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“Would you like to cum?” My wife asked me last night.
“Yes, my love, that would be amazing.” I replied.
She walked up to the bedroom and told me to follow her. She had recently returned from a dinner party held by her Master, and was wearing a very short, very tight, pink dress. When we got there she told me to take off my clothes and kneel on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed she opened her legs to reveal that she had not been wearing any underwear this evening. “Put your arms behind your back.” She said firmly. “I’m a little frustrated this evening.” She explained.
Apparently her Master’s wife had also been at the party and as she does not know the extent of their relationship, my wife had to basically ignore him all night, and was sent home because her Master’s wife had plans.
She began touching my nipples. “You can put your hand on your dicklet but do not start anything until I say so. Is that easy enough for you to understand?”
“Yes, my love.” I replied.
“Would you like to tie me up?” She asked softly as she continued stroking me.
“Yes, my love. That would be amazing if I could.” She stopped, stared at me aggressively and then slapped me across the face.
“Then get that nasty thought out of your head.” She slapped me again, but from the other side. “That’s for my Master. It’s embarrassing that you’d even think I’d let you. You can, however, hear about what he does to me.” She smiled and started stroking my nipples again. “Now you may begin, but if you cum before I finish telling the story you’ll never hear the end. Is that clear?”
(For the avoidance of doubt, I made it to the end of the story. I’ve learned that she is a woman of her word, and I wanted that story so badly I kept my focus on her)
“Yes, my love, thank you, my love.”
“When we go to my Master’s flat in town he has a few rules for me. I’m not allowed to wear clothing, other than these heels.” She drew attention to the 6-inch sparkly stilettos she still had on. “My hands must be cuffed behind my back, and I must wear a blindfold. The leash is optional, but I usually beg him for it so he can safely direct me round his place.” She laughed, knowing that I wished I was him, but never would be.
“Anyway.” She continued. “He has this new game that he insists we play. He’s called it ‘inside’ and it has some very specific rules.
“I am spun around by him, then lifted to an area of the flat. I then need to count to 100 loudly so that he can hear me. Whilst he moves to another area of the house.
“Once I have reached 100 I am to find his cock, make sure it’s hard and put it inside me. If I win, I get a reward. If I lose I get punished.”
My wife explained that there are very specific conditions on the game:
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There are seven rounds to the ‘Inside’.
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She cannot use the same part of her body twice in a row.
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She can only use each part of her body a maximum of 3 times.
“I know it might be a little difficult for you to comprehend.” My wife continued. “But that does mean that by the time we’ve finished my Master has been inside everywhere.”
“Oh, my love.” I gasped.
“Don’t cum, now, you won’t hear the rest.”
“I won’t, my love, I promise.”
She continued by detailing the remaining rules:
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Each round is timed, and even if the time runs out the round doesn’t stop until her Master is inside her.
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The times for each round are variable, and only her Master knows the length of each round.
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If her Master is clothed it is her responsibility to make sure she can access his cock, and make sure it’s throbbing enough to go deep.
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The round only ends once her Master has cum.
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The reward is being able to see again until the next round.
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The punishment is usually a flogging.
“I don’t know why my Master keeps wanting to play the game.” She said, with a fake tone of desperation. “Because it lasts all weekend, and I’ve never won. I don’t think I’m very good at it.”
“Oh no.” I said.
“You’ve cum.” She laughed.
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