1. The Temp


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

    ears, or leave the room or something," Diane joked, then turned back to Veronica "...but I don't think he'd go in for the type of thing we're talking about." "You mean that "real worship" sort of thing?" "Yes." "Uh, ladies...," I interjected, but they ignored me as if I wasn't even sitting there. "That "kneel and serve me" sort of thing?" "Yes." "That "be my slave" sort of thing?" There was a sudden silence. My heart was pounding. Veronica stared at my wife as Diane blushed. "Yes." "Have you ever asked him?" "Well... no." The moment was surreal. Though Diane never talked publicly about our private life, here she was discussing something extremely intimate, and revealing to a stranger feelings she had never spoken about to me. If the growing intensity was any indication, she also seemed to be getting aroused by the conversation. I looked back and forth at the two of them; their eyes were locked on each others. They continued to talk as if I wasn't there. "Perhaps you should." "But, what if he doesn't...you know?" "Or I can ask for you if you're too uncomfortable?" There was another awkward silence. I looked over at Diane, but she did not look back at me. She was hesitating to answer Veronica's question, which Veronica took as an opening. "So how about it, Jack? Diane seems to like the idea of you worshipping her in a "serve me and be my slave" sort of way. Does that turn you on, imagining yourself a slave?" Diane looked at me in silence, waiting for my answer. If she only ...
    knew the irony of Veronica asking me that question. I looked back over at Veronica. The subject being discussed had only made my erection harder, yet I was speechless. "I think his silence means he likes the idea Diane. But I also think it means you just have to take control. That's probably the encouragement he needs. Jack, why don't you start by giving Diane's feet some attention?" Like a zombie, I turned back to look at my wife. She stared at me but said nothing. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. "Diane?" I asked, not really believing she expected me to do anything. Veronica filled the silence. "Why don't you get on your knees Jack?" The fantasy/reality had come full circle. Here was Veronica telling me to get on my knees, just as she had done each time she dominated me, but now in the presence of my wife, playing the role of surrogate dominatrix on Diane's behalf. How in the world had we gotten to this place? I still wasn't sure what Diane thought about all this. But then, Diane lifted her leg, and dangled her foot in front of me. "Diane?" I asked again in a whisper, still needing confirmation. Diane spoke in a soft voice. "I like Veronica's idea, Jack. And there's something about her sitting here, watching and instructing you, that feels so hot." This was either about to become a nightmare or a dream come true, depending on what Veronica chose to say or not say. I dropped to my knees in front of the sofa, and took Diane's foot in my hands. In a flash, ...
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