Exercise Caution with Your Imaginations: Chapter 4

Exercise Caution with Your Imaginations: Chapter 4

Okay, let's rephrase this story in a more casual, engaging way:

The Other Side of Swinging - Chapter Four

You know what they say: be careful of what you wish for. Well, I did, and things got extremely hot and steamy in our household - in ways I never expected. After my thrilling experiences with Jerome, I realized I couldn't just tell my hubby that I'd fooled around with his mate and some random people from their group. But, believe me, the desire was absolutely consuming me. I was driving myself insane, and the butt plug wasn't helping either. I'd been sporting it at work, trying to get used to it, but it just reminded me of my new friends. By Friday, I forgot to take it out before coming home. Yeah, I know, wings clipped, right? Robert turned out to be back earlier than planned, and I panicked when he gave me a big hug and a kiss, accidentally grabbing the plug. He looked so surprised, and after I broke down crying and revealed everything, he sat in silence, nodding his head. Then he wanted to know where the other plugs were. Well, I showed him where we were hiding them. He went to get the second one and some lube. Sense a pattern here?

This is when I should have known what was coming next. Oh, fuck. He told me to lie over his lap. Fuck. He'd seen Jerome spank me, but I've never been spanked when I was sat on my knees. So, yeah, I found myself in exactly that position, wondering what the hell he was going to do. And he replaced my tiny butt plug with the next size up using lube. Not so much painful as shocking, I started kicking and screaming. Despite me wiggling around, he continued spanking me and had a few questions about what I'd been up to while he was gone. I'd already told him everything, but this time he wanted to know why, too. Ouch, my ass was surely the brightest shade of red possible.

Interestingly, he wanted me to get on my knees. Great. By now I was dreading what could possibly happen. I mentioned Aithne describing this to me and how I knew what was coming. I tried to convince him I still loved him, but I'm not sure if my efforts were successful. However, the look of his bulging crotch told me that he was still attracted to me - probably venting his rage through hate sex. When he instructed me to crawl after him, I did as promised, my head spinning with speculations.

When we reached the kitchen, I was asked to stand on the table. As soon as I did, I saw he'd placed the iPad on its stand and was recording our session. Hmm, interesting. Then he took off his pants, revealing the bulge in his underwear. Now was the moment of reckoning. Would he whip out his dick for me to suck it? Nope, wrong. He wrapped his belt around my neck and guided me back to the kitchen table.

"You have managed to turn my wife into a serious slut, Jerome. I initially thought it was just a one-time thing, but it looks like she couldn't keep her hands away from you. To make sure she can't handle you, I've replaced her old plug with a bigger one."

Damn, how could I misread those signals? Needless to say, we're still dealing with the consequences.

At first, I felt ashamed when I realized he was recording my punishment. But now, it seemed like he planned to let me keep seeing Jerome. At least for long enough for him to penetrate my ass.

Robert was full of surprises tonight. I felt him enter my vagina. While it was good that it was him and I didn't have to feel jealous, I still expected him to kick me out of the house at any moment. He gave me a few hard thrusts. Sure, they weren't as satisfying as those from Jerome, Sam, or the man in the glory hole, but I wasn't about to complain.

He continued speaking to the camera, "Jerome, I can't fuck her like you do. We'll have to work out some rules of engagement, and I'll have to find someone on the side, but I'll be damned if anyone else is going to take her anal cherry."

I almost said, "Huh?" as I processed what he said, but I was too focused on him pulling his penis out of my vagina and then pulling the plug out of my anus. I knew I'd told you that Robert's penis isn't overwhelmingly wide, but it still felt like a baseball bat as he forcefully shoved it into my anus. There was residual lube from when he put in the plug and his penis was coated with my vaginal juices, but it was still rough. The plug was almost as wide as he was, so my anus was somewhat prepared, at least a little. But the camera definitely captured a look of astonishment on my face. Astonishment, stress, and finally relief as my sphincter opened up, and he was finally fully inserted. Then he started to fuck me harder than ever before. I was howling and I weren't thinking about Jerome or my other partners from the past few days.

I forgot I was being recorded when I began to enjoy what Robert was doing. Aithne was wrong; anal sex was the best. My nerve endings were activated, and the initial shock of the penetration became pleasure. I'd always thought Robert was undersized, especially after fucking Jerome, but in my ass, he was perfect.

I didn't know if he planned it, but he had positioned the iPad for the perfect porno, showing every wrinkle and relief on my face. You couldn't tell exactly what he was doing to me, beyond him claiming to anal fuck me, but the focus was on me and my emotions. I still wasn't sure if I was being punished or if he was trying to show Jerome that he could also make me cum. It was the most passionate fucking he'd ever given me and included on our wedding night. I know I'd always complained that he rarely made me cum, but he found his stride when he penetrated my anus. In fact, he made me cum twice. He never lasted that long before.

I was still screaming in pleasure, wondering if I'd make it to a third orgasm when he withdrew, slapped my buttocks, and told me to kneel. I dropped to my knees as instructed. He then grasped the iPad, holding it facing down at me. I was staring up at the camera and his penis. It looked angry. He ordered me to suck it. I did. I didn't even consider the fact that it had previously been inside my anus. Honestly, at that moment, it wasn't an issue. "Take that dick, you whore," he hissed for the benefit of the camera. "You like the taste of your rear, don't you?" I couldn't really answer. Minutes later, he pulled his penis out of my mouth and jerked it off a few times. I knew I'd be sprayed with his spooge and anticipated it being the largest load of his life. He didn't disappoint.

Robert had changed since I admitted my true needs, and I loved him for it. But he wasn't finished. I moved my hand to try and wipe the cum off my face, but he stopped me. "Sluts look better covered in semen," he informed me. Then he continued, "Let's watch those movies you made."

My body was still humming with pleasure as he led me back to the living room. He then ascended to retrieve my laptop while I remained seated on the couch, pondering what had changed him. When he returned, he had my vibrator with him and sat down next to me. He then projected my laptop screen onto our massive TV. I'd only watched on my 15-inch laptop screen, and viewing it on a 75-inch TV would be different. Robert ordered me to spread my legs and turned on my vibe. With my right leg laid across his left, he rubbed the vibe on my clit as the video of Naomi riding me began.

He'd heard what went down, but experiencing it first-hand really filled in the blanks. I'd reached orgasm the first time I watched it solo. Now that I had cum twice from the butt play he'd given me, I expected my body to be expended. To my surprise, I found myself eager to react the way he desired when he employed the vibrator on me. That was, until he halted. I'd been fixated on the video, not exactly focusing on him, but I sure as hell noted him stopping the vibrator.

"I'm not prepared for you to cum yet again," he advised me. I pouted my lips out, and inclined my head slightly, knowing it's something he digs. He re-initiated the contact with the vibe. As soon as Jerome managed to get me swinging and I was shrieking out on the screen, Robert was stiff once more. He'd halted the intimate device a couple of occasions so I acknowledged he'd most likely anticipate me to satiate him if I arrived at climax. When he ceased the vibrator once again, I relinquished his member.

"Get on with stroking me, darling," he uttered calmly. It was the very first time he'd used the term 'pet' with me. It gave me a comforting feeling, and so I fulfilled his wishes. The video rapidly moved to Sam within the video store office. At this stage, his sperm had solidified on my face; plus, being disallowed to attain orgasm had me yearning madly. He was firmly excited again, but it didn't seem like he was on the verge of reaching a climax. Fact is, when the video completed, he urged me fetch the iPad, the stand, and the bottle of lubricant from the kitchen. I rushed there.

Upon arrival back, he'd gone back to the first video. He instructed me to provide him with the lubricant and to arrange the iPad on the table before the couch. I noticed he had pushed it forward a few feet. I calibrated down the iPad and he instructed me to start recording a fresh video. I initiated the iPad and found the right camera angle. I observed him slicking his cock. It appeared he was intending to revive his intrusion. With additional lubrication and my core still loose from the kitchen table romp, it wasn't that demanding for him to slip into me. He guided me closer and whispered, "Climb up, cowgirl."

In light of the extra lubricant and my sphincter still slack from the kitchen table indulgence, it was somewhat simple for him to penetrate me. He then commanded me to spread my limbs across his. It felt like a split. Furthermore, as I glanced at his cock obvious in my backside on the iPad, I observed he had full command of the situation. In the kitchen film, it had been inferred he was performing such an action. In this video, there was no misinterpretation.

He tossed out a new set of instructions. "Squeeze your nipples." He acknowledged that stirred me wildly and I perceived that he wasn't going to grant me premature climaxes. Soon, the iPad would record my desperation to cherish him in the same manner Jerome and Sam did. He turned on the vibrator again and unveiled a brief sampling of its bliss. I jumped up and down a tad before sinking back onto his member with a tiny whimper of delight. Apparently, he decided to stimulate me further by saying, "Repeat after me." I aimed to hump myself as vigorously as achievable, but doing the splits made it hard to brace myself and gain adequate elevation.

"My name is Beth and I am my husband's whore," he started. My head was spinning with fervor as my tongue articulated the phrases. I'd mentally spoken these words while sucking Jerome and, to an extent, Sam, but hearing it echo his words made me feel he 'got' me.

"I am his slave. He is my master," were the subsequent utterances from my mouth. Relentless wetness oozed out of my cunt.

"I vow to obey whatever he demands, including sharing me with other men and women."

After this declaration, he, unexpectedly, placed the vibrator on my clitoris. I moaned softly, yet depressed the device for only about ten seconds, offering a groan of irritation.

"My Master has control over my body. My mouth, my anus and my pussy. I'll reach climax only when he allows."

Just uttering the word cum, he applied pressure to my clitoris with the vibe. It was hard to continue.

"I endorse his fondness for large black dicks."

This sentence was the most challenging to state because I was more fired up by what he was doing rather than what occurred with Jerome and Sam.

"My Master appreciates my zest for black males."

Easier to voice.

"He tolerates it due to the affection he holds for me."

I was nearly shedding tears at this point.

"I have zero qualms that he fucks other females. I fuck other men."

I reasoned: fair's fair.

"I'll lick his cum from their vulvas and anus if granted permission."

It's plausible Jerome intended for me to betray my hubby, though he ended up cuckqueaning me instead.

"I'll don a scarlet collar to parties because it satisfies my Master."

In this intriguing tale, each confession I had to make on video was more unexpected and pulled me deeper into this twisted world. Despite my earlier thoughts about wanting to try the black collar after my initial white collar experience, it now felt normal to swear allegiance to my husband while wearing red.

The end of my video-recorded commitments wasn't the end of it, though; he had more ideas for my obedience. He laid the vibrator aside and grabbed my hips to fuck me harder. The uncomfortable position was captured beautifully on film and felt heavenly to me. Feeling the need to climax, I asked if I could stimulate my clit instead of my nipples. At first, he said no, but I realized I'd made a mistake in asking it the wrong way.

"Master," I blurted, my voice slightly nasally, "Would you allow me to touch your pussy?"

"Excellent, slave," he responded. "You may."

Dual-handing myself, I tightened my skin to expose my clit with one hand and taunted it with the other. My cries of pleasure drowned out the video playing on the TV.

I was again engulfed in lust, but remembered I couldn't orgasm without his consent. However, I had a hard time holding back my instincts. I improvised my plea, begging him for the go-ahead while in the midst of moaning. He unexpectedly granted me permission to cum and my body erupted into a wave of ecstasy. In the throes of my release, my muscles involuntarily squeezed his cock, prompting his own ejaculation.

My climax didn't end there. I didn't suffer withdrawal, as he told me to stand and turn to him. He wanted me to open my legs, assuming he wanted to see my asshole distend. But I later learned his real purpose was so his sperm from my butt could be seen. After a few moments of me holding my ass open for the camera, he commanded me to get on my knees and clean him off. Assimilating the servitude from my previous kitchen clean-up experience, I gladly gave him that intimate service. Afterward, he turned me toward the camera and cradled my head.

"I am my husband's slut," he declared, echoing his earlier proclamation, "And he adores me deeply. When we married, I swore to God that I would support and safeguard her, and I will continue to do so by granting her every requirement."

As the tears flowed, he lifted me up in his arms and cuddled me, comforting me. When I awoke the following morning, I questioned whether this entire episode had been a dream. But I recalled the throbbing ache in my bottom, earning me a smile as I reached under the sheets to resume caressing his erection.

"That's a wonderful way to awaken me, slave," he commented. The term "slave" tickled me and strengthened my trust in him.

"I believe there's one more brief recording you'd like," he mentioned. I paused my blowjob before hearing him hastily grab his phone's charger from our nightstand.

"Keep sucking, whore," he corrected me, as I awaited further instructions.

"When I say so," he ordered me, "Bring your mouth away from my shaft, gaze at the phone, and assure Aithne that you'd like to share my cum the way she shared the glory hole's cum with you. Then, start stroking my cock."

I complied, enthusiastically agreeing to this latest suggestion and maintaining a mouthful of his cock until he gave the signal.

"That sounds divine."

It didn't take much longer for him to climax. He held the phone in his hand and I'm sure he had my face perfectly framed. I had his member just inches from my lips as I relayed the message to Aithne. I then firmly stroked him. I was unable to catch a lot of the cum in my mouth like we had at the glory hole, but I don't think it was really an issue. Robert seemed to enjoy having his cum on my face. So did I.

I didn't masturbate in bed that morning, not because I didn't crave it, but my husband/Master hadn't given me the go-ahead. I didn't masturbate in the shower either for the same reasoning. I questioned whether or not I would have been in trouble, but I loved the way he acted the night before and I wanted to encourage it. I believed he'd always been a soft spot for helping me reach climax, so if I asked for his assistance even if he tried to be strict, I might persuade him to allow me. However, those actions lay ahead. He had other things in store for us.

For the next week, Robert didn't travel for work, meaning he had more time to spend with me. Time he used to sexually torment me, and I loved it. I was aware his inspiration was coming from outside sources as he was never so creative in bed. By the time the next Friday lunch arrived, Robert informed me we had plans that night and instructed me to wear a summer dress with no bra or panties. As I mentioned, he seemed different lately, which I enjoyed.

Our departure from the house had me lifting my dress and sitting directly on the leather seat of his car. A few minutes later, my husband told me to masturbate while he drove. There was no risk of being seen, but it still felt naughty. When we arrived at the parking lot of a tattoo parlor, my anxieties grew. Neither of us had ink, and I feared he wished for me to have a tramp stamp. To my relief, they also performed piercings. There were two scruffy-looking men who did the tattoos and a woman who did the piercings. She looked like she rode a motorcycle. My Master led me to a display case, and consulted with the woman regarding piercings for my nipples. The woman suggested titanium over stainless steel as it was hypoallergenic. She also promised all their jewelry was ASTM-F136 certified. I didn't know what that was, but Robert was satisfied. The hue was also darker than the stainless. I preferred that as well.

We ventured to the back and the woman had me lower the straps of my dress until it bunched at my waist, exposing my breasts. She arranged for me to lie down on a bench raised to her preferred working level. My nipples were already hardened, but she squeezed my breasts and manipulated my nipples to ensure maximum rigidity. A flood of desire rushed between my legs. She then checked my nipple size with a caliper. She gave him another number that I couldn't comprehend. Then she entered a sterilized bag, containing two bars. The tops of each one featured a screw-on ball designed for insertion. She then put on latex gloves and retrieved a sterilized needle.

