Tuesday, December 15, 2015


"But girlfriends share everything!" she exclaimed. 
I rolled my eyes. 
"Keri, not boyfriends!"

Keri was the wild woman of our friends group. I was the laid back non-judgmental type, therefore I was lucky enough to hear all the torrid particulars of her escapades. She confessed every small detail to me, out of earshot of our other friends.  I was supposed to listen supportively or even be slightly titillated by her revelations. I was often aroused by her admissions but tried hard to seem disinterested. The truth was that I loved her stories and secretly longed to be the one who was completely uninhibited. It wasn’t that I was a prude or anything like that, I had my fun, but it was nothing like what Keri experienced.  Lately every time we were together she would bring up this new boyfriend she was dating.  She called him The Fucker more often then she used his name.  Out with our girlfriends she and I would wander off to the bathroom or up to the bar together and she would say something like “Damn I can barely walk.” To which I was supposed to feign concern and ask, “Why Keri? What happened?”  Then she would begin telling me about the previous night’s session with The Fucker. 
He didn't get his nickname because he was a bad guy or anything but instead, she swore that he was the best fuck she ever had, and Keri had a lot of fucks. 
“So last night we came to pick me up,” she began “and as soon as I got into the car he reached across the seat and gripped my mound in his palm and said, ' I couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy all day.  I don’t want to wait, I need you here.'  And I…” 
  I interrupted, “Wait, didn't he pick you up at work?”
Keri nodded proudly at me, grinning.  I arched my brow and urged her storytelling forward with a raise of my chin.  
“So the feeling of his hand cupping me there, though the fabric of my pants... I swear I could feel his calluses, it made me instantly needy and...” 
  I interrupted again “When aren’t you horny? I swear!” 
She continued “Good point. So we both started looking around, and the only think I could come up with is the stairwell of the parking garage.”
 I interrupted again “Ew Keri, they smell like piss!”
She clarified for me, “No no, this one is nice, carpeted and stuff, it has doors to the main building on each floor.  It has potted plants and you have to use a key card for each floor.  Anyhow, so in we went, opting to just utilize the steps right at the ground floor where he picked me up. In no time my pants were around my ankles, I was bent forward up the steps and he was behind me with one hand on the railing, drilling me deep. His rhythm was speeding up and was doing that dipping thing with his hips and his dick was going up tapping my insides, right in that spot! I was thinking, I am going to explode and make a puddle on this carpet… then, the door opened.”
 I nodded. 
As Keri rambled I was thinking about The Fucker and his amazing cock hitting me right up in The Spot.  Keri paused for a second and looked into my face. No doubt she could read my expression perfectly. Then she continued on with her story. 
“I started to raise up and tried to glance back at who had just come in but The Fucker grabbed my ponytail and said, 'no, I am not done'.  He just kept fucking me, now even deeper and harder like he liked being watched! I heard a male voice clear his throat behind me and The Fucker thrust even harder before telling the guy, 'one sec bro'. I hated when he talked like that but shit he fucked so well that I forgave him.  So I feel his body tremble and then, I swear, it felt like his dick grew an inch inside me. He let go of my pony tail, but at this point I didn’t want to look who it was, I was, like out of my body or something, and he slides his palm across my ass cheek and rests his thumb on my asshole, I felt a gob of spit dribble down my crack and...”
“Geezus Keri, it could have been your boss or whatever!” my eyes widened but my panties dampened thinking about getting bred like a bitch in public view. 
Keri just smirked at me, “So he pushes his thumb into my ass and I feel him twist his hand so that his thumb is rubbing his dick as he thrusts.  That’s it, I erupt and juices pour down my leg.  I can’t help but start making noises as I cum and ... “
“Noooo Keri, not the grunting, not the pig noises!” I exclaimed laughing. 
She smiled and took a sip of her cocktail before going on with the story.  I could see she was enjoying drawing this out and "bothering" me. 
  “Well, they aren’t exactly like, pig noises, I told you that’s just what one guy said.  Anyhow, The Fucker started swearing, that's when I know he is close, he said 'You fucking cum gobbling slut, goddamn, your cunt is going to…' and he was practically yelling when he said 'turn around and eat my load!'  And I spun around, still in my work blouse but my pants were wet around my ankles and locked my lips onto his dick, slurped down a thick hot load. At the exact moment I felt the first spray of jizz, my eyes looked up to see the guy who works at the smoothie shop in lobby of the building. I get a smoothie from him practically every day! “
She continued "And The Fucker empties in my mouth and I open wide and show him the cum on my tongue.” 
“What the hell Keri?! The smoothie guy is watching and you decide now is the perfect time to pull out the porno moves?”
Keri laughed at me and said “Girl, every time is the perfect time to pull out the porno moves!”
She went back to sipping her drink and turned her body away from me and rested her elbow on the bar.  I stepped back, wrinkled my forehead and I shook my head at her, but she wasn't looking at me anymore.  I disn't want to ask but I was dying to know what happened next.  I was quiet for about five minutes then I gave up, leaned toward her and said, “I am going to pee.” Once I was out of earshot I said "Tease."
 I was wet with need.  I was horny as hell and was thinking about being fucked deep while the smoothie guy watched.  Once in the stall I fingered my pussy and rubbed my throbbing clit.  In passing I thought I can’t remember the last time I came. The orgasm came quickly but brought little relief.  I needed a Fucker in my life. 

