Sunday's Heat: Submission's Embrace

We awoke many hours later. Both of us had slept so heavily that the alarm didn’t wake us, and by the time we came to, our church’s service would have almost finished.

“I think we’ll have to go to the evening service this week, honey!” I say with a big yawn.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you yawn back as you roll over to lay your head on my chest. “What time do your parents get here?”

“Not till about four. So don’t worry, we’ve still got a few hours of freedom.” I respond.

“Mmm, yay,” you say as you stroke your hand over my chest, “’cause I ain’t done with you yet!”

I laugh to myself as I recall our marathon sexual exploits; oh my, what a weekend it’s been! I still can’t believe how adventurous and horny we’ve been, how we’ve left our day-to-day lives and personas behind and dived headfirst, deep into the depths of our raw lust for each other. I can barely recognise the two people that kissed our kids goodbye on Friday afternoon, they seem to have been replaced by a couple of sex-mad… well, I was going to say teenagers, but everyone knows teenagers never have sex this good!

Lost in these thoughts, I pull you closer into me and hold you tight. I love you. So. Much.

I am so happy now I could almost cry because we haven’t been replaced by anyone at all, not really. We’re still us, and this is what we do; our kinky sex is as much a part of our lives as the rest of it all. Tomorrow We’ll go back to forty-something parents of teens, at least on the surface. But underneath, I know we’ll be burning for each other. You’ll ask me what to buy from the supermarket; I’ll be wanting to screw you on the kitchen table. I’ll be bored silly trying to finish our tax return; you’ll be thinking of me burying my face in your pussy and licking you until you gush like a fountain. I’ll be driving the kids to judo practice; you’ll be sitting on the bed rolling a pair of stockings onto your legs, preparing the blindfold and restraints, thinking of how good it’s going to feel to have my hard cock inside you.

We roll out of bed, put our dressing gowns on and go downstairs to get some breakfast, which is a much more run-of-the-mill affair compared to yesterday. We’d neglected to clean up after yesterday’s exertions, and the evidence of our naughtiness could still be found: a cracked eggshell here, a dirty plate there, a dried cum stain on the floor near the cooker.

“Okay, we need to give this place a good clean before the kids get back!” you say with a smile as you pour out two bowls of cereal.

“Yeah, I agree!” I reply. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.”

“Shouldn’t the maid take care of it?” You give me a wink as we sit down to eat.

I chuckle in reply, “Don’t worry, honey, we’ll be back in our roles very soon! There’re still plenty of toys we haven’t played with yet!”

Your eyes light up. “Ooh, yes, please! Erm… can we use the really big one?” you ask coyly, and I know exactly which one you mean.

“That’s the plan!” I say with a broad smile, and all of a sudden, you seem in a big hurry to finish your breakfast!

As soon as we have finished, I say the words you’ve been waiting for all morning: “Kiefer Sutherland!” That’s the code word for us to go back into servant and master roles.

“Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?”

“Go back upstairs, shower, and prepare yourself, then attire yourself in the purple high heels, purple stockings, suspender belt, and purple cupless basque. You are to be bare-breasted for this session.”

“Yes, Master.” You say with gleeful submission.

“I will need to set some things up down here, so you are not to come downstairs until I say so. Is that clear?”

“Oh yes, Master.”

“It may be you are ready before me. If that is the case, you may pleasure yourself with your fingers or a dildo; you are allowed to give yourself an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Master. I will!”

“Fine, off you go then!” And you scamper up the stairs.

As soon as I hear the door shut, I get to work. The “really big” item you were referring to is a padded spanking bench, the like of which we once surreptitiously used when we sneaked into a storeroom at a nightclub. Unfortunately, the phrase “some assembly required” is a big understatement here! This is gonna take me a while!

I rip open the cardboard box, lay all the parts on the living room floor, and get to work. As I fiddle with screws, bolts, and Allen keys, I can hear the shower running. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can hear some other noises too! I stop working to listen closer.

“Ooh… oooooh… AAAAH!!!” I hear you moaning from the bathroom. Wow, talk about impatience! I try my best to assemble the bench, but your noises are definitely putting me off my game.

The sounds of your solo play come to a close, and you turn the water off. The bathroom door opens, and I hear you walk to the bedroom, but the bench is still nowhere near ready. So I start working as fast as I can, which is not easy as I have a raging boner from listening to you pleasure yourself. But soon, the frame is together, and I start to attach the padding, the knee rests, the armrests, the chin rest, and the little clip at the back near where your pussy will be.

