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It's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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good fantasies. This podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.
Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender
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And when you're ready to surrender, just go ahead and
take a nice, deep breath and hold it for a
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then you just lay back enjoy tonight's show. It took
just an hour after she sent the message for Melissa
to start regretting pressing the ZEM 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 email.
She wasn't sure if she should be angry, disappointed, or
relieved by the message. Sure more, 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 and 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? Chris? 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 had 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 how 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. M Been there,
done it, Chris. You just don't realize, Melissa 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,
pink 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 to morrow. 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 hat she might be fun, she decided.
Chris obviously wasn't experienced at this as she had thought,
and 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 in cahr
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 gripped from her bag, and pinned her
hair back tightly. Pulling the new blonde wig 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 her. 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 a selfie, trying to hide her obvious resentment,
and put on her best playful expression. Editing the photo,
signing it from your Pink 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 luingery. Melissa 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, just for
a little while. She became more ragg She could be
playful and naughty, flirtatious and fun. Looking at the lingerie,
it didn't fit with moragg and lacking an alternative, she
slipped off her bra and panties and lay naked on
the bed. Apart from the pink kit and mask. It
didn't take long for the memories of Red Curls video
to return to her mind. Her pussy trembled as the
images replayed through 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 eyes, Melissa's
hands stole between her lips, massaging them firmly. The warmth
of her duces tingled on her fingertips as she rubbed
her hand up, and 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 pussy
burning with the pleasure, the electricity shooting through her sending
her body into ruptures. 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 feetal position, Melissa could do little but pant as
the waves of aftercloth echoed through her body. Eventually, she
reached for her phone and looked 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, 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 cum, something
she had never done before. It tasted so good, and
to 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 male, 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 y sis, sir,
Please don't think I'm 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 bag 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 more got a text message saying, you're such
a bad pink kitten. You made me so hard at
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, 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 more
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 the leather
to lights 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.
As 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 insider again,
sliding her jeans and panties down the legs as she
undid his pants, 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 raction 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 he fuck Morag for real? She wondered
as she pulled her jeans back up and sat on
the sofa. The next day box arrived. There was nothing
to indicate where it was from. Dont 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 Deelights 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. He 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 the
flogger's 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 as he clenched and
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 soufro underneath.
Putting her phone back down, she told the flogger once
more and brought it down hard. Damn it, it felt
so good. Sending the photo to Chris by messenger, she
simply added the text, so 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 bustard. 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. Pink Kitten, 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, uh 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 genes. Taking
the rest of the delivery, she walled up 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 to 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 sit 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 pulls 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 sleeve 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 purred,
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 web 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
brought 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 his
balls and along his shaft, before giggling, coiling, and saying,
kitneath her cream. You're not going to deny her that pleasure,
are you, sir. His cock was already weeping pre combe
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 colck.
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 repeatedly 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 hairs 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 coarse 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 hungrily.
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 yes, But until then, and always with your pleasure
in mind. This is Devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams.
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