Breaking
in Her Husband
His Orientation
Marcus Johnson might have shaken his head at
his predicament but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the
vise-like thighs of your wife. He might have waved off any criticism of his
choices but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your
back. He might have run away from his
responsibility in the matter but it is difficult to run when you are on your
knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to
your hands. In reality, the only moves that Janine was going to allow him to
make was the wagging of his tongue
against her clit and slit. Well, he was also allowed to slide his nose up
and down her nether lips as well. In fact, she loved the feel of his nose pressed
inside of her.
As Janine looked
down at her thoroughly bound husband she smiled with pleasure. She loved the idea of him being submissive to
her but he resisted that notion at every turn.
It was only because he lost the bet that he had agreed to this one
weekend as her slave. As she exploded
with her second orgasm of the night she reached out and rubbed the back of his
head to let him know that he had done a good job. And then as an afterthought she said. “You know slave I think I may take me a lover.”
This caused him
to try to pull back from her still quivering cunt. Just to show him she was still in charge she
gave him a hard lash across his shoulders with her riding crop. “No one told you to move, slave. It was just a thought; we can talk about it
when your mouth has finished cleaning the juices from my pussy and thighs. And she pulled him firmly back into place and
urged his tongue to start anew.
An hour later he
was still tied and on his knees but his head was no longer between his wife’s legs. Instead, she sat back in her easy chair, well
it used to be his easy chair, and stretched her high-heeled boots out and
brushed the toes across his lips. She
studied his reaction and was pleased that he was playing his part well enough
not to pull his head away but rather even stuck his tongue out so that she
could wipe some of the dusty leather across his wet tongue.
Then she got up
and walked a circle around him. She
inspected to make sure that the line keeping his hands in place was still
tight. She checked the knots around his
high heel boots that she had insisted he put on before forcing him to his
knees. She admired the nylon panties
that she had made him wear. “You are
almost the perfect slut,” She said.
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