My Lady and How She Treats Me – Part two
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For those who have read my confession in part one, it should not come as a surprise that L has once again sprung a trap on me. This is not a complaint. As you know, I admire her deviousness and see my suffering as a tribute to her superiority. I know I cannot hold a candle to her bright sadistic mind. I write these confessions as a way to honor L, and to masochistically relive them.It was Saturday. L had left in the morning to spend the weekend with her sister, or so she told me. As soon as she had left the house, I checked my little cash-box. There was just enough money for a “massage”. I called and made an appointment with Joy. She is a very pretty Chinese girl, who knows exactly what I need. Some very pleasant hours, and two orgasms, later I arrived back at our house. I was completely relaxed and ready to spend the rest of the day reading a book. But, I was in for a shock. L’s car was parked on the driveway. My palms started to sweat, and my heart rate jumped as panic set in. I knew she could see my car from the living room, so I had no other option than going into the house.I entered with trepidation. L was comfortable on the couch reading a book. It was obvious from her outfit that she had something in mind. She was wearing a black corset like top. And, below that a garter belt, stockings and pumps. Without panties, her proud, curly bush was on full display. She smiled like a tiger sizing her prey. I knew I was in trouble.She put down her almanbahis şikayet book and looked me straight in the eye.“And, how was it?’ L asked friendly.I could not manage an answer. L got up, and walked towards me. Hips swaying, her demeanor emanated sex and power. She stopped right in front of me, locked her gaze to my eyes and grabbed my crotch.“I know where you have been.”My face turned red. L hugged me, pushed her face in my neck and took a deep breath.“I smell cheap shower gel from a cheap harlot.”My tongue was tied. I stood frozen in the middle of the room. L loosened her embrace, turned around and sat back down on the couch. I thought it best to keep my mouth shut. No doubt she would tell me what to do next.“Undress”I sighed inwardly. This was going to be painful. My balls had been professionally drained by Joy. L was well aware of that, and would be merciless. Clumsily, I started to take of my clothes. There was no comment from her side, but I knew my awkwardness was a source of mirth to L. Once naked, I looked at her for new instructions.“Kneel down here in front of me.”I went down on my knees on the soft fur rug. L turned towards me, spread her legs and offered me a view of her sex.“Now, tell me, in detail, about your little adventure in town.”I took a deep breath. L enjoys sharing lurid detail of her sexual escapades, but I am more restrained. Writing this is one thing, sitting in front of your wife confessing a trip to almanbahis canlı casino a prostitute another. Stumbling like a child caught stealing cookies, I started my narration from the moment I entered the parlor. How I had paid at the counter and met Joy in her tiny blue bikini.“Describe her, what is her body like,” L interrupted.Blushing, I described Joy’s young Asian body. Her small, pert breasts, cute butt and kind smile. To my dismay, I saw L’s hand move towards her crotch while I recounted getting naked, and into the shower. L slowly started rubbing herself, as I told her how Joy covered my body in soap. I tried to relive and describe the moment Joy took off her bikini top but was too distracted by the view in front of me. Though L was obviously encouraging me, I felt ashamed. My voice faltered.“Go on,” L said, “I need detail. Was your cock hard by then?”“I… Yes, my penis was hard. Joy has a way of grinding her small butt against it that…”“That what?”“That is incredibly erotic.”My face was red, and I was feeling utterly helpless and ashamed. L, meanwhile, started to probe herself with one finger.“Go on, what did she do next?” she demanded.“She went down on her knees, took a lot of shower gel and started to massage my penis with two hands. Her hands, she is so good with them. She made me cum.”“That fast?”“Yes, I prefer to come once before the massage. It’s more relaxing for me.”L flashed her superior, knowing smile.“You almanbahis casino should just see yourself now: a pathetic little man with a red head sitting on his knees. You are describing a hot scene with your favorite prostitute, but your cock stays soft and limp. I want you to start stroking it while you continue your story. Show me that you are a man.”I started playing with my flaccid penis, but it refused to come to life. I continued the story, describing the slippery full body treatment joy had given me. L fingered herself and looked me straight in the eye. There was no way, no amount of tugging that would make my penis grow hard under these circumstances. In the back of my mind, I was praying for her to take mercy. She did, in a way.“This is obviously not going anywhere with you,” L said. “Turn around and look at the telly. Put your hands behind your back, and I will show you how it is done.”She walked over to the wide screen television and stuck a memory stick into the USB slot. The screen came alive, and there was L. She was in a hotel room, wearing black lingerie and looking at the camera. I did a double take on my breath. L walked back to the couch, made herself comfortable and pressed play.My wife’s image on the screen started to speak. “Hello dear. I hope you will enjoy the little video I am about to tape for you. See this nice little outfit? I am sure you remember when you bought it for me.”The movie L stretched her body, and let her hands slide all over the red lace I once gave her. She reclined and made herself comfortable on the bed. There was a gentle knocking sound. L smiled at the camera. “Enter”. A man walked in. Stopped short of the bed, and looked at her. “Hi Jim,” L said.
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