Hi Reader, my final season three prompt. My apologies to you all, especially Maria, who waited patiently. I loved writing the story, and I hope you enjoy it.
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Prompt by Maria in bold.
He’s a piece of shit who cheats on his wife. She makes arrangements for him to spend the weekend with two of her sexiest buddies from work. Both are tall, brunette, busty, and hot as hell. Unbeknownst to him, they are both lesbian-dominant women who will teach him how to treat a lady properly using their dungeon.
I was bound tightly in a doggy-style position, dangling from the ceiling, roughly an inch above a solid wooden bed, facing a lightweight cotton sheet. Not having my knees and elbows in contact with the bed placed extra pressure on my shoulders and back, but that was precisely what I had asked for.
Now that I was trussed up, I wasn’t so sure it was what I wanted.
I’d become increasingly obsessed with BDSM kinks for years but was terrified to explain the fascination and desire to try to my wife, so I made the biggest mistake of my life and paid a hooker with whom to explore the dynamic.
She suggested a golden shower, otherwise known as pee play, and I wanked off for days over videos, thrilled I would soon try for myself what others seemed to love.
When the nineteen-year-old girl turned up at my house while my wife was at work, I realized right away my hooker wasn’t even a domme. The barely legal girl tried her best, but predictably, everything went as pear-shaped as possible.
Although I would have done the full dirty had our session not been cut short, I never fucked the hooker, but what I’d done behind my wife’s back amounted to cheating. I constantly played it down in my mind, latching onto the fact I never slid my cock inside the hooker.
My wife caught me red-handed, and for over a month, we quarreled. After many nights of trying desperately to change Ella’s mind, she visited lawyers and presented me with divorce papers. I begged on my knees, going to the extreme of suggesting my physical punishment might be a path to redemption.
And so I was here, in a dungeon, dangling from the ceiling, about to be fucked in the ass by a method I recommended. It was one of many kinks I had researched online and filtered into a bucket list of sorts.