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HoneyI was exhausted. I just wanted to fall into bed but I need a shower first. I felt dirty from walking all that way. My legs and back hurt. And I was covered in mosquito bites. That's the real Florida after dark for you. Not only did my body hurt, my heart hurt. All I did was think during that long walk home. My mind was mostly on how inadequate I felt, on repeat. He used someone else for pleasure, after he had me. I gave him my first time and he shit on it. I gave him my second and third time, never imagining that I wasn't enough. He promised me, contract or no contract, that I would be the only one. It was the only thing I really asked of him. It's humiliating that there I was, on the club floor, my submission evident while he chatted with the girl he cheated with. Can I ever get that image out of my head?Sure, I believed him when he said that he didn't penetrate her, but that doesn't help much. In fact, it helps me not at all. I haven't even really started thinking about the je
Honey I never felt quite so vicious before. I never had any reason to, I guess. But there is that saying...Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned. Such a cliche but so damn true in this instance. I'm waiting for Brandt to speak. Does he really love me? We will know shortly. I am taking him up on many of his offers, so let's see if he's a cheater and a liar. If he says no, then I know he's been full of shit this entire time. I have outlined the plan to him as follows:1. Cock and Ball Torture. (I will tie his dick to his balls and give him a 10 count.)2. Chastity device for men. For a specified amount of time. (I know about these thanks to my extensive BDSM research.)3. Brandt moves out of the club. (He finds a house.)4. He sticks to me like glue for the foreseeable future (As he fucking said he would.) If he adheres to these guidelines, then I will give him another chance. Awaiting his answer, my brain was busy. He's been pretty silent since I outlined what his punishment should
BrandtI will never allow that to happen again. I deserved it though, so I granted the privilege to Honey to spank my balls. I would never put our relationship in jeopardy again, so that is not an issue. I was kind of proud of her imagination when she told me what my punishments would be. They were so inventive it seemed a shame to negotiate, so I didn't. I could see she was surprised when I just let it ride. No negotiation needed. It was fair. She needs closure or some shit. I get it.I was pretty shocked that I still wanted to fuck even though I was in pain. But I'm not the kind of guy that likes to blow his load before his girl goes. Not unless it is a punishment of some sort or agreed upon beforehand for some reason. Now I understand a little better the pleasure and pain effect of the punishments I dole out. Plus, it was a fucking turn on, watching Honey dole out punishment. I was proud of her for doing what needed to be done. I think she felt better knowing that I was willing to t
HoneyI missed school on Monday for obvious reasons. I had school and work for the next three days. On Friday after my shift at work, Brandt and I started his move into Moe's old house. He was going to rent it to Brandt for a little over the cost of his mortgage. He didn't ask for first, last and security. He'd just save the extra money for any incidentals that the house may need. Brandt was going to take care of the yard maintenance himself. The house was only a few years old and wouldn't need anything major for a while. I was actually surprised that Mom and Moe were moving into our house instead, since it was an older house and needed work. Moe said it had character and he was handy with a hammer, so he was going to be doing some projects around the house to fix it up a little.Now that they were engaged, I could see Mom was more relaxed. Finally, she had a partner that wanted to help her. I was happy for her and Brody seemed happy too. Finally, someone that wanted to be his dad. Moe
BrandtI loaded the dishwasher while Honey showered. My arousal was so high I wanted to jerk off a little before going to the playroom. I could have whipped my dick out and cum right there in the kitchen. I figured that wouldn't be fair to Honey, so I didn't do it. She deserved me at my horniest, shall we say? Sleeping with her every night but not finishing myself off had been really hard. No pun intended. I just took it as more punishment, so I decided not to take the edge off without her. I wanted to share everything with her, so I waited.I finished up in the kitchen and made my way to the playroom just as I heard the shower turn off. Everything was ready. I had an idea in my mind about how I wanted the scene to go, but I also wanted to remain fluid. My main goal was Honey's pleasure. If she was happy, I was happy.I had been holding back my dominant side this past week. I was about to unleash it. Honey knows that she will be submissive when she walks into this room. That's why she
BrandtFucking A. That was so good. Better than good. I laid on the bed next to her as I caught my breath for a moment. We weren't done. Not yet, we weren't. Honey's pussy was like liquid gold. Maybe it was so intense because I had denied myself her pussy all week, but fuck, I think I know what they say you can go blind doing that. Fucking a woman had literally never felt that good before in my life. Was I seeing stars? Was this what make-up sex felt like? I've never had it before.After my vision returned to normal, I untied Honey's hands and removed her blind fold. I had more in store for her but I wanted her to see it all happening. I rubbed her wrists and made sure she was doing alright. I whispered in her ear how happy I was with her. Such a good girl. I settled on my knees, between her legs as my hands roamed all over her and I took her lips. I kissed her until she was breathless. I moved down to her neck, sucking on a particular spot. I was tempted to give her a hickey there for
HoneyMonday morning, I went out to my car and found a flat tire on my ten-year-old Ford Escape. It was usually a very reliable vehicle, even though it was old. Brandt helped me to change it out with the full size spare. He took the other one, which appeared to be slashed, to see if he could pick up a new one or get the old one fixed. It was a good thing I got up early. I had planned to go home and make Brody's lunch, as usual, and take him to the bus stop. I feel really bad that I missed it since I never have before. I'm not sure he will understand why I wasn't there. I hope I can make it up to him and be there when he gets home this afternoon..I'm taking the long route to school since Brandt didn't want me driving on the highway since I was using a spare. I'm just happy that I wouldn't be late for my first class. I had finals coming up and I couldn't miss a thing if I wanted to pass with flying colors like I have every other semester so far. I was finding it harder to focus now that
BrandtMondays are a drag. I still wanted it to be the weekend. I wanted to be wrapped up in Honey. I thought again that that was such a perfect name for her. Sweet on the tongue, she was a confection I couldn't get enough of. To top it off, a lovely disposition. I never got tired of talking to her about anything and about everything. She was my dream girl, the one I almost let get away with my carelessness. But we made up these last two days. Oh, did we ever make up. Things between us were better than ever and I was looking forward to the future with her by my side. I wasn't going to take her for granted again.Thinking ahead to that future, I wanted to set something up for us at the club. We had shows a few times a week, showcasing different aspects of BDSM. We advertised them on our website. We played out scenes for newbies and regulars alike. But the last time I brought her to a show it backfired on me, so that probably wasn't the way to go. I had a VIP room that had a few dungeon