I stepped out of the stall to find Keri leaning on the bathroom wall waiting for me.  I thought, oh god, what did she hear?  Her arms were crossed and she was smiling, “So, how bout it? Do you want to help me fuck him?”  

Thursday, August 13, 2015


She was 47 years old, her husband of 20 years was 50.  She read in one of her women’s magazines that she was at her sexual peak.  She thought about this a lot.  She believed it because every day she woke up horny and throughout the day she had difficulty pushing the dirty thoughts from her mind.  She fantasized as she drove to work, she visualized the Starbucks barrista naked, she imaged her coworkers hitting on her, she thought about quickies during lunch breaks.  She had gotten into the habit of masturbating while she drove in the car, her Bluetooth hooked up to the Audible app on her phone.  The Actors voices, recounting erotic stories, could be faintly heard by other drivers as she sat at red lights, one hand buried up under her wool suit skirt. 

At home her hunger was insatiable and her husband tried to satisfy her desires.  Sometimes felt bad for him because as he worked from home, her demands cut into his work time and he ended up having to work late into the night.  Every morning she woke up wet with need and turned to her husband and gently guided his head under the covers. While she got ready for work, sliding on stockings, heels tight pencil skirts and clingy blouses made her feel even more need and she called him away from his desk.  Some days she begged for him to deliver her lunch at work, just so she could have lunch time release.  After dinner and a glass of wine she ached to be filled and seduced him at the dining room table. He had been taking Viagra like a daily vitamin since she reached this sexual peak. 

