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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
Ms. KFinally, Honey was out of the equation. Maybe I had to do it by force, but voila. It is done. Now I had to keep her out of sight while I made my move. This was actually going to be the hard part. I had tried for months for Brandt to see me. I made myself available, dolled myself up, put myself out there, but he never seemed to notice.Around the time Brandt met Honey, I thought I was finally making progress and he was softening up to me. We even met for coffee one morning before work. But, then suddenly, he was back to his usual dismissive attitude towards me. And it was because of her. Sure she was cute. Sweet. Innocent. Her big eyes showed the world her inexperience. What is it about her that keeps him going back for more? Is it her innocent virginal persona? If I knew the answer, I could try to be that for him. Except I'm anything but virginal. I've been coming to this club even before Brandt became the owner.There is only one thing I haven't done yet. Throw myself at him. It
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag