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another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
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As you listen to my voice and feel the story
caressing your body, is you enjoy tonight's show. The bed
held so many memories, but how could it really it
was just a bed, like the rest of this house,
from the basement they never cleared out, and the attic
that still held all the boxes she had meant to
put away one day. For six years it had been
their bed. They had shared it, made love in it,
slept in it, and this past six months it had
become her bed alone. Desolate, single, Tracy traced her fingers
over the pillow down the mattress, following the memories of
the curves of his body from the last night he
had spent in the bed. The night before, she had
seen that text, and her world had crashed into oblivion
like some perverse phoenix. Her collapse had led her to
a cathartic education about the man she really lived with
and not the one she thought she did some twisted
side of her need to know why, to know all
the details, although she dreaded hearing the answer, and in
pursuit of this self punishing goal, she had met up
with the other woman in a bar. They'd had a nice,
polite conversation and a few drinks, mainly drunk by Anne,
as Tracy had discovered she was called, and there she
discovered all the gory details Anne hadn't seemed like that
sort of woman. She was a filing clerks at and
attorney's intelligent, articulate, and even funny despite being a little
tipsy as Anne reeled off a list of carnal activities
they had indulged in. She had tried to picture this
woman in front of her in a dominant role, standing
over Tracy's man and demanding sexual gratification from him, but
she just couldn't. She could picture her in front of
her with no teeth in her nose bloody, but as
the woman had at least six inches in height over
Tracy and about one hundred pounds, she wasn't about to
explore that opportunity. This was only confirmed when Nan told
her the extent of the domination play, a woman who
could spank a man until he hurt. Tracy just didn't
know if she had the physical strength to do that.
Following that, she spent a very eye opening evening on
the Internet, which only took her deeper into the rabbit hole.
Our whole world of dark desires opened before her. My god,
there were even places, nor more happy looking places that
sold everything you needed online. After one too many Margherita's
Tracy reached out for her purse and made a purchase
that would change her life. She just needed to let
go of her past. In the weeks after she threw
Mike out, he had texted her at least ten times
a day, all of which she ignored. He had sent
her flowers, all of which went straight into the trash. Eventually,
the apologies went silent, the flowers were no more, but
it wasn't resolved, not completely. Tracy had hoped time would
be a great dealer, and to a degree, it was,
But there was still a dark shadow that hung ominously
over her. Why couldn't he talk to her? Was it
her fault in some way? She needed to put this
to bed, She needed to put this behind her. Her
text was simple, we need to speak. Come to my
house Friday, seven pm. Don't tell anyone. His response was
quick and succinct. There, of course, I won't tell anyone.
Tracy really didn't want anyone knowing that she might even
be entertaining having that rat in her house again. Her
pride had been wounded enough. When her passer arrived in
a suitably plain box, she opened it nervously expectantly. She
didn't quite know what she expected, but was damned sure.
She expected something, maybe dark lust, to leap out from
the depths of the cardboard. Instead, her lingery was wrapped
in cleoplastic, her new toys in normal boxes. The whole
thing seemed so decidedly pedestrian it was almost shocking to
think of the passions that were fueled by these things.
Friday evening came soon enough, perhaps too soon. Tracy wasn't
really sure she could go through with this, but something
deep inside her needed to night, to repair that bruised
pride of hers, to make herself feel like she was
in control again. It really had been months in the planning,
and despite her best efforts, she needed to do this.
She knew it was probably wrong, maybe even stupid, but
she couldn't shake this feeling that everything would be a
lot better afterwards. She had taken half a day leave
that Friday to give herself time to prepare. She had
a prolonged bubble bath, enjoyed a margarita, tried to eat
something but felt sick with it, so she had another margarita.
Maybe it was the margueritas, but when she put on
her new lingerie and looked at herself in the mirror,
she did feel different. She did feel sexier, she did
feel more powerful. It was almost a shame to cover
it up underneath her normal clothing, but she did none
the less. She had barely finished putting the snacks out
on the table in the sitting room when the door
bell rang, sending shocks of nerves for a body. Suddenly,
the stupidity of this evening welled in her mind. Was
she really going to do this? Was she going to
go through with this? But she was here and he
was obviously outside. Tracy needed to do this for her
own sanity. Swallowing the remains of yet another marguerito quickly,
she opened the door. Seeing how nervous he was as
he stood on her doorstep, dripping from the rain outside
was strangely comforting. After the normal pleasantries, he followed her
to the sitting room, where she offered him food and
his usual whisky. The food he passed on, the whisky
was more enthusiastically accepted as they sat on separate sofas.
Tracy watched him for a moment, trying to recall all
the words she had recited so many times in her head,
but they just seemed to have slipped from her mind
as she looked at how small and pathetic he looked. God,
was this really the man she had thought of as
strong and independent? How many times had she called him
her rock? All of that just seemed so stupid.
Speaker 2: Now.
