Turning the tables on [M]y Dom Wi[F]e Lucy (Part 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6oo2zg/turning_the_tables_on_my_dom_wife_lucy_part_1/)
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When we arrive back at the house I slap Lucy on the ass and tell her what a good little cumslut she was tonight and head to the toilet. When I return Lucy is sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, shoes kicked off, watch and jewellery removed and placed on coffee table. When she reaches up to untie and remove the choker, I walk up behind her and grab her hands to prevent her while whispering in her ear “I’m not finished with you yet, that choker stays on until I say so”. She stops and thinks for a moment before submitting and lowering her hands, “yes Master” she says with a very unconvincing tone. I stop and question her to see if she is alright and would like to continue or leave it for another night, while reminding her that the kids are gone until tomorrow. She begins to loosen up again and I go pour us a glass of wine, as soon as the wine hits her lips she begins a full blown rant about what happened at the barbeque.

“I can’t believe that slut Chloe” Lucy angrily states.

Well, That Escalated Quickly, Part 2 [MF]

Well, this turned into a bit of a novel.

When we last left off, I had made plans to come in to work an hour early so as to catch Melanie on her way out to her lunch hour. I was nervous as fuck, and really had only a vague idea of how we were going to do this; there was a park nearby, and given the time of day (late morning on a weekday), the lot should be empty. If that failed, I also knew of a nearby park and ride that should provide enough privacy to do… Christ, what the hell were we doing? I’d brought condoms along, but this could be anything from a makeout session, to heavy petting, to sex, to an elaborate trap designed to ruin my life. No, that’s stupid, I thought to myself. She’s into you, this is happening, go for it.

“I know we haven’t really talked about what’s going to happen,” I sent her, letting her know that I was ready for her to clock out and meet me in the parking lot, “but I want you to know that I’ve got condoms.”

“I think we both know what’s going to happen.”

Deerplain Donna 8

When Miss Vyce wrote down the name Brent Flint on the post it, I was surprised that he had requested my employ in another hotel.

Are you confused? Let’s play catch up. I have ADHD and I will lose you from time to time. Sorry, I do that.

So, I was hitting on “marshmallow tits” at the front desk where I work. Miss Vyce cock blocked me with a false accusation and dragged me into her office. She told me that I had to take some time off because a certain patron of the hotel refused to stay at the hotel because of our strict “no fraternization” policy. They would have a temp employee work in my place.

The hotel agreed because Mr. Flint had informed them that he would come to the hotel on his next stay if all parties involved were satisfied by the current arrangement.

So, yeah, “The Gunsmith” story happened a few months ago. I’m currently in the trunk of a 2017 Dodge Charger. The driver is an asshole, and she isn’t cornering well. But I’ll get to that later. Sorry. I do that.

