomfortable being naked in front of Laura, my dear friend and co worker, but I also felt that I would be able to handle this. After all, I had no idea if any other people I knew had seen me naked on my website. Once I was at home I stripped down to nothing so that the line made by my pantyhose would have time to disappear before Laura got here, or Mistress Laura as I should address her tonight. At six thirty I put on my collar and then strapped on my cuffs and attached the chain between my feet. I didn't get the same feel as when Bobby had done it to me, but it still felt good. Just after I had gotten the cuffs and chains in place my phone rang and I jumped to answer it. “Hello?” “Hello, slave. What are you doing?” “Master! I'm so glad you called!” I gushed into the phone. I explained what was going to take place and Bobby approved of the entire thing providing he got to see the pictures, which I ...

... told him he would see them before I posted them to the website. Then I told him that Laura's price for taking the photos would probably be letting her slave fuck me, and he approved of that as well. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him I'd be waiting for him to arrive at the airport and I'd be dressed as he had directed. We talked for a few more minutes and then he said he had to go. At seven straight up my doorbell rang. I raced to the door and opened it, praying that it was Laura and her slave. Fortunately it was. Taking a cue from our earlier conversation, I knelt submissively before her. “Good evening, Mistress Laura.” “Well done,” she smiled and stepped through the door, her slave in tow and wearing a leather mask to cover his entire head, behind her carrying some lighting equipment. The slave placed the lights in my living room and went out to get some more. “Stand for inspection slave.” “Yes ma'am,” I answered crisply and stood. “Very nice,” she said, feeling my penis cage. Walking around behind me, she lightly ran her hand over my tenderized ass. “He certainly knows his way around a paddle. Your bruised nicely but the skin isn't broken.” “We won't bother with the clips until we're shooting. I want to capture the expression on your face when they're put in place and then again when they're removed. Now where do you suggest we set up?” “In the basement, Mistress. It's been empty and unused since my parents died.” “Sounds ideal,” she said to me and turned to address ...