Steven bent and kissed her cheek, lightly. Then the top of her head, savoring her fragrance, "Obsession", his favorite, she wore it only for him. He released his grip on her and walked across the room to his satchel. She once again bowed her head and waited. He took out the leash and walked back to her and snapped it onto the ring on her collar. Click. Laurel flinched at the sound. "Walk with me, Laurel my darling", he ordered, tugging on the leather lead. Laurel followed on her hands and knees alongside as he walked slowly into the bedroom of the suite. "Kneel", he ordered, and Laurel again resumed the position on her haunches, back upright, head bowed, palms resting on thighs. Steven placed a straight back chair two feet behind her kneeling form, and sat down, still holding the leash. He adjusted the pants of his black Armani suit and then just sat and stared at her back, admiring the tension the tight laces of the corset created on her back, how it ****** her already womanly hips to flare out dramatically. He thanked the angels that had brought her to him, as if on the very wings of kismet, such a chance meeting it was, months ago. Their needs, two sides of the same gilded coin. Seconds ticked by, then minutes, the only movement in the room that of the flickering candles and Laurel and Dan's breathing, both growing more labored as the silent time passed on.
Steven watched her back flare with every breath, her milky shoulders rise and fall as the deafening quiet of the room heated the tension within her. Finally, he spoke, softly; "Darling, tonight we give each other gifts. I give you pleasure and in return you give me your submission, wrapped tightly in a box with shiny papers and bows. Tonight we go to an intimate place, where there is only room for two. We will walk through the fire tonight, but the flames will not dare scorch you. For you will be wrapped in my arms and I promise to protect you, for you are my charge, my student. You will give me your pain and I will exchange it for strength. Shall we begin the journey through this dark night towards our dawn?" She was allowed to speak if he asked a question; "Yes, Steven, I've waited months....no.....forever, for this night. Please, take me.", her voice cracking with emotion. "And what do you say Laurel?", he questioned. "Thank you", she whispered. "And what do I own?", he asked. "You own my mouth, you own my cunt, and you own my ass", very quietly. "And finally, what else Laurel?", in a dark whisper. "You own my soul, Steven", and Laurel started to whimper, her head still bowed, as those words left her darkly painted lips.
He turned his head to the left and spoke to Laurel's husband. "So, Dan, what do you think of your slut of a wife? You may have married her, but I own her. She's mine. She's my ***** Dan. Did you know that when you're out playing your stupid golf I send her to service men all over town. She fucks and sucks strangers, she swallows their cum and brings me the money they pay her. Oh, I'm sorry Dan, not always strangers. Remember a couple of weeks ago when one of the guys from your foursome couldn't make it to the course because he wasn't feeling well? I sent Laurel to him and she made him feel better real fast. Isn't that right slut"? Laurel whispered in reply; "Yes, Master, I made him feel better". "Tell your husband how you made him feel better Deb, and stop whispering"! "First I sucked on his cock and then I let him fuck me in the ass until he came." "And what did he give you for this medical attention"? "He gave me fifty dollars". "How's that Dan? Not only is your wife a whoring slut, she's a cheap whoring slut"!, Steven laughed.
Steven stood and walked around her trembling form and stood in front of her, still grasping the leather lead. "Stand, Laurel", as he tugged on the leash, pulling her up. Laurel tried to hurry to her feet and almost fell, the 6" heels being so new to her. She was almost his height in them, and teetered for a moment as she faced him. He cupped her chin and lifted her bowed head to meet his eyes. "I love you", he whispered, gazing into her tear filled eyes. He pulled down the front of the corset ******** her small but firm breasts. Grabbing each in a hand, he squeezed them together and kissed the cleavage they formed. Pushing them together even more, he admired them, noticing that she had even rouged the aureolas, as he had taught her, like the ***** she was. "These are magnificent, darling, I could spend the whole night with them alone", as he slowly let them down, now rubbing the nipples gently with his thumbs. He took one breast, the right one, the larger of the two, in both of his hands and ****** it upward towards her face. "Stick out your tongue, darling, that's it, touch the nipple with your tongue". Laurel eagerly complied, flicking her tongue across the hard bud. Steven pushed the breast up further and spoke gently, "Suck yourself, Laurel, c'mon, lower your head, that's it, good girl, take it in your mouth and suckle yourself". Steven stretched the creamy flesh tightly as Laurel's mouth found it and she started to suck the her own teat, making all manner of slurping sounds as she went. Steven allowed this to continue for a minute or two, relishing the sight of this forty-two year old wife, mother of three and business executive, sucking her own tit, dressed like a porno starlet, as a man she didn't know four months ago held it to her painted mouth.