I can no longer hear any footsteps from the bedroom, so I presume you’ve finished getting ready, but I’m not quite there yet, so you’ll have to wait a bit longer. My hands start to sweat in anticipation of what I’ve got in store for you, which isn’t helping me as I fumble around with the screwdriver! Just then, I start to hear more noises from upstairs: “Oh, yes; oh, yesss!! OOOH!!!” The ceiling begins to creak a little; you must be really going for it up there!

At last, I tighten the final screw, and the frame is ready; now, to apply the finishing touches! I take off my dressing gown and slip into the leather bondage trousers and chest harness. After all, I may as well look the part!

“Ready, my love!” I shout from the bottom of the stairs.

I pick up the riding crop with the feathers at the other end and listen to your high heels knock on the stairs as you come down them. I can barely contain my excitement as you slowly turn the door handle.

The door swings open, and there you are, standing with one leg crossed over the other, one hand on your hip, and the other leaning on the doorframe. You are sexiness personified, your perfect legs adorned by the purple stockings and heels, your hips and waist encased by the lacy, purple basque, and your breasts hanging free over the top of it. You have completed the set with some purple lipstick and earrings, and your sexy smile and the slight flushing of your cheeks are the cherry on top. I recognise the familiar post-orgasmic glow on your skin; yes, my love, I know what you’ve been up to!

I kiss you and pull you closer into me, holding you tight. I love you. So. Much.

I am so happy now I could almost cry because we haven’t been replaced by anyone at all, not really. We’re still us, and this is what we do; our kinky sex is as much a part of our lives as the rest of it all. Tomorrow We’ll go back to forty-something parents of teens, at least on the surface. But underneath, I know we’ll be burning for each other. You’ll ask me what to buy from the supermarket; I’ll be wanting to screw you on the kitchen table. I’ll be bored silly trying to finish our tax return; you’ll be thinking of me burying my face in your pussy and licking you until you gush like a fountain. I’ll be driving the kids to judo practice; you’ll be sitting on the bed rolling a pair of stockings onto your legs, preparing the blindfold and restraints, thinking of how good it’s going to feel to have my hard cock inside you.

We roll out of bed, put our dressing gowns on and go downstairs to get some breakfast, which is a much more run-of-the-mill affair compared to yesterday. We’d neglected to clean up after yesterday’s exertions, and the evidence of our naughtiness could still be found: a cracked eggshell here, a dirty plate there, a dried cum stain on the floor near the cooker.

“Okay, we need to give this place a good clean before the kids get back!” you say with a smile as you pour out two bowls of cereal.

“Yeah, I agree!” I reply. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.”

“Shouldn’t the maid take care of it?” You give me a wink as we sit down to eat.

I chuckle in reply, “Don’t worry, honey, we’ll be back in our roles very soon! There’re still plenty of toys we haven’t played with yet!”

Your eyes light up. “Ooh, yes, please! Erm… can we use the really big one?” you ask coyly, and I know exactly which one you mean.

“That’s the plan!” I say with a broad smile, and all of a sudden, you seem in a big hurry to finish your breakfast!

As soon as we have finished, I say the words you’ve been waiting for all morning: “Kiefer Sutherland!” That’s the code word for us to go back into servant and master roles.

“Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?”

“Go back upstairs, shower, and prepare yourself, then attire yourself in the purple high heels, purple stockings, suspender belt, and purple cupless basque. You are to be bare-breasted for this session.”

“Yes, Master.” You say with gleeful submission.

“I will need to set some things up down here, so you are not to come downstairs until I say so. Is that clear?”

“Oh yes, Master.”

“It may be you are ready before me. If that is the case, you may pleasure yourself with your fingers or a dildo; you are allowed to give yourself an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Master. I will!”

“Fine, off you go then!” And you scamper up the stairs.

As soon as I hear the door shut, I get to work. The “really big” item you were referring to is a padded spanking bench, the like of which we once surreptitiously used when we sneaked into a storeroom at a nightclub. Unfortunately, the phrase “some assembly required” is a big understatement here! This is gonna take me a while!

I rip open the cardboard box, lay all the parts on the living room floor, and get to work. As I fiddle with screws, bolts, and Allen keys, I can hear the shower running. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can hear some other noises too! I stop working to listen closer.

“Ooh… oooooh… AAAAH!!!” I hear you moaning from the bathroom. Wow, talk about impatience! I try my best to assemble the bench, but your noises are definitely putting me off my game.

The sounds of your solo play come to a close, and you turn the water off. The bathroom door opens, and I hear you walk to the bedroom, but the bench is still nowhere near ready. So I start working as fast as I can, which is not easy as I have a raging boner from listening to you pleasure yourself. But soon, the frame is together, and I start to attach the padding, the knee rests, the armrests, the chin rest, and the little clip at the back near where your pussy will be.

