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inner desires. As you listened to my voice and feel
the story caressing through your body. Then she just lay
back and enjoy to night's show. It took just an
hour after she sent the message for Melissa to start
regretting pressing the ZEMD button. He looked at her photos again.
She could see it was her, definitely her marks and blemishes,
even the small birthmark on her thigh. How could Chris
not recognize her? He had seen her whole body, intimately,
he wouldn't know it for sure. It was another thirty
minutes before her phone dinged with an e mail. She
wasn't sure if she should be angry, disappointed, or relieved
by the message. Sure moreg that sounds great. I would
love to keep my ropes around you. Ropes he has ropes.
Melissa paused for a moment, trying to remember if she'd
seen any ropes in the house. Does he have an
apartment with all his paraphernalire in maybe a lock up somewhere,
or perhaps he just keeps it in the trunk of
his car. Fuck? Was this going to even work? What
was she actually expecting? And did he always respond to
these women so enthusiastically. Once a panic had subsided, the
anger returned. He obviously wasn't just on that website to
look at photos, picking up her phone. She decided that
playing the innocent young lady would be best. After all,
it wasn't that far from the truth. I knew to
all this, but very eager to learn. Where would you
suggest we start? For some reason, she had actually put
on her most innocent and naive face while typing the message,
as if that was going to make a difference. She
barely lowered her hand before the phone dinged again. Let's
start by calling me sir, and I think I will
call you my little pink kitten. Sir? Really, since when
did he think he deserves to be called sir? Biting
her lip, Melissa held back her irritation. Of course, sir,
where do we start? Well, my pink kitten, I think
we can start by you getting a taste of a
little punishment when you pleasure your body. Tonight I want
you to spank your clit as you do, and tomorrow
you can tell me how it feels being there. Done it, Chris,
you just don't realize thought. Can't we do it now? Sir?
I'm very eager to learn, she replied, grinning a little
at the phone, testing Chris to see if he was
actually working. No, we can't, think, kitten, I have to
go into a very important design meeting in a minute,
and we'll be there for the rest of the day. Oh, sir,
are you a big important designer? Yes, I am kitten,
and I have an international meeting in five minutes, so
we'll have to wait to speak again tomorrow. Oh okay, sir,
Melissa replied, giggling as she typed. The last time she'd
heard the local chick and hot restaurant was not expanding internationally.
At least she knew Chris was at work, and it
kind of matched his diary. This actually might be fun,
she decided. Chris obviously wasn't experienced at this, as she
had thought, as she could always outthink him. Besides which,
she knew his schedule. Looking in the bedroom mirror, Melissa
studied herself for a moment, Eventually running her fingers through air,
she scraped it into a bottle on top of her head,
turning her head side to side, sucking in her cheeks
a little, she thought to herself, not bad. Considering studying
herself a little more intently, a thought emerged, a plan
to make herself look different. Grabbing her bag and car
keys from the side, she left the house, intent on
at least seeing if her plan might work. Returning an
hour later, she sat down in front of the mirror,
retrieved the hair grips from her bag and pinned her
hair back tightly. Pulling the new blonde awig from the
bag and slipping it over her head, she looked back
into the mirror. Her hair had always been dark, and
seeing herself blonde was different. She had to admit even
she didn't recognize herself. Taking the final package from the bag,
she unpacked the last item and secured it around her head.
