Date Night by Melissa Keir
It was date night. John and I don’t usually get out very often. That’s one of the drawbacks of being a parent…your time isn’t always your own. I was really looking forward to tonight. John told me that he had something special planned.
As I stood looking at my closet for something to wear, John came up behind me and kissed the nape of my neck.
“I have something special I’d like you to wear tonight.” In his hands was a small white box.
As I grabbed the box, I couldn’t help but become excited about what would happen later. John was being very secretive about the evening. Opening the box and pulling back the tissue paper I stared at the contents. A small set of silver balls lay among the tissue paper.
“Do you know what these are?” His voice was low and sexually charged as he asked me.
“Yes.” My voice quivered as I spoke. “Do you want me to wear them now?”
“Of course. You are going to have to keep your pussy tightly clenched in order to keep them inside but I want you to very aware of the sensations of your body as we have dinner. The anticipation of tonight will only increase your pleasure.”
After inserting the balls, I quickly dressed. The senstions were already causing my panties to dampen. Anticipation was causing my body to feel like a live wire.
All throughout dinner I could hardly concentrate. I wanted to badly to feel John inside me.
Leaning toward me, John kissed me and whispered, “Meet me in the men’s bathroom in two minutes.” And he stood up and left the table.
A soft moan left my lips as I walked toward the bathroom as I felt my first orgasm rush through my body.
Open Wide, Lila Munro
Lauren didn’t even bother suppressing the grin quirking her lips. She’d been bad and wasn’t a bit sorry. Master had been away on business for almost ten days and upon returning home had all but ignored her, didn’t eat any of the pot roast she’d babied along in the oven all day, took a shower, and went to bed.
Frustrated, hurt, and a bit pissed, she’d lain awake most of the night bordering on tears. Then in the wee hours before dawn, when one’s brain had often times odd ideas about the world and one wasn’t sure what was real or imagined, she began to concoct a plan. One which was sure to get her exactly what she wanted.
It had always been Lauren’s place as Master’s slave to cook every meal, keep the house immaculately clean, and parade around naked unless Master’s vanilla friends were visiting. Hah! Leaving his side at her appointed wake up time of five a.m., she’d taken her shower and that was as far as her assigned tasks went. She failed to shave, she dressed for the first time in years, she proceeded downstairs where she ransacked the living room, and lastly she set out a box of cold cereal alongside a quart of milk.
Master could go to hell this morning.
He walked a circle around her, reaching out to finger one of the still damp locks hanging tangled over her shoulder. “You seem to have lost your fucking mind this morning, daor. Clothes off, on your knees.”
Lauren took her time quite sure she was further infuriating him. When she finally made her way to the floor at his feet, hands tucked neatly behind her back, his nostrils were flaring with controlled anger.
He tipped her head back and his eyes narrowed. “Open wide.”