I can no longer hear any footsteps from the bedroom, so I presume you’ve finished getting ready, but I’m not quite there yet, so you’ll have to wait a bit longer. My hands start to sweat in anticipation of what I’ve got in store for you, which isn’t helping me as I fumble around with the screwdriver! Just then, I start to hear more noises from upstairs: “Oh, yes; oh, yesss!! OOOH!!!” The ceiling begins to creak a little; you must be really going for it up there!

At last, I tighten the final screw, and the frame is ready; now, to apply the finishing touches! I take off my dressing gown and slip into the leather bondage trousers and chest harness. After all, I may as well look the part!

“Ready, my love!” I shout from the bottom of the stairs.

I pick up the riding crop with the feathers at the other end and listen to your high heels knock on the stairs as you come down them. I can barely contain my excitement as you slowly turn the door handle.

The door swings open, and there you are, standing with one leg crossed over the other, one hand on your hip, and the other leaning on the doorframe. You are sexiness personified, your perfect legs adorned by the purple stockings and heels, your hips and waist encased by the lacy, purple basque, and your breasts hanging free over the top of it. You have completed the set with some purple lipstick and earrings, and your sexy smile and the slight flushing of your cheeks are the cherry on top. I recognise the familiar post-orgasmic glow on your skin; yes, my love, I know what you’ve been up to!

I kiss you and pull you closer into me, holding you tight. I love you. So. Much.

I am so happy now I could almost cry because we haven’t been replaced by anyone at all, not really. We’re still us, and this is what we do; our kinky sex is as much a part of our lives as the rest of it all. Tomorrow We’ll go back to forty-something parents of teens, at least on the surface. But underneath, I know we’ll be burning for each other. You’ll ask me what to buy from the supermarket; I’ll be wanting to screw you on the kitchen table. I’ll be bored silly trying to finish our tax return; you’ll be thinking of me burying my face in your pussy and licking you until you gush like a fountain. I’ll be driving the kids to judo practice; you’ll be sitting on the bed rolling a pair of stockings onto your legs, preparing the blindfold and restraints, thinking of how good it’s going to feel to have my hard cock inside you.

We roll out of bed, put our dressing gowns on and go downstairs to get some breakfast, which is a much more run-of-the-mill affair compared to yesterday. We’d neglected to clean up after yesterday’s exertions, and the evidence of our naughtiness could still be found: a cracked eggshell here, a dirty plate there, a dried cum stain on the floor near the cooker.

“Okay, we need to give this place a good clean before the kids get back!” you say with a smile as you pour out two bowls of cereal.

“Yeah, I agree!” I reply. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.”

“Shouldn’t the maid take care of it?” You give me a wink as we sit down to eat.

I chuckle in reply, “Don’t worry, honey, we’ll be back in our roles very soon! There’re still plenty of toys we haven’t played with yet!”

Your eyes light up. “Ooh, yes, please! Erm… can we use the really big one?” you ask coyly, and I know exactly which one you mean.

“That’s the plan!” I say with a broad smile, and all of a sudden, you seem in a big hurry to finish your breakfast!

As soon as we have finished, I say the words you’ve been waiting for all morning: “Kiefer Sutherland!” That’s the code word for us to go back into servant and master roles.

“Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?”

“Go back upstairs, shower, and prepare yourself, then attire yourself in the purple high heels, purple stockings, suspender belt, and purple cupless basque. You are to be bare-breasted for this session.”

“Yes, Master.” You say with gleeful submission.

“I will need to set some things up down here, so you are not to come downstairs until I say so. Is that clear?”

“Oh yes, Master.”

“It may be you are ready before me. If that is the case, you may pleasure yourself with your fingers or a dildo; you are allowed to give yourself an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Master. I will!”

“Fine, off you go then!” And you scamper up the stairs.

As soon as I hear the door shut, I get to work. The “really big” item you were referring to is a padded spanking bench, the like of which we once surreptitiously used when we sneaked into a storeroom at a nightclub. Unfortunately, the phrase “some assembly required” is a big understatement here! This is gonna take me a while!

I rip open the cardboard box, lay all the parts on the living room floor, and get to work. As I fiddle with screws, bolts, and Allen keys, I can hear the shower running. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can hear some other noises too! I stop working to listen closer.

“Ooh… oooooh… AAAAH!!!” I hear you moaning from the bathroom. Wow, talk about impatience! I try my best to assemble the bench, but your noises are definitely putting me off my game.

The sounds of your solo play come to a close, and you turn the water off. The bathroom door opens, and I hear you walk to the bedroom, but the bench is still nowhere near ready. So I start working as fast as I can, which is not easy as I have a raging boner from listening to you pleasure yourself. But soon, the frame is together, and I start to attach the padding, the knee rests, the armrests, the chin rest, and the little clip at the back near where your

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