Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Posted September 18, 2020 (edited) It started as a blind date. Ice Breaking turned into flirting. And flirting turned into a simple bet. And that bet landed you here. She cheated of course, but you were too horny and infatuated to see her hustle. She played stupid and catered to your ego. No one can be that bad at pool, and yet you could not resist her allure. While it is true you are no champ, really mediocre at best when it comes to shooting pool. You knew you were still good enough to beat her. And yet here you are, a flirtatious bet landing you here, on your knees and bound and served up as her bitch for the evening. Its not like the situation is entirely disagreeable you tell yourself in your slightly buzzed state of mind. She is smoking hot and not following through on the bet risks losing the chemistry you have found with her so far. You like her enough to submit to this situation. But such hopeful thoughts and rationalizations quickly begin to dissolve from your head as she reenters the room, simple black underwear and bra wearing a comfortable looking satin robe. She is dressed for her own comfort while you are bound for her amusement. She holds what looks like a riding crop in her right hand, that evokes a sense of arousal, mild curiosity and ***. As you become even more aware of your exposed chest, legs, and thighs as she approaches your defenseless flesh. You struggle against the pressure of the restraints binding your arms behind you back only heightening your arousal. There will be no escape for you. You instinctively start to speak in an effort to alleviate this tension. You dont know what you are saying... denial, pleading, disbelief, negotiating, your mind is racing from ***. All you know is whatever it was your mind was so compelled to say got transmuted into a meek yelp as she sends the crop crashing down on your thigh. But, be it a knee-jerk reaction, or your ego and pride not accepting the reality of the situation, you still haven't learned your lesson. Reeling from the sharp burning sensation of that last strike and unexpected agony you hear yourself mouthing something about her being a fucking a bitch as your minds ego starts to half form and search to form some demand of an apology. But that train of thought doesn't even have a chance to fully form as she rains even more expert blows down on your outer thighs and ass cheeks. Now the lesson has truly started to take hold. Still reeling from the barrage you feel a stinging warmth/numbness radiating from your freshly ***d rear. Trapped and the demands of your once mighty ego sells out and you hear yourself pleading through tears? Now that you have found your place. Her voice sweetens and you feel the smothering comfort of her perfect breasts against your heaving chest. As arms like snakes wrap themselves around your wast like two pythons coming to inspect their handiwork. The pressure of being squeezed against her perfect body and tingling *** as her hand explores your burnt thigh proves to be too much and you fail to hide your fully blossomed erection. Pleased you feel her hot breath whisper in ear “the night has just begun my love, this is only the beginning.”. As the sensible part of you cringes and weakly compels a search for escape, your sense of resistance slowly melts like butter against her soft warm flesh. There is no escape for you. Edited September 18, 2020 by Deleted Member correcting grammar
Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Author Posted September 18, 2020 Hope there will be a part 2
Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Author Posted September 18, 2020 I had this idea of making this one community driven/inspired. Where do you guys want to/would like to see her go?
Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Author Posted September 18, 2020 Personally I love the feel you've created and would hate to spoil it. But I like the idea of a community lead one
Deleted Member Posted September 18, 2020 Author Posted September 18, 2020 (edited) I did a second part.. I guess i just need ideas, at some point Im gonna run out of filth and experience/imagination to write from... this shit just kinda rolls onto a page for me... good with words not always subjects... Part 2 Edited September 18, 2020 by Deleted Member
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