I am, by nature, a modest person. I am also, by nature, continuously horny and submissive. Luckily, Stone knows this and entirely approves. To the outside world, we are the most boring, vanilla, basic couple. However, inside our home is an entirely different story. Beneath my modest clothing of knee-length skirts and crew-necked sweaters, hides even more secrets known only to us. During a seemingly innocuous conversation, lie veiled promises of what is to come or what has already happened.Today, for example, I am helping at the local hospital’s bazaar to raise money to help families of long-term patients. I am wearing an oxford-style shirt paired with a knee-length flared skirt and flats. My long, red hair is held back in a French braid. My posture is perfect. I am wearing very little makeup – just some lip gloss and a hint of Küçükyalı Escort mascara. I smile and laugh easily, listen attentively, and sit with my ankles crossed. I exhibit the epitome of grace.No one who sees me knows that beneath my skirt my ass is stripped with ten lines from Stone’s cane. My backdoor is filled with a flexible yet large silicone plug. Piercings adorn both of my nipples which cannot be detected beneath the padded cups of a very tightly laced corset.This morning, Stone made sure that while I was volunteering, part of my mind would be focused on him. We began the day in my favorite way, with my mouth around his cock, sucking and worshipping until one of us has an orgasm. This morning, it was me. When this happens, which is fairly often, I am “punished” for coming before him. I truly Küçükyalı Escort Bayan think that knowing this “punishment” is coming, is a large reason for my lack of self-control. Nonetheless, Stone doesn’t seem to mind a bit.After I came, Stone had me lie flat on my belly on the bed. He rooted around in his closet for the implement of his choice. I heard him stand next to the bed then, without preamble or warning, I heard the swish of the cane and the sting of the blow. I howled and reached up to grab the headboard.”Do you need to be bound?” he asked.”Not yet, Sir, please. Let me try to control myself,” I pleaded.He kissed my neck and said, “Very well, but if you have to be bound later, I’ll start the count over. We’re going to ten.”In rapid-fire succession, He delivered the ten stripes. Stone Escort Küçükyalı is neither gentle nor cruel, simply firm and steadfast. My face was as wet as my slit at this point, my mouth open with silent screams.While my body and mind were reacting to the pain, he knelt between my splayed legs and commanded, “On your knees, head down.”Naturally, I obeyed. He plunged his cock inside of me, plowing into my slick tunnel. Again, he was neither gentle nor cruel. I love how he takes what he needs, what he wants. Yes, he gives me pleasure, but when he fucks me hard and fast, I know he wants me desperately. I feel his power and need, but also am conscious of my own power and need. The combination of pain and pleasure is more intoxicating than sweet wine.Within moments, I am coming again. He begins to slap my ass as he continues to fuck me. My body follows my mind into a deeper level of subspace.”You will not be going anywhere today without me inside of you,” he growls.”No, Stone,” I gasp. “I won’t.””Jesus, you’re tight. And hot. You ready?””Always.””I wanted to make this last longer, but we both have places to be.”