TallDarkAndWitty
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If you are easily offended, please don’t read this. Do not try this at home! This story, like most of my fantasies, is not an example of Safe, Sane, and Consensual BDSM play. It is simply an apparition of my imagination and has no connection to the real world. Please be careful with your body, you only have one. Make safe calls, use safe words, and practice safer sex!
Going to the Chapel
Copyright © 2003 Taggard Andrews
Sara breathed heavily into the phone as her Master slid his cock into her from behind.
“Can…can I speak to Mike?”
Her master had handed her the phone when she had walked in door. She knew what was expected of her. The perfect make-up job, paid for with an engagement party gift certificate, had been ruined by her tears. Yet no matter how much she cried, she knew she would do what he wanted.
“Mike? Mike, it’s Sara. Mike, I’m not coming today.”
Yet, as the words left her mouth, she did come. Her Master felt the contraction of the orgasm and smiled.
“Good girl.”
It had all started out so innocently. Sara came home one day and after greeting her Master with her usual ritual, she told him about Mike, the new project manager at the office. Wiping the cum from her chin she told him how this new guy was so cute, and obviously had developed a bit of a crush on her. This wasn’t the first time a man had developed an interest in Sara, yet maybe there was something in the way Sara talked about this one.
When Mike showed up for dinner, Sara couldn’t even speak. Her Master filled the silence with introductions…such a small world…Mike received a two month free membership to her Master’s tennis club…the same office as my sister? How unbelievable…such a small world. Sara spent the night squirming. Mike spent the night starring. Her Master filled the void with witty stories and funny jokes.
“Double date?” Was that really what her Master had said on the phone? She still wasn’t ready to believe it, yet when the statuesque blonde showed up and planted a deep kiss on her Master, she could no longer deny it. She stormed up the stairs to change into the skimpy red thing her Master had given her for the charity auction. Two could play at that game.
That night, Sara was no longer squirming. She was delightful and charming. If there was a moment that Mike fell in love with her, it happened some time that night. She ignored the blonde and, as much as she could, her Master. Mike was the moon and stars, and she only had eyes for him. She laughed at his jokes and wiped the cream dressing from his cheek. When Mike walked her to the door, after the blonde and her Master had already gone inside, she let him kiss her gently, softly. He left whistling. She spent the next 2 hours with her head under the skirt of the blonde as her Master instructed her on the finer points of worshipping a pussy.
When Sara came home the next evening, her key wouldn’t open the lock. Taped to the door was an envelope, and she trembled as she opened it. Inside was a mini handcuff key chain with two keys and a note. The first key, the note explained, was to her new apartment. Her clothes had been moved and her rent had been taken care of.
The second key was to room 654 of the Lennox, a rundown hotel in a middle of downtown. The note explained in great detail when that key was to be used, what she was to wear, and what she would have to give up when she used it. Sara understood and without question, drove away from the only home she had known as an adult.
Things progressed quickly after that. Sara knew how to make a normal man love her. She was soft and vulnerable when he fixed her car. She was independent and didn’t question him when he went out with his friends. She did things to him in bed that made him a god in the tennis club’s locker room. Mike took her home for Christmas and she slept in his childhood bed, with Star Wars sheets and the planets painted on the ceiling.
Valentine’s Day he proposed; on one knee, at the ballet. He didn’t know what finger to put it on, so they asked a married couple nearby. It wasn’t much of a rock, but it was as pure a declaration of love as Sara had ever witnessed. Tears streamed down her face as she said yes.
The bridal arrangements were simplified by her “brother’s” gift, the statuesque blonde just happened to be a wedding planner. She set up everything, from the gown to the jack and jill party to pay for their honeymoon. She even picked out Sara’s wedding day under things, an innocent ivory garter belt and matching thong. The final piece of the puzzle: the blonde found the perfect place, a small chapel overlooking the river. But it was only available on one day. Things just fell into place.
“Mike…Mike…I’m sorry”
Sara came again. Her Master gripped the crinoline of her wedding gown, thrusting his cock deeper into her. The innocent ivory panties lay on the floor of room 654 of the Lennox hotel, their straps cut with his sharp knife. She had given up everything she was supposed to want, to be here with him. His.
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