On their anniversary she brought home a dildo and asked her husband to facilitate double penetration. The cock was 10 inches and dark in skin tone.  She knelt, doggie style, in front of him and pushed her wide ass into the air. He noticed she had the red satin panties and bra he had bought her for the previous anniversary, He looked down at the most recent anniversary gift in his hand.  He was very hard. He pulled the panties down but left them bunched around her thighs. He knew she liked this feeling of being restricted by pulled down panties.  He thought about her getting fucked by a stranger in a public place, skirt up, and panties down, and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Her ass cheeks were alabaster and smooth and the crevice of her ass was a glorious landscape he ached to explore. He dragged on finger down her ass crack barely parting the fatty flesh. She arched and pushed against him.  She widened her stance and with her curved back, her thick cunt lips were visible and slightly parted.  He dragged his finger down lower and pressed into her folds and found her ready and damp. He dipped two fingers into her with little resistance.  He raised the black dildo and pressed its thick head to her slickness and began to push.  Her lips drew in and he found resistance.  Watching, so closely, her flesh stretch for another cock, rubber or not, made him ache.  His free hand clasped his shaft and began to slowly stroke himself. He pulled the dildo back and saw that her juices clung to the end of the rubber cock.  He repeated his movement, pushing the thick head into her slickness and it started to enter.  Her folds stretched around it, her skin taunt and she let out a guttural moan. He wanted her filled.  She wanted to be filled.  He pulled it out and back in until all ten inches had disappeared into her body.  His mouth was agape as he saw the dildo’s wrinkly balls pressed up against her swollen cunt.  He never remembered being this turned on.  She rocked pushing back, spurring him on.  She wanted it hard and fast. He began pistoning the dildo into her sopping hole as she was making grunting animal-like noises.  Her animal side had taken over.  He raised up on one foot and aimed his cock for her asshole.  He leaned his body over her thrashing body, pinning her to still her and pushed his hips into her, gliding his cock, wet with his own desire, into her snug cavity.  It squeezed around him, pinching his dick in a way that made his head spin.  He had never fucked such tightness.  She was both unyielding and completely accessible. She reached between her legs and grasped the base of the dildo and began rocking it in and out of her drenched hole.  She began her wail again and he felt her inside spasm and the rubber dick moving in the adjacent void.  Her tightening milked him and he emptied into her asshole at the moment that he felt a torrent of her juices erupt onto his thigh and foot planted onto the bed underneath her heaving body.

This became their standard husband and wife love making ritual.  During one occasion, he pulled the dildo out of her pussy with a wet sucking noise and buried his face into her swollen, hot, well fucked hole.  He feasted on the meaty flesh and tenderly kissed her raw lips, tasting his own juices as they dribbled down along her taint.  He discovered that their mingled flavors and her thick used cunt in his mouth instantly returned his desire and without thinking he came again, into the sheets as he humped his hips in the rhythm of his sucking mouth. She smiled at him. “I want it honey. I want it for real.”  He was spent but he looked up at her and he said “I want it too.”

Sunday, August 02, 2015


"It's embarrassing." he said, turning his face away from me.  I laughed out loud and took a sip from my straw.  "Mmmmm, this place has excellent margaritas."
"I told ya" he replied.
"Ok, I'm here, just tell me."  I looked directly in his eyes and cocked a brow waiting.
He began his story, hesitating after every few words. His face was beet red and his leg was rocking against the bar stool. When he finished I laughed again.  "Fucking panties?  She broke up with you over fucking panties!?"
Rick was a regular guy, he was ruggedly handsome but thin and wiry. We worked together but didn't really get too personal usually.  He had been in a committed, hetero, seemingly boring relationship since I first met him.  This was our first time letting our guard down with each other. He was sad and more than distracted at work earlier and I had offered to grab a drink with him.  
He nodded. "Fucking panties!" I leaned in and gave him a hug.
"You don't think it's weird, you don't think I'm weird?" he asked.
I raised my face after another deep suck on the straw, pulling the last few drops of the delicious drink into my mouth.  I shook my head no.
"Look Rick, I don't know if you know this about me but I am a very kinky girl."  I sang the last three words.
He finished the sentence "The kind you don't take home to mother?"
"Exactly." I confirmed.

