Kelly has been used as her 20 year old stepson’s sex slave for weeks now, She finds out he has her journal of fantasies, the deepest darkest desires she has And he now plans on making them a reality one by one! Approx 3000 words involving BDSM, female submission, spanking, tight bondage and rough sex.
She sat upright for the first time in hours as he untied her
feet. It was then that she seen what he put on the dresser, sending her mind
back to that first night and something he said “I came in looking to find what
makes you tick, and found the whole clock so to speak” the words echoed over
and over in her brain as she starred at the book on the dresser. He had her
fantasy journal! How in the hell he found that she had no clue, but he had it.
There were things in there she often fantasized about, but never thought in a
million years would become a reality. Her brain flashed through the pages
mentally, suddenly knowing what was going to happen today. She swooned at the
thought. Why had she ever wrote that stuff down?
He finished untying her from the
bed, and followed her gaze. His smile turned truly sadistic as he reached over
and picked the book up. “There’s a lot of great ideas in here. I thought I’d
help you live a few out.” “Oh David” Her voice was a mix of pleading and
anticipation. He flipped through the book, “This one is my favorite. It has to
do with you, your nearly bare ass and a public place.”
Yep her brain had been right, she knew what he was
planning. With out a second thought, she bolted from the bed and through the
open door into the hallway. His laughter chased her down the hall as she flew
to the staircase. She had to get out, sure those were fantasies, but not all
fantasies were meant to be acted out. As she grabbed the knob to the front
door, the realization of her lack of clothing stopped her in her tracks. David
was already on top of her, his fingers hooking a ring on her collar. “Look I
know you are excited to live out your fantasy life, but you can’t just run out
all willy nilly like that. He didn’t even give her a chance to resist, just
picked her up and walked back up stairs to her room. She hung in his arm like a
sack of potatoes. The thought of that fantasy made her wet, but the fear of
actually living it, well that was another story. It would be humiliating to say
the least.
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