"Do you want a minor anesthetic?" she inquired. My spouse replied, "No. She enjoys the pain."

"Excellent," the woman responded, proceeding to tease my right nipple. My fear stemmed from not being given the opportunity to respond. As she was ready, she touched my nipple with the needle, but the feeling of her inserting it and pushing it through my nipple did not hurt as much as I would have expected, perhaps due to my desire to please Robert by remaining a good girl. She then removed the needle and inserted the bar. "First down, one to go," she said.

The woman administered similar treatment to my left nipple. It caused slightly more pain when she inserted the needle, but I persevered. The woman provided instructions on how to care for and clean the piercings and placed breathable Band-Aids over them to prevent them from snagging on my dress. She then advised me to refrain from nipple play, specifically oral play, for the next month or so. That was disheartening, as I wanted her or Robert to begin sucking them right then. She aided me in sitting up and securing my dress again. ultimately faced my greatest concern: a sizable wet spot on the front of my dress and, of course, she took note of it. Far from being bothered, she merely recommending having my clitoral hood pierced as well.

"Her nipples will now be constantly erect, keeping her in a lustful state," she told him. He enjoyed the notion. Without asking for my opinion, the lady knelt down and lifted my dress, exposing my soaking vagina. She then breathed across my clitoris. I slightly jerked back but also moaned.

"She's sensitive," she stated. If you do this, you'll need to have sex with her many times a day."

I liked the idea. I was a bit taken aback that Robert accepted right away. The lady went back to the cabinet and got another bar. This one had a larger girth and the ends had larger bells. Since it was more substantial, it required a larger needle. She didn't ask about pain reliever, but she did say if Robert wanted to, "give her an orgasm, now is the time since it should not be touched for a while." As she said this, she pinched my clitoris like she had done to my nipples to make sure I was ready.

A side of me desired Robert to tell her to make me cum since she was clearly enjoying teasing me. I would have accepted doing it myself while they watched. However, what I was not ready for was Robert saying, "Don't worry about that. I'll only fuck her ass for a few weeks." As I felt my face turn flushed, the woman didn't appear affected. After all, she's likely experienced more extreme instances. A few minutes later, I felt her lifting the skin of my clitoral hood and holding it up. This was the most painful of the three, but then it was done. She held up a mirror so I could view it. It seemed pleasant, though the price was a perpetual arousal.

"No contact for forty-eight hours," she warned me. "Have your Master clean all three. After Sunday, if she really wants an orgasm, press a vibrator against the top ball of her clitoral piercing. Believe me, it will work, though avoid vaginal penetration for a few weeks. Prevent the lower ball from pushing her clitoris upward."

I was far from pleased with the instruction of no sex in my vagina in the near future, despite the notion of a vibrator touching the top clitoris piercing being appealing. I walked out of the piercing area, adjusting my outfit to make sure it was presentable. As I started to leave, I saw the lady whisper something into Robert's ear. I could not understand what she said, but he smiled his mischievous smile. That did not bode well for me.

In the car, I was forced to lift my dress and sit on the seat with my bare buttocks. This was a good idea because I'd prefer my fluids dripped on the seat rather than make further stains on my outfit. I longed to touch myself, but my spouse forbade it, claiming my new piercings needed to heal. I assumed we would be heading home, but instead, we drove in the opposite direction and soon reached the airport. I wondered where we were going. When we parked in the lot, I questioned, "Where are we?"

"I need to acquire certain items," he replied. "Wait in the car. Keep your hands on your lap so I know you're not touching yourself."

Was I so out of control that I'd risk damaging my new piercings for a rapid orgasm? Yes, likely. I sat on my hands and he exited the vehicle. As I caught sight of him entering the shop, it struck me that he may encounter either Sam or Aithne. I had consented for him to meet them. He stayed longer than I expected in the store. When he returned, he carried a large bottle of lubricant. I attempted to peek into the bag, but could not discern the contents. He opened the passenger door. Thankfully, he knew my hands were still under my buttocks.

