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The Temp

Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

cautious man, I was now making life decisions based solely on the needs of my cock, a cock controlled by the euphoric sensation that came from doing Veronica's bidding. And if, in fact, I was truly at Veronica's mercy, what then? Would there be no demand I could refuse? No indignity I wouldn't suffer? Would my desperate need to be her slave, actually lead me to ruin? Those were the questions that offset the thrill, and swung my mental pendulum back to depression. That depression was reinf***ed on Thursday when Veronica never showed up for work. I could barely focus on my job, and knew that the quality of my work was suffering. In addition, I continued to do all of Veronica's work so nobody would become suspicious about her absence. By 5:00, I knew I'd have to stay late to get the essentials taken care of, and I called my wife to advise her of my timing. "What do you mean you have to work late tonight?" I was taken aback by the question. My wife knew I only worked late when I had to, and she had never questioned my doing so in the past. "I've got all this work that has to get done," I began to explain, but she cut me off. "No, I don't mean that. Did you forget that Veronica is coming for dinner tonight?" My heart stopped, and my mouth literally fell open. A thousand questions raced through my mind. What in the world was she talking about? Veronica coming to dinner?!? Though my wife knew I had a temp this week, I was absolutely sure that I had never even mentioned Veronica by ... name. But there was no other Veronica she could be talking about. What did my wife know? The seconds were ticking by, and I had to say something. "What?" was all I could manage. "You've got some explaining to do, Jack. Such as why you felt the need to invite this temp to our home for dinner? And how you could forget to tell me about it, so now I've got almost no time to get everything ready? And don't tell me now that you're coming home late. She's going to be here at 6:00, and I have absolutely no interest in entertaining her by myself." "Hon, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten. You, uh, spoke with her?" "Fortunately, yes. If she hadn't called to ask me what she could bring, I would have been totally unprepared. I must have sounded like an idiot not knowing that she was going to be our guest this evening, but she was very sweet about it. So finish up, and get home pronto, okay?" "Right. Sure. Sorry." I hung up the phone, and felt suddenly nauseous. Everything was spiraling out of control. I had no way to contact Veronica to dissuade her from following through with her plan, whatever it was. In one hour she would be in my home, talking to my wife about who knows what? As I frantically considered my options, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Jack, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to work today." "Veronica, what the hell are you doing? Why did you call my wife and invite yourself to dinner?" "I understand you're surprised, Jack, so I'm going to be extremely generous and ignore that rude ...