Some boyfriends play in a band during their free time, others have time consuming hobbies, some surf porn but Rick always insisted on doing him and his girlfriend's laundry.  He always did it while she was not home or late at night while she was sleeping.  Sometimes he woke up really early and did it while she was still sleeping.  He enjoyed doing laundry.  One morning she woke up early and found Rick in the laundry room, he was sitting on the warm dryer.  He was naked except for a pair of her dirty panties, he had his feet propped on the wall opposite the dryer and he was masturbating.  Specifically he was rubbing the silky panty fabric against his asshole with one hand and was tugging on his cock which was dangling out the side of the elastic leg hole with the other.  I didn't find out the specifics until later when I insisted on he reenact the scene.
Rick enjoyed sexual relationships with women but this masturbation ritual was his ultimate release. Or he thought it was his ultimate release until he realized that with the right, (kinky) woman he could have both. Rick began at an early age, using his mothers panties first.  At college he couldn't sit on the dryer but stole panties from the basement laundry room, trying to grab a pair out of a recently started washer before they got too wet, and headed to a dorm room shower stall. He liked the dirty panties the best but found that the wet soapy ones he stole in college worked out well too.
As we talked about his fetish I grew more and more eager, gesticulating with my hands and my voice rising and falling in excitement.  After the third margarita I asked him to come home with me. Once there I slipped off my jeans so he could see my panties. They were lacy and cherry red with ribbons across the ass giving you a glimpse of my substantial ass cleavage.
"You've been wearing them all day?" He questioned. I nodded and smiled.  He reached down and re-positioned himself.  I grinned at him.  I paraded around the house, giving him a quick tour and shaking my ass, teasing him along the way.  I ended the tour in the laundry room.  My dryer did not face a wall, but a sink, and I pointed out, the perfect distance for a tall man to place his feet against while sitting on the dryer.  I reached over and turned it on. It began humming its rotating tune. Rick groaned.  I giggled.  I slipped my ass up onto the counter next to the sink, pressing my thighs tight, then opening them.  I dragged a finger up my thigh and across the crotch of my panties.
"Oh god" he croaked.
"Want 'em?" I teased.
"Oh yes, fuck yeah... you are so hot, I swear, did i die and go to heaven?"
"Corny!" I giggled again.
"I don't mean to be" he explained,"but honestly, before tonight I have never even told anyone about what I like, and here I am, totally accepted, but more than that, I am sharing this with someone! I am so excited right now Mia, you have no idea."
I began wiggling the panties down my thighs.  "How about you show me then..."

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


She sat with her feet curled under her ass on the leather sofa.  She had on a tank top and panties.  In the large leather recliner he was watching Anthony Bourdain talk about eating snakes in Indonesia.  She had no interest in seeing that.  She had her laptop on her lap and was scrolling through recent messages.  She giggled at one then kept reading. A notification sound pinged and she clicked to read the instant message.  She laughed heartily this time and her fingers began clicking on the keyboard.  This back and forth, ping, laugh, clicking went on a half a dozen times before he clicked the pause button on the remote and turned to look at her. 

His chin lowered and he glared, she did not look up but continued to type. Finally he cleared his throat then asked “What is so amusing over there?” His voice was humorless.  Guiltily she looked up, suddenly realizing he had paused the culinary adventure he was so raptly engrossed in minutes before.  “Oh sorry” she said, “It’s one of my boys.”  He groaned.
 “Subbies?”  he questioned. She nodded, her fingers frozen above the keyboard.
 “I don’t get it” He replied shaking his head.
 “No” she said, you wouldn’t.”  
Their eyes were frozen on each other for a second.  Then he asked “What is it he wants?”
Before answering she perked up, shifting her body. He noted her enthusiasm for the topic as she began replying, “There are two in my IM box now, one, Steve…” 
He interrupted, “Ew, I don’t want to know their names…”Her computer kept pinging with more messages.
“Ok” she began again.  “This one is into feet.  He is asking for a session where he can massage and jack off onto my pretty toes. 
He shook his head before saying “Your feet are lovely, but Geez!  What about the other?”
She said one word, “Sissy”. Her computer pinged twice in a row. He face melted into disgust then he shook his head.  “And they know you’re a subbie slut?”
She nodded her head in affirmation.  “They love that I am a slut.” 
He looked at her curled up on his couch, her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her tank top. He thought about her sluttiness, the way she embraced it, even the pride in which she declared it. He thought about her willingness to please and serve, her ability to milk the cum from his balls.  He was hard. 
He stood up and unzipped his jeans letting them fall to the floor.  He walked over the back of the couch where she sat and put his hand on her shoulder. “Invite them” he ordered and continued “but turn your fucking notifications off”.
Her laptop screen opened for cam viewing.  His fingers wrapped around her throat as she turned to head toward his cock.  She began worshipping his cock as the viewing windows began opening. He ordered her eyes up.  He was pumping in and out of her wet throat making her gag then pulling out to feed her his balls and twisting her head to press her mouth to his ass then returning to pumping her throat. She struggled but maintained eye contact except for during the deep gagging.  She was rather good at blowjobs and he didn’t last long. 
When he was ready to cum he pushed her face close to the camera and let his long ropey jets of cum splatter her face and neck and onto her lips and outstretched tongue. Then he said “Leave it”. 