Looking into the mirror again, she whispered, well, if he
wants pink kitten, who am I to argue, her voice
trailing off to a sneer, her lips curling, an expression
that didn't quite fit with the playful pink kitten mask
that adorned her face. Holding her phone up, she clicked
the button for her selfie, trying to hide her obvious resentment,
and put on her best playful expression. Editing the photo,
signing it from your p Kitten, she sent it by
messenger through to Chris. Grinning to herself, she wished she
could be a fly on the wall in that meeting
right now, Packing away her growing expanse of toys into
an overnight bag. She stashed it under her shoes in
the closet, a place Chris avoided like the plague. Looking
at her clothes hanging, she selected her normal suit for
the part time job in the accountants. She actually felt
kind of deflated. Despite all her anger and bile, she
was actually quite enjoying playing pink Kitten. Just a shame
it had to be with Chris. When she returned from work,
the house was deathly silent. Chris was obviously not home,
yet it had been the same every day since the
kids had left home. Melissa never really appreciated the life
they brought into the house since they were gone. Being
just her and Chris, it seemed as cold as the
tomb most nights. Maybe that's why he strayed in the
first place, she thought. Melissa actually felt relieved. She wasn't
sure if she was ready to see him quite yet.
Work had been stressful this afternoon, and she needed some
me time before she had to play Happy Families again.
Entering her bedroom, she discarded her work clothes and went
to retrieve her sweats from the closet. As she opened
the door, the overnight bag looked back up at her,
tempting her, calling out to her from beneath her shoes.
Moving the shoes aside, she pulled the navy blue canvas
bag from the recesses of her closet, opening it. The
pink mass smiled at her from on top of the
wigan Luingury could not help but smile back. There was
something that changed when she slipped the mask on her head,
like she let go of Melissa a little, let go
of all her stresses and worries, and just for a
little while, she became Morag. She could be playful and naughty,
flirtatious and fun. Looking at the lingerie, it didn't fit
with Morag, and lacking an alternative, she slipped off her
bra and panties and lay naked on the bed. Apart
from the pink kitten mask. It didn't take long for
the memories of Red Curl's video to return to her mind.
Her pussy trembled as the images replayed threw her head.
Something about passing over control like that, about yielding to
someone else, letting them decide their pleasure, seemed so damned hot.
Parting her thighs, Melissa's hands stole between her lips, massaging
them firmly. The warmth of her juices tingled on her fingertips.
As she rubbed her hand up and down, she made
the first contact with her clit. She rose off the bed,
inviting the invasion of her fingers as she pushed to inside,
moaning in response to her own caress, she slid them
in and out furiously, Her thumb pressed on her clid
and her thighs tightened around her hand. Melissa writhed on
the pat as she could feel the burning sensation moving
through a corn. Her fingers pounded into a pussy, the
sound of her slick as they slid in and out.
Stopping for a moment, she slid her fingers out before
bringing them back down onto a clid with a loud
slapping noise. Her burning with the pleasure, the electricity shooting
through her sending her body into raptures. As she spank
to herself again and again, her moans echoed around the room. Somehow,
the sound of her own pleasure fueled her desires further
as she continued to punish her clip. Taking her phone
hurriedly moving it between her thighs, she pressed the camera button,
where she hoped would be a good position before dropping
it onto the mattress and plunging her fingers back into
a pussy. Her orgasm burned through her body as she
rolled on to her side and bit into the bedding,
her orgasm exploding in an avalanche of fireworks. Rolling into
the fetal position, Melissa could do little but pant as
the waves of aftercloth echoed through a body. Eventually, she
reached for her phone. Through the photos, the image of
her pussy glowing red was a little blurry, but it
was clear enough to see. She honestly found it kind
of sexy. Looking at her pussy swollen and burning with
an angry red, she hadn't quite realized how wet she was.
Melissa pushed her hand back against her eyes and felt
her pussy gently fuck. Her whole body trembled as she
pushed her finger back inside. Sliding them out, she lifted
them into her mouth, tasting her cumb something she had
never done before, but it tasted so good, and the
day felt like a day for doing things that you'd
never done before. Checking the photo for any incriminating giveaways,
she could only find a mole, but she guessed loads
of women had moles on the top of their thighs,
besides which it had been so long since Chris had
been down on her she seriously doubted he would have
recognized a tattoo if she had one. Messaging Chris the
photo with the simple text of I couldn't resist her.
