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For his pleasure, she cums (Part 3) Sunday Morning “For what it’s worth, it’s a really shitty idea!”, he exclaims over the phone, “But ok, fine let’s see what good we can get out of it. I’m not happy with the way they’re doing it though…” His company have been having problems with a piece of technology they had in production for months, and after a software update by the vendor there were random crashes, misbehaving functionality and a general crappy experience for the company’s clients. For more than a week they’ve been fighting with the software vendor to get it resolved, when finally they decided to… “… if you think it’ll help me going there and holding their hands, then so be it. Did she book our flights already?”. A small pause tells his wife he’s waiting for an answer, and she checks the time: it’s 04:45 in the morning, he’s probably worked through the night. Giving a small sigh she decides to go make him a cup of strong coffee for when he gets off the phone. “Ok, after packing I’m going to get a few hours sleep and then head to the airport. Catch you there at around 2?”… another pause… “Ok great. Catch you later.” By now she’s put her satin – very thin satin at that – night gown on. As he checks if he has any more messages, he’s slightly startled as she hugs him from behind, putting her chest and head against his back. She can feel the tension in his demeanor, but at the same time love the fact that her touch has a calming effect on him, and she feels how his rigid muscles relax letting her in, giving her permission to sink into his flesh. “Hey Love”, he greets her in a soft voice, “Sorry for waking you. It’s just…” “Shhhh, don’t worry.” She tightens her hug slightly. “Do you need to go to Germany?”. They spoke about the possibility that he may be asked to go hold their hands as he put it, so it didn’t come as a surprise to her. “Yeah, the idiots aren’t listening to what we’re saying to them over the phone and emails, so we think it may be better if one of us go there almanbahis physically to give them the incentive they need to make the changes we asked for – it’s tough ignoring somebody breathing down your neck.” Moving to his front, her gown catches on his arm hairs – causing it to pull open slightly, creating a wonderful low… very low… V-cut all the way down her belly button. As she steps in front of him she instinctively moves her hands to close it up again, but he takes hold of her one wrist, stopping her. “Don’t”, he requests… pleads… softly. Realizing he’s made a mistake, giving her orders while they’re busy playing a few days of domination and submission, he opens his mouth to correct his mistake by apologizing. This time, it’s she who cuts him off before the first word could exit his mouth, by putting her free hand’s index finger on his lips: “Oh dear… Dear!” Knowing he needs, and will welcome the distraction from his work problems, she continues on, opting to follow a harsher course of action than he probably deserve, but one she knows will arouse the living daylights out of him… thus, distracting him from the work problems. “My Dear husband, you’re supposed to know your place. You’re supposed to stop yourself before making a grave mistake like this. Do you really think grabbing your Mistress’s wrist, stopping her from doing what she want, was a good idea?” “No Mistress, I’m s…”, again, she stops him saying the word by putting her finger back on his lips. He can see, as she feels, that the prospect of play is arousing to her. Her nipples, barely covered by the still elongated V pushes against the thin material, searching for him, for his tongue, his warmth. They’ll have to wait!, she decides, and with a swift motion digs her fingers between his hips and his sleeping shorts and yanks it down to his knees, almost painfully fast – setting his quarter-ready erection free with a slapping sound as it whiplashes against his skin. She drops down to one knee to give her a almanbahis yeni giriş better view of his member, and in order to work the shorts down to his ankles. “Ah, is he scared of me?” she sarcastically, yet playfully, asks. “No Mistress, just taken aback”. Cupping his balls, and pressing her middle finger on his perineum, rubbing it, she warns: “A sub should always be ready for his Mistress. A sub should always stand at attention when in her presence.” The stimulation does the job, causing more blood to thrust itself into his penis, and it grows rapidly in front of her face, inches from her mouth – for which he so longs. “That’s better!” she approves. She gets up and walks to her side of the bed, opening the bedside drawer and taking out an egg-shaped vibrator and it’s remote. Laying back on the bed, she parts her legs slightly, watching him as his gaze is aimed downward – obeying a previous order she gave him to look down until told otherwise. “Look at me”, she indeed tells him otherwise, “Look at me while I put something other than you inside me”. With this, watching his burning desirous eyes and noticing his now full erection in the corner of her eyes, she switches the vibration on with the remote while pressing lightly with the egg on her inviting opening. The sudden vibrations – not the full setting though – startles her pelvic muscles briefly and she notices him looking at her butt cheeks tensing and releasing, wanting her. Craving her. Quickly she is wet enough, and the egg slips through her opening, deep inside her, barely visible. Using her finger she presses it deeper, so only the slight rumbling of the vibrating motor deep inside her sex is evidence of its presence. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, savoring the moment and the feeling the egg is giving her. Before opening them, she gives him his next order: “I want you spread eagle, against the wall, as wide as your legs can be, with your palms flat against the wall.”. His body is naked, save for the boxer almanbahis giriş shorts around his ankles. A small pause tells him she’s enjoying the deep sensations. “I want you to stay hard, as hard as if you’re about to penetrate me, and fuck me like your life depends on it.” Obeying her, he turns to the wall, and as he steps out of the shorts the realization of complete nakedness and complete vulnerability hits his senses as he puts his warm hands – warmed by not only the hot summer morning but also his lust – against the cold brick wall. “I want you to close your eyes and picture me in your mind”, she continues as he hears her getting up from the bed, “Moving toward you, vibrations in my core”, she makes his cock twitch by using the biggest sex organ he has against him – his mind. He hears her hands rustling in a drawer as she continues to torment his imagination: “Submissives… slaves… need to be punished for their indiscretions. Letting the small rules slide, is a slippery slope, don’t you think?” The word slippery plays with his mind, making him imagine slipping himself deep into her wetness, and she notices another twitch as more blood tries to drive itself into his engorged member. “Yes Mistress” With that, he feels her warmth behind him as her closeness is complemented by a slight, almost ticklish, feeling of something brushing against the back of his leg. “Feel that, sub? That’s the flogger you bought me the other day. We tested it a little, but didn’t push things very hard.”. With that she moves it around him, letting the strands of soft leather roll over his elongated shaft, making him twitch. As the knotted ends starts to make their way over him, she continues: “I’m going to flog you… hard… over and over… harder with each strike, but you need to do something for me in return.” With this she takes his right arm and pulls it away from the wall. Handing him the remote to the vibrator, still humming deep inside her, she orders him: “With each strike, I want you to press the turbo button for half a second, then let it go.” The remote to this vibrator has a turbo button, telling the little device to put all it’s energy into the vibrating motor, giving an intensely pleasurable – often overwhelming – to the user.

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