"Spread your legs," he commanded. I obeyed. He retrieved the lubricant and spread it around my vagina, making it seem as though I'd had intercourse. He then told me to provide him with my hand, assisting me in exiting the car. My dress settled back into position, but I knew what was concealed beneath it. He then directed me inside. Sam was behind the counter.

"Check out who's back," he said, grinning. Then, loud enough for the store's front patrons to hear, he asserted, "It's the woman who will do anything for a big cock." I became embarrassed, uncertain of his plans. Fortunately, there weren't many patrons, only a few men who appeared to have passive wives and a youthful girl who appeared college-aged. She appeared self-conscious to be there and unsure of why she was there. She appeared harmless, a likely new conquest of Sam's. Sam continued talking to me, or more accurately about me for the company's benefit. Product page.

"Apparently you've got some new piercings," he said. "Lift your skirt and let's see," as I heard the words, I couldn't help but freeze. The last time I was here, I'd have done so without a second thought. But right now, with my husband and an unidentified woman as witnesses, I found myself unable to move. The Spunk lube may have had something to do with it, but so did a knowing glare from my partner-in-crime. Still, I obeyed him, my hands moving to lift the hem of my dress.

The stranger seemed pleased with my compliance, and her companion held my gaze with what looked like amusement. I held the fabric up for about 15 seconds, exposing my very aroused lady parts to the shoppers around me. It didn't bother me as much as the idea of them watching my ass. Next, I was ordered to raise the top of my dress, which was easier with the band-aids hiding my new bling. I'm sure this move was to further humiliate me after my earlier display. Bob helped me lift the straps of my dress, while Sam set a pair of handcuffs on the counter.

"As you may know, your master said you're not allowed to touch yourself this weekend," Sam said, adding with a smirk, "these should help."

Robert grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back while simultaneously turning me around, and shoving me face-first onto the counter like a thief being placed under arrest. The motion pushed my clit bar against me; I rather liked that. My husband held me steady, keeping both my wrists in one hand while snatching up the handcuffs. I could've broken free at any moment, but why? This was part of being his slave. He spun me back to a standing position, still sporting that devilish grin. Sam stood there watching, finding the whole thing amusing, and the girl... well, she continued to gaze at me intently.

Finally, I was ushered out of the store and back into the car. "I've got one more thing to take care of at the store," he announced before ducking back inside. I was left to wonder about what that entailed, so I just sat there, waiting.

I didn't have to wait for long, as he emerged after about thirty minutes. Once he got behind the wheel he sighed contentedly. "Aithne has skills," he said through an audible sigh.

Before I could ask if he'd slept with the mystery woman, he answered, "No, just a blowjob in the glory hole. It's not what I was expecting either, but I would've liked to see her. She sounds intriguing," he added with a grin.

I realized then that what I imagined was going to happen had changed; I'd expected to cuckold him, not vice versa. This was apparently the first step in that process. We drove back home, me cuffed and dressed only in my piercings.

Once we were home, Robert released me just long enough to take off my dress. Then he cuffed my hands up again so I could wear them while I cooked him dinner. Then he began to use his hands to pleasure me. He couldn't touch my nipples, clit, or other sensitive spots, but a neck rub, teasing my ears, a gentle fingerfuck, and a spanking had me panting. These hindrances did little to stop my arousal. He ended our session by tucking me into bed as if he were a loving husband.

The next morning, he removed the bandages from my nipples, careful not to touch them, and applied some bottled antiseptic. They were already on their way to healing, so I couldn't even beg for relief, even though they burned from the treatment. The following night, he instructed me to wear a plug without plugging my clit bar, letting the vibrator's constant hum drown out any thoughts, while listening to his instructions on a phone call. He promised to make me cum at some point, but any expectations I had were crushed when, anticipating failure, he brought out a slightly smaller plug and edged me.

