Author: WinnyPenman

24 Hours Part 2 [BDSM] [Protocol] [D/s] [M/F]

Here is Part 1 incase you missed it.

24 Hours – Part 1 [D/s][Protocol] from BDSMerotica

Part 2

The tensioning sound of leather being stretched taut was punctuated by another loud SNAP cracking through the air. Twisted between my fists was the thick leather belt that I was wearing earlier and the source of the gunshot loud cracking sound that ripped through the air. I folded over, relaxed, and then jerked the belt outwards, the weathered and treated pieces of leather slapping together in sadistic anticipation. We had 24 hours together with no interruptions, no restrictions, and nothing else to focus on except for each other…and I was going to make the most of it.

“It’s time for an inspection, kitten,” I mused lightly, cocking my head to the side as I inspected your still trembling body. You struggled to sit upright, your muscles attempting to return from their temporary state of Jello to something resembling a solid. You once again gained your composure and slid off the countertop, landing lightly on your feet like your namesake and then slowly uncurling to stand straight again. Again, a shy smile touched your pink lips, color rose in your cheeks, and your eyes cast downward as you attempted to not look directly into my eyes. If you had, you would have seen the unbridled lust and desire that filled them, wanting to ravage you and leave nothing but a quivering pile of a well fucked kitten. Read more »

24 hours Part 1 (MF)(BDSM)

“Show me.” Those two words were the catalyst that began this whirlwind of a relationship and landed us here. I messaged you out of the blue because I found you interesting and wanted to chat you up. You made it abundantly clear that you weren’t looking for anything because you were married. I was perfectly fine with that since I was married as well. Conversation was easy going, light hearted, and not sexual in nature. Just two people with plenty of downtime and the need to conversate.

It was late one evening and we were both winding down from our respective days. Conversation gradually involved into intimate details being shared between us, our own dirty little secret to one another. You mentioned how sexually frustrated you were and that’s when it came crashing down. Whether out of reflex, habit, or because I was in a teasing mood, I sent two words: show me. And then something…clicked. A switch was flipped. Next thing I know, I receive a picture message from you: you are lying on your bed, legs spread and showing off your sexually frustrated and aroused pussy. I blinked hard wondering what just happened, my cellphone held in my hand with the image of you seared into my retinas. “I…I don’t know why I sent that,” was the next text that flashed on my screen. Minutes went by with nothing sent between the two of us as the shock of what happened continued to be processed by our lizard brains. Read more »