Good Times With A Divorcee
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Marcy was deep in thought as she left her lawyer’s office and nearly missed her exit on the freeway. She wasn’t depressed or even slightly saddened about her divorce. She knew it was a mistake for both him and her, and they now both had an opportunity now to live the lives they really wanted. Her former husband was the type of man that many women seem to want, and she realized that her family might not understand why she left him. However, in marriage she discovered how quickly life could become mundane. They went to work, they came home, they had dinner and drinks, and were generally in bed early. Their sex life had gone from once a day, to once a week, to once a month. When she had brought up ideas about spicing up their love life she was met with hard resistance from her mate, and so love making had become dull and obligatory for her. She found herself no longer wanting sex from her husband, and whatever connection they had when they were married was long gone. Some women perhaps could exist in a loveless, sexless marriage; but not Marcy. It was time for her to breakout and take control of her dormant sexuality.
As she pulled into the parking lot of her new apartment she was excited about the possibilities. While she didn’t want to jump into another relationship, she was thinking about how empowered she felt. She could now have a man any time she wanted, and while she didn’t consider herself to be the promiscuous type, she certainly was going to play the field for a while. She smiled to herself as she thought about fulfilling her many fantasies that she had repressed during her years of marriage.
She entered her apartment and went straight to the wine rack. She opened a bottle a poured herself a glass of cabernet, kicked off her shoes, and took a seat by her computer. While she was married, she never intentionally visited adult websites, but now things were different. She would now do what she damn pleased all the time. She wanted to know if there were others out there who shared her kinky fantasies, and more importantly, how to go about meeting someone who shared her interests.
“What is it I’m looking for?” she thought to herself.
She browsed several adult sites, and by the time she had finished her first glass she realized the kinds of images and stories that were turning her on. In the search bar she typed, “female domination”, and the search yielded hundreds of results. One link led to another which led to another. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused from viewing pictures of dominant females with submissive men, especially those pictures where the men were experiencing obvious physical pain on behalf of their Mistress. She felt herself becoming wet as she fantasized about having a slave who would be on his knees ready to serve her in any way and would accept any punishment that she saw fit.
She poured herself a second glass, and retrieved a pen and a pad of sticky notes. As she went through the images, she made a list of things that turned her on: bondage, chastity, corporal punishment, strap-ons, humiliation, cbt… the list kept growing and growing until she had five sticky notes filled with fetishes. Most of her kinks were rooted in female domination; however, she also recognized that she liked a good, hard fucking from time to time, and having intercourse with her slave wasn’t something she was interested in. She had been faithfully monogamous in her marriage, but now considered the benefits of having different kinds of men compartmentalized into different roles in her life. She resolved that she would have a cuckold slave to feed her lust for domination, but also take physically gifted lovers to satisfy her needs sexually.
She found a BDSM dating site that catered to dominant females and submissive males, and she began perusing profiles of potential slaves. There were thousands of submissive men to choose from, so she entered the information she had written down on the sticky pads, along with age, location, and marital status to filter the results. The profile of “david” came to the top.
She looked over his profile and pictures, and read a few of his erotic stories. She was pleased to learn that his fantasies were every bit as depraved as her own, and she was attracted to him physically as well. He was local and available. Above all, he appeared deeply submissive and she could envision herself taking full advantage of him without guilt. Along with being horny, Marcy was getting tipsy and she had no trouble summoning the courage to write him an introductory message.
“I’m a recently divorced dominant female seeking a cuckold slave. Your profile matches what I am looking for. You will clear your schedule and meet me tomorrow for dinner which of course you will be buying. Make reservations at 7:00 pm at the steak and chop house on Lamar in Dallas. You will also bring me a box of assorted chocolates and a dozen red roses. Your homework is to write me one thousand words in your own handwriting on why you would be a good slave for me. Respond to this message no later than noon tomorrow, or else you will be disqualified for consideration. Ms. Marcy.”
