The date planner (part 3)

Part 3

The car droned to a stop and the motor shut off. The car door opened and I felt the cool rush of air hit my open exposed pussy. “You may let go and take my hand”. I nodded and put my slippery fingers in his hand as he lifted me from the seat and led me away from the car. I heard a door open and shut again behind me. My hand was dropped and I could feel his footsteps walk behind me. Suddenly his hands were on the top of my dress and the zipper was whooshing down my back. He lifted up and over my shoulders and I felt the dress hit the floor at my feet. I was completely naked except my red heels, my red jeweled plug and what was left of my red lipstick. The blindfold was removed and I was standing in a dimly lit room. It was a dungeon room, complete with padded benches, chairs with shackles and a large wooden X on the wall. I had seen them in movies. There were racks of whips, floggers, plugs and various toys on the walls. Where the fuck was I at. “Were you instructed to obey me as you would your Sir?” came the voice behind me. “Yes Master Grant”. I kept my bratty inner voice to myself and felt like it would only get me in some real trouble here. “Kneel on the bench in front of you, with your face down and your ass exposed to me. Open your legs so I can see the red jewel you were given”. I did as I was told.

My heart was beating in my ears, my pussy and my ass. I was mortified. He walked up behind me and tapped the jewel several times. His open hand came down hard on my ass. “Count them for me” I was instructed. “One Master Grant” I managed to squeak out. It sounded so strange coming out of my mouth. I counted with each blow that seemed to come down harder and with more force. By the time I got to 10 I thought I might pass out. I understood why my mascara was waterproof. Tears were running down my cheeks. “Your ass now matches your shoes. What a pretty shade. Whore red suits you.” I felt my face growing hot again. Still bent over with my now on fire ass in the air I felt a foreign cock pressing behind me. I had not heard him take his pants off but he must have during the spanking. I felt ashamed. It felt wrong. This was not my Sir. Grant grabbed my nipples from underneath and pulled me back toward him slamming his cock into my throbbing pussy. It was almost too much. The very large plug that had been taking up my ass for hours now felt like it was going to explode through me. I could feel myself being pulled apart. I started to try and squirm away but I had nowhere to go. He held me firmly in place while he assaulted my pussy. My head was spinning and I could feel an orgasm building. About that time he let go of my right nipple and placed his thumb squarely on my clit. “Cum slut, cum on my cock so you can clean it off”. I felt the walls between my pussy and ass explode and thought the giant plug was going to come shooting out. He had thrust himself forward until he was buried to the hilt inside of me and was holding the plug with the weight of his body.

As quickly as the orgasm came, he pulled out of me, leaving me partially empty and had spun around to my face. He grabbed my throat and lifted me up just enough to be level with his cock. I could see my cum swirled around it and caked at it’s large base. He forced himself in my mouth and impaled my throat. I immediately started to gag. I could hear him laughing. “That’s what sluts do. They come on strangers cocks and they get to clean it off. So clean it off slut.” I held out my tongue and tried to start licking. He made it almost impossible. Everytime I would get my tongue moved he would grab my face and thrust himself down my throat again. I was trying to get my mouth open to either side and felt like I was gasping to breath through my nose. I could feel ropes of saliva running off my chin and tears streaming down my face. He pulled my face off of him and holding me by my chin and throat, he held my gaze and shook his head. “Such a cock tease you are. What will your husband say? Does he know his wife is such a whore? Let’s send him home with a reminder shall we?”. I wanted to hang my head, run away. My face was red, my ass was red and I was covered in my own cum. He dropped my face and walked behind me again. He pulled me backwards towards him and started working the plug out of my ass. What the hell is he doing. “Oh no, no please”….I was begging and at this point I couldn’t even tell if it was out loud or in my head. He had a huge cock and now I started to understand why the plug I was wearing was larger than what I was accustomed to. He poured lube around the plug and moved it in and out. I could already feel another orgasm building and my legs were shaking. I was right on the edge and he pulled the plug out and I could feel the throbbing head of his cock pushing at my ass. I continued to beg. I tried to crawl forward and he just used the momentum to pull me backward. I could feel my ass burning as he pushed himself in with one thrust. He left his cock there as I exploded around it. It was apparently enough to tip him over the edge because I could feel him pulsating as he came deep in my ass. He pulled slowly out of me and before my ass could grow accustomed to the empty gape he left I felt the plug pushing back in. “That’s for your husband” he laughed. “Tell it’s lube for his whore. Do you understand?” and his brought his hand down again on my ass checks. I squealed. “I asked you a question. Do you understand?”. “Yes Master Grant.” I replied, almost sick to my stomach at the thought. “Good girl, now get dressed so I can take you back. You have a date for dinner.” I wasn’t sure how I was going to compose myself to sit down and eat but I got dressed and did as I was told. I expected him to lead me back out to the car, but instead he led me through another door in what I thought was the house. After walking through several dark hallways, he pushed open a door to a kitchen and led me through it and out into the bar. It was the bar I had started in. Several people were sitting there and started applauding as I walked through. My face reddened again and the bartender slid a whisky sour towards the chair I was standing in front of. “Complements of the gentleman at the end of the bar”. I looked up to meet my husband’s wicked stare. My Sir. He grinned. “You’re late. Why don’t you come tell me about what took you so long.” 

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