The Surrender
Copyright© 2012 by Polecat
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - “You can forget about safe, sane, and yes, consensual too,” She loves her husband and their bdsm sessions but always calls out her safe word just as things are getting started. What is she to do? Cancel her safe word, that's what
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story BDSM MaleDom
They stared back at me, black and blue, from the mirror, in the morning; so big that I could not fit them into a bra. I decided to go bra-less for the day, although that was not such a good idea; my nipples, made even more sensitive by the abuse they'd endured, rubbed against my shirt adding to my arousal the whole day.
I knew, that day, what it was to feel horny, nonstop. My pussy remained wet the whole day, a new squirt of juice sliding between my nether lips with every rub of my nipples, with every pain filled jiggle of my boobs.
All through the day, at my request, Richard kept the crop or the ruler handy. At random times he would use it on my buttocks or breasts. Since I wore a short bouncy cotton skirt and blouse, the strokes would not be as cruel as they would have, had I been nude, still they stung quite a bit. Sometimes I could not help but to try to protect my sore ass or boobies with my hands. Then, not only would I get a hard whack on my hands, but I would have to uncover the intended recipient of the stroke, breasts or ass, and receive two cuts of the crop or ruler on its proper target.
My pussy was dripping so much I had to put a towel under my bottom when sitting down, if I did not want to ruin the furniture's fabric.
By the evening, I could come, with just a breath of air hitting my clitoris. I could not take it anymore.
I knelt in front of him, undoing his pants and taking his semi-erect cock out of his shorts. Breathless, I sucked it into my mouth. He watched me, amazed at the slut his prim wife had become.
I felt him growing inside my mouth, his glans filling me, as I tried to devour his length. I gagged only once when the tip of his cock passed beyond my tonsils. I embraced his pelvis with my arms and impaled my throat with his throbbing member. I could not breathe, embedded on his tool, so I timed my breaths, with my bobs, feeling him thicker and longer with each successive entry. His heavy balls bounced against my chin and his pubic bone ground against my nose. I sucked and slurped all over his length, feeling the ridges of his veins with my tongue.
He pulled me off.
I, kneeling back on my heels, looked up at him.
"Let's do it now," he said.
Fear hit me, like a leaden ball in my guts. I stood up, pussy dripping slime, and preceded him to the basement.
On the coffee table, I draped my body, on my back. I began to shiver.