Marcy had never spoken to any man in such a commanding fashion, but it thrilled her to do so even if it were only in print. There was a picture of david naked on his hands and knees on his profile, and as she stared at it she thought about all the different things she could do to him. She finished her wine, retreated to the bedroom, and took off her clothes. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror and saw the reflection of a Goddess staring back at her. She reclined on the bed, opened her legs slightly and masturbated until she had climaxed. She had spent all afternoon and most of the evening on the computer, and the alcohol had taken its toll. Minutes later she was sound asleep.
The next morning Marcy woke up with a slight hangover, and shook her head as she reflected on how she spent her first day as a divorcee. She was sipping on coffee and watched the morning news on television when she remembered and blurted out loud, “Oh my God, I wrote that guy last night!”
She rushed to the computer and was prepared to write an apology for the presumptuous message, but when she entered the website there was a response from david waiting for her. It read as follows:
“Dear Ms. Marcy. I have written the essay as you instructed, and procured the roses and chocolates. I have made dinner reservations, and am excited about meeting you. My cell number and personal information is on the attachment. If you have any additional needs, please don’t hesitate to contact me. david”
In six years of marriage Marcy’s former husband had given her flowers only once, and he never bought her chocolates because he thought they would make her fat. His idea of a fancy dinner was taking her to a sports bar and ordering a plate of nachos. Marcy read david’s email over and over in disbelief wondering if it was real or not. She opened up the attachment and saw his full name, address, and cell phone number.
There had to be a catch. Maybe he was some kind of creep? She Googled him and found several pictures of him in a suit and tie at various civic functions. She compared it to the man pictured at the BDSM site and determined that it was the same person. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered if she was in over her head and that perhaps the best thing to do would be just back out.
She picked up her cell and dialed david’s number. A friendly voice picked up the phone and greeted her.
“Is this david? This is Marcy, I just want to say…”, she paused for a moment.
Marcy’s first impulse was to say that this had all be a terrible mistake, and to please understand that she had just gotten divorced and had a lot to drink when she wrote the email. However, she held her words.
In a soft deep voice david interjected, “Yes, this is david. Thank you so much for contacting me. I loved your message. It was so forceful and specific. I can’t wait to be in your physical presence.”
Physical presence? Marcy hadn’t sent him a picture of herself, so she wondered how he could be attracted to someone that he’d never seen before. Her message to david was more than forceful. To most people it would be considered both presumptuous and offensive. Yet there was something sincere in david’s voice that made her believe that his words were truthful. Maybe there really are men who enjoy being spoken to like that.
“Yes, david, about dinner tonight…”
“Yes, Ms Marcy, I am at your service.”
She liked the way he addressed her. It was respectful and obedient just like she had fantasized the previous day. She felt a sudden rush of excitement. Wine or no wine Marcy enjoyed the power, and at that moment abandoned all thoughts of backing out. The persona of being Marcy the dutiful apologetic wife disappeared, and her place arose Ms. Marcy, the sadistic cuckolding Domme. As she spoke to him, she felt herself ascending the throne.
“Shut the fuck up, david! Did I say you could speak? Be quiet and don’t interrupt. I’m going to send you my address and I want you to pick me up promptly at 6:00. You will wear a suit and look normal in every way except you will wear a pink necktie as a symbol of your submission to me. I expect to be treated like the Goddess that I am. Doors are to be opened for me, you stand behind me and push in my chair after I am seated at the dinner table, you will speak only when I allow you, and you will take care of my needs before your own. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Marcy.”
She was all in now. Her inner bitch was unleashed upon a man who was born to be abused. She was delighted with how she could say whatever she pleased without so much as a word of disagreement, as it had often been contentious with her previous husband. Marcy was also amazed at how natural it felt to dominate. The words began to flow unfiltered as she gave david a few things to think about.
