Breakfast of Champions 5/6
Allie didn’t need to be told when her husband was ready to cum. Nearly a decade into their marriage, she knew the strengths and limits of his cock. She reached out for her husband’s hand and wrapped it around the base of his cum-spigot. This let her withdraw and pick up her bowl of dry cereal, which she lifted up as an offering to him. “Mmm…you gonna pump out a nice load for me, baby? Gonna give your honey-bear some of that thick man-milk? She watched him masturbate for her with gusto…but whenever he looked down at her, she met his eyes with hers. Allie read her husband’s cues masterfully, and at the appropriate time, said, “Aim down, now. Don’t you dare miss!”
Breakfast of Champions 4/6
Allie’s practiced hands massaged and stroked her husband’s dick. ‘Her husband’s dick’…it sounded to her like a stretch of the truth. It was hers, really. She played with it much more than her husband, and this very scenario demonstrated who was in charge.
With a rumble of the stomach, Allie moved to expedite her wait with some of her husband’s favorite tongue tricks. That and maybe her stomach would be satiated by her husband’s manly taste. Allie never bothered to lick or suck on anything past the glans. She liked having her mouth stuffed with her life partner, but this was business, not the bedroom. The sooner Hank came, the better.
Breakfast of Champions 3/6
Window seat be damned, Allie lifted her shirt from her body and placed it on the table. Hank could intuit her intentions, but could hardly believe them to be true. Allie wasn’t much for morning sex, though she was deadly serious about the most important meal of the day.
Allie maneuvered Hank’s cock out of his slacks and cradled his balls. A mere thin membrane separated her from his coveted milk. But of course it couldn’t be that simple, nor would she want it to be. She let her hands slide up from his gonads to massage his handsome shaft…from his factory to his showroom.
Breakfast of Champions 2/6
When her husband Hank came downstairs all dressed for work, he could tell his wife was cross. After nine years of marriage, he knew what those lips meant. Allie merely pointed at the bowl. “Get me some milk, honey?” she asked. Hank didn’t have to check the fridge. He knew it was empty. “I’m sorry I used up the milk. I’ll pick up some on my way home.” But Allie just lifted the bowl and offered it to him. “Fill it,” she said. “We’re out…” countered Hank. But Allie wasn’t referring to cow’s milk.
Breakfast of Champions 1/6
Allie had a simple philosophy in life. Fix the problems you cause. This law was the foundation of her household…for her son, who paid for the neighbor’s broken window out of his allowance, and her husband, who had more than enough flaws and mishaps to go around. This morning Allie made note of two. He had brought the wrong type of beer home last night…and he drank all the milk without removing carton from the fridge. Now the former could wait, but the latter was a real problem. She’d already poured her bowl, and Allie wasn’t leaving the kitchen without her breakfast.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 10/10
Paige finally detached her face from Victoria’s and took a good look at her fair-fastened friend. Victoria could only kneel and watch…her release depended entirely on Paige’s good nature. So when Paige sat down behind Victoria and began to massage her soft mammaries, Victoria let her have her way and tried to sit still. ‘Tried’ because each tweak of the nipple or kiss on the neck inspired feelings of confusion and sharp sexual impulses.
"I’m sorry Paige…I guess I should have told you to mind who your mistress is before I put this leather straight-jacket on you. Her voice became a whisper as she let her mouth brush up against Victoria’s ear. "You see…I went Christmas shopping this weekend for both you and my Dad…and, well…I only had enough money for one present." Paige paused for a moment to let this sink in. "I think he’s going to like what I got him a whole bunch…" With that, Paige let her tongue trace the spiraling channels of her subordinate’s ear. Victoria’s heart skipped a few beats as she clearly realized the true meaning of Paige’s holiday treachery.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 9/10
"Speaking of trust…" continued Paige, "I’ve one more thing to make your outfit complete. She stuck her hand in the bag once more and pulled out a jet black ball gag. Victoria blushed. Paige sat on the arm of the couch and bid Victoria to come forward with her finger. The off-balance girl slowly inched forward until she knelt between Paige’s open knees.
Paige held the ball gag horizontally at face level, waiting for Victoria to open her mouth wide. When she obeyed, Paige struck. She wedged the plastic orb into her mouth and followed it immediately with her lips. The straps snapped together behind her head and Victoria was shocked to find herself captive to Paige’s whims. Her voice was muted, her wrists bound, and her body exposed. And most importantly, her face was clearly the domain of Paige’s fast-moving lips.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 8/10
Paige spun around behind her leather-clad friend and showed her what she meant. With Victoria’s hands pinned at her side, it didn’t take much effort at all for Paige to force her off balance and onto her knees. With one hand she kept Victoria in place, and with the other she gently massaged at her leisure.
