Her New Room, Part 3 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41) – Short Sex Story

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She could have done anything in that room they built. The last time he saw it, it was a very empty, very quiet space. He loved her and trusted her so much, he never even asked a question. Thirty days ago, She made this her passion project and asked him to please not look at the bank profile during the next month because she wanted everything to be a surprise. He followed her orders as he all the time did with the one exception being when the bank called to verify a $4,000 charge by a business who touted themselves online as “the worlds foremost company in building inescapable prison cells.” That day, he gave the bank the thumbs up before going into the bathroom to make himself cum at the wondered of what exactly she was working on down there. Now his mind flashed to the fact that he would have to tell her that he came that day at some point, and probably be punished severely- he never came without her permission, and if he did, he was supposed to immediately tell her about it and exactly what he wondered about while he did. At least now that wouldn’t be an problem, he was reminded of it as he felt his cock attempt to swell again before being met with a lot of resistance. The clock seemed to stand still. Two meetings and a lunch now down, he headed into a 1pm board meeting with so much on his mind. He knew it was scheduled until 3pm and that’s when She said to expect a message. He cleared his mind and walked into a meeting, but as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he felt the cold steel and his mind drifted once again.

As the clock hit 2:30pm, She wrapped up Her last video call. She reached into Her purse and took out the things she’d put in earlier. As she held the leather collar, she felt her clit twitch. She leaned back in her soft leather chair and slipped her hand under her skirt. She knew exactly where this was headed, and she decided to head upstairs. She took out her laptop and laid on the bed, now to go through everyone of the million of sexy thoughts that had been running through her head the past month to set the scene for the next three days – this would be the longest they have continually played together, and she wasn’t about to let that opportunity be missed. She decided that she would take a very firm tone with him, she loved the way it made her feel, and knew it made him crazy, but also knew she could dial it back at any time if she felt it needed to be – sometimes it was harder to do that in the other direction. She started to type, “Slut, I know you’ve anticipated getting this message all day long, and you have been able to think of little else. I like when I consume all of your thoughts. So here’s exactly what I expect you to do:

1. As soon as you finish reading this message, you are to go into the bathroom, and take off your underwear. I want the outline of that cock cage to show for the rest of the day – bonus points if it makes a wet spot.

2. You are to leave the office promptly at 5pm. I will be placing a pizza order from the place down the street that will be ready at 5:30, and I expect my food to be hot.

3. Here’s where the fun starts. Pull into the garage and close the door behind you. Leave the food on the hood and discover two black bags on the steps – one empty and one full. Open the empty one and strip completely naked. Leave your phone and watch in the bag, as well as all of the clothes you take off, zip up the bag and close the lock. The only thing you should be left with when that lock clicks is the cage on your cock. You can leave it right on the shelf where you found it. Then open the other bag, put on the gray sweatpants and orange shirt – I kept flashing back to a conversation we once had, and this look was something that unexpectedly really pleased me – I am excited to see it so don’t fuck it up.

4. Next there are cuffs two for your wrists and two for your ankles, there is a small wrench there with them, when you put them on, each gets tightened and locked into place. There is also a longish chain with a leather handle, a leash actually. Reach down your pants and attach it to your balls – leave the chain hang out the top of your sweatpants and down the front.

5. The last two items are a plug and a hood, you might notice lube was not on the list – sucking the plug off before you shove it in will be good practice. Once you get it firmly placed in that little asshole, I want you to take the hood out and then close and lock the bag, put it back on the shelf next to the one filled with your clothes. It should look no different than when you pulled in – one bag empty, one bag full.

6. Last, position yourself on your knees, with your back to the door. Put on the hood, there is a lock on the back and once it is on, I want that snapped shut. Once it’s on, put your hands behind your head, interlock your fingers and wait.

That is all of your instructions for the begin of our weekend. Now at 3:05, I will be logging into your email and deleting this message so I hope you’ve memorized it; and don’t even think about printing it, I will know and you will be punished for it. Good luck slut. Tick tock.

She pictured every detail as she typed it, she had the perfect visual imagination. She leaned back on her bed and put her laptop to the side sliding her hand underneath her skirt. She was so turned on in the moment, some from the fact that she anticipated what was coming in just a few hours, but almost more from the fact that she knew exactly what this did to him. She remembered the early conversations that tip toed around the subject of BDSM, him fishing for some kind of reaction to see how much he could distribute without scaring her away. And her, making herself cum, harder and harder after every story while not wanting lead on exactly how much these thoughts turned her on. Now it was all out in the open, all of their kinky thoughts and desires were fair game, pushing further and further every time. As she got caught up in her thoughts, and the feeling of her wet fingers on her swollen clit, she realized she didn’t send the message. She grabbed her laptop and hit send at 3:02. She could picture him frantically refreshing to get the message promised 120 seconds earlier. She decided to snap a pic and send it as a text. “Sorry, got caught up with myself.” That accompanied a picture of her fingers dripping with her juices all over her black leather skirt. The picture drove her crazy, so she could imagine what it did to him. Before she knew it, it was 3:05. She logged into his email profile and deleted the message completely. In the three seconds she pent there, she also noticed something else, the sender, “Provident Bank” first drew her attention, but it was the subject that caused her to read; “Thank you for confirming the charge from Inescapable Bondage.” It was two weeks ago, but he never mentioned getting that call from the bank. Part of her was a little disappointed that the new cell would not be a surprise, but another part set a whole new plan in motion – his knowing this would now serve as an underlying theme. Her mind raced again, this time, she reached for her purple cock. Her plan was to strap that on under her skirt and have him suck her off in the garage, but since it was in reach, she had another use for it first.

NSFW: yes

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