| Straight: BDSM: Sophie's new life - part one (1/3) |
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He watched her from the car as she sat down on the bench in the middle of the high street and crossed her legs. Watched as she folded her arms, anxiously waiting for his voice in her ear. He could feel his cock getting harder as he imagined what was to come, what he would be doing to her an hour from now. They had been chatting on the internet for over a year now, and had finally agreed to meet for a weekend of sex and fun. They shared a passion for BDSM – he regularly played the master, and she had been fantasizing of being submissive since her youth, although she had never acted on it. He watched her now, as she shifted slightly in her seat, looking uncomfortable. And he knew why she looked this way – she was wearing what he had instructed: her shortest black leather skirt, a white blouse and no bra, with fishnet tights and black boots. But he knew that underneath the skirt, she had a seven-inch dildo up her ass. He smiled, enjoying that she was so uncomfortable. He let ten minutes or so go by before getting out of the car and wandering over to the bench where she was sat, before sitting down next to her. She looked slightly wary of him – he hadn’t sent her a picture, and she was dressed so sluttily that she knew exactly what every man around her was thinking. He leant over so close she could feel his breath on her neck, and whispered in her ear. “I like your boots,” he said. “Did you wear the dildo like I told you to?” She smiled, looking relieved, and followed him back to the car. But before she could put on her seatbelt, he stopped her hand, and pulled up her skirt slightly. “I want to see that lovely cunt of yours,” he said. “So get those legs wide apart for me and keep them there all the way home.” She hesitated, but with trembling knees she pushed them apart. Everyone who passed the car was now staring at her as they drove off slowly down the road, her face getting redder and redder. They had been driving for around twenty minutes when they pulled into a large driveway, with gravel on the ground, and a huge manor house towering over them. He got out and opened the door for her, pulling her close and kissing her passionately, before leading her through the grand front door. They were in a magnificent entrance hall with a steep spiral staircase in the middle, which they climbed hastily. He pushed open a side door and they were in a big bedroom, with a grand double bed in the middle. Looking round, Sophie saw a closet, and various sinister looking instruments hanging on the wall. There was a white door to the side, which Sophie guessed was an en-suite bathroom. “You may hang your clothes in the wardrobe, and wash in the bathroom. When you’re done, lie on your front on the bed and wait.” He went to go out the door, but stopped at the last minute. “Oh, and you may not remove that dildo from your ass.” He winked and went out, closing the door behind him. Sophie heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Ten minutes later, Sophie was stretched out facedown on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, and her ass was sore where the dildo |
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