Leather Collar, Baby Girl

Lori was my wife, my lawyer, and my boss. She was also kinky. My wedding gift to her had been a bondage bench, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, an assortment of thigh highs, and a beautiful leather collar embossed with her pet name, Baby Girl. Her gift to me was her submission. We had met in college, both pursuing our Juris Doctorates, we had an open debate in one of our classes that had turned heated. Class ended, but she followed me to the common area afterwards, still steaming. As she stood passionately defending her stance, I was at first annoyed, then amused, then aroused. Her shocked gasp when I kissed her was the most adorable sound I had ever heard. She pulled away, stared at me with an open mouth and wet lips, the she kissed me with a fire equal to the heat in her argument. Our relationship had begun. We were inseparable after that, even rearranging our class schedules so that we shared them all. Things were going quite well until tragedy struck at home. With only a year left, I had to leave school to care for my ailing father. We continued dating, got engaged, and married a few months after my father passed. I enrolled in night school while she went to work. There’s nothing easy about night school. In the meanwhile, she had finished her J.D. and went to work for a local firm. The older gentleman who owned the firm quickly recognized her talents and trained her. Then he sold her the firm. It was a great opportunity for her and a lucky break for me. I was able to leave my 50 hour per week job, join her office, and actually have time for my studies. It also fed right into her kinks and mine. We had learned early on that we enjoyed power play. She was mostly a good girl, and maybe even had a bit of a praise kink. But sometimes, the bad girl slipped out. Blame it on the stress of a big case, or the fact that she was my boss, but just before a big trial, she snapped. She burst into my office in a heated frenzy. “Where is the damn file Eric?! The trial starts in three hours and I need to review it!” I had not only emailed her the file, but I had also placed a printed copy on her desk. Without speaking, I rose and went to her office with her muttering in tow. I opened the email then picked up the printed copy and handed it to her. The look on her face was one of defeated defiance. Holding her gaze, I said, “Conference Room 3. 5 minutes,” then left the room. Conference room 3 was a very special room that required a key code or thumbprint to enter. We were the only two that knew the code, and only our thumbprints would unlock the door. I went straight there. Once inside, I removed my tie and shirt, then picked up my favorite paddle and waited. After exactly 5 minutes had passed, there was the thunk of the lock and the door opened. A very different Lori walked inside. She was even wearing her collar. Good girl. She approached me with her eyes down and her hands clasped in front of her. “I’m sorry Sir, my behavior was unacceptable.” “Yes it was, Baby Girl. I was very disappointed.” She was wearing a blue denim dress that buttoned to the waist, matching thigh highs, and Louboutin ankle-strap red bottom heels. Underneath, she was wearing a matching enchanted blue lace bra and panty set. I know because I picked it out. I directed her to unbutton the dress completely, and remove her bra and panties. I then led her to the bench where I securely fastened her wrists and ankles. Then I admired her. She was truly breathtaking. Walking to the front of the bench, I squatted down to her eye level. “Do you know why you are being punished?” “Yes Sir. I was very disrespectful to you in the office.” “That’s right. Do you accept your punishment?” “Yes Sir.” I kissed her lips, reaffirmed my love for her, then walked to the back of the bench. I lifted the hem of her dress to expose her beautiful ass, then went in for a closer inspection. She was already wet. I took my place to her side, lovingly stroked each cheek, then began. The sound of leather coated wood striking skin filled the room. Her pain tolerance is very high, and it was only after the fifth stroke to each cheek that she made a sound. At that point, I retrieved her Screaming O vibrating egg, inserted it into her dripping hole, and set it to medium vibe. As I continued, her cries were a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could cum just like this, but I wanted more. Satisfied with the bright hue of her cheeks, I removed egg from her pussy and inserted it into her ass. She moaned at the intrusion and wiggled as much as she could against her restraints. I then dropped my pants and entered her pussy in one stroke. The double penetration along with the vibrations of the egg and the stinging of her ass had her very close and begging for release. “Please Sir! Please let me cum! I’ll be good! I’ll be your good girl!” I let her beg for a few strokes, but I knew her limit. Overwhelmed with the sensation of being wrapped in her delicious hole, along with the fiery eroticism of our scene, had me very close, and I wanted us to cum together. Crossing the threshold of no return, I said, “Cum now Baby Girl!” She did. The inward rush of my semen was met with the outward rush of her cream, and her thighs and mine were coated in the lusciously aromatic scent of our combined sex. Partially sated but still burning with need, I pulled my cock from her quivering hole and replaced it with my tongue. The scent, texture, and taste sent a charge to my semi-erect cock and I stroked while I ate. Her moans and the need in my core built until she came again and I released a pool onto the floor. Breathing hard but driven by the need for intimacy, I moved to the front of the bench and kissed her. With us both smiling together after the wonderful release of pent up need, I freed her from the bench and we embraced and kissed again. “I needed that so much, thank you,” she said. “You’re very welcome my love.” As she started to get dressed I had a naughty idea. “Be a good girl, don’t wear your panties, and don’t clean up. You can fix your makeup, but don’t brush your teeth.” She stared at me in a little bit of disbelief, knowing she would soon be appearing in front of a judge, but she acquiesced, smiled, and said, “Yes Sir.”

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