[MF] How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to Slave Husband? Part 5

How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to Slave Husband? – Part 5

I have a little more time this afternoon to go a bit further today, but it may not be as long as this morning? I’m going to slow down a bit and try to pick up right around where I left off, because I veered off the little game my mistress had put in place that I wanted to confess.

To briefly recap. My fiancé and I are over, and while in a somewhat dark place I sink myself into being everything for my mistress. I move in, start handing over my paychecks (but I get an allowance of $110 week). I’ve committed myself to her and have now signed a contract.

FINANCIAL PLANNING

[MF] [incest] [voyeur] I jerked off looking at my naked mom

So I’m going to try and keep this short and write it up in such a way that it doesn’t read like porn, because this is something that I actually did and I’m glad this place exists to give me space to describe it.

I was a teenager – let’s not go into exact years – and taking the bus to and from school. I used to get home around 4:30pm every day. One day I managed to get out of school early because our sports afternoon had been cancelled. It was a hot summer afternoon and when I got home all I wanted to do was get out of the heavy sports gear I was in. I called out as I went through the door but mom didn’t answer, so I didn’t wait and just went up the stairs to my room, where I stripped off and probably dropped dropped everything where I stood on the floor because that’s how I undressed in those days. Then I went over to open the window because I was still too hot.

[MF] How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to Slave Husband? – Part 4

A few days ago I began to run through my life/situation and how I got here and while every decision led to another and then another, there are a few days that are just different or bigger. This Part of my life………..I guess you can say is one of them.

DECISION TIME ….so I thought

To state the obvious; on one hand I’ve hit the Lottery and on the other I’m in a huge jam, of my own doing. In an effort never to prejudge I’ll let you decide which is the lottery and which is the jam, because only those that have ever wanted two equal, but very different things at the same time, truly understand where I’m coming from.
Maybe I ended up where I was going to all along, or maybe I chose my fate thru all my prior decisions. Call it a straight line, a wrong/right turn or a course correction that led to the weekend in question. What happened…….happened……….I like to hold on to the belief that I ended up with what I needed, and that we end up with the life we ask for, even if don’t think we are asking.

Amelia and Lucile: Part One

**Girl’s night in gets interesting when a frank discussion of financial woes turns into heavy petting for strangers.**
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“Lucile!” Amelia called from her tiny apartment kitchen decorated with yellow tinged walls thanks to a previous smoking tenant.

“Girl, you’ve known me for months, please call me Lucy!”

“More wine, Lucy” laughter audible from under Amelia’s words. She didn’t need to hear the answer. It was always ‘yes’. She walked into her sparingly furnished living room and set the wine down on the coffee table. It clinked off the glass surface and the noise echoed.

“Shhhh. Don’t wake the monsters” Lucy whispered. Both of the girls enjoyed their wine nights together. What started as a way to get to know each other had turned into a night of venting, laughter, and far too much wine. Now, wine night called for bringing along the kids and having a sleepover.

Lucy aimlessly surfed the channels with the remote. She wasn’t focused on the television. “I am just so sick of working this dead end serving job to only afford a crappy two bedroom apartment and debt. When will we meet rich men and get to quit?”

Teacher Gives My DD Tits an A+

So before I tell you what happened its important to know I developed very early. By the time I was an early teen I already had DD tits. You would think any girl would be happy to have big tits but at that age it seemed like I was the only girl to have them, it made me feel the odd one out and I was embarrassed by them…. until….

[MF] How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to trained Slave Husband? Part 3

Sorry I ended abruptly a bit earlier I had things to take care off. I’ll try to finish up where I left off and write a bit more for today. It’s been great to go back and remember all of this from years ago. I can’t believe I’ve never taken the time or had an opportunity to discuss all of this before. At some point I’ll tell everyone how I got to the present day. Maybe by then I’ll know why I’m doing this. Sorry my writing is a bit off. I’m not a writer, I’m just a guy with a story to tell that happens to be my actual life. And please ask me any question you want. Except …….did all of this happen? Yes it did and I won’t answer that one again.

Ok where were we………………..