Our plans expanded to stretch my ass over a longer weekend. The next day, we took on the biggest plug, which kept me at the brink of victory, but I just couldn't make it in. He promised to make me cum the next night, whether using the huge plug or a vibe directed at my clit bar. At the office, I remained focused but distracted due to the itchy plug in my behind, which no one else could see.

At home that night, he took a second run at that monster plug, pushing me to the limit but I wasn't quite able to squeeze it through, so we settled on the smaller one until the next try.

I found it slightly easier to focus at work on Tuesday, but it took considerable effort to disregard my sensitive regions. The bars were more bothersome than I anticipated. Tuesdays night marked the moment I finally used the massive plug. Although, since Robert had assumed the role of my dominant, we hadn't discussed Jerome fucking my backside. However, I did receive the opportunity to celebrate my achievement. Kneeling on the couch, I was punished not with a spanking, but with a leather belt administered by my Master. I howled and moaned, but when the belt struck the plug, my groans were replaced with moans. I anticipated a purple rear end after the beating, but Robert managed to photograph my red buttocks before they turned purple. He informed me he'd email the picture of the plug to Jerome. I was thrilled by this. I also wondered if Jerome would call me the next evening.

At work on Wednesday, my mind was preoccupied with two matters - if Jerome would attend tonight's gathering or embark on a new hunt, and if I would attain his cock or his treasure. Additionally, I was mildly uncomfortable sitting in my chair due to the belt's effect on my rear. Although it didn't hurt, it served as a reminder of my Master's dominance over my body. I phoned Robert during lunch in the hopes of receiving his permission to masturbate and some good old fashioned phone sex. Unfortunately, he denied my request. Moreover, Jerome informed him tonight wasn't suitable. I was disheartened, but was ecstatic when my husband remarked, "He said Friday was fine."

With the weekend free, I decided to prepare myself for my "date" with Jerome and potentially Naomi. I longed for both their company. I showered, shaved, and groomed myself. I then slipped the large plug in my ass. We practiced this procedure the day prior and, despite the ability to stretch to suit Jerome, I was still nervous. Yet, the excitement was welcome. Worried about appropriate attire, I waited for Robert's return. He arrived home, bearing a simple short white dress with spaghetti straps. He assisted me in donning the garment, ensuring it fitted perfectly. I hadn't worn Band-Aids on my nipples, so the upper bar peeked through the fabric, drawing attention. However, the sensation was pleasant.

Pulling the dress down over my rear was difficult since it stretched slightly around my derriere. Robert instructed me to view myself in the mirror. Reaching his reflection, I gasped. My nipples shined through the fabric and called, "Hi, check me out." My clit bar did not show, but I knew if I became more aroused, I'd leave a damp spot on the dress. Finally, Robert extended a hand to guide me. My lower region was clearly visible. He remarked I should drive straight to Jerome and Naomi's without making stops. I appeared sexually ready on four-inch pumps.

Robert informed me I was to arrive by 8:30. This implied I should leave at 8. It was 7 p.m. when I concluded dressing. Descending to the living room, Robert inquired if I remembered the cost of maintaining Jerome's services. I endeavored to recollect the past promises, though the majority were extracted under the pressure of pleasuring myself. I raised the topic of a favour - I'd suck him off. He readily accepted. Though, he added that we'd revisit the rules video later. Robert sat on the couch whilst I sat on the floor. His calm demeanour suggested he wasn't hurrying to climax. I orally serviced him for approximately fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang. I had to smooth my dress when answering the door, ensuring my womanhood would not be displayed. He simply instructed me to open the door. Frustrated that I could not receive his climax, I stood, removed his member, and straightened my dress.

I stepped to the front entrance, puzzled as to who might be there. A fleeting thought crossed my mind, imagining Jerome and Naomi's arrival to surprise me. If it had been them, I might have collapsed to the ground. Instead, when opening the door, I caught sight of a teenage girl from Temptations, now dressed in a Catholic school outfit. She carried both innocence and sensuality, leaving me perplexed as to why she was there.