Deerplain Donna 7

I dropped the final padlock onto the plate which rested beneath her buttocks and her vagina. Melanie squirmed ecstatically. Her metal upon metal fetish was apparent. I could hear Brent breathing heavily behind me. They shared the same kink.
I lifted one of the locks and gently rubbed the cold metal along her inner thighs when I was then pleasantly surprised by her jewelry.
Binding her upper and outer labia was a horizontal circular ring. It was thick. I guessed a six guage piece. I removed the locks from the plate and threw them onto the bed behind her. They landed with dull thuds.
I pried her legs open wider and I noticed her Princess Albertina. It was unique to me. It was an eight guage circular slave barbell. There was a small bead jutting from her urethra. The other end of the barbell had a bead protruding from the top of her vagina. This second bead, however, had a horizontal slave ring running through it. This ring was barely large enough to fit the hinged loop of one of the mini padlocks which I had tossed onto the bed. Ideas were battling themselves for my attention.
I matched her gaze and asked her, “Is that silver?”
She licked her lips and responded, “Platinum.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards. “Tell me how they taste, Mr. Man With No Name.”
I was on my knees in between her legs at this time. I slid the silver tray from beneath her thighs and I hastily dropped it onto the carpeted floor. I looked at the horizontal ring which had been pierced through her outy belly button.
I stuck out my tongue. I instantly tasted the plastic on the inside of the goalie mask which I had been wearing to protect my identity from the camcorder. Fuck it, I thought before removing it from my face. I leaned in and flicked the belly ring up and down with the tip of my tongue.
I ran my full tongue flatly across the tuft of hair which comprised her downward arrow. I softly gripped her upper thighs with both of my hands as I took the labial ring between my four front teeth. I pulled it away from her body until their natural elasticity began to feel tension. I opened my mouth and her lips popped back into place.
When I looked up at her, all that I could see were her erect nipples, her neck and the peak of her chin as she faced the ceiling. I tasted her left labium lupinely. I kissed her right labium tenderly. She shivered again. This time it was not because of the cold chair. I could smell her sweat. I savored her salty taste.
There was no jewelry on her hood or clit. I gently sucked at her hood as though I were drinking from a thin straw. She moaned and strained against her husband’s ties which bound her to the chair. I righted myself and flicked playfully at her Princess Albertina slave ring. I said, “Don’t squirm. Did I say you could move?”
She exclaimed, “Ouww! That hurt!”
I quickly looked over my shoulder at Brent. He was still kneeling on the floor with handcuffs tethering his wrists and ankles. He gave me a reassuring nod. I faced his wife and stood up. I swiped my hands while half slapping, half grazing her perky breasts. I spoke to her as I repeated this action, “No pain no gain, lady. First there’s pain. Then there’s relief. Then there is the pleasure.”
She repeated,”Ouw!” with every playful slap.
“Quiet!” I warned her as I returned to my knees. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”
I took her left areola in a pinch with my right hand. I suckled softly at her right nipple. She was glistening with a mist of sweat. I alternated my pinch and my suckling for several minutes.
I remembered why I had requested the mini-locks. The thing about being a pro is that I have to approach it like work and not pleasure. I was having a little bit too much fun with my client.
I stood up. I placed the mask back over my face before I returned my attention to the toys on the bed. I removed a set of nipple clamps which were linked by a stainless steel chain.
Melanie watched me with anticipation as I knelt before her. I pinched her left nipple with a spring loaded clamp. She winced painfully. Her shoulder jerked involuntarily as she calibrated herself to the discomfort. I pulled on the chain and the clamp bit tightly as her areola was stretched away from her body.
“Good,” I said to myself. “Nice and tight.” I affixed the other clamp to her right nipple. Her deformed breasts looked tasty and I began to salivate. Too much fun, I reminded myself.
Again I returned to the materials on the bed. I picked up a handful of the small padlocks. I stood in front of Brent’s wife and I dropped them all onto the metal chair in the space between her spread thighs. The clunking metal sent her into a fit of pleasure. Her body shivered.
I picked up a lock and I pressed the button at its base. The spring hinge popped open and twisted out. I put my finger at the valley of the chain which was hanging arced between her breasts. I tugged her toward me and I asked her a question. “If I start with pleasure, then this will end painfully, don’t you agree?”
She breathed deeply in reply. I hooked the hinged loop of the lock around the chain. I lifted the lock and I let it drop. It bounced against her chiseled stomach just below her belly button.
The weight of the mini lock was enough to bring tears to my client’s eyes as she looked at her husband. I looked over my shoulder. Brent was watching stoically. He had an erection which was fighting against his pant leg.
I returned my gaze to Melanie and said, “He can’t help you. What are you looking at him for?” I picked up another lock and repeated the same procedure. When the two locks clanked together as they bumped her abdomen, she closed her eyes tightly. A single tear streamed down her cheek. She groaned deeply in the back of her throat. I said, “Quiet. You’re gonna get me fired.” I lifted the final and third lock from the chair with one hand as I picked up the two hanging from the chain. I lifted them to the level of her breasts. I locked the third padlock onto the chain and I rudely let them drop. Her nipples were stretched mercilessly toward the floor. She groaned again as a second tear ran down her face.
“I hate to see a woman cry,” I informed her. I removed the mask from my face and I licked the tear as it rolled. I gently eased the clamps from her nipples before tossing the toys in front of Brent. I tickled her pained breasts with my tongue until she developed amnesia about the pain which I had recently caused her to feel.
When Melanie began to moan lightly I returned to the area in between her labial six guage ring and her clit hood. I spit dryly into that space. After which, I licked my spit back into my own mouth. I pressed my tongue against her half covered clitoris and I pushed in and out as hardly as I could with mu mouth muscle. I reached up and forced my ring finger and my middle finger into her mouth. I looked up and said, “Get me wet.”
She began to suck on my fingers. “Spit on them,” I commanded.
She spit sloppily on my fingers. Saliva and mucous streamed down my raised arm. I eased the tips of both my fingers into her moist vagina. I circled gently with in her hymen. Melanie’s breathing became short.
I pulled out my finger tips and then I eased them in further this time. I made circular motions with my fingers as I eased them all the way inside of her. She whispered to herself incoherently as she strained against the ties which bound her to the chair.
I rolled my hand so that my wrist was facing upward. I rubbed the upper inner wall of her warm, ping crease in search of her g-spot. At the same time I returned my attention to her clit hood. I took it entirely in between my teeth and lips to give her a gummy bite.
I rubbed inside of her with a sense of purpose. I really wanted to taste her orgasm. I licked her hood furiously as I drooled all over her and my self. Her stomach convulsed as though she had the hiccups. I gave her another gummy bite as I massaged her vaginal walls. Her stomach seized up and I could see her abdominal muscles clearly. She began in a stutter, “Buh, baby! Babyyyyy! Brent, It’s happening! Jordi, if you stop right now, I’m gonna… If you stop right now I’m gonna… If you stop righ righ righ AHHHHHHH!”
Liquid gushed from her urethra and her vagina. I lapped it up greedily as she relaxed from her orgasm.
We were all recovering in silence when the phone rang and startled us back to reality.
I looked at Brent. He said, “Get it.”
I picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”
A voice on the line said, “This is housekeeping. I am sorry to be calling so late, but I want to confirm whether you received the towels which you ordered. Our night houseman has disappeared.”
I held my hand over the speaker of the land line phone and said to Brent, “It’s my boss.”
He shrugged carelessly. I spoke in a deeper voice, “Miss Vyce, I presume?”
“Why, yes. I am surprised that you remember me,” she exclaimed.
I answered, “I will never forget that old sea hag voice of yours, Miss. The towels have been delivered, and the houseman helped us fix a plumbing problem that we had. Sorry, but he got a little wet in the process. He just left our room. Goodnight.”
I hung up the phone and I asked Brent, “Where are the keys to those cuffs? I need to get out of here.”