Please don't think come a bad girl, she grinned, wondering
whether or not he would open the message. Rolling off
the bed, she stood a little shakily before replacing the
mask back into the back and hiding it in the closet,
Deciding a shower would be a good idea now before
Chris came home, she returned to normal life. It was
another hour before she got a text from Chris saying
on way home picking up takeout. Relieved at not at
least having to cook, she relaxed on the sofa afflicked
through the endless repeats on TV. It was another ten
minutes before morek got a text message saying, you're such
a bad pink kitten. You made me so hard in
my meeting. I had to go to the bathroom three times.
When Chris eventually walked back through the door carrying bags
of Chinese food, she took a deep breath before going
to meet him. He seemed jubilant, excited. Good meeting, She asked,
let's see it. I'm famished, he replied, cheerfully, ignoring her question.
She asked several times about the meeting during their meal together,
and every time he brushed the question away with some
flippant statement about having to reconvene another day. And so
the days passed, Chris would make more and more requests
and she would simply comply. Every night, Chris wore it
late and with return would take out with a strangely
happy bounce to his step. One day, he asked morl
Rag if she had ever been tied up. She replied, no,
would you like to see me tied up? Grateful for
the order of manacles? There was somewhere between leather delights
in her yes, he responded, give me a few days, sir,
I'll see what I can organize. Oh kitten, he replied.
Melissa could imagine the enthusiasm in his eyes at the
thought of her being tied up. That night, he returned
carrying the largest thie mill Melissa had ever seen. Even
with the kids at home, they would never have been
able to manage all this food in one sitting. Whiles
they sat on the sofa watching TV. Christenly turned to her,
his hands fumbling her breasts for a shirt. Pinching her nipples,
he kissed her roughly. Melissa could not help but respond.
She hadn't been fucked in so long. She was quite
honestly desperate to feel him inside her again, sliding her
jeans and panties down her legs as she undid his pants,
his cock so hard and throbbing, she had never seen
him so wret Without waiting, he slid to the floor
and moved between her thighs, pressing his cock deep into
a pussy, hammering it home. Melissa wrapped her legs around
his waist to feel his eraction completer. Within seconds, Chris
was tensing against her, his heart erupting into a pussy.
Melissa moaned, dutifully faking her satisfaction as Chris rolled off,
did his pants up, and slid back onto the sofa.
Was that it, she thought as she wiped away, Chris
has come from a pussy with a tissue. She had
no doubt that he had just fucked more rag in
his mind. Would you fuck morag for real? She wondered
as she pulled her jeans back up and sat on
the sofa. The next day her box arrived. There was
nothing to indicate where it was from. Then Melissa knew
they had certainly taken a lot less time to arrive
than she had imagined it would. Sliding a knife carefully
through the taping on the box from Leather Delights dot
co dot uk, the lid opened. The warm smell of
leather filled the room. Of all the things she was expecting,
she wasn't expecting the fragrance of leather to be so beautiful,
such a turn on. She paused for a moment, immersing
herself in her newfound sensory pleasure. Eventually shaking her head
to break the spell, Melissa pushed her hands gently into
the box, her fingertips feeling the edge of a leather cuff.
There was something so immensely powerful about the feeling of
the leather it just screamed submit. Taking it out, she
looked at it for a moment, running her fingers over
the perfect stitching. The lilac swayed so sensuous to her touch.
She looked at the heavy buckles for a moment. Unrolling
the cuff, she placed it around her wrist, as she
fixed a strap into place. Then there was a new
sensation something she hadn't been expecting, an intense need just
to let go, to place her satisfaction in the hands
of another, to submit completely. Damn it, she felt like
falling to her knees right now. One thing she did
decide when all this was done with Chris, she needed
to find someone, a playmate, to help her explore all
this sexuality. She couldn't believe how much her pussy was
screaming for satisfaction from wearing a single cuff. Melissa rotated
the cuff on her risk. The suede really was surprisingly sensual.
