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I wake up the next morning with sunlight filtering through the window. The morning air feels chilly, but the bed is warm and comfortable. As I stretch out, I realize I’m alone in the bed. Opening my eyes I see that in fact, I am alone; a note is propped on the nightstand. The note reads that Patrick went for a morning run with the dogs and to pick up some groceries. I look on the floor at my crumpled dress, then at his large black fleece hanging on the door. His fleece over my naked body feels delicious. I use the bathroom and brush my teeth. My hair is a rumpled mess. Running my fingers through it makes it marginally better, but I’d forgotten to pack a brush, so it will have to do. I patter out to the main room and feel warmth emanating from the wood stove and the smell of coffee thick in the air. A mug sits next to the French press, and I pour myself some coffee. Picking up the bag of beans from a local coffee roaster, I chuckle to myself about us Oregonians and our “locavore” obsession. I retrieve my phone from my pack, then curl up on the couch soaking in the heat from the wood stove. Checking my messages first to make sure Addie hadn’t called, I see there are only two messages from Johanna; one from last night and again one from this morning. As expected, the first is demanding a call as soon as I’m home from dinner to give her details. The second, from this morning, is a little bit concerned that she hasn’t heard from me, but tempered with the hope that I “got laid.” I send her a quick text letting her know the date was great and that we stayed overnight at his cabin in the gorge. I let her know I’ll call her later in the evening. I call Addie to hear about her evening painting pottery with her grandparents. She’s painted a Father’s Day mug for Frank along with another penguin for her collection. We make a plan to meet back at the house by five o’clock to make some dinner together, watch a movie and plan our week. I still have one more week of broadcasts before my vacation starts. I regret that it’s during her last week in town, but she’s made plans to spend time with her friends that she’ll be separated from for the whole summer, which in tween time is years. The evenings are ours to spend together until her Saturday red-eye flight. Addie and I are wrapping up our call as Patrick and the dogs return from their run. I try to stay focused on the call, but I can’t help but stare in lust at the site of him. He’s in his black track pants with a loose dark blue t-shirt. His cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing hard. Sweat stains the front and back of his shirt. He drops his full backpack on to the floor, walks over with his eyes on me, leans down and kisses my forehead before heading over to the kitchen to get some water. The incredibly male smell of woods and sweat lingers, and I close my eyes to just breathe him in. Addie asks who I’m with, and I tell her it’s a friend she doesn’t know. She pauses, but doesn’t push for any more information. For a twelve year old, she’s very intuitive and I suspect she may know I’m with a man. We’ll have to talk this week. Patrick has turned around and is now leaning against the kitchen counter with his water, watching me with an easy smile. Addie and I exchange “I love you” then hang up. I put the phone down, pick up my coffee and smile back at him. Neither of us speaks for a brief moment as we just take each other in. The only sounds are the dogs noisily lapping up water from their bowls. Patrick slowly walks towards me. “I don’t think I’ll ever do that fleece justice after seeing it on you….It looks like it was made for you to lounge around in, looking so sexy on my couch.” Sitting down next to me, he takes my coffee mug out of my hands, placing it on the table before turning back to me. Reaching forward, he unzips the fleece to just below my breasts, spreading it open to expose my flesh to him. The cool air on my nipples, along with his scrutiny causes them to tighten and redden before our eyes. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, before parting his lips and breathing out slowly. When his eyes open, they are dark and full of need. He leans forward and takes my right nipple in to his mouth while massaging my left breast in his warm, strong hand. I let out my own breath in a lusty moan as he continues to suck my nipple and flesh deep in to his warm, wet mouth; his other hand alternating between massaging my left breast occasionally lightly pinching and twisting the nipple. Fiery currents shoot from my chest, heating me to the core in a slow building wave. I arch in to him, never wanting this feeling to end. He moves his mouth to my left breast then begins to nurse it as he had my right. My cunt is swelling and dripping with need. I worry that juices will leak on to his leather couch so I discreetly attempt to pull the fleece lower to cover myself. He pulls back. “Why are you hiding yourself from me?” “Um…. I’m getting….turned on; I was worried that I’d stain your couch.” I feel my face redden a little after I admit to this. He sees my blush and his eyes narrow a little as he licks his lower lip. He’s getting off on my embarrassment. With a smile