She wiped her hands on her tank top and began once again to click away on the keyboard.  

Wednesday, March 04, 2015


She shivered.  It was a little too cold for her comfort especially without clothing.  She tried to stay out of her head.  She practiced her meditation techniques, focused on her breathing. The concrete floor of the garage radiated coldness. She had a thin yoga mat under her knees, this she was allowed. Her hands lightly rested on her knees. She kept being pulled from her breathing to the cold metal around her neck.  She would retune her mind and breathing each time it happened. He had explained that this bit of discomfort helped her transition from her day alone to her night with him. 

He arrived home every day between 5 and 6pm so the most she had to wait was an hour.  He always called her if the wait would be longer than an hour.  She followed all his commands because this is what she wanted. After a life of stress and accountability, this release from responsibility gave her the mental clarity she needed.  Now she had only one duty.  Him. 

Her days were busy with the management of his home.  She competed the tasks that kept the place neat and comfortable and organized. She prepared menus according to his likes and needs which he would approve or send back to her for revision. The skills of her past career also gave her the capability of helping him with his business affairs. She replied to his emails using the title “executive assistant”. Throughout the day she would receive text messages from him clarifying his desires, giving her additional instructions or just to say hello.  Usually twice a day he would video chat with her.  Sometimes it was to inspect her tasks and other times it was because he wanted to inspect her body.  There were security cameras around the house.  He made it no secret that he watched her and sometimes he would tell her to perform sex acts on herself while he watched from these grainy cameras.  On some occasions he would replay these videos for her on the projection screen, having her pay close attention to the way her body moved.  She had his dog for company, a long legged Weimeraner that followed her from room to room. 

She had the option of having two days off a week, these were during the hours of his work, usually 8am to 5pm. On these day she could leave the house and meet with friends and family or take care of personal business.  These were the days she used to renew her driver’s license, celebrate birthdays with friends or see the dentist.  She didn't always take advantage of both days off. She truly enjoyed the solitude of the life she was leading as his slave. 

Early on they both recognized that they had something out of the ordinary. They worked in the same field and knew each other professionally but worked for different companies.  She would see him at conferences where, at the end of the day they often ended up sitting side by side in the hotel bar at the end of the day.   She had never met a man capable of ignoring her womanly good looks while still making her feel highly desirable. Before meeting him she was used to the attendees of these male dominated conferences all vying her a chance in her hotel bed. He made it clear that he was not going to compete, but he would take her to bed. He pulled out her chair and took her hand and led her to his room guiding her with his palm in the small of her back.  In his room he sat in the big chair in the corner with the lights of the city glittering around him and nodded to the wine on the desk. She poured two glasses and delivered one to him.  She sat lightly on the bed and he shook his head.  She stood and looked around the room. His eyes traveled to the floor at his feet.  From that moment on she craved him. This went on for a couple of years.  They never spoke away from the events. After that first time she made sure that she was at every industry conference.