"Hi," she greeted with a grin. "You must be Beth. I'm Liz."

"Hello Liz," I returned. "Why are you here?"

"Your husband invited me," she said. "He said you'd be here by now."

"Interesting," I replied. "I'm not heading out for another 45 minutes. You can come in, I guess."

Robert stood ready, his erection concealed, having shoved the table into the living room. I didn't feel anger, just a touch of bewilderment. He instructed Liz to sit on the couch and began to expound.

"I met Liz at Temptations when I went in to buy lube and handcuffs. We've been conversing online ever since. She's 18 and has a Mommy/Daddy fetish. In her experience, she's only been with boys her age or younger."

"Agreed," she confirmed. "My relationships have all been with peers."

"When she watched you expose yourself and submit to having your wrists bound," he continued, "it resonated with her. However, she's never been with someone older than her."

"That's right," she added. "Though I've abstained with older men, I've spent all week considering it after seeing you handcuffed in the store."

As Liz and I returned to the living room, Robert positioned himself and advised her to take her seat on the couch. Then he shared more.

"I introduced Liz to your extraordinary prowess at Temptations. She was taken with the idea of being dominated and controlled by an older person. When she realized you were a regular there, she was particularly enthralled and asked your husband to arrange a meeting."

"So you're here because he invited you?" I inquired.

"Yes," she confirmed. "He told me you'd be here and all I had to do was come. Our schedules would interfere if I didn't come tonight."

My head was reeling. I'd prepared myself for Naomi's arrival, only to find a young girl wearing a Catholic school outfit. I didn't feel jealous that Robert was arranging to sleep with her. I simply desired more time with her before I was forced to leave.

"Your husband asked me to give you oral," Robert elaborated from his domineering position.

His fingers played with my nipples, causing my legs to buckle. I caught myself with a sigh of pleasure.

"My mistress would achieve orgasm a dozen times a day if I allowed it," he asserted, addressing his new submissive. "We're giving Liz a chance to pleasure her for a bit before she's sent to us."

Liz, yet to witness the piercing, lunged at my cleft. She made her first anxious lick between my slit. I reveled in the new sensations of pierced lips against me, resisting the urge to fall to my knees in front of such a young girl. The young girl seemed unsure at first but grew more confident and actually seemed to relish her task, rubbing quite expertly.

Between Robert's digit manipulation and Liz's enthusiastic licking, I seemed to be approaching an orgasm in short order. I leaned into Master's chest, content to give her a taste of the pleasurable experience.

Suddenly, Robert commanded Liz to stop and shifted me away, giving her a view of my shimmering plug. He detailed to her that I'd be penetrated by a large cock that night, having spent weeks preparing myself. He further explained that while she was free to observe, she wouldn't be able to meet my needs in the short time before she left for others.

"My husband says I'll be punished if I cum before he finishes teasing me," I filled her in on my ever-present fear.

Robert instructed Liz to disrobe, and I was left vaguely perturbed, suspecting this was a temporary encounter. I wished for more time together, but perhaps it would be romantic and beneficial for us both to embrace new experiences.

Eventually, as I departed, she was fully unclothed, had given Robert's penis a blowjob but hadn't managed to finish him off, and now sat atop our living room table, frantically rubbing herself as we watched on. Robert made her detail her experiences as a slut while she desperately tried to reach orgasm. All I could picture was Naomi educating me about how to squirt and then Liz and me crossing paths.

Regrettably, I missed her climax. Robert stated he'd let me know what went down. My assumption was that he'd fuck my arse when I arrived back home, but I pondered if Jerome had other plans for me. I was okay with being sent home with yet another recording of my debauchery.

Leaving the house, I could hear Liz's voice in ecstasy. My husband was set for an entertaining evening.

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