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Fantasy Of Submission
Diana's biggest fantasy revolved around the tales she had read of
spanking and sex, and being a submissive wife, if only for one night.
Her submissive desires come to life one night when her
husband Jake was supposed to be out of town on business, but instead he
has planned out a night that erotic dreams are made of.
Her bondage fantasy of being a sex slave wife gets played out in a
grand fashion that ends in an explosive orgasm of pure sexual lust, and
will have her delving into sex slave stories even
further!
This 4,000 word tale is a smoking hot depiction of turning fantasy
into reality and includes light whipping, rope bondage, a teasing
climactic build up and two lovers that found a new world of
spanking and submission to explore with enthusiasm!
Excerpt:
One fantasy you mentioned to me had been playing in my head since the
first time we discussed it, and the night had come to live it out. I
must admit you were not a woman who could easily be
surprised, and it took a lot of effort for me to set that fantasy into
motion without suspicions being raised.
My hand once again rocked the treadmill turned close rack so that it thumped gently into the wall.
There it is again. You stopped in the hallway frozen in silence and
waited with ears straining as your face formed a puzzled mask, until you
deduced the strange sound came from our bedroom.
I pressed myself flat and peered at you from my hiding place through a
small gap in the clothes that adorned the treadmill. I found myself
amazed that you didn’t hold that baseball bat you often
say would be used to beat an intruder to death, and even more shocked
that you crept around the house in the dark.
I watched your sexy form pass right by me as the search continued. This was going better than I planned.
Nothing was out of place and a fast search of the closet still
revealed nothing new, although I cringed and pulled tighter to the wall
when a bright ray of light shot out of the closet and lit up
my hiding place.
If you had just turned around with the light on, my surprise would have been ruined for sure.
The room went dim again as your finger found the light switch. You still did not find anything wrong.
“I must be going crazy” was the audible mumble as you begin to turn around and head back to the living room.
I lunged from my hiding spot as soon as your back was to me and
reached out, clamping a hand over your mouth. Your body went rigid
against mine, from of fear no doubt
"Not a sound my pet" I softly whispered in your ear, with a voice I had practiced not to sound like mine.
Your body tensed as my hands slid across it, down your breast
lingering there only for a second before moving to your arms. I heard a
small whimper of nervousness when I let go of your mouth.
For a split second I worried how you would react, but you don't even
try to flee as I pulled your arms behind you. A loop of rope wrapped
your wrists, securing them together, followed by a second
rope at your elbows. Your breathing took on a ragged and unsteady
quality that I rather enjoyed. The element of surprise that night was
mine.