that is both amused and slightly menacing, Patrick suggests that we check the couch and see. I scoot back on the cushion, and sure enough droplets of my juices have collected on the leather. We both just stare at the glistening fluid, before he traces his forefinger through it and wordlessly brings it to my mouth. I look at him incredulously, only to have his eyes darken to let me know this is not up for discussion. I part my lips and lean forward a little, keeping my eyes on his. His finger enters to the first knuckle; I close my lips around it and begin to suck it clean. I taste myself; sweet, tangy and musky. Patrick looks at me expectantly, so I continue to suck, moving my head forward to take the entire length of his finger in to my mouth, before pulling back again. He appears pleased by this, adding a second finger but still just holds them there for me to essentially mouth fuck myself on them. With my tongue and wet mouth I continue to suck and lick his fingers, losing myself in the sensual and submissive act. I know it’s not his cock I’m sucking on, and for some reason this turns me on even more. That I would do this for him; simulating fellatio on his fingers just to please him feels very sexy, naughty, and a bit debasing. It is making me very wet. I position myself on my hands and knees on the couch, feeling my pussy juice leak down my inner thighs. Closing my eyes I continue to suck hard. His fingers when fully drawn in tap on the back of my throat, causing the occasional gag and make my mouth fill with drool. “I can smell your cunt, Corrine….” My eyes shoot open at that word. It gets in my head and makes me feel very raw. “Is sucking on my fingers getting you even wetter?” I stop my movements, but hold his fingers in my mouth. This is it. This is where I truly bare myself to him; the depravity I’ve only ever revealed to one other person who was safely three thousand miles away. I have to trust he won’t use this information against me; that he won’t reveal me to my family or the public. I nod. A little drool slips through my lips onto my chin and his hand as I do. His words are slow and steady, but his breathing has become more rapid; his body tense. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and wipes them off on my cheeks. “Tell me in your own words. I want to hear you say it.” I’m not sure how it has come to this when just a few minutes ago I was drinking coffee, talking to Addie on the telephone. How was he able to so quickly bring me to this headspace where I feel I will say or do anything to please him at my own expense? It scares me a little, this power he could have over me. “Yes, S….” I almost call him Sir, but stop myself. This is something we haven’t discussed, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go there yet. “Sucking on your fingers is making my pussy wet.” “Did you mean to say your cunt?” I breathe deeply. “Sucking on your fingers is making my cunt very, very wet. My juices are dripping on my thighs.” “Let me see. Turn and lean over the back of the couch.” I do as Patrick asks, then feel his hands on the insides of my knees, spreading them to expose my pussy and ass to him. I hear him intake his breath sharply before he quietly adds, “Stay here. Do not move.” Then, without touching me at all, he’s gone and I hear him go in to the bedroom. My pussy is aching almanbahis şikayet for his touch; swelling and clenching in need. Every other thought is lost to me except my need to be filled by him. Not just his beautiful cock, but by his words; all of them. The words that make me feel cherished. The words that humiliate me. The words that make my pussy drip for him. I hear Patrick approach me from behind. I don’t know if it’s okay to look back at him and so I don’t. Suddenly he’s standing just behind me with his hands on my hips, pulling me back towards him. My head is now resting on the back of the couch, with my hands on either side. Without words I feel his sheathed cock plunge in to my wet pussy until I feel his hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He’s being eerily silent, causing me to feel lost without his voice. “Patrick….” “Shhhh…..it’s okay. No words right now.” This is what he wants. I feel assured and let myself feel the sensation of his large, hard cock filling me. He begins long, slow strokes that drag along the walls of my cunt, sending heat and intense pressure throughout my body. His strokes quicken and become harder. The only thing I can hear is the wet smacking sound each time his pelvis slams in to me and his balls slap against my clit. Except there is noise and it’s coming from me. With each thrust my breath is pushed out of my lungs, causing an uncontrolled “ahhh” to escape me. My orgasm is so intensely close, but I can’t reach the peak I so desperately need. My body is visibly shaking and I’m clenching the leather tightly in my hands trying to keep myself from begging out loud when I feel his hand slip underneath me and two fingers begin to rapidly rub against my wet and swollen clit. This is all it takes, and I feel electricity explode through every nerve in my body as I buck against him and scream out with my release. With his hands on my hips Patrick lifts me, pushing me forward until my