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good fantasies. So tonight the conclusion of our birthday story.
Melissa has sent that email, but will she come to
regret it? And just how far has Chris gone with
these women? What has he been up to? Is that
marriage falling apart? And then this podcast is best enjoyed
laying on your bed. Just put your earputs in, close
your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice
moving over and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender,
just go ahead and take a nice dee breath and
hold it for a moment and release it with a sigh,
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
This is your time, Your time to relax, your time
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inner desires as you listen to my voice and feel
the story caressing for your body as you just lay
back and 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, moro, 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 paraphernalia 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 turned 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 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 deserve 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. To night, I
want you to spank your clit as you do, and
to morrow you can tell me how it feels. Hm 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 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 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 and 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 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
training off to a sneer, her lips curling, an expression
that did 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 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 close 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 in doing 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 kitten mass smiled at her from on top of
the wigan lingery. 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, 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 controuble like that,
about yielding to some one 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 finger tips. 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 clit, and her
thighs tightened around her hand. Melissa writhed on the back
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 clip with a loud slapping noise, her pussy
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 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 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. The 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 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 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 and
flicked through the endless repeats on TV. It was another
ten minutes before more I got a text Messa's 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, I see it. I'm famished, he replied, cheerfully,
ignoring her question. She asked several times about the meeting
during the 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 worked late and with return would take out with
a strangely happy bounce to his step. One day, he
asked moll 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 and 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, Chris suddenly
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 arraction complete.
Within seconds, Chris was tensing against her, his hot 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. Don't
Melissa k you? 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
Leatherdelights 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 screams submit.
Taking it out, she looked at it for a moment,
running her fingers over the perfect stitching. The lilaxwayed 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 some one, 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 in cuff. Quickly dropping her jeans,
she sat down and teased her 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 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 sofa underneath. Putting her phone back down, she
took the flogger once more and brought it down hard.
Damn it felt so good. Sending the voto to Chris
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 was in replying
to her. He was texting morek who 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.
Then 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 this bondage. She texted back, 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 had enjoyed playing Morag and not
the 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. Dipping 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 Mogg,
but this was stupid warrag 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 so 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, massag 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 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 kten 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 flog his naked thighs, his moans growing
in direct proportion to the angry red trails left by
the kiss of the flog 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 precumbe 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 cock. 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 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 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 cumb
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 their
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.
Until next week, when we have the start of a
new story and you and I can get wild and
mad all over again. Ah yes, But until then, and
always with your pleasure in mind. This is the devil
in world, wishing you it's solatious dreams.