***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the fictional stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories!☺️***
It had been 3 days since I visited my new toy. My wife came home the day after the football game so I left the slut alone for a few days so she could heal. I felt my phone vibrate, so I checked it only to see that my wife was in the basement. She wasn’t in the room or anything but she never goes down there without me. The camera is now showing her walking into the bathroom. I pack up my things and get in my truck to head home. I’m ten minutes away when I feel another ding come through. This time, my wife was in the room with my toy. I hit the gas and headed home as quickly as I could.