1. Dolore Dolce


    Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    An unwelcomed sliver of sunlight slowly crept its way to her sleeping eyes. It invaded the bedroom from a small gap between the curtains and woke her from a peaceful slumber. “Ohhhhhh, five more minutes, please go away,” she complained and threw a pillow at the curtains. She slowly lifted her arms over her head and carefully stretched. Her bare breasts slipped free from under the bed sheet. She looked down at her firm breasts and smiled to herself. There was a thick, long, purple and blue bruise streaked across the top of both her breasts. It looked as if it had been painted it on her flesh with a fine, camel hair artist’s brush. She bit her lower lip, smiled and purred, “Mmmmmmm. Thank you, Sir.” She swung her legs off the mattress, stood up and proceeded to gingerly make her way to the bathroom. She stopped in front of the full length mirror on the bathroom door to inspect her naked body. Fading red welts covered her thighs and abdomen. She ran her fingers over them and smiled to herself. She spread her legs and inspected her hairless, plump mound. It also was streaked with fading red marks. She turned around and inspected her ass and back. “Holy fudge! Thank you, Sir!” she exclaimed pleased at the light bruising and welts that were there. “ They’ll disappear in a few days, unfortunately ,” she remembered the words I had whispered to her the night before. She sat down to pee and leaned forward to admire her new ankle bracelet. Her fingers traced over the four gold letters ...
    and she mouthed the word, slut. “I love being your slut, Sir,” she grinned. She giggled to herself and thought back to the night we met. It was at a pub close her campus. She was to meet her friend that had been dumped by her on again, off again boyfriend. There was only one available seat at the bar. The seat next to it had a briefcase on it. She took the empty seat and ordered a vodka and tonic. The briefcase was mine. I was leaning on the bar, sipping on a beer, while I waited for my dinner. She felt intimidated, perhaps even scared, but she couldn’t stop herself from cautiously looking me over. "Tall, handsome, scary looking older man, in a long black coat at three o’clock," she thought and smiled to herself. When she had built up enough courage, she turned in her seat and asked me, "Excuse me, is that your briefcase?" I turned and nodded, "Yes." Her heart quickened when our eyes met. Something in my eyes definitely scared her. Whatever it was, it also excited her. She thought the nearly all gray goatee added to my already imposing look. "I am waiting for a friend. May I put my purse next to your briefcase, please?" she politely and cheerfully asked. Her emerald green eyes sparkled when she smiled. My cock twitched at the sight of this young and beautiful girl. "Of course you may. It shouldn’t be much longer for my order to be ready," I smiled back at her. Her cell phone vibrated. She huffed as she read the text and typed a reply. "No rush to vacate the premises. My friend ...
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