"That's enough", as Steven released the mound of titflesh, allowing it to fall back to join it's twin. "You're a good girl, aren't you?, he asked, smiling. "Yes, Steven, a very good girl", she smiled back at him, happy that he was pleased. Steven took the chair and turned it so that it was now facing the bound and gagged Dan, who's eyes looked like they would pop from their sockets. "Turn around, baby, and bend over, grab the seat of the chair, I need to inspect my property", he said. Laurel quickly complied, turning in her heels, planting her feet and bending at the waist, her breasts hanging in a lurid display, she was so eager to please him. Steven stood back and crossed his arms across his massive chest, admiring her. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen, but not because of the obvious display of this luscious woman in her prime. No, for Steven the eroticism came from the trust this woman placed in him. Trust that he silently swore would be redeemed again and again for her this night, this night of perfect honesty. He breathed deeply as he felt his manhood strain his worsted slacks, not being able to tear his eyes from the sight before him. Those perfect legs sheathed in the thinnest black dennier nylon, the high heels stretching the calf muscles taut, and oh, that ass! His Laurel had the most luscious ass he had ever gazed upon. And Steven smiled his wicked smile as he thought of the plans he had for that ass this dark night. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. "Look at this Dan. You have no idea how many cocks have shot their loads into this ass and cunt, do you? Black ones, white ones, big ones, even small ones like yours. Even a woman with a massive strap-on rubber cock has been inside my *****, your wife. I guess you'll be wondering now every time she leaves the office early, huh, Dan"?
Steven walked next to the chair and reached to Laurel's collar, unsnapping the leash from it's ring. Click. He doubled the leather strap in his hands and gave it a quick snap. Laurel jumped at the sound, hands grasping the sides of the chair, head down, legs slightly apart but straight. He noticed those dark legs tremble slightly. He walked back behind her and took both globes of her behind in his hands, the leash still held, doubled up, in his right. Steven bent towards her and slowly started to kiss her ass with soft kisses. Laurel sighed . He kissed and licked every inch of the smooth skin as Laurel tried her best to support herself in her bent position, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Steven then started to run his tongue slowly down the cleft of her ass, maddingly slow, as he started to spread her at the same time. Laurel started to moan softly. He worked his way down to the beginning of her womanhood and stopped there, pausing. He lingered his wet tongue there, at the bottom of her vagina. He started to open her more with his hands as his tongue again worked its way upward, now deep within the cleft of her backside. He now spread her ass cheeks to their fullest and Laurel caught her breath. She knew. Steven placed the tip of his tongue on the ring of muscle guarding her back entrance and licked her there. Laurel started to shake slightly, moaning softly, as Steven continued to lick her forbidden place. Steven then pulled her apart almost to breaking as he curled his tongue into a cylinder and started to move the very tip inside her. "Oh, my God, oh my fuckin' God!", Laurel moaned. Steven upon hearing her words immediately stopped his defilement of her, stood quickly and bringing his right hand far over his head, rapidly brought the doubled over leather leash hard against her ass flesh......THWACK!.......it again whistled through the air......THWACK!.......again, harder........THWACK! Laurel jerked forward as the unexpected blows stung her, but managed to still hold herself upright, still grasping the seat of the chair. She knew she needed to concentrate, to savor this moment, for the first time in her life feeling the pleasure of pain. "Don't we have rules, Laurel? You don't speak until spoken too, correct?", Steven spoke calmly. "Yes, Steven, I'm so sorry, please forgive me", her voice quivering as the welts began to rise on her backside. "Of course I forgive you, darling, this is all so new to you", as Steven bent once again and began to softly kiss and lick the bruised area of Laurel's extraordinary behind.
Steven watched her back flare with every breath, her milky shoulders rise and fall as the deafening quiet of the room heated the tension within her. Finally, he spoke, softly; "Darling, tonight we give each other gifts. I give you pleasure and in return you give me your submission, wrapped tightly in a box with shiny papers and bows. Tonight we go to an intimate place, where there is only room for two. We will walk through the fire tonight, but the flames will not dare scorch you. For you will be wrapped in my arms and I promise to protect you, for you are my charge, my student. You will give me your pain and I will exchange it for strength. Shall we begin the journey through this dark night towards our dawn?" She was allowed to speak if he asked a question; "Yes, Steven, I've waited months....no.....forever, for this night. Please, take me.", her voice cracking with emotion. "And what do you say Laurel?", he questioned. "Thank you", she whispered. "And what do I own?", he asked. "You own my mouth, you own my cunt, and you own my ass", very quietly. "And finally, what else Laurel?", in a dark whisper. "You own my soul, Steven", and Laurel started to whimper, her head still bowed, as those words left her darkly painted lips.
He turned his head to the left and spoke to Laurel's husband. "So, Dan, what do you think of your slut of a wife? You may have married her, but I own her. She's mine. She's my ***** Dan. Did you know that when you're out playing your stupid golf I send her to service men all over town. She fucks and sucks strangers, she swallows their cum and brings me the money they pay her. Oh, I'm sorry Dan, not always strangers. Remember a couple of weeks ago when one of the guys from your foursome couldn't make it to the course because he wasn't feeling well? I sent Laurel to him and she made him feel better real fast. Isn't that right slut"? Laurel whispered in reply; "Yes, Master, I made him feel better". "Tell your husband how you made him feel better Deb, and stop whispering"! "First I sucked on his cock and then I let him fuck me in the ass until he came." "And what did he give you for this medical attention"? "He gave me fifty dollars". "How's that Dan? Not only is your wife a whoring slut, she's a cheap whoring slut"!, Steven laughed.
