I have an assignment.
A research assignment.
A multi-part project, researching possibilities.
For next weekend.
For a clandestine getaway.
for the town we'll be visiting, I'm not coming up with what we need. At
least, not when I try to search for it according to our true
Google does not recognize the word "tryst."
Nor does it want to consider "illicit."
The closest Google gets is "illegal."
Not quite what I was after.
really want is a restaurant with small private rooms... red velvet
drapes... a fainting couch... privacy and discretion. A place thick with
atmosphere for a man whose cock is thick with desire in which he can
enjoy an assortment of sensual pleasures.
could count on not being disturbed if he decided to drink his champagne
from the trough formed by his pet's back. And if by chance he were
disturbed, he could count on the offender stealing silently away and
making no comment to anyone.
If he were disturbed.
I, of course, will be expected to maintain my focus on serving his
pleasure no matter where we are or who might join us or what might
happen. I will be merely one of the objects assembled to assure him a
pleasurable weekend of self-indulgence.
it is hard to really believe that. But then, when he wraps his belt
around my neck, this man who isn't really into leather but likes it on
me takes me to a place, to a time, to a condition... more Roman than
antebellum, really, where owning another person was... I'm slipping away
now as I write this... slipping back to where I was a mere 4 hours ago,
as I knelt naked before him, the belt wrapped round and round my
neck... my pussy is convulsing now... I can't think... can't focus... we
had been apart for three weeks due to this and that... and then... I'm
not supposed to use that word now... the "s" word... but I was there.
The belt around my neck, the leather, it took me there.
Tomorrow, I will be with S--.
Daddy wants me to be.
I'm to fuck him.
Make him feel good.
And all the time see the man who owns me standing there.
And should S-- comment on the welts left by Daddy's belt on my pale, round ass... I am to say "He whips me."