It's one thing to lie to your wife, but lie to your mistress and you might just find yourself in a pile of dirty panties, hands tied together with a pair of knee socks, and clothespins pinching your thighs. Her whip is a belt, her clamps are clothes pins, and her wrist restraints are made out of laundry… but in fishnets and leather, boy, does she look the part!
Warnings: This erotic short features a tight corset, domestic discipline, makeshift bondage and explicit Femdom.
Word Count: 5,000
“You hit me,” he whimpered, shocked at my violence.
“I spanked you. There’s a difference.” Inside, I was bouncing off the walls, but my face was stone. I wouldn’t crack. When my palm fell once again against Lawrence’s ass, I kept an eye on his undecided cock. It jerked forward.
“Looks to me like you’re enjoying this,” I accused, warming his cheeks in circles with my hands. Standing directly behind Lawrence, I smacked both cheeks at once and his whole body jerked forward.
“Maybe. I don’t know,” he murmured. How was that for an uncommitted response?My hands travelled down his smooth ass-cheeks and through the tunnel of his spread thighs to find his cock rigid and ready. I squeezed it. Hard. The muscles in his thighs stiffened.
“You’re going to get your filthy pre-come all over my couch, putain de chien.” I said with a cruel grin.
“You don’t need to call me names,” Lawrence objected.
Blessed are the meek…