Sex with my [F] Massage Therapist

I wrote about one of my other experiences with Michelle here.

(F)un with (m)y massage therapist…this girl loves to please. from gonewildstories

[EDIT] I’ve added an image (cropped for privacy) of her body so you can see what I was dealing with. The girl was gorgeous. Image here: http://imgur.com/ycU7QRh

Here’s another fun encounter.

I used to see Michelle every 2 or 3 months when I needed a great massage and a happy ending. As you can tell from my previous post, we developed a comfortable friendship and mutual attraction, and so our sessions went beyond the usual massage/handjob that her other clients got.

I arrived at her apartment a few minutes before the scheduled appointment, and she buzzed me in. A quiet tap tap on the door and she answers, hiding behind the door on the inside to prevent anyone else in the hallways seeing her. She always wore something sexy. Sometimes it was just a bra and panties, sometimes its was a wife beater and short shorts.

Well, That Escalated Quickly. [MF]

I’ve had an absolutely insane couple of months here, and I need to tell somebody or I’m going to fucking explode. Hello GWStories, let’s get anonymous. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

We’ll start with the basics: I’m an early 30’s heterosexual male, married to an early 30’s heterosexual female. We have children, and have been married nearly a decade. Our relationship has been rocky for years, steming from the fact that outside of the bedroom, we are both pretty awful at making eachother happy, but we love one another and have worked hard to stay together. Up until recently my wife has had huge issues with pornography, viewing it as a form of cheating. She’s a very jealous woman.

