The Affair [MF]

“It’s finally happening. He’s actually coming to visit,” Kat thought to herself as she paced frantically around the apartment. Her online lover was flying to visit her. Her husband was away with the kids and they’d have the apartment alone to themselves. All the dirty stories and photos they’d exchanged had been building today. Though they’d never met in person they both knew each other’s bodies down to the dimples on Kat’s back. “Should I wear that dress he compliments so often? Or should I simply greet him naked and on my knees? Is that too forward? Can you be too forward with someone that has given you so many orgasms?” Kat pondered to herself while continuing the pick up and tidy nervously.

Then it came. The knock on the door. Matthew really was here. The fantasy had come true. Would it live up to all the build up? “Come in. The door is unlocked,” Kat called to her lover. The door creaked open slowly as Matthew skeptically peaked inside. “I’m in the bedroom dear. Lock the door behind you and come in,” her voice called seductively. A loud wooden thud answer Kat’s invitation. It was quickly followed by quick staccato steps as Matthew raced in to find the women he’d wanted so desperately to embrace.

Position Three – Part 1 [MF]

Your phone’s screen lit up the dark bedroom as you sprawled out in the bed. Reaching for it my message was direct. “I’ll be home in 5 minutes. Put in your collar, strip, have the butt plug and lube ready, and be in position three. Don’t keep me waiting.” You knew what to expect if you disobeyed me. The bruises on your plump ass had only just faded from your last transgression.

Obediently you jumped from the bed, and begun digging in the dresser nearby for your collar. The thin leather strap gripped tight to your neck so that the metal edges of its label dug into your skin. “Slut.” It was a direct an accurate description. Simply fastening it around yourself caused your mind to change. Your desire to grow. Why hide what you are when you’re labeled and collared?

The clasped clicked loudly as you pushed it together. Three minutes left. Rushing into the closet you hastily pull out the metal plug while pulling your shirt over your head. As you shimmied your panties over your wide hips you grabbed the bottle of lube. Two minutes. Plenty of time. Thoughts of what was to come flowed through your mind as you walked into the living room. Your body shook excitedly. You never knew exactly what to expect but the pleasure that pulsed through you let you know you’d love it.

[MF] The Chair

“Strip,” I command flatly. Obediently you pull your top over your head and toss it onto the ground beside you. Reaching behind your back you unclasp your bra letting it slide forward and fall to the floor. Straightening up you stand definitely and look into my eyes. “Everything. Hurry up or you’ll be punished.” You pause considering the possibilities before quickly undoing the button of your shorts and letting them descend your legs. Pushing your underwear down you kick the combined pile to the side. Moving your arms behind your back you stare at me and whisper, “yes sir,” meekly. “Good slut,” I answer before getting a nearby chair and putting it in front of you it’s back facing towards me.

“Sit. Breasts over the back of the chair. Hands at your knees,” I bark. “Yes sir,” you quickly answer before doing as your told. You lean forward as you sit so your breasts drape over the wooden chair back. Pulling four lengths of rope I begin to bind you to the chair. Fastening your wrists tightly at the top of the rear chair legs I look deep in your eyes. “Remember. You asked for this slut.” Your ankles are quickly fastens to the bottom of the same legs. I see you test at your restraints. You can move your limbs a few inches in any direction, but are otherwise stuck in place. Pulling a lace band from my other pocket I wrap it around your face covering your eyes. The world disappears and all you can do is sit and wait in anticipation.