“You interrupted me on the phone, david, and that’s disrespectful. Whenever I speak, I expect for you to keep your mouth closed and listen attentively to every word I say. You may never disagree with anything, and I will rarely seek your opinion. Here are your instructions for how to redeem yourself in my eyes. Go to your closet and select the thickest, heaviest belt you own and make sure you are wearing it tonight when you pick me up. When you arrive let yourself in, take off your jacket, remove your belt, and hand it to me with your head bowed. I will give you 50 hard lashes with your own belt, and I expect you to be absolutely silent during your punishment. This is how you will show me you can keep your mouth shut. At the end of the 50th stroke I will allow you the opportunity to apologize, and if I find it acceptable we will go to dinner. Goodbye.”
She hung up on him so as not to allow him a response. She was giggling in ecstasy in anticipation of whipping david’s ass with his own belt. She pictured it in her mind all day, and when 6:00 finally arrived there was a knock on her apartment door. Ms. Marcy unlocked the door but did not turn the knob, so that david would have to let himself in.
He entered with his head bowed shutting the door behind him. He removed his belt and waited silently for her approach. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few strategically placed candles so as to illuminate the location of furniture. She took the belt from david’s hands, and wrapped it around his neck making a makeshift collar and leash which choked him when she tugged at it. She led him to the living room, and positioned him to bend over at the side of the couch d****d over one of the armrests. She reached around to unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly and the pants fell to the ground. She examined his underwear and shook her head.
“This will be the last time you wear men’s underwear. Men’s underwear should be worn by real men. When you get home, throw them all out. You’ll be wearing the panties I select for you from now on.”
She yanked his underwear to his knees exposing his white bottom which shined in the darkness. In a way it was a pity to have to tear it up as she felt it was david’s best physical feature. She reached around to assess the condition of his cock and found it to be rock hard, but smaller than her former husband. It was going to be easy for her to cuckold david without guilt because his penis wasn’t enough to satisfy her during intercourse. She resolved he would be having his last erection for a long, long time tonight.
“I have neighbors and the belt landing on you is going to make a loud sound. I don’t think anyone is going to figure anything out unless you start making noise along with it. While I am punishing you I want you to think about what you did wrong today, and how things are going to be different in the future.”
She had never whipped a man’s ass before, but she really didn’t care if her technique was correct. She would be able to quickly figure out if it hurt or not, and adjust accordingly. She held the belt at her side shaking it a little, then snapping it a few times. It was a heavier belt than she expected which pleased her because she knew he was taking her seriously. Had he brought a lighter belt she would have doubled his punishment. She wanted the lashes to land with impact and leave deep ugly bruises which would remind him of his transgressions later.
She let the first stroke fly and it missed david’s ass instead landing on the side of his hip. He flinched but remained silent as a long red welt appeared wrapping from the front of his hip to the side. She liked the wrap around effect and began whipping him from different angles to maximize the length of the bruises. At thirty strokes david’s ass was a mess of red raised welts and he was crying softly into the sofa cushions, but Ms. Marcy was having the time of her life. In addition to the physical beating she inflicted, she gave him a mental flogging which was even more intense. She spoke softly, but her words were powerful and cut to the quick.
“Your mommy did this to you, didn’t she? She raised her little pussy david to be a pathetic excuse of a man. You got a lot of spankings from her when you were a c***d, right? Do you want to know something? I think your mother knew exactly what she was doing. You got beat up a lot in school. Everybody bullied you, took your homework, and stole your lunch money. You didn’t go to prom or homecoming because the girls wouldn’t be caught dead with you. You didn’t date much in college either, did you? One look at your cock and your date would burst out laughing. No women in her right mind would have you, so you turned to men, didn’t you? Only they weren’t interested in your little tool either. You learned how to suck cock, swallow cum, and take it up the ass!”
And so by the time the fiftieth stroke landed on david’s ass he was a pulp of quivering flesh. Ms. Marcy helped him to his feet, and gave him back his belt. She glanced at his cock and was pleased to see that david’s raging hardon was now shriveled and limp. She didn’t want him to enjoy it, and the most honest proof he didn’t was provided by his useless shaft dangling between his legs. However, before they would leave for the restaurant there was the matter of david’s apology which he would have to give to her satisfaction before he would be allowed to pull his pants back up. She gave him permission to speak, and she lifted his head to eye level so that she could better judge the sincerity of his apology in his face.
