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By *ordo320 OP Man
over a year ago
Gatwick |
I wrote this for someone but thought I’d post it here too to see what you thought. I’ve enjoyed reading other people’s stories so thought I’d add this too.
I’d been friends with this bloke fro work for ages but we went to th pub one night after work. We got along well and after quite a few beers, well, more than a few! Talk turned round to our other halves and other conquests. He told me he owned his wife and she served him. If she was ever to say no to any of his requests then their relationship was over and that it had been like this since they started dating. He said he’s offer her to me for the afternoon one week and see if I earned another repeat visit. He said there was only one rule. He wanted so see marks on her when she returned and that she was to tell me that she was sorry for being naughty but that she enjoyed it and would go again if he let her. This meant I knew that I had to please not just her but him too! He said he wanted her degraded and humiliated as well as being marked so I said I’d see what I could do.
The weekend came round and I’d booked a room. She came and meet me at my hotel. We’d meet in the bar and after a quick hello she’d head up to my room alone. She’d let herself into the room. Strip off and open her case. She’d lay all her toys and restraints out on the desk and look for her naughty underwear she’d brought specially.
She had spent the last few nights making it. The bra was full of pin tacks, glued on so they push into her breasts once the bra had been put on. She also had a pair of panties. She has been instructed to place one or more in these too so that she inpresses me when I find them. These are put on with a tight top an jeans. Finally she remembers my last instruction. To down as much water as possible and know that I’d ask when she came downstairs.
Walking out of the room she could feel all the little tacks pushing into her boobs, regretting the ones she’d positined on her nipples. Fearing the ones she’d placed on her bum knowing she still had to sit down.
Then I saw her again waking to my table. We hug and kiss each other on the cheek. I make the hug tight and I could feel her react to the pain from her breasts being impailed. I show her to her seat and an see the apprehension on her face as I ask her to sit down for lunch. As she sits you can see the grimace but she tries to gloss over it. I ask if she’s ok and she says yes, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
We order lunch and a bottle of wine. I ask her to drink three glasses to my one knowing she wasn’t allowed to get up. Getting more and more desperate to pee. She asked but is told in no uncertain terms that this will only happen if she manages to wet herself a little bit bit to hold the rest.
She contemplates this but again knows she has no choice and does as requested. I settle the bill and follow her to the lift. Walking behind to inspect the mess but to make her feel alone too. We get in the loft together and i run my hands over her wet jeans showing their stains and giv her arse a quick slap or two. She yelps with pain from the tacks and lets out another dribble of wee. The doors open and she walks quickly back to the room. Opens the door and goes straight to the bathroom.
But not so quick. I get her to stand in the bath and strip to just her underwear. I ask how many tacks she has in her panties. She answers seven. Three on each cheek and one she really regretted on her pussy. I was happy to hear this but had hoped for more. I said I’d best be impressed with her bra and started caressing her tits firmly while kissing her on the lips. Pulling away quickly I give her boobs a quick and hard slap. Pick up a glass ask her to fill it. She spreads her legs and lips and fills it until it filling the bath around the plug. Good new this was closed and wasn’t going to let any escape.
So, what do you think and what happens to her next?
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