Speaker 1: To say the conversation was awkward was an understatement. Both
of them danced around the issues for long minutes as
they discussed work, his mother, her mother, the car, and
how she finally started getting the rest of the house
in order by clearing the cellar. I was so hurt, Mike.
Tracy eventually whispered. I thought initially it was because you
had sex with another woman, but eventually I realized it
was because you didn't trust me enough to talk to
me about your needs. His eyes went glassy before a
deluge of apologies cascaded from his lips. When he fell silent,
Tracy lifted her legs slightly in a deliberate move to
expose the stocking tops that had been hidden beneath her
plain skirt in a I don't know I'd flashed them
type of way. Mike's eyes focused on the movement of
her thighs and in on the stocking tops. Yep, he'd
definitely seen them. Putting her leg back down, she offered
him another whiskey in the most normal voice she could manage.
Standing she took his tumbler from his shaking hand and
refilled both of their glasses. As she returned to her
sofa and sat down, his gaze didn't move from her
pleated skirt, almost as if he was willing it to
lift again and give him another view of what she
was wearing underneath. Oh, I'm going to make you suffer,
you bastard, Tracy thought, slowly and deliberately. Tracy rubbed the
inside of her thighs gently as she spoke, massaging her
thumb up and down as if rubbing an old sports injury,
almost in a distracted way, well aware of the impact
her actions. We're having by the tenting at Mike's pants,
whilst maintaining an air of ignorant bliss and innocence. So
why did you do it, she repeated, shattering his trance.
Ah what, sorry, miles away, I was curious, That's all
I'd hurt. Powerful men really enjoyed it, he said, his
eyes dropping from embarrassment. Tracy giggled within the confines of
her mind, thinking to herself, So you thought you were
a powerful man. So you would enjoy it, and you
never to discuss it with me, she said, homing in
on the center of her pain. I just couldn't. It
would have been too embarrassing, he said, sheepishly. Much better
to fuck a slut, then, she said, her voice dripping
with pain. The room felt deathly silent. Tracy watched him
for a while, her hard gaze making him squirm. She
had to admit there was a thrill to having this
much power. Her pussy certainly agreed it was clutching wildly
underneath the respectable surface of her skirt, and, judging by
the warm caress of moisture on the top of her thighs,
this little game was only going to become more intense. Well,
that's just water under the bridge. Now, come on, do
you want to see the cellar? Now I've cleared it out.
It's a lot bigger than we thought, she said, her
voice lifting Mike. Just not dumbly. Tracy put her glass
down and deliberately swung her leg in a gentle larc
to give him another flash of the stocking tops before
she stood, holding out her hand. She grinned herself, watching
his awkwardness with his growing erection He followed her along
the corridor to the door disguised between wooden panels. Opening it,
he breathed the relief sigh when she flicked the light
switch on, illuminating the steps down Carefully, he followed her
down to the dim depths of the cellar. It was
certainly a lot clearer now. The junk that had been
there before had all gone, and he could clearly see
small alcoves leading off the main room. Wow, he said,
this is a lot bigger than I thought it is.
Tracy replied, it spreads under the whole house. The lands
only show it as one room, but when we cleared
it out we found these small rooms, well ante rooms. Really,
you wouldn't know they existed unless you cleared it. They
walked along the cellar. Eventually Tracy stopped next to a
pile of old stone. These are the stones they found
when they were clearing out. I guess the rooms all
had doorways originally, but over time they fell down, leaving
just the oltcoves. I'm debating whether or not to rebuild
one just for the fun of it. Mike walked into
the alcove next to the stones and looked around. An
old chest sat in the corner, the sort you might
expect to see on a nineteenth century galleon. I thought
you might like these, Tracy said, pointing toward the ceiling
a pair of manacles hung from the darkness, and told
me how much you wanted to try them. She smiled wildly,
and in the gloom of the room, it was difficult
for Mike to see if she was smiling of pleasure
or with menace. Do you want to try the Mike,
she whispered, moving next to him, her hand drifting over
the bulge in his pants, squeezing it tightly. Oh my,
I think your cock does, she giggled, Well, what are
you waiting for? Lift your arms. I've put these in
just for you. Gingerly, Mike lifted his arms, a little
perturbed by the dark side of Tracy. Standing on tiptoes,
she fastened the manacles around his wrists. Lowering herself, she
unfastened the belt of his pants, letting them fall to
the floor. Wow, Mike, you are very hard, she said,
stroking his firm erection slowly. A low moan left his
lips as he closed his eyes, the pad of her
thumb rubbing teasingly over the tip of his cock, sending shudders,
a pleasure vibrating through his body. Tracy stepped back, watching
for a moment before she slowly started loosening the buttons
of her shirt. I wonder just how hard I can
make that cock of yours. I wonder if I can
make it harder than Nan did, She whispered coyly. You
know you can, Mike groaned as he focused on her
reck nipples pressing through the sheer silk of her lingerie. Oh,
I think we should let your cock to all the talking, Mike.
