The other shoe drops!
POV = Jesse Wright
The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid.
He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing by and pick her up. Snickering at the good fucking he had forced on his slave wife.
Her exquisite service to her owner concluded, she carefully let my cock out of her mouth without getting anything on my pants, just as she'd been trained. I touched the back of her head gently. Recognizing the signal she bent her head forward, and I lifted her long black hair and squeezed the last few drops of come from my cock onto the nape of her neck, on the soft hairs where I liked to kiss her.
As I slowly drifted out from my sleep, fresh morning air made my nipples hard but I felt warmth spreading between my legs and slowly engulfing my whole body. I began to focus on the sensations I was experiencing. I moaned softly feeling warmth of your body against my thighs and legs.
I kept my eyes closed as I felt your finger rubbing over my clit and I tensed then relaxed again as your finger worked in slow circles, gently manipulating my clit and arousing me out of my sleep.
Bags were packed, clothes tucked neatly away in suitcases. It would be the last time I saw the inside of the house, I kept thinking, as I made my way to my Wrangler, chucking bags in the back that would most likely block my view and risk me getting in an accident. It was going to be a long drive, and though he had emailed me a map to print out, I only knew two things about where I'd be driving: far, and south.
She awakens slowly.
Somehow, she is standing, her wrists cuffed, hands pulled above her. Her arms strained, stretched almost painfully tight by the weight of her own body. She finds minor relief for her arms by standing on the tips of her toes, but soon discovers that standing on her tiptoes slowly and inexorably brings aching discomfort to the muscles in her legs and back. No matter how she stands, some part of her hurts.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am new at this, and constructive criticism is more than welcome! I hope you enjoy!
I try to be a good slave. My Master takes care of me and treats me well, using cruelty only as a means of getting off. When we go out together he has only one rule: do NOT flirt with other men. Master believes that as his slave, I am meant for him alone, and will not flirt or fuck anyone else unless he directly orders me too.
My Dom walked into the room, and I looked up startled to see him. Without a thought, I slipped off my clothes and walked over to him. Standing inches from his tall frame, I lifted my chin and kissed his mouth. My lips wrapped around his, and I sucked him into me. The bristles from his new beard tickled my chin as he kissed me deeply. I had been craving him for so long, and touching him finally had soothed me.