chest is draped over the back of the couch. He climbs up behind me on his knees, slamming his cock back into me almost to the point of pain. He reaches for my arms and gently but firmly pulls them behind my back, clasping them at the wrist in one hand. The other hand rests heavily on my hip. It’s clear to me that this is all about him right now. He is taking me; using me for his pleasure. I feel fucked and used in the most primitive way and this fills me with such a deep satisfaction that I can do this for him. His movements become short and jerky before I hear him release a deep groan and collapse over my back. Letting go of my arms, he wraps his around my chest and continues to milk his cock slowly in and out of me. His body is shuddering against me; his breath hot against my ears. We lay like this in silence for minutes. I feel overly warm with his body against mine, and my shoulders are sore but I don’t say a word. Eventually his softening cock begins to slide from me, and he carefully clasps the base in order to keep the condom on until he is fully out. Removing the condom and tying it off, he uses a napkin left on the table to clean himself before pulling his boxer briefs and track pants back up. I hadn’t realized he was still wearing them. Patrick sits down on the couch and pulls me on to his lap; my head resting against his chest. My body is racked with trembles and he holds me tight and caresses my head slowly, whispering “Shhh… it’s okay…you’re okay…,” over and over again. We sit quietly like this for a few minutes as my trembling slows, then stops altogether. At times he leans down to kiss the top of my head, or tighten his arms around my body in a comforting squeeze. Despite his efforts to make me feel safe and cherished, I occasionally shudder as a wave of panic rolls through me. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and raw. “Talk to me,” he requests gently. “Where are you?” I take a deep breath and remain silent for another minute. He doesn’t push me, giving me time to find my words. “That was….different.” He cocks his head a little, looking grim as I try to find a way to express what’s turning around in my head. “Everything you did…not being able to see you, to hear you. The way you fucked me; the way you made me come. It all got in to my head and just emptied it out of all the bullshit I carry around day to day.” I sigh and give him a warm smile. “It was incredible.” Patrick visibly relaxes and briefly closes his eyes before speaking. “I was scared I pushed you too hard, to soon. I didn’t plan that, Corrine. I hadn’t intended to use you so hard at this point. I’m still not sure I should have, but something about seeing you suck my fingers with so much heart just set me off. I would have stopped, you know. If you had asked, I would have in a second. It’s important to me that you know that.” “I do know that. I feel very safe with you. I just… I just haven’t done this before, in person. It’s so much more…real… for lack of a better word.” “Oh, it’s going to get more ‘real’ as we go on, but I’m in no hurry to push things faster than you’re ready to go. We’ve got so much to learn about each other, both in and out of the bedroom. It’s going to take time to truly learn to trust each other. You’re going to have to trust me to respect, but sometimes push your softer limits. You’re going to have to trust that I will never take advantage of you or push your hard limits when you’re at your most vulnerable.” He pauses briefly, and then continues. “I’m going to have to trust you to tell me honestly what turns you on, and what doesn’t. What causes you shame or pain beyond what turns you on. I’ve said it before and you’ll probably hear me say it again. I never want you to pretend with me. I just couldn’t take it…” It’s obvious open and honest communication is important to him. I’m so glad to have met him at this stage in my life because until now, I wasn’t even being honest with myself. I shift my body until I’m facing him, raising my hand to run it through his hair and down the side of his neck. He closes his eyes and leans in to my hand as I brush my lips against his. My growling stomach causes us both to look down at it and laugh. He gives me a big bear hug, before lifting me in one motion, depositing me back on the couch and giving me back my now cold coffee. “Sit tight and I’ll have breakfast for you shortly!” I go to stand. “Can I help?” “Absolutely not!” Giving me a wicked smile he says, “I assure you I’ll demand lots of meals from you in the future, woman.” I laugh at that. “Not to mention, you look so gorgeous right now, sitting there with that freshly fucked glow. I need you to stay there until it’s burned into my brain and I can jerk off to the image anytime I want.” I can feel my face rapidly flush. He gives a laugh. “I told you at the gym I’d make you blush again.” I laugh and cover my face in my hands. That he did. Breakfast turns out to be some very tasty and decadent Huevos Rancheros with a chorizo on the side and some fresh squeezed orange juice. He’s made some more coffee, and we indulge by adding a little bit of Kahlua. “Okay. You’re right. This is pretty damned good breakfast.” He laughs. “I hope you’re duly impressed.” I assure him that I