I am polyamorous, though up until the situations I am about to describe, I have previously been 100% faithful to my wife, never acting upon connections that have occasionally formed between myself and various women I have known over the years. If you are not a poly person in a monogamous relationship, you most likely do not know how painful this can be, but I digress.

[FMM][Group] This has been 45 days of sexual awakening for me, a shy Asian Wife, and also, exhibitionist, approaching sexual deviant

This is kind of long and rambling. Just super horny when writing and thinking about so many adventures. I’d like to share some with you if interested. PM me.

I might edit this to post some pics, or else click my name to see if I submitted elsewhere.

I plan to go deeper exploring my exhibitionist side as a Shy Asian, a virgin before my husband, and a total number of maybe 10, 15 max.. Now the number is over 100 when I started on this sexual exhibitionist journey.

I’m sorry if this is not yet a cohesive story. I will complete the library story shortly. Also the XXX photoshoot story. I left out too much. And I haven’t even gone into the sex on sunset strip in my convertible story….

Be patient and I will edit and update, and it will all come together.

Husband has NO CLUE about anything the past 45 days, except I gave him the lingerie shoot ebook. He couldn’t believe I moved G string to side, showing pussy, then seeing it spread super wide in next pic.

[MF] From a dead bedroom to this…

The wife and I recently took the Mojo Update questionnaire and it’s made our already-hot sex life even hotter. We’ve been talking about bringing in additional people and about a few other things that would really take our sex life to the next level. Before taking the test, we’d been having sex 2-3 times a week, now it’s 5-6 times a week, and we talk about all our dirty fantasies before, during, and after.

The first evening, we talked about fantasies for about 45 minutes after the kids went to bed, and we didn’t even make the bedroom. We fucked on the couch like a couple of teenagers, my hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the kids while I pounded my cock into her and told her I liked the thought of doing this while she was bound and had one of her friends sitting on her face. When her soaking wet pussy clamped down on my cock and she started bucking her hips up against me and whimpering into my hand, I fucking exploded.

That’ll give you an idea of where things have been.

8 hr drive for an epic fuck [MF]

My wife is out of town for work, which has got me going out of my mind. I mentioned that fact in an ARAD post last week in which I noted that, given the situation, I was thinking about masturbating (see https://www.reddit.com/r/AskRedditAfterDark/comments/6nz3g3/so_i_m_am_thinking_about_masturbating/). That post actually invited several interesting direct messages from fellow redditors, and I have kept the conversation going with two of them.

In the end I didn’t end up jacking off that night … well, I did, but I didn’t cum. So I was still frustrated. Especially since my wife is on her work trip for at least two more weeks.

So on Friday i couldn’t take it much more and had to do something to address the situation.

I wrote the following note to these two gals earlier to let them know about my exploits in that regard. One suggested that I copy it here. Now why didn’t I think of that?!

Anyway, this is what I wrote them about this past Friday:

Had quite an adventure this weekend, and I figured I owed it to you to let you know the details ….

[FM]The time I fucked my married client twice in one business meeting

*resubmission, first time it didn’t work or something*

He and I fooled around before but hadn’t fucked yet at this point.


F 30s, 54kg, 5’4, very large tits.

I hadn’t been laid for a while, I don’t think I was going cock crazy but I did miss it. When I saw he had booked a long meeting with me, I knew he was going to fuck me. I was dripping wet before I even got there.

He let me into his office and locked the door behind me. Bummer, I wanted us to have the risk of getting caught. I sat on the edge of his desk and pulled my skirt up around my waist so he could finger me while I undid his fly and reached in to stroke his cock. I’d unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my tits out so he could grope them while he fingerfucked. He was working in a 2nd finger and I felt stretched at this point and just wanted his cock. I laid back on his desk, making sure my head was next to the picture of his wife and told him to put his cock in me.