1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt2


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    progressed. I am not going to bore you with repetition, each day the text outlining what I should wear, each day the big brown van slid up to park across the gateway, around 2 pm then an hour of photographs in poses sexual or domestic, wearing assortments of clothing, swimsuits, even overcoats and mackintoshes, dressed or undressed, for the next month of weekdays nothing changed, it was as if the BJ had never happened. At three the little alarm would buzz and it was over, a passionate kiss then he vanished leaving a haze of blue fumes trailing over the hedge. I became frustrated, my charms had stiffened his resolve on the day of the BJ, and had tented his trousers again later on subsequent days but he had made no move to take further advantage and I was loath to take the lead, if he wanted more he needed to do something and soon. It was on the fifth Monday that the longer text arrived, I was sitting with a mug of coffee letting my body come down from Steve`s latest assault when the little machine buzzed and a series of text`s began to a arrive. Basically he said he wanted to do some fetish shots, he hadn`t wanted to ask face to face but he was wishing to tie me up [or down, he wasn’t specific] and would I mind if he supplied a restrain or two for his photo collection. I sent back that we needed to talk and could we do that today please. There was no reply and neither was there the usual request for me to dress for him. Prompt at two the van slid to a halt outside, I greeted ...
    him in a matching set of frilled lace in a fetching dove grey colour, my housecoat covering the whole assembly. He had his camera but for a change it was in its case. Over tea, which for some strange reason he took black with neither milk nor sugar, we sat and chatted. I explained that my wardrobe was slowly running out of fresh options and that to be honest there was getting to be fewer poses for him to picture, a point he had to agree. That he wished to step up to fetish stuff was a step that I was prepared to take but only if he provided the clothing and only if he respected my husband, neither finding out or even suspecting. At this he became a touch angry; he said loudly and in a dominant voice, that I should know he would not be telling hubby or anyone else for that matter unless I tried to refuse him anything, It was not for me to agree or disagree to whatever he wished to do with or to me, he was now in control and I would obey his every wish, was I clear about that! The strange thing is the surge of sexual excitement I felt at his dominance, I suddenly knew in my inner self that this was what was missing, the jigsaw piece`s fell into place this was what I craved from Jack, it was as clear as crystal, I instantly understood that this was what I needed; to be controlled by a masterful male, it would be a joy to be totally under his control, I knew I was in his power regardless of whatever I was wishing to do I must bend to his will and it must be at his command.... I ...
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