After going to the bathroom to clean himself off, he sat in the comfortable armchair as he had another glass of wine, looking at this wonderful woman with whom he had so much fun this evening, and there was still two days to go. He began to plan the next morning with his lovely toy, after she made him breakfast. He sure hoped she could cook, he thought, since she sure worked up his appetite. So far they had done everything in the bedroom, which he felt would be safer feeling for her the first day, but tomorrow there was the backyard for some exercises and he would have her work in his garden, naked except for a collar and leash of course.
Then after dinner she would get to visit the finished basement, where bondage gear lined the walls and very special furniture he had personally designed and built filled the room. It was all just waiting for exactly a body like hers to bind and torture, and use every hole made available at his whim. And then when his wife returned, he mused, she could have her fun as well. But it was going to be a long day tomorrow, so he finished off the wine, got up and undressed, as he slept in the nude, and got into bed behind the sleeping girl, curled up on her side under the comforter and snoring lightly.
He thought he had done everything and more that she expected the first evening, and he hoped he could maintain that level of arousal for two more days. He wondered if she would continue to need pain to orgasm, and what were her limits now, or maybe he would find a few she did not yet know. Finally he put it all out of his mind and drifted off into a restful, peaceful sleep.
As was his normal routine he woke at dawn, got out of bed, used the bathroom and did his morning exercises. He did a few preparation for the day so it was several hours later that he let her sleep in, as he was in no hurry today. But as soon as she began to awaken, he demanded “Get your ass out of bed, use the bathroom if you must, but make it quick. You need to prepare breakfast. You will find what you need in the kitchen.”
Breakfast was actually not bad, and as he enjoyed his meal he fed her from his fingers as she knelt on a pillow he put on the floor beside him. After he finished and she cleaned up the dishes, he attached the leash to her collar and said “Follow me, slut puppy.” He led her on her hands and knees towards the back door. And so her new day began…
But that and the next day are another story…
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