Marni, A Retrospective Look Back at My Life
Copyright© 2023 by Wemb17
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - My name is Marni and this is the story of my life told retrospectively. I am now 27 years of age and I am a slut, slag, whore, whatever you want to call me, I will not deny it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Coercion Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Cousins BDSM Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Sex Toys
The following morning I wasn’t looking forward to going to work and facing Lloyd. How would I manage to keep my temper and not say something to him that I would regret and end up getting sacked.
I walked in to the office, looked at Lloyd who smiled at me, and said “good morning”, it all felt a bit weird. I knew that I had to “clear the air” with him so I asked him for a chat. We decided that the office was not the ideal place for a discussion so we went in to the car park. He offered me a cigarette, I don’t smoke, but for some reason the power that he has over me, I accepted. I had not had a cigarette of any sort for ten years since I stopped smoking weed when I was 17. He apologised for his behaviour the previous evening, mainly leaving me trussed up like a chicken, and he promised to buy me a new bra and some other new underwear. It turned out that I had picked a BDSM freak to be my spanking partner the other evening. How do I manage to pick up guys like this?
He thought that I had seen his profile on a BDSM site and that is why I picked him. I told him that I had never been on any such sites and he was just the lucky guy left in the office. He explained that his ex-wife was in to BDSM, not initially but he converted her, and that he had previously run such a club before it was closed down. What I didn’t tell him is that I was looking for the ultimate humiliation and his overweight figure with a comb over, not so clean appearance and his super creepy personality made it the most humiliating thing that I was looking for.
We agreed to go for lunch to show that there were no hard feelings. I wouldn’t say that the lunch was a great success as he constantly called me a “whore” or “slut” whilst talking about rough sex and I am sure that other people in the restaurant could hear what he was saying. I am sure they must have thought I was a hooker. We did go shopping afterwards when he brought me the new promised underwear.
During the afternoon I started to realize that as humiliating as it was I actually enjoyed what Lloyd was doing to me. He is punishing and degrading me which is what I needed and because I have absolutely no affection for him he is the ideal person. I just needed him to go slow and keep his cock away from my cunt. I explained the situation to him and he said ok. We agreed that the office was starting to get too risky so he suggested a couple of places we could go to. We finally decided upon an open air car park that was usually vacant, and it would be ideal for what we both desired. He had told me at lunchtime that he had a holdall of “goodies ie: sex toys”, but I didn’t want to know what was in there, it may have been too frightening.
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