Straight Male / 46
You were drunk but came home with me despite that ring on your finger. He was out of town for the week and you decided to let go for an evening.
When you picked up the collar and leash I'd left in the chair, it wasn't my dog that aroused you, but the thought of wearing it and being submissive to a man you'd never met.
I remember strapping it around your throat and clipping the leash, and with every article of clothing I took off of you, your breathing sounded more like a happy pet than a horny woman.
Wrapping that chain around my hand, I placed you on your knees and watched you look up at me with those drunk, hungry eyes. The smile as my hardness slipped into your mouth, and the pleasure you took in submissively pleasing me... I could have given you every drop right then.
I bent you over the bed and dropped the leash to the floor, and loved the way you fought your chain as I fucked you from behind. I'd just step on that leash a little more to force you into your position, and your sex was mine for the taking with nothing you could do.
On your back, the chain around your wrists, I fucked you like a slave there for pleasure and watched my hardness sliding in and out of you. How many men have you spread your legs for that way? How many men have seen the hunger in your eyes as you pull against your bindings, or heard that animal grunt and heavy panting as you fight the orgasm I forced you to have?
I've had women who enjoyed submission occasionally, but you took the cake that night. You continued to call me Sir even after I'd cum inside you and dutifully knelt between my knees lapping at my cock as I sat on the couch and had a beer.
You let me lead you out into the back yard, and that was when I watched the most satisfying and erotic moment of the evening. It wasn't a strange woman on a leash, naked in the open at my will, but when the booze became too much and you need to relieve yourself.
I was drunk and feeling powerful, and I could see the shame in your eyes when I told you to get on your knees.
On your knees like an animal, ass in the air... I watched that golden stream pour from you.
You were embarrassed, but I hope I made it up to you afterward. I'm not into watersports, but that was a moment I'll never forget.
I don't even know your name, but you were a very good girl that night...
Your husband should be proud.
When you picked up the collar and leash I'd left in the chair, it wasn't my dog that aroused you, but the thought of wearing it and being submissive to a man you'd never met.
I remember strapping it around your throat and clipping the leash, and with every article of clothing I took off of you, your breathing sounded more like a happy pet than a horny woman.
Wrapping that chain around my hand, I placed you on your knees and watched you look up at me with those drunk, hungry eyes. The smile as my hardness slipped into your mouth, and the pleasure you took in submissively pleasing me... I could have given you every drop right then.
I bent you over the bed and dropped the leash to the floor, and loved the way you fought your chain as I fucked you from behind. I'd just step on that leash a little more to force you into your position, and your sex was mine for the taking with nothing you could do.
On your back, the chain around your wrists, I fucked you like a slave there for pleasure and watched my hardness sliding in and out of you. How many men have you spread your legs for that way? How many men have seen the hunger in your eyes as you pull against your bindings, or heard that animal grunt and heavy panting as you fight the orgasm I forced you to have?
I've had women who enjoyed submission occasionally, but you took the cake that night. You continued to call me Sir even after I'd cum inside you and dutifully knelt between my knees lapping at my cock as I sat on the couch and had a beer.
You let me lead you out into the back yard, and that was when I watched the most satisfying and erotic moment of the evening. It wasn't a strange woman on a leash, naked in the open at my will, but when the booze became too much and you need to relieve yourself.
I was drunk and feeling powerful, and I could see the shame in your eyes when I told you to get on your knees.
On your knees like an animal, ass in the air... I watched that golden stream pour from you.
You were embarrassed, but I hope I made it up to you afterward. I'm not into watersports, but that was a moment I'll never forget.
I don't even know your name, but you were a very good girl that night...
Your husband should be proud.