Steven stood and walked around her trembling form and stood in front of her, still grasping the leather lead. "Stand, Laurel", as he tugged on the leash, pulling her up. Laurel tried to hurry to her feet and almost fell, the 6" heels being so new to her. She was almost his height in them, and teetered for a moment as she faced him. He cupped her chin and lifted her bowed head to meet his eyes. "I love you", he whispered, gazing into her tear filled eyes. He pulled down the front of the corset ******** her small but firm breasts. Grabbing each in a hand, he squeezed them together and kissed the cleavage they formed. Pushing them together even more, he admired them, noticing that she had even rouged the aureolas, as he had taught her, like the ***** she was. "These are magnificent, darling, I could spend the whole night with them alone", as he slowly let them down, now rubbing the nipples gently with his thumbs. He took one breast, the right one, the larger of the two, in both of his hands and ****** it upward towards her face. "Stick out your tongue, darling, that's it, touch the nipple with your tongue". Laurel eagerly complied, flicking her tongue across the hard bud. Steven pushed the breast up further and spoke gently, "Suck yourself, Laurel, c'mon, lower your head, that's it, good girl, take it in your mouth and suckle yourself". Steven stretched the creamy flesh tightly as Laurel's mouth found it and she started to suck the her own teat, making all manner of slurping sounds as she went. Steven allowed this to continue for a minute or two, relishing the sight of this forty-two year old wife, mother of three and business executive, sucking her own tit, dressed like a porno starlet, as a man she didn't know four months ago held it to her painted mouth.
"That's enough", as Steven released the mound of titflesh, allowing it to fall back to join it's twin. "You're a good girl, aren't you?, he asked, smiling. "Yes, Steven, a very good girl", she smiled back at him, happy that he was pleased. Steven took the chair and turned it so that it was now facing the bound and gagged Dan, who's eyes looked like they would pop from their sockets. "Turn around, baby, and bend over, grab the seat of the chair, I need to inspect my property", he said. Laurel quickly complied, turning in her heels, planting her feet and bending at the waist, her breasts hanging in a lurid display, she was so eager to please him. Steven stood back and crossed his arms across his massive chest, admiring her. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen, but not because of the obvious display of this luscious woman in her prime. No, for Steven the eroticism came from the trust this woman placed in him. Trust that he silently swore would be redeemed again and again for her this night, this night of perfect honesty. He breathed deeply as he felt his manhood strain his worsted slacks, not being able to tear his eyes from the sight before him. Those perfect legs sheathed in the thinnest black dennier nylon, the high heels stretching the calf muscles taut, and oh, that ass! His Laurel had the most luscious ass he had ever gazed upon. And Steven smiled his wicked smile as he thought of the plans he had for that ass this dark night. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. "Look at this Dan. You have no idea how many cocks have shot their loads into this ass and cunt, do you? Black ones, white ones, big ones, even small ones like yours. Even a woman with a massive strap-on rubber cock has been inside my *****, your wife. I guess you'll be wondering now every time she leaves the office early, huh, Dan"?
Steven walked next to the chair and reached to Laurel's collar, unsnapping the leash from it's ring. Click. He doubled the leather strap in his hands and gave it a quick snap. Laurel jumped at the sound, hands grasping the sides of the chair, head down, legs slightly apart but straight. He noticed those dark legs tremble slightly. He walked back behind her and took both globes of her behind in his hands, the leash still held, doubled up, in his right. Steven bent towards her and slowly started to kiss her ass with soft kisses. Laurel sighed . He kissed and licked every inch of the smooth skin as Laurel tried her best to support herself in her bent position, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Steven then started to run his tongue slowly down the cleft of her ass, maddingly slow, as he started to spread her at the same time. Laurel started to moan softly. He worked his way down to the beginning of her womanhood and stopped there, pausing. He lingered his wet tongue there, at the bottom of her vagina. He started to open her more with his hands as his tongue again worked its way upward, now deep within the cleft of her backside. He now spread her ass cheeks to their fullest and Laurel caught her breath. She knew. Steven placed the tip of his tongue on the ring of muscle guarding her back entrance and licked her there. Laurel started to shake slightly, moaning softly, as Steven continued to lick her forbidden place. Steven then pulled her apart almost to breaking as he curled his tongue into a cylinder and started to move the very tip inside her. "Oh, my God, oh my fuckin' God!", Laurel moaned. Steven upon hearing her words immediately stopped his defilement of her, stood quickly and bringing his right hand far over his head, rapidly brought the doubled over leather leash hard against her ass flesh......THWACK!.......it again whistled through the air......THWACK!.......again, harder........THWACK! Laurel jerked forward as the unexpected blows stung her, but managed to still hold herself upright, still grasping the seat of the chair. She knew she needed to concentrate, to savor this moment, for the first time in her life feeling the pleasure of pain. "Don't we have rules, Laurel? You don't speak until spoken too, correct?", Steven spoke calmly. "Yes, Steven, I'm so sorry, please forgive me", her voice quivering as the welts began to rise on her backside. "Of course I forgive you, darling, this is all so new to you", as Steven bent once again and began to softly kiss and lick the bruised area of Laurel's extraordinary behind.
