1. Driving Miss Jones


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    her, and then to stop her stepping through her hands and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well. I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtains to form a makeshift bed, and then I told her, "Sleep it off ok?" and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chair under the cellar door door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one half completed bedroom. I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a crack whore so I took an old vivid orange lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote SLUT in big letters right across her forehead and then I eased her dress up around her waist and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy. I woke next morning with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains "Damn!" it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the cellar, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine had to go somewhere and that was my curtains ruined, "You need a shower!" I exclaimed. "Bastard!" she sobbed, "You won't get away with this." It was much easier to cut her ruined panties off than touch them, so I used the funny little hook blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the sides and pull it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her shoes, and then she looked really silly, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in case she got awkward. "Oh no no way!" ...
    she said, "Not that no," she complained as she realised she couldn't pull her dress down enough to hide her pubes. "If you shut up I'll let you shower," I promised, but she wouldn't, she couldn't believe I just wanted her to sober up and get cleaned up. "Ok, if you won't shut up I'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her bondage video I turned and left her and went upstairs. It was a nice afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the Underground station and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It didn't take long to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window. Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrists or ankles, soft ropes in various colours, dog collars, play handcuffs, whips even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred pounds on her. I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very cheap and tacky underwear, and a cheap yellow latex dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home. She was really angry when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the ball gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ball in her mouth and fasten the strap around the back of her head. She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the cords and on ...
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