“I am deeply sorry for interrupting you today, Ms. Marcy. It will not happen again. I showed disrespect to you, and instead of kicking me to the curb you gave me a second opportunity to redeem myself. I will remember and cherish all of the fifty lashes that you gave to me this evening. Not only does it show that you are serious about following through with what you say, it demonstrates that you have high expectations for service. I apologize for getting us off on the wrong foot, and I thank you for holding me accountable.”
She nodded her head, and then turned away from him. She blew out the candles and turned on the lights so she could have a better look at him. In the light she stared at the brutality she bestowed on david’s once beautiful ass, and she wondered why a man would submit to that kind of abuse, but more importantly why did she get so much pleasure from inflicting it? The physical nature of dominating david had aroused her sexually, and the last time she had intercourse was months ago with her former husband. For a brief moment she considered having sex with david as a reward for enduring his punishment and apology. No, she was thinking differently now. Her new slave belonged in a chastity device, not her pussy. She had a better plan in mind.
“Pull your pants up, david, we are going to dinner. After we eat we’re going to an adult book store to get a cage for your cock and enough condoms to last the weekend, and then we’re going to a night club I know about on the West End that is notorious for having a clientele of hot, horny younger men. You’re going to help me find the biggest cock in the bar by hanging out in the men’s room and reporting sizes to me. I can take it from there.”
And so the couple went out for the evening and what a time Ms. Marcy had. At the adult book store Ms. Marci charged david’s credit card with thousands of dollars of sex toys, bondage gear, erotic wear, etc… More importantly she found the trophy cock she was looking for at the bar, and she had david drive while they sat in the back of his car making out along the way. While david spent a rough night on her couch sleeping on his side because of his severely whipped ass, Ms. Marci was screwing her lights out with her young amazing lover who made her cum over and over.
In the morning david drove her lover home while she slept. She was surprised to see him in her apartment when she finally woke up around noon. She’d whipped him, humiliated him, ****d his wallet, and banished him to the sofa. Yet there he was holding a fresh cup of coffee for her with a devoted look on his face. She thought about her former life, and shook her head in amazement.
She thought to herself, “If only I had done this sooner.”
As she pulled into the parking lot of her new apartment she was excited about the possibilities. While she didn’t want to jump into another relationship, she was thinking about how empowered she felt. She could now have a man any time she wanted, and while she didn’t consider herself to be the promiscuous type, she certainly was going to play the field for a while. She smiled to herself as she thought about fulfilling her many fantasies that she had repressed during her years of marriage.
She entered her apartment and went straight to the wine rack. She opened a bottle a poured herself a glass of cabernet, kicked off her shoes, and took a seat by her computer. While she was married, she never intentionally visited adult websites, but now things were different. She would now do what she damn pleased all the time. She wanted to know if there were others out there who shared her kinky fantasies, and more importantly, how to go about meeting someone who shared her interests.
“What is it I’m looking for?” she thought to herself.
She browsed several adult sites, and by the time she had finished her first glass she realized the kinds of images and stories that were turning her on. In the search bar she typed, “female domination”, and the search yielded hundreds of results. One link led to another which led to another. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused from viewing pictures of dominant females with submissive men, especially those pictures where the men were experiencing obvious physical pain on behalf of their Mistress. She felt herself becoming wet as she fantasized about having a slave who would be on his knees ready to serve her in any way and would accept any punishment that she saw fit.