"Isn’t this better?" asked Paige, as she rubbed Victoria’s lower back, "You don’t have to think about a thing…only accept what your master or mistress has in store for you." With that, Paige let her hand slip around Victoria’s bare cheeks and pet her tight ass and inner thighs. Victoria shuddered. "Yes, I like this, but…but what if I want him to try something else…or stop?" "You can’t. The first rule of wearing this is you can only put it on with people you trust."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 7/10
Paige next started to attach the armstraps to Victoria…four leather bindings that kept her arms inanimate at her side. Victoria looked visibly confused as she was tightly restrained. Her arm felt like it was trapped in a doctor’s blood pressure sleeve, but more claustrophobic.
"What’s this…for?" the bound girl asked.
"It’s to make sure you cooperate, Vicky."
"But I can’t interact wi…"
"That’s really not the point. Let’s not be coy. You don’t fancy the leather…you want to be a prize…this corset’s a pedestal on which you can shine. And the best way to experience that is to give in."
"Are you sure?"
"I’ll prove it."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 6/10
Just as Paige began to strap Victoria in, the nude girl asked how her back looked. It wasn’t exactly something she could see easily in the mirror, but it was important in this situation. Wearing one of these with the lights out would be a pointless waste…she wanted her suitor to see what was being offered.
Paige rubbed Victoria’s back and assured her it was as smooth as her bottom…no unsightly blemishes of any kind. Then she told Victoria to breathe in as she buckled the corset tightly around her. Each strap pinched a bit more of Victoria’s flesh, but she remained composed throughout.
Finally came the lower straps. These wound around Victoria’s cherub behind, across her virgin slit and over her thin bush before being secured at her front. This chastity belt was far from an impediment to any interested party. An easy access belt-strap was available at her front to allow whomever the privilege of passage.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 5/10
Paige stood especially close to Victoria and her bare behind as she strapped her into the black leather corset. She measured what belt hole was too tight and loosened it by one. This wasn’t a torture device after all…merely one of control.
The corset itself fit snuggly underneath Victoria’s breasts, highlighting the absence of any coverings above or below. As much as her new suit was about leather-kink, it was also about invitation. It would hide the less relevant parts and help frame the more relevant ones…and broadcast that they were available for the taking.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 4/10
"Mmm…you know it’s not going to look right with these still on." judged Paige. Before waiting for a reply, she went ahead and pulled down her friend’s polka dot panties. Sitting there and beholding bare Victoria, she smiled, knowing things were going exactly to plan. This was shaping up to be the best gift ever.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 3/10
"I’ve got to go try this on!” Victoria exclaimed, walking toward her bedroom.
"Where exactly are you going?" asked Paige. "It takes two to put on.”
"Oh, umm…sure." Victoria blushed and began to smile. "Do I have to be…"
"Naked?" Paige blurted out. She nodded and blushed herself.
But both girls merely shrugged their shoulders and began to prepare Victoria for the gift. Victoria worked down her blouse, button by button, to reveal her braless chest. Paige busied herself with getting that tartan skirt off of her.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 2/10
Victoria couldn’t say no to that. She loved a surprise, but hated to wait. She’d spoiled more mystery novels than not by flipping to the back pages prematurely, unable to handle not knowing.
Paige drew out a black leather corset, full of silver buckles and rivets. Victoria could hardly believe her senses. It was, to say the least, an unconventional present. But it was one that she identified with at once. Her sudden heavy breathing gave her away. Paige knew this already…at their parents’ wedding Victoria had had one too many glasses of champagne and had let this secret desire of hers slip. “Oh, my God, I love it,” Victoria said, as Paige fitted it to her belly.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 1/10
Hours after Paige’s father and Victoria’s mother had gone to bed, the two step-sisters sat awake in the living room, chatting about boys, dancing, mall Santas and holiday drinks. It was their first Christmas together, as their parents had only just married in the Fall. A solitary present sat under the fake plastic tree. It had been years since anyone in either family believed in Santa…most of the gifts would be put out in the morning. But that one present had Victoria’s eye. It also had her name. Paige noticed her stare, smiled and looked down at the gift. “Do you want a sneak peek at what’s in the bag now? Technically, it is Christmas…”