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it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking
good fantasies. So to night 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? 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 deep 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
for sensuous satisfaction. M your time to RelA short in
her desires. As you listen to my voice and feel
the story caressing for your body as she 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 smalln 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 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 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, and 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 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. 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 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 she might be fun,
she decided. Chris obviously wasn't experienced at this, as she
had thought, and she could always thinking. Besides which, she
knew his schedule. Looking in the bedroom mirror, Melissa studied
herself for a moment, Eventually running her fingers through her hair,
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 cahal
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 on 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 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 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 enjoying plaining 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 where.
It 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 lungury. 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 Moragg. 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 Curls 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 party 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 clit 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 clit 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 fetal position, Melissa could do little but pant as
the waves of aftercloth echoed through a 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 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 it 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 Maure got a text message saying, you're
such a bad pink kitten. He 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 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 word 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 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 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 wrecked. 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 complete.
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 fun
more Rag in his mind. What do 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 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, It just screams, submitted.
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
cret Yes, 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 teas of 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, it felt so good. Sending
the photo to Chris by messenger, she simply added the text,
sir and 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
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, 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 bondagext it 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 had 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 fill 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 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 had 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 sit in
front of the TV to forget today, 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, 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 palls 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 heard,
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 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 flog 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 coil and saying, kitneath
her cream. You're not going to deny her that pleasure,
are you, sir? His cock was already weeping pre comb
as she he eased a 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 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 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 tis 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 whispered, we do 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 in bed all over again. Ah yes, but
until then, and always with your pleasure in mind. This
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