She poured herself a second glass, and retrieved a pen and a pad of sticky notes. As she went through the images, she made a list of things that turned her on: bondage, chastity, corporal punishment, strap-ons, humiliation, cbt… the list kept growing and growing until she had five sticky notes filled with fetishes. Most of her kinks were rooted in female domination; however, she also recognized that she liked a good, hard fucking from time to time, and having intercourse with her slave wasn’t something she was interested in. She had been faithfully monogamous in her marriage, but now considered the benefits of having different kinds of men compartmentalized into different roles in her life. She resolved that she would have a cuckold slave to feed her lust for domination, but also take physically gifted lovers to satisfy her needs sexually.
She found a BDSM dating site that catered to dominant females and submissive males, and she began perusing profiles of potential slaves. There were thousands of submissive men to choose from, so she entered the information she had written down on the sticky pads, along with age, location, and marital status to filter the results. The profile of “david” came to the top.
She looked over his profile and pictures, and read a few of his erotic stories. She was pleased to learn that his fantasies were every bit as depraved as her own, and she was attracted to him physically as well. He was local and available. Above all, he appeared deeply submissive and she could envision herself taking full advantage of him without guilt. Along with being horny, Marcy was getting tipsy and she had no trouble summoning the courage to write him an introductory message.
“I’m a recently divorced dominant female seeking a cuckold slave. Your profile matches what I am looking for. You will clear your schedule and meet me tomorrow for dinner which of course you will be buying. Make reservations at 7:00 pm at the steak and chop house on Lamar in Dallas. You will also bring me a box of assorted chocolates and a dozen red roses. Your homework is to write me one thousand words in your own handwriting on why you would be a good slave for me. Respond to this message no later than noon tomorrow, or else you will be disqualified for consideration. Ms. Marcy.”
Marcy had never spoken to any man in such a commanding fashion, but it thrilled her to do so even if it were only in print. There was a picture of david naked on his hands and knees on his profile, and as she stared at it she thought about all the different things she could do to him. She finished her wine, retreated to the bedroom, and took off her clothes. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror and saw the reflection of a Goddess staring back at her. She reclined on the bed, opened her legs slightly and masturbated until she had climaxed. She had spent all afternoon and most of the evening on the computer, and the alcohol had taken its toll. Minutes later she was sound asleep.
The next morning Marcy woke up with a slight hangover, and shook her head as she reflected on how she spent her first day as a divorcee. She was sipping on coffee and watched the morning news on television when she remembered and blurted out loud, “Oh my God, I wrote that guy last night!”
She rushed to the computer and was prepared to write an apology for the presumptuous message, but when she entered the website there was a response from david waiting for her. It read as follows:
“Dear Ms. Marcy. I have written the essay as you instructed, and procured the roses and chocolates. I have made dinner reservations, and am excited about meeting you. My cell number and personal information is on the attachment. If you have any additional needs, please don’t hesitate to contact me. david”
In six years of marriage Marcy’s former husband had given her flowers only once, and he never bought her chocolates because he thought they would make her fat. His idea of a fancy dinner was taking her to a sports bar and ordering a plate of nachos. Marcy read david’s email over and over in disbelief wondering if it was real or not. She opened up the attachment and saw his full name, address, and cell phone number.
There had to be a catch. Maybe he was some kind of creep? She Googled him and found several pictures of him in a suit and tie at various civic functions. She compared it to the man pictured at the BDSM site and determined that it was the same person. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered if she was in over her head and that perhaps the best thing to do would be just back out.
She picked up her cell and dialed david’s number. A friendly voice picked up the phone and greeted her.
“Is this david? This is Marcy, I just want to say…”, she paused for a moment.
Marcy’s first impulse was to say that this had all be a terrible mistake, and to please understand that she had just gotten divorced and had a lot to drink when she wrote the email. However, she held her words.
In a soft deep voice david interjected, “Yes, this is david. Thank you so much for contacting me. I loved your message. It was so forceful and specific. I can’t wait to be in your physical presence.”
Physical presence? Marcy hadn’t sent him a picture of herself, so she wondered how he could be attracted to someone that he’d never seen before. Her message to david was more than forceful. To most people it would be considered both presumptuous and offensive. Yet there was something sincere in david’s voice that made her believe that his words were truthful. Maybe there really are men who enjoy being spoken to like that.