Your mouth hasn't exactly got a reputation for honesty, she said,
moving over to the chest. Mike could hear her lifting
the lid, but in the shadows of the room, he
couldn't tell what she was doing. He held his breath
as she moved behind him. Open your mouth, she whispered. Gently.
As Mike opened his mouth, he felt the intrusion of
a bullgag being firmly attached around his head, forcing his
mouth open that little bit wider, Unable to speak, as
he became painfully aware of the caress of Tracy's finger
nails down his back, pushing over the curve of his hips,
and then she squeezed his hard cock tighter and tighter. Well,
that definitely works, she breathed into his ear, the wet,
warm caress of her breath making his cock twitch. Frantically,
rubbing her hand up and down his chafts slowly closed
his eyes. Damn, he felt so close to coming already.
What the fuck was she doing to him? As she
squeezed his balls hard, she said, well, Mike, these feel
very full. I guess you haven't seen Anne in a while.
Moving back in front of him, Tracy continued to remove
her shirt before unbutting her skirt and standing before him
in the new lingerie she had ventured to buy. What
do you think, Mike, she said, posing for him. It's
a new look. Do you think it suits me? Oh?
Your cocky's just getting harder and harder, and I do
believe that's pre come, she whispered, looking at the glistening
head of his cock. Moving her hand between her thighs,
Tracy moaned as she caressed the wet lips of her
pussy through the silk of a long pushing them to
one side. Her fingers thrust deep inside the sensation that
shot through her body, causing her knees to buckle a little.
She was finding this such a turn on. Lifting her
hand back up, she grinned as she said, I have
to say I am very at seeing you like this. Mic.
His eyes widened as she slid her wet fingers over
his lips, giving him a hint of her essence. Mike
could feel his body trembling, his cock throbbing with the
knee to come. You know, I don't think I can
get on my knees to suck your cock. I might
just lead to my stockings, she said thoughtfully, before moving
to the pile of the stones. Lifting one at a time,
she placed him across the entrance to the anteroom, creating
a low wall that ran right across. Stepping over it,
she sat on the wall carefully, her head level with
his groin. Well, I guess that solves that problem, she said,
as she started biting along the length of his shaft.
There was a sting of pain with every bite that
sent shocks of electricity ricocheting through Mike's body, his pelvis
thrusting desperately to push his cock inside her mouth. Not yet, Mike,
maybe not ever, she whispered, grinning as she looked up
into his eyes. Her lips slid over his cock, taking
him fully into her mouth, before dragging her teeth back
up his shaft. Inch by painful inch. She could taste
how close he was to coming, how desperately he needed
to come. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock,
tasting his precumb, grinning as she watched him wry through
the anticipation of pleasure. Standing he returned to the trunk.
Mike struggles to see what she is doing, but yet
again he cannot. The first he knows about it is
a hard strike of a paddle across his bare ass,
growling into his bullgag. The lust burning through his body
is driving it mad, with desire reaching around him. Tracy
squeezes his cock again, feeling it tremble in her hands.
Oh that works so well, she says playfully. Feel like
you need to come, Mike, she whispers into his ear.
Mike nods his head furiously. God, he did need to come.
Three more strikes of the paddle, and his cock is
so hard it actually fucking hurts. He can feel his
frustrated orgasm swelling in his balls. Tracy returns to the chest,
retrieving yet another item before she moves back in front
of Mike, Looking him straight in the eye, she says,
want to fuck me Mike again. Mike not furiously, his
body tortured with desire. Pushing her silk covered mound against
his hard cock, she says, coyly, my pussy or Turning quickly,
she presses the cheeks of her ass against his weeping
erection my ass, and said she liked a tight little
ass on nilk cock. Stepping over the stone wall, she
turned and watched him writhe on the manacles or maybe neither.
Moving a large bucket in front of the entrance to
the anteroom, taking a trough from within, she began slopping
the mortar between each of the stones, slowly building the
stones higher and higher until there was only one space left,
a space for one stone through which Mike could watch her,
watching the panic in his eyes. Tracy took the vibrator
she had removed from the trunk. Switching it on, she
rubbed it over her click. Fuck. She was so turned
on feeling this much power moving through a body. There
was no doubt this was the horniest thing she had
ever done. Gasping her breast tightly, she rubbed her nipples
hard while the vibrator slipped along the lips of her pussy,
her eyes never leaving Mike's. The fear in his eyes
just fueled her passion as she fucked herself with the vibrator,
her knees buckling as her orgasm spread before her whole
body exploded in dark, delightful pleasure. It took a little
while for her breast to subside before turning and looking
straight into Mike's eyes. I think never Goodbye, Mike, she said,
as she lifted the last stone into place, securing it
with mortar. A eerie silence descended over the cellar as
Tracy regained her breath, her legs still trembling from the
most powerful orgasm of her life. After a little while,
the waves of pleasure subsided as she looked around the
silent cellar, mentally counting the ante rooms. She smiled to
herself as she muttered, only six. I might need a
bigger house. So I hope you like that one a
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Egg Granam Poe. Very short, but very very good. They
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