“You’ll always be mine, Abigail. Always.” He grips my hips until his cock stops pulsating. Slowly he pulls himself free from my heat, leaving a trail of his cum dripping down my thigh. He reaches for my hand, helping me up. He runs a finger over my lips, his hand going to the back of my neck, pulling me forward. “Clean it, Abigail, put my cock in your mouth and clean it.” I look up at him, eyes widening. He can’t possibly...

"Are you sure you want me to go?" "I've told you this already, Cassandra. Why are you questioning me?” I look down. The authority is clear in his voice and I know I've overstepped. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just checking. You don't normally take me with you on business trips”. "This time, it worked out with the other partners and my mother coming to stay with the children. Although, none of that should matter seeing as I'...

Pt 2  “Will you submit, Abigail?” Rubbing my cheek against the top of his head I whispered  “Yes, John. I will.” Pulling back he looked at me, staring for what seemed like minutes.  “You’re sure?” His voice was husky.  “No,” I smile a little, “but I want to be. Show me? Show me what it means to submit to you?” He leaned back on his heals, rested his flannel pants clad bottom on his heels. He pulled me up off the  the matt...

“Please come home John... I miss you. I miss us. I’ll accept your punishment, I’ll submit to you. Just please come home.” He sighed, put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him.  “Abigail, go home. This isn’t the place.”  I tried to look away again, but he wouldn’t let me. I closed my eyes as a tear trickled down my cheek.  “Damnit Abigail look at me.” I opened my eyes “Please John, I-“ He gripped my ch...

I sigh as I rinse yet another sippy cup, placing it on the top rack of the dishwasher. Rolling my shoulders, I reach for the last few things to put in the dishwasher. The kids are asleep, finally. Thankfully. As I turn the water off and dry my hands I debate between going to bed myself or taking a bath while waiting for my husband to come home from a late night at work. The bath wins. I pour myself a glass of wine and mak...

"Can I suck your cock?" I text you.I have been warned not to speak, you are lounging on the sofa, naked, teasing me. Angry with me for disagreeing with you over plans this weekend. I am craving your control, your acknowledgement. I need to apologize in the only way I know how, with my body. I hold my breath waiting for your spoken response. "Yes." You shift slightly and look at me for the first time all evening. "Undress....