“Yes, david, about dinner tonight…”
“Yes, Ms Marcy, I am at your service.”
She liked the way he addressed her. It was respectful and obedient just like she had fantasized the previous day. She felt a sudden rush of excitement. Wine or no wine Marcy enjoyed the power, and at that moment abandoned all thoughts of backing out. The persona of being Marcy the dutiful apologetic wife disappeared, and her place arose Ms. Marcy, the sadistic cuckolding Domme. As she spoke to him, she felt herself ascending the throne.
“Shut the fuck up, david! Did I say you could speak? Be quiet and don’t interrupt. I’m going to send you my address and I want you to pick me up promptly at 6:00. You will wear a suit and look normal in every way except you will wear a pink necktie as a symbol of your submission to me. I expect to be treated like the Goddess that I am. Doors are to be opened for me, you stand behind me and push in my chair after I am seated at the dinner table, you will speak only when I allow you, and you will take care of my needs before your own. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Marcy.”
She was all in now. Her inner bitch was unleashed upon a man who was born to be abused. She was delighted with how she could say whatever she pleased without so much as a word of disagreement, as it had often been contentious with her previous husband. Marcy was also amazed at how natural it felt to dominate. The words began to flow unfiltered as she gave david a few things to think about.
“You interrupted me on the phone, david, and that’s disrespectful. Whenever I speak, I expect for you to keep your mouth closed and listen attentively to every word I say. You may never disagree with anything, and I will rarely seek your opinion. Here are your instructions for how to redeem yourself in my eyes. Go to your closet and select the thickest, heaviest belt you own and make sure you are wearing it tonight when you pick me up. When you arrive let yourself in, take off your jacket, remove your belt, and hand it to me with your head bowed. I will give you 50 hard lashes with your own belt, and I expect you to be absolutely silent during your punishment. This is how you will show me you can keep your mouth shut. At the end of the 50th stroke I will allow you the opportunity to apologize, and if I find it acceptable we will go to dinner. Goodbye.”
She hung up on him so as not to allow him a response. She was giggling in ecstasy in anticipation of whipping david’s ass with his own belt. She pictured it in her mind all day, and when 6:00 finally arrived there was a knock on her apartment door. Ms. Marcy unlocked the door but did not turn the knob, so that david would have to let himself in.
He entered with his head bowed shutting the door behind him. He removed his belt and waited silently for her approach. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few strategically placed candles so as to illuminate the location of furniture. She took the belt from david’s hands, and wrapped it around his neck making a makeshift collar and leash which choked him when she tugged at it. She led him to the living room, and positioned him to bend over at the side of the couch d****d over one of the armrests. She reached around to unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly and the pants fell to the ground. She examined his underwear and shook her head.
“This will be the last time you wear men’s underwear. Men’s underwear should be worn by real men. When you get home, throw them all out. You’ll be wearing the panties I select for you from now on.”
She yanked his underwear to his knees exposing his white bottom which shined in the darkness. In a way it was a pity to have to tear it up as she felt it was david’s best physical feature. She reached around to assess the condition of his cock and found it to be rock hard, but smaller than her former husband. It was going to be easy for her to cuckold david without guilt because his penis wasn’t enough to satisfy her during intercourse. She resolved he would be having his last erection for a long, long time tonight.
“I have neighbors and the belt landing on you is going to make a loud sound. I don’t think anyone is going to figure anything out unless you start making noise along with it. While I am punishing you I want you to think about what you did wrong today, and how things are going to be different in the future.”
She had never whipped a man’s ass before, but she really didn’t care if her technique was correct. She would be able to quickly figure out if it hurt or not, and adjust accordingly. She held the belt at her side shaking it a little, then snapping it a few times. It was a heavier belt than she expected which pleased her because she knew he was taking her seriously. Had he brought a lighter belt she would have doubled his punishment. She wanted the lashes to land with impact and leave deep ugly bruises which would remind him of his transgressions later.
