Deleted Member Posted September 19, 2020 Posted September 19, 2020 (edited) What started with promising excitement, quickly turned into disappointing tedium. Sir pitched the idea with determination. “We are getting a nice house!” he declared one day, and being the one who manages the tedious “Secretary work” as he so lovingly put it. You had some pragmatic doubts about the whole affair. But damn if Sir doesn't get what he wants every time he puts his mind to it. So after a year of saving with a diligence, and you both pulling every extra shift available the kitty was large enough to afford a down payment and you were cleared for a decent loan. You enthusiastically imagined yourselves like the kinky couples' version of house hunters. You imagined yourself in your very own episode saying things like “Honey, do you think this is a good sized basement? The ceilings are hardly high enough for shackles, and the cross and stocks are going to leave the area feeling cramped during play.” Your real estate agent/host nods with you in agreement. You cast your vote “leave it!” with vigor and are whisked away to the next property to cast your judgments upon! This happy fantasy of you and sir, riding around town and having your every need graciously met shockingly turned out to not reflect the dull reality at all. You have spent all day, the one day you both have off, the one day during the week you have Sir all to yourself, trapped in the car looking at houses. Sure it started as fun and exciting, and turned into a marathon of boredom. You seriously are starting to feel like you might puke if you have to talk about and look genuinely interested at another walk in closet. Lucky for you, you have a very vivid imagination. As the real estate agent points to the nook in the study, your mind adds the shackles you visualize yourself suspended from, pressed against the window as you take it from behind. Spacious walk in closet, the perfect spot to put your cage. The island in the kitchen, the perfect place to strap you down and adorn your naked ass with whip cream, before eating you whole like the slutty little nymph he knows you are. Everywhere you look you imagine a sex swing or some furniture, while getting your brain fucked out of your skull. You know boredom makes you horny, and the wear of this tedium is starting to also show on Sirs listless expression. You start touching yourself in increasingly risque ways just out of the sight of the agent, but enough to get Sirs attention. Like a indecent ninja you move room to room doing your best to break Sirs composure. Reminding him of your real selves, and that this middle class vanilla house searching couple is just a clever disguise, as you lap dance across the stools in the breakfast nook and start to dry hump the counter. Suddenly he starts coughing and choking, looking as if his eyes are going to pop out of his head. You broke him, he has lost all composure, and you manage to put on a concerned “Oh whatever is happening face” on quickly right as the real estate agent turns around. But its too late, maybe its the exhaustion or need for release, in one sweeping motion he throws his hands in the air. “You know what! Fuck it!” he exclaims, "this one will do.". Leaving the real estate agent with a bewildered look of confusion and compliance. She whipped out the legal papers, sir glances at you mischievously. You tremble with excitement in anticipation of the spanking your naughty ass is getting tonight. Edited September 19, 2020 by Deleted Member
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