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By (user no longer on site) OP 29 weeks ago
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You look at the bed in front of you. The contents of an Amazon parcel you didn't order but you don't need to even question who it is from.
The sultriest yet slutty, yet sexy underwear you have ever seen. Underwear that had a hole for easy access yet designed like the most expensive lingerie you have seen.
Buzz of your phone "I see the parcel has arrived. Black dress, heels. 10pm. I am meeting friends. You are too look and be a prize"
You beam and fluster with a smile. You look s prize you are on his mind. Followed by confused. "Be a prize"? What could that mean.
10 o'clock rolls on. You hear a car pull up, and you move to the door to let him in. However, through your letter box drops another smaller parcel.
Opening it, a blindfold and a collar. Without question your put it on. Wondering how you will open the door. That mystery is answered when he opens it from the outside. You are his, why are you worried about such trivial problems.
Heavy breathing, hands checking the collar followed by a bit of pressure. Clipping noise and a tug. Must be a leash and you feel yourself led out your house. Panic! What if the neighbours see?
Every step is a contradiction. The cool night air on your skin, the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement hyper-aware of her body, of how she must look. The lingerie is barely concealed by the dress. The blindfold makes you movements uncertain, but the leash guides you to the car. Your on display, even if no one is watching.
The thought should horrify you. But instead, it sends a jolt of heat between your legs. The shame of it—being led like this, blindfolded, collared—only makes you even wetter.
Your not just a slut in private anymore. You his slut just for him, and the world might know it. |
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