It wasn't just soft, It caressed her, It sent tingles
up and down her back. Somehow, it made her feel
so damn feminine. Finding the flogger in the box, Melissa
studied it for a moment, running her fingers through the strand.
It was an immensely erotic sensation of having the strands
teased between her fingers. Pausing for a moment, Melissa made
a decision and moved to the sofa with the flogger
and cuff. Quickly dropping her jeans, she sat down and
teased her floggers strands over her thighs. Holding her breath,
she brought the flogger down hard against her pale skin.
The sting burned through her legs as her pussy clenched
in wanton desire. Fuck, she was wet already. The kiss
of the strands left a harsh red mark. Grabbing her phone,
Melissa took a photo, careful to avoid the obvious souffro underneath.
Putting her phone back down, she told the flogger once
more and brought it down hard. Damn, it felt so good.
Sending the photo to crisp by messenger, she simply added
the text, sir, I'm practicing on my own. Within seconds,
she had a reply, Fuck pink kitten, that looks so good.
You make me so hard. Her grin soured as she
remembered Chris wasn't replying to her. He was texting morek
the bastard. She needed to be done with this bullshit.
She decided she had found something that really turned her
on and needed to experience it in full and right now.
Chris was stopping that. She took a close up photo
of the solitary manacle on her wrist, sending it to Chris.
She added need help with these When can we meet?
The response was far from as quick as normal. In fact,
it took fifteen minutes for him to reply, we can't meet.
I'm married. I love my wife. We just don't enjoy
the same thing sexually. I'm sorry pinkitt and Melissa sighed heavily.
Was she relieved, she guessed so, but she couldn't ignore
this desire that burned through her. Now she needed to
experience his bondage. She texted back, oh okay, I understand,
and placed her phone silently down on the sofa, realizing
to her surprise that she actually felt disappointed at what
She wasn't really sure. She'd enjoyed playing morag and oddly enough,
even pink kitten, it had given her a sexual freedom
to experience something else rather than Melissa, part time accountant
a mother of three, She was pretty irritated that Chris
wasn't meeting people. Oddly enough, she had a plan and
an idea of what was going to happen next that
had just been flushed away. She also realized she hated
him for meeting these women when he obviously hadn't been.
The anger was still there, though, if anything, it had
increased because she felt her plans, her satisfaction was now
being derailed. She sighed as she stood up and fastened
her jeans. Taking the rest of the delivery, she walked
up to their bedroom and put it in the overnight bag,
pausing for one last moment to feel the beautifully crafted
cuffs once more. Zipping up the bag, she dropped her
back into its hidden place. It wasn't until early evening
she had realized she had gone through the rest of
the day on autopilot. She'd been mourning Morag, but this
was stupid. Morag was a creational story. She wasn't real
how the hell could she be mourning her yet she
generally felt she was. The sound of the garage door
opening and closing brought her back to the present. Shit,
Chris was home. Had he texted her? How come he
was home too early? Had he actually figured out her
a little game? Rising to meet him as he walked
to the kitchen door, his face was dark and solemn.
What's up, she ventured, Nothing, really, just a crap day
at work, he said, his tone dismal. Fancy something to eat,
she asked, trying to sound cheerful. He really looked pained,
and she could not help but feel sorry for him.
I'm not really hungry, I just want a glass of
wine and sits in front of the TV to forget
to day, he responded sourly, and so the evening passed
without a word between them, both privately and mourning for
the woman that never was. Chris fell asleep quickly as
they retired to bed, almost like he wanted to put
the day behind him. Watching the ceiling fance bin lazily
in the shadows, Melissa thought over the past few days,
trying to bring the loose ends to a conclusion. Silently,
she rolled out of bed and opened her closet, looking
down at the overnight peg, she sighed deeply before returning
to bed. Putting her arms around Chris for the first
time in what seemed like forever, she immersed herself in
the feeling of his heart beat, gently throbbing through his chest.
