Kinky Submissive-Fetish Phone Sex Pt 2-Lau- A – 0007-6-5-2023

She wanted his real full name and actual home address.

Where he and his wife lived, exposing his life to her. Why not? How could he say no? His face was red, and his heart was pounding, but his fingers typed it and hit send. His phone number seemed almost easy at this point – his home number caused an enormous lump in his kinky submissive throat, but he couldn’t stop now. And then, as if his life was not being wholly laid bare before her and the most basic of online searches, he was typing out the firm’s name where he worked and their address—the phone number of his direct line. She didn’t ruin him, but she didn’t stop either. He was a ball of panic and fear. What had he done?

She started to insert a physical presence into his life.

Packages marked “personal and confidential” began to arrive at his office. When the online delivery confirmation hit the courier’s website, she’d give him instructions on what he had to do with the contents. It was dangerous and even terrifying sometimes, but it fed him as he’d never eaten. Even when he’d tried to make his fantasies real early, he’d always stopped at a certain point – deciding that this or that was too risky or challenging to have a cover. But now, he didn’t have the choice to chicken out like that anymore. She decided.

He was returning to his office after lunch when his phone pinged with a text message.

It was from her. He stopped dead in his tracks. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt his face drain of color. The image was him, seen from the back, walking down the street he was on. The message that followed was short. “You’ve got five minutes to call your office and tell them you won’t be back today, turn right into the alley and find the pub’s back door. On top of the third garbage bin is a blindfold. Put it on, wait, and follow my friends’ orders. Time starts now.”

He called work and said he was not feeling well.

He walked quickly, finding the alley and bins near the oil-stained asphalt of the pub’s back door. There was the black leather blindfold. He looked around, then put it on. It brought complete darkness—just the sound of his heart and the fearful straining to understand the other sounds around him.

The hands that finally took hold of him were strong.

A male voice spoke, telling him that he would get into the boot of the waiting car and obey like a good boy, and everything would be okay. Before they put him in the car, he was handcuffed and gagged. The thud of the door above him, and they were driving and bumping until they stopped. He never saw any of them, not as they took him out of the car, brought him into some strange building, and stripped him naked. They teased and tormented his body with clamps, ropes, plugs, and leather harnesses. They redressed him in what felt like tiny, humiliating outfits, and he could hear a camera going off multiple times.

Unseen hands, male and female, touched and stroked his body until he trembled with arousal.

They redressed him – except for being left in pink lace panties instead of his boxers. e was dropped off at a subway station. He wasn’t angry; he wasn’t even scared. He felt bizarrely alive in a way he’d never felt. She was guiding him into his most kinky submissive self, that pleased her and in a way that she knew delighted him.

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