For two years they met at these conferences, approximately 8 times a year. On those 15 encounters she allowed him to do things to her, and she did things that she never imagined doing, ever. Each weekend with him was two nights of pure pleasure, cruelty and happiness for her. For the other 700 days of those two years she longed for his touch.  She took that time to read about bondage, discipline, sadism, submission, spanking, anal training, masochism, medical play, and more.  She joined online forums, quietly lurking while she attempted to understand what it was that she felt for this man.  At the end of a conference on July 16th, 2013 in Philadelphia he asked her to meet him for breakfast in the hotel restaurant.  They had never shared a meal outside of a hotel room.  He told her what she had wanted to hear for a long while.  He would like her to become his slave. 

He had done the research before handing her a slave contract. He had done an extensive back ground check on her, he knew everything about her and had for a long time. He was well aware of her internet searches and research.  Before he brought up becoming her Master he was able to relocate to a city not far from where she lived since his corporation had offices all over the United States.  He set up the household with her in mind. He took his responsibility toward her very seriously. 

 The creak of the garage door opener brought her back to her senses as it always did.  His headlights glared in her face.  She stayed on the floor inside the doorway to the house until her came to her side, his jacket slung over his shoulder and placed his hand on her head, petting her. She lowered her face to his foot and kissed the leather of his shoe. He leaned over the tugged on the collar around her neck and pulled her to his arms, hugging her cold body.  She involuntarily shivered. “It won’t be winter much longer.” Their relationship was full of brutality and passion.

She followed him into the bedroom and undressed him. As his work clothes came off, his cock lengthened, almost instinctual. Before bringing his jeans to him she waiting patiently at his feet.  He looked down at her pale naked body, her breasts soft and round and only a little pendulous for a 40 year old. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward and grasped her nipples and pulled them away from her body and twisted.  She gasped but kept her body still. His cock twitched at her gasp and her eyes darted from her knees to his dick.  He released one tit and it bounced against her body as he slapped her face.  At the slap and tit bounced his cock twitched again but this time she did not let her eyes avert. The view of her stretched tit bouncing back into shape was so appealing he spent the next few minutes tugging and twisting and releasing her large breasts, eliciting a gasp from her each time. Her body was hot and her breath was becoming ragged.  She could not see it but his cock was thick and hard standing up from his lap. Finally, with both tits firmly gripped he pulled harder and harder until, with a squeal, she was lifted from her kneeling position and he released her right tit and guided her head to his lap. He dug his finger into the corner of her mouth prying her mouth wide and thrusting his cock into her wet mouth, jabbing it quickly in and out. His finger kept her from being able to close and suck or to swallow the saliva that oozed and dripped.  He commanded her to put her hand on the drool covered shaft and he pushed her head to his balls and she stroked him while lapping at his balls. He laid back onto the bed while she suckled and slide her tongue against the wrinkly flesh of his balls. Periodically his hand would grip her hair and pull her face onto his shaft for a thrust or two then push her face back to his balls.  She knew his body perfectly so when he was about to cum she raised her mouth to the head and sucked the cum into her throat as he ejaculated. He pulled her next to him and kissed her lips before she got up to gather his clothing. 

His plate was set on the table and hers was on the floor. She was prevented from using her hands so she always cut her food into small pieces while she prepared the plates.  He had her positioned so that her ass was in the air facing him and he stared intently as she lowered her face to take bites. Occasionally before he finished eating he would rise from the table and come to her to grip her ass, spank her or slip a finger in. He loved her ass. If he got up from the table before he was finished she was quite pleased, knowing that her behavior pleased and enticed him. If after dinner, instead of retiring to his study for a few hours to finish up work, he grabbed the leash from where it hung by the French doors to the yard and clipped it to her collar, she was elated because she knew that he wanted her so badly that he was willing to deviant from his routine.

