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Late from Work
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Late from Work She walks into the house, clutching mail in her hand. She scans through briefly before setting it down on a nearby table. As she walks into the kitchen she feels a hand cover her mouth. Another hand is wrapped around her shoulders. “Shhh” she hears whispered into her ear. She is startled but something was comforting in the voice she has heard. “Don’t speak. I’ve been waiting for you to come home. You are late tonight. That cannot be tolerated. “A blindfold is placed over her eyes. She feels his hand pull her to a stool. “Sit”. She does as he says. She hears a drawer open, he is looking for something. Wishing she could see what he is looking for, wanting to ask questions. She fears it would only add to her looming punishment, so she remains silent. The sound of the fridge door opening and closing behind her makes her wonder. She then hears what sounds like cutting. He has a knife. She sits uneasily in her seat. “Take a bite.” She opens her mouth. It is sweet, a strawberry. Next is some melon, it is juicy. It runs down her chin. “Wipe your chin with your finger. “ “Taste the sticky sweetness.” She does as he instructs. Licking one finger and then the other. He kisses her. His tongue longing for a taste. The kissing becomes more intense. “You feel warm.” She feels a cold, hard object to her face. She realizes it is the knife. He runs it down her cheek, lightly over her lips. She pulls back. Again she hears “Shh. You will like this he told her.” She feels the knife run down her neck onto her chest. One by one she feels her blouse buttons popping as he cuts each, exposing her lace corset underneath. “Oh My, I think someone has had some naughty intentions all along to wear such lingerie.” You feel your face redden, as you know he is correct. You feel the knife again, down the corset and towards your skirt. “What else do we have on?” The knife runs down to the knees and you feel the skirt lift up, exposing thigh highs, a garter belt and no panties. She thinks of what he will do, now that he sees she has no panties. She will be punished for sure. “No panties? My little slut, waiting for whom? Longing for whom?” The knife runs up the thighs and she feels the cold blade press against her. He pulls the blade away to find the blade wet with her juices. She knows how nervous she is and yet she is turned on as well. She has never felt such sensations on her skin. “Stand up” He guides her closer to the island. She feels the cold tile against her skin through her lace corset. It excites her. She can feel her nipples become erect. What will he think she wonders again? “My slut, since you seem to like wearing such lingerie, I want you to take off your blouse and your skirt. Show them to me. I know you intended for someone to see them or you wouldn’t have worn them. She tugs at her open blouse and it falls down over her shoulders, her arms, and her hands…puddling to the floor. Next is the skirt, you unzip the back and without much force it too is in a heap on top of the blouse. You stand there, shivering, shaking, some fear, some cold. Not knowing what is next. “My pretty slut. How inviting you look.” She feels the knife again as he runs it up and down her body. All over. Cold and hard. “You left the house in such clothes slut; you know this is for my eyes only. You must be punished.” The knife moves away from her skin. She hears him set it down. “Lean against the tile again.” She leans, to feel the familiar cold tile on her breasts, cold and inviting. She feels wetter, not knowing how all of this could be turning her on when she knows she is awaiting her fate. She hears a drawer open and close again. He moves back near her. His hand runs up her back, to her hair. He moves her hair from the back or her neck. He lays a warm, kiss. She feels a yank to her hair as he pulls her head down towards the counter. “One for each item of clothing you have worn and two for each you haven’t is all he said.” You are not sure what he means. Then a sting comes over your body as your naked bottom has been hit. You now understand what he means as the blows come again and again. You yell out again and again. Tears well up in your eyes. She feels hurt that he could do such a thing to her and yet she can feel wet between her legs. She somehow felt turned on again. How could she feel this way? Such pain. Nothing she has ever felt before. He kisses her neck again and whispers in her ear. “My slut. There is more to come.” She feels her clothes dropped into her hands and he grabs her by the arm and leads her through the house. He sits her on a cold, chair. It hurts to sit but somehow the cold feels good on the stings for your earlier punishment. “Clasp your hands.” She does as she is told. He proceeds to tie them together. He then moves her feet apart and feels each one tied to the chair leg. You wish you could see. What more could he do to you. “My slut, what you have felt was only the beginning. “ She hears footsteps move away from her and a door close. She is frightened and excited. Where did he go? Will he come back? What is to come? ---to be continued. |
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