Category: Erotica

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In the next few days, Sherry fell into the routine. Each evening, she texted pictures of her clothing and underwear. Only once was she required to make a change, but she found herself readily accepting it. Otherwise, no contact with Jono, and part of it actually worried her, and had her wondering if she was still meeting his expectations, fearing arrest if she didn’t. At the same time, she realized there was something more.

As she dressed the next morning, her doorbell rang. Answering it she received another package. When she opened it, the note from jono simply read “Wear this today.” In it was a totally slutty set of crotch less panties and an open bra, if you could call it that. She was appalled, especially since she was wearing a light print, one-piece dress today. “At least he is thinking of me.” She told herself.

At work, she noticed that by 9, jono still was not in. At 11:30, she got a text. It simply said “Go to Able’s in the mall. Leave now.” Grabbing her bag, she signed herself out. Read more »

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Sherry spent her afternoon shopping, work be damned. A small part of her enjoyed being able to buy new clothing, shoes, & accessories, and rather expensive items, at that, but buying the lingerie, in the full knowledge of how it would be used, made her angry, so much so she even dined using the company card and used the malls’ attached gas station to fill her car, despite being told it was clothing only.

At home, she laid out a nice blouse/skirt combo, and with trepidation changed into a set of white cotton underwear, and texted a picture of herself in her only mirror, a small one on the back of the closet door. In a few minutes, jono texted back “Good job. We will discuss tomorrow” After this, she fielded a call from Ron. Telling him it was over was really no big deal. He wasn’t creative in bed and the sex was just meh. Sherry drifted off, wondering if she could do this mentally, or if the shoe were going to drop, ending her career, which terrified her. Read more »

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At his bark, Sherry found herself dropping her pants and bending over the couch. But why? WHY didn’t she do what any feminist would do, and stand up to this mere man? WHY was she allowing herself to be treated like this, like some kind of mindless piece of meat? She realized it was partly from fear, but again she had to admit, there was *something* that she found unsettlingly, powerfully erotic in all this, allowing herself to be dominated as she was.

She was snapped out of this thinking by Jono’s touch. He ran his hand over her shapely ass, in a smooth, light way. Sherry said, in a meek voice, “Sir, please don’t hit me, I-I haven’t done anything wrong. I even wore..”

“Yes-Yes, I see that have worn what I instructed,” Jono replied. “Woman, understand, I take care of what is mine. I wanted to make sure that this ass was as incredible as when I saw it yesterday…and it is.” He said with a smile. Read more »

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Jono noticed she had clamped her knees together, and this was just what he had hoped would happen. Sherry’s recent orgasm meant she was unusually relaxed there (hell, she had barely quit screaming), and Jono had done this enough to know she couldn’t resist this part. With his knee on the outside of the top her leg, Jono swung himself over Sherry, mounting her.

Sherry was already starting to twist back, saying “N-No..W-Wait, Jon-I mean, Sir. WAIT!”

Sitting up on his knees, he swatted her resisting hand away and said “ONE EMAIL…” Taking his hand and shifting his weight forward, he let the head of his cock juuust touch Sherry’s red, aching pussy, and in a quick motion, as She gasped at the reaction of him touching her, Jono moved it in to her vagina and her pussy in a swift, steady motion, stopping with a good inch plus in her..

“Hey-AHHH…” Sherry was all she could get in reaction, as she tried to resist and started to instinctively kick her feet, but Jono was having none of it. He knew he had just driven his new piece of ass to a huge orgasm, and now it was time for him to get his. Grabbing Sherry’s arms at the elbows and pressing them into the bed, Jono THRUST his hips forward in a power-stroke bottoming against her ass. Read more »

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(OK so as promised, here is the second part, thanks so much for sticking with me, and really hope you enjoy this!)

Jono smiled, knowing he was in full control. “OK Sherry, good thing you have the afternoon off, cause this is going to take a while. Now you step up to and bend over that bed.”

Sherry was still very hesitant and trying to get out of this. “Mr. Corbin, if you hurt me…” she stammered

“You’ll take it and like it,” Jono interjected “Because now? I own you ‘till this debt is paid.” Flopping a pillow as the edge of the bed, Jono ‘helped’ her bend over it. “Woman, you’d best get used to this, because ONE EMAIL…”

Sherry nodded, tucked her chin with a “Humph!” and bent over the bed, grumbling. Dropping his bag on the bed beside her, Jono removed a stiff leather paddle in the shape of a ping pong paddle. Sherry’s eyes widened at the sight of it. “Woman I am going to spank you, and for every lick you will count. Don’t count, we start over, got that?” Read more »

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John “jono” Corbin sat waiting in the wicker rocker in room 13 of the Sands Motel, feeling quite proud of himself. The Sands was a somewhat older, rundown “not-tell-motel” on the edge of town. His company had overseen the loan to the old couple that owned it, with the proviso that they keep this room always ready for him, and exceptionally clean. Jono had used the room to seduce the occasional intern, and maybe one (OK, two) loan applicants, but Sherry Vines stood to be his biggest score yet.

Sherry was an upwardly mobile manager in the large bank, & a force to be reckoned with. At age 26 and standing some 5ft 8 flat-footed, Blonde, very slim, with B cups. Slim hips and a tight body, she had a face most men would die for, a fact she recognized and used to her advantage, often, and Jono had been looking for a way to keep her in check. Finding her unlocked phone on her desk a few days before, it had provided Jono with proof of an affair with married manager Ron Davis, and more importantly, evidence of misuse of Bank-funds, and THAT could ruin a person’s career, not to mention being illegal. With that, he had the bait for the trap he was setting Read more »

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In the next few days, Sherry fell into the routine. Each evening, she texted pictures of her clothing and underwear. Only once was she required to make a change, but she found herself readily accepting it. Otherwise, no contact with Jono, and part of it actually worried her, and had her wondering if she was still meeting his expectations, fearing arrest if she didn’t. At the same time, she realized there was something more.

As she dressed the next morning, her doorbell rang. Answering it she received another package. When she opened it, the note from jono simply read “Wear this today.” In it was a totally slutty set of crotch less panties and an open bra, if you could call it that. She was appalled, especially since she was wearing a light print, one-piece dress today. “At least he is thinking of me.” She told herself.

At work, she noticed that by 9, jono still was not in. At 11:30, she got a text. It simply said “Go to Able’s in the mall. Leave now.” Grabbing her bag, she signed herself out. Read more »

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Sherry spent her afternoon shopping, work be damned. A small part of her enjoyed being able to buy new clothing, shoes, & accessories, and rather expensive items, at that, but buying the lingerie, in the full knowledge of how it would be used, made her angry, so much so she even dined using the company card and used the malls’ attached gas station to fill her car, despite being told it was clothing only. At home, she laid out a nice blouse/skirt combo, and with trepidation changed into a set of white cotton underwear, and texted a picture of herself in her only mirror, a small one on the back of the closet door. In a few minutes, jono texted back “Good job. We will discuss tomorrow” After this, she fielded a call from Ron. Telling him it was over was really no big deal. He wasn’t creative in bed and the sex was just meh. Sherry drifted off, wondering if she could do this mentally, or if the show were going to drop, ending her career, which terrified her. Read more »