On this night he went directly to the hook and grabbed the leash.  He clipped it to her collar and led her to the backdoor.  His dog darted out into the yard without a leash.  He led her to a grassy patch and told her to tinkle.  He dropped down and crouched behind her and told her once more to tinkle.  He leaned sideways and he and the dog watched as she released a stream of piss onto the grass. He led her back into the house, in the light she saw the tent in the front of his pants.  He went to the kitchen and brought her a damp paper towel and she wiped herself and he took it and threw it into the trash.  Then he led her toward the door to the basement.

 He had a padded leather bench and positioned her face down.  Her head was lifted into a padded cushion that her chin rested on and her forehead was pulled back with a padded strap.  Her mouth could not fully close and her head was perpendicular to her body.  Her legs were spread and knees strapped to either side of the bench. Both her asshole and pussy were presented this way.  Her tits hung on either side of the bench which narrowed at her chest for this reason. Her hands her often left free so that she could reach back and spread herself or use her hands on his cock. The whole apparatus raised and lowered smoothly with a floor pedal. This was only one piece of equipment he kept in his basement.

She felt something cold against her pussy, then pushed in.  It was slippery with lube of some sort.  It went into her hole and she heard a click and knew immediately that it was a speculum.  He loved to open her wide. Once her felt her pussy stretched he came to her head and she used her hands to open his jeans and pull out his cock. He pressed it to her lips and she began sucking the head as he slowly spoke.

“You’re a dirty little breeding bitch. I saw the way you ate your food, winking your hole at me, arching your back, showing your willingness to be mounted.  I saw when you flexed and tightened your cunt when you squatted in the yard.  Are you in heat?”

He pushed his cock deep into her throat as she attempted to answer him with a yes Sir.  All she managed was to groan and blow spit bubbles around the shaft and struggle to nod. He held his cock deep in her throat until she convulsed and he slipped his slime covered cock out of her mouth as a stream of stomach bile dripped down onto the floor.  He pushed back into her mouth and pumped in and out, the only sound was her grunts, his balls against her chin and the squishy wetness.  When he pulled his heavy thickened shaft from her mouth her replaced it with a mouth spreader.  He loved to use apparatus’ to open her wide. He touched the pedal on the floor and the bench lowered slightly.  He grabbed her hand and guided it to her ass, she gripped her cheek and spread her ass.  He rested his wet dick against her crevice and slipped his thumb into the tight puckered hole.  This was his favorite place to ejaculate and he used her ass often. It was well trained to accept him.  He used his other hand to begin smacking the cheeks. He reddened one cheek then he focused on the other cheek until it matched in redness.  It provoked him to see the reddening cheeks and feel her clinching with each smack of her ass.  His cock oozed a puddle of pre-cum onto the crack of her ass.  He leaned his body back and pushed into her tightest hole. 

She cleaned up then waited for him in bed as he locked up the house. He pulled back the covers and sat next to her on the bed. He lightly dragged his fingertips along her arms and worked his way to her chest and down her belly.  Her nipples tensed and her body responded immediately to his touch. As he caressed her skin he asked her the questions that he asked her every night.  This was when he wanted totally honesty.  “What worked for you today?  What didn't work for you today?”  She told him about her difficulty with the cold in the garage. He told her that he had already ordered a heated dog bed for her to wait on.  He saw her smile in the moonlit room.  She told him that she enjoyed the humiliation of being treated like a dog.  He laughed and said “I know”.  She listened as he told her that he didn't like the salad dressing she had made but very much liked how open and willing her asshole had become.  She told him that she had been working hard training. He said “I know, at work I have been watching you, on camera, use the plugs.  She moaned softly.  He called her an exhibitionist slut as his hand slipped between her thighs.  She opened her legs and closed her eyes as his expert fingers started to bring her pleasure. “Is there anything else you need to tell me or ask me?” he said and one finger, then two slipped into her and then twisted.  “Yes”, she replied gasping.  “I love you.”