[M]y tongue [F]uck and the tale of the wife’s soaked sheets

Hello again GWS, been a while since I’ve posted anything worth it as I’ve been busy enjoying the freshly married life with my beautiful wife. 3 months as of a few days ago for those curious. As a refresher- my wife is about 5’4-5’5, 160 pounds, most of that weight coming from her 34DDD’s. Light brown hair with blonde highlights and blue/green eyes. I am 6’, What we in Wisconsin refer to as “husky”, aka drank more beer in high school and college than most drink in a lifetime, buzzed dark hair with a full beard and a 6” shaved cock.

To provide a little back story, my wife is pretty vanilla when it comes to the bedroom. She likes what she likes and doesn’t have much interest in trying new things. One thing she likes the most though… is my tongue.

My wife, Maddy, never let a guy go down on her before she met me so I guess she has nothing to compare to. However, she says that I’m the only one who has ever made her squirt so I’ll take that compliment with a Miller High Life and chug it.

Für Erick – [Fm][mast][bi]

The chair feels scratchy on my skin. I guess people don’t usually sit in office chairs naked, though, so they probably don’t take that into account. Maybe it’s uncomfortable for girls in short skirts, though? I never thought about that before. If I twist my hips I can swivel the chair around from left to right. I’d like to spin it all the way around, but I don’t want to bang into anything and hurt my knees, so I won’t. I wonder what’s taking her so long. I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me. Left, right, left, right. It was sexy at first, but now I’m getting kinda bored. My dick isn’t hard any more. I’m just sat here, handcuffed to a chair. Wait, is that her? The soft nearly-crunching of socks over carpet, the brush of material against a door. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder companionably.

I hear clicking. Is she using the computer? The rapid-fire staccato of the keyboard is followed by the haphazard click. click click. click, of the mouse. What is she doing?

“Hey babe” her voice is breathy in my ear, “are you comfortable?” she giggles, “those cuffs aren’t too tight are they?”

[fm] she might just be a nympho

I started writing this a long time ago, it’s intended to be the start of a horny woman’s descent into huge cock addiction.

Rachel was lying on the couch reading a book. Her eyes were scanning the page, but her mind was elsewhere. Her visitor would be here soon. She still could not believe what had happened earlier that day. She had been going about her daily business, when a young man stopped her in the street, asking for directions. Now, her libido had been driving her crazy all week, so maybe that had something to do with it, but Rachel instantly felt attracted to this young man. It turned out his name was David, and he was a tourist, looking for directions to a hostel. She bit her lip as the thought crossed her mind, and soon, she found herself inviting this exotic stranger to her home for the night. As Rachel lay there, she reflected on her last week, and how sexually frustrating it had been. Lusty erotica, and steamy porn fuelled her desires, and even though she loved her dildo and her trusty vibrator, each time she collapsed on her bed after an orgasm, she was left wanting more; the sensation of a real, burning-hot cock. She spent the better half of the afternoon fantasizing about a nice, big, thick cock, buried deep inside her. Rachel had never really been interested in younger guys, and this stud was obviously younger than her, but for some reason she felt her lust grow stronger and stronger as she thought about him. She tucked a blanket between her legs, putting small amount of very pleasant pressure on her pussy. Her eyes closed, and without thinking, put her book down. She let out a deep sigh as her hand pulled up her top up over her stomach. Her fingers traced across her body, and she let gravity pull her attention down to the burning ache forming between her legs. She cooed as her fingers brushed over her clit, as she cupped her hand over her mound. Her eyes closed, and she gave in to her need to grind her awakening pussy against something a little more solid than the blanket she had been crossing her legs over.

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[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 1

Psst… It’s CottonNighte ;-)

Chapter 1
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“Aren’t they a little old to need a sitter?” Alicia asked Madeline, the harried mother and step-mother of the two young teenagers.

The boys in question eyed each other with undisguised hostility. Then they expressed their opinion of needing a babysitter with crossed arms and hard frowns at their mother.

Madeline continued stuffing various items from the counter into her large leather satchel. “They fight all the time. I need someone to keep them in line in the evenings while I take my training class. The last time we left them here alone, they broke the television.”

“How do you expect me to deal with teenage boys that are as big as I am?” Alicia shook her head, preparing to tell her old babysitting client *no*.

Madeline grimaced. “It’s just for the next two weeks. They’ll be in school during the day, but my husband is out of town and this is the only time I can get the project management training I need to keep my promotion. I’m desperate!”