She let the first stroke fly and it missed david’s ass instead landing on the side of his hip. He flinched but remained silent as a long red welt appeared wrapping from the front of his hip to the side. She liked the wrap around effect and began whipping him from different angles to maximize the length of the bruises. At thirty strokes david’s ass was a mess of red raised welts and he was crying softly into the sofa cushions, but Ms. Marcy was having the time of her life. In addition to the physical beating she inflicted, she gave him a mental flogging which was even more intense. She spoke softly, but her words were powerful and cut to the quick.
“Your mommy did this to you, didn’t she? She raised her little pussy david to be a pathetic excuse of a man. You got a lot of spankings from her when you were a c***d, right? Do you want to know something? I think your mother knew exactly what she was doing. You got beat up a lot in school. Everybody bullied you, took your homework, and stole your lunch money. You didn’t go to prom or homecoming because the girls wouldn’t be caught dead with you. You didn’t date much in college either, did you? One look at your cock and your date would burst out laughing. No women in her right mind would have you, so you turned to men, didn’t you? Only they weren’t interested in your little tool either. You learned how to suck cock, swallow cum, and take it up the ass!”
And so by the time the fiftieth stroke landed on david’s ass he was a pulp of quivering flesh. Ms. Marcy helped him to his feet, and gave him back his belt. She glanced at his cock and was pleased to see that david’s raging hardon was now shriveled and limp. She didn’t want him to enjoy it, and the most honest proof he didn’t was provided by his useless shaft dangling between his legs. However, before they would leave for the restaurant there was the matter of david’s apology which he would have to give to her satisfaction before he would be allowed to pull his pants back up. She gave him permission to speak, and she lifted his head to eye level so that she could better judge the sincerity of his apology in his face.
“I am deeply sorry for interrupting you today, Ms. Marcy. It will not happen again. I showed disrespect to you, and instead of kicking me to the curb you gave me a second opportunity to redeem myself. I will remember and cherish all of the fifty lashes that you gave to me this evening. Not only does it show that you are serious about following through with what you say, it demonstrates that you have high expectations for service. I apologize for getting us off on the wrong foot, and I thank you for holding me accountable.”
She nodded her head, and then turned away from him. She blew out the candles and turned on the lights so she could have a better look at him. In the light she stared at the brutality she bestowed on david’s once beautiful ass, and she wondered why a man would submit to that kind of abuse, but more importantly why did she get so much pleasure from inflicting it? The physical nature of dominating david had aroused her sexually, and the last time she had intercourse was months ago with her former husband. For a brief moment she considered having sex with david as a reward for enduring his punishment and apology. No, she was thinking differently now. Her new slave belonged in a chastity device, not her pussy. She had a better plan in mind.
“Pull your pants up, david, we are going to dinner. After we eat we’re going to an adult book store to get a cage for your cock and enough condoms to last the weekend, and then we’re going to a night club I know about on the West End that is notorious for having a clientele of hot, horny younger men. You’re going to help me find the biggest cock in the bar by hanging out in the men’s room and reporting sizes to me. I can take it from there.”
And so the couple went out for the evening and what a time Ms. Marcy had. At the adult book store Ms. Marci charged david’s credit card with thousands of dollars of sex toys, bondage gear, erotic wear, etc… More importantly she found the trophy cock she was looking for at the bar, and she had david drive while they sat in the back of his car making out along the way. While david spent a rough night on her couch sleeping on his side because of his severely whipped ass, Ms. Marci was screwing her lights out with her young amazing lover who made her cum over and over.
In the morning david drove her lover home while she slept. She was surprised to see him in her apartment when she finally woke up around noon. She’d whipped him, humiliated him, ****d his wallet, and banished him to the sofa. Yet there he was holding a fresh cup of coffee for her with a devoted look on his face. She thought about her former life, and shook her head in amazement.
She thought to herself, “If only I had done this sooner.”
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