Author: H3avyL0ad

Losing a March Madness Bet Leads to a Night of Submission [MF] Part 2

I opened the door to Emily’s room and again my heart rate skyrocketed. Clearly she had planned this ahead of time as her harness and strap on were positioned in the dead center of her bed, awaiting my arrival. I picked up the girthy 8 inch black dildo and the weight alone sent shivers down my spine. I wasted no time and returned to her quickly, eliciting another sinister smile as I turned the corner to re-enter the living room.

“I see the size hasn’t scared you at all has it now slave? If anything it seems to have excited you more.” I couldn’t argue with her, my rock hard cock on full display betrayed my excitement. Emily had pegged me once before and it was an mind-blowing experience, I couldn’t believe I might experience that pleasure again. “I’m yours to use as you please Mistress,” I responded as I handed over the harness. She strapped up and then looked back at me, her signature smile stretched across her pretty face. “Good boy. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” Read more »

Losing a March Madness Bet Leads to a Night of Submission [MF] Part 1

The stakes were simple. If Emily’s alma mater won their first round game I would spend the following night as her slave, following her every order without question. If her alma mater were to lose then I would have the night of control. As fate would have it her school won and I was in for a night of servitude. As soon as the final buzzer sounded I got a text from her, “Don’t cum tonight, I want you nice and desperate for me tomorrow :).”

I knocked on her apartment door the following evening, bottle of tequila in hand, balls heavy with cum as instructed. Emily answered the door with a devilish grin, “Why hello there slave,” and beckoned me inside. She was dressed for the occasion, with a silky black kimono wrapped tightly around her hourglass figure, though her ample bust was fighting for freedom despite the kimono being tied at the waist. Black heels completed the ensemble which clacked oh so seductively on her hardwood floors as she led me towards the island in her kitchen where a few shot glasses, salt, and limes were awaiting us. Read more »