She lost a bet. She thought Biden would get over 380 electoral votes. Now she had to get beer for our apartment. This does not sound like a harsh payment, but I would have my due as an evil bastard.
She walked out of the door with narrow, precise steps. A gray pencil skirt ended just above her knees. I watched her ass sway as she kept her balance atop of four inch heels. She stopped, and turned slightly to reach back and close the door. I missed her smile as she was wearing a highland tartan face mask that covered the bottom two thirds of her face. It tented slightly in front of her mouth. She waved and headed out.
The store is only a few blocks away. She should not be out for long. I opened up phone and made sure the app controlling the vibrator stuck in her cunt was live. I checked a pattern on the phone… soon she would be receiving short, sharp pulses, long pauses, and then intermediate vibrations on her clit on a forty five second cycle.
I texted her.
A moment later, she sent back a single word: “GREEN”
I could only wait so I turned on the TV to watch a few minutes of the Chief’s game. I could only wait for her to get back.
Twenty seven minutes later, the door was open. She staggered in. A brown bag with a single six pack of Brooklyn Brown Ale was now on the kitchen table.
“How was it”
“Mhammaph MFinens” Her voice was muffled. I smiled. I kissed her forehead as I wrapped one arm around her back and pulled her close to me. The nipple clamps poked me through her sweater. I rotated my hips slightly, driving pressure into her nipples. She moaned slightly. She leaned against me as my fingers took off her mask. I slowly removed the ball gag out of her mouth. Her spit was puddling.
“Fucking hot”
“Water?”
“Yes please”
I handed a glass and she greedily sipped. As she was taking care of her needs, I dropped to my knees, and began to pull her skirt off her hips and down her legs. It puddled on the floor after she gracefully stepped out of it, one foot carefully at a time. Once she was naked below the waist, I placed my nose in her shaved crotch and inhaled her arousal heavily hanging from her now puffy lips. The twenty two inch chain that connected her two cuffed thighs was the next thing I removed. She placed her glass down and pulled her sweater over her head. All she had on was a pair of nipple clamps linked by a sixteen inch silver chain and a smile now.
“Good girl, grab a beer for yourself and bend over the back of the couch so we can watch the game together…”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jrt2x5/fetch_me_a_beer
380?!
SERIOUSLY?!
She wanted to lose.