Sliding her hand over the plane of his stomach, she
felt for his cock, massaging his bulls gently. His fingers
moved over her wrist and gripped her hand, pushing it
backwards in rejection. Once his hand had moved behind him,
Melissa brought her other hand up and pushed the cuff
around his wrist, fastening it clumsily. Taking advantage of his
sleep filled mind, she quickly clipped it to the metal
frame of the bed, forcing him to roll on to
his back. Straddling his stomach, she quickly grabbed his other wrist,
securing it in the other manacle to the bed frame.
Leaning over, she flicked the bedside lamp on before retrieving
the flogger. Moving back, she pushed his thighs apart as
she watched the look of absolute shock on his face
with more than a little amusement, teasing the strands of
the flogger over his thighs, she pard, you've been such
a bad boy, Chris. What should I do with you?
Chris opened his mouth to speak. Don't speak, sir, she said,
with a hint of disdain to her voice, unless you
want me to stuff my wet panties in your mouth.
Chris just stared in absolute disbelief at the sight of
a naked Melissa straddling him, wearing her pink kitten mask.
While he was tied to the bed. Melissa bought the
flogger down in a short movement. His thighs tensed from
the sensation. His cock twitched, swelling in anticipation. This obviously
is his thing, Melissa mused, watching his cock stiffen as
she continued to flock his naked thighs, his moans growing
in direct proportion to the angry red trails left by
the kiss of the flogger. Dropping her head, she traced
a firm line with her tongue up its balls and
along his shaft, before giggling, coiling, and saying, kitten, neat
her cream. You're not going to deny her that pleasure,
are you, sir. His cock was already weeping preak m
as she teased the tip of him with her tongue,
watching him shake his head furiously, his hip thrust as
her lips sank down along his length, feeling him so
hard in her mouth. Ah, sir, you can't come until
I say, she said, sliding her mouth from his pulsing colk.
Moving forward, she took his shaft in her hand, moving
it between her thighs, teasing his tip along her lips
before rubbing it firmly against her clip. The sensation of
power as she watched him writhe under her grasp fueled
her own arousal positioning him for a moment, she slid
his cock between her folds before impaling herself on him. Together,
they groaned loudly at the sensation. Melissa's hips rocked on him.
Sitting straight up, she repeated impelled herself as her hands
grasped her breast, massaging them. It was obvious Chris was
desperate to touch her, but the manacles prevented anything. For
the smallest movement of his hands, pinching her nipples, wave
after wave of intense pleasure vibrated through a body as
Chris swelled inside her, a pussy clutching at him with
desperate need. Her orgasm rose out of nowhere and immersed
her whole body in a wildfire. Her corse squeezed his
eration tightly. She couldn't help but moan loudly as her
body exploded in pleasure. Chris's come filled her pussy, hot
jets of cream, caressing her walls. Sliding off his still
throbbing cock, she moved to the bed, kneeling over his
mouth as she lowered her dripping lips to meet his.
Chris flicked his tongue over her pussy, their mutual come
dripping over his chin, gyrating her hips. The weight of
her orgasm grew again, forcing Melissa to hold on to
the bed head fuck, she cried out as a cataclysm
of her orgasm pummeled her body. Looking down through the
cardboard cut out eyes, Chris's chin glistened with cumb sliding
down his body. Her lips teas that come from his chin,
her tongue caressing him, feeling it drifting down her own chin.
She looked up at him before lifting her mouth and
sucking his lips. As her tongues explored each other's taste,
Melissa rubbed her still trembling clit over his stomach, a
trail of her juices ran over his skin. Finally, she
just looked up at him and whispered, we did this together, Chris,
her gentle smile becoming darker, Or I might have to
suck your cock clean off. Her hand lowered between them
and squeezed his sensitive cock with an almost playful aggression.
Chris just nodded in agreement as his body trembled in
her harsh grip. So until next week, when we have
the start of a new story and you and I
can get wild in bed all over again. Ah, But
until then, and always with your pleasure in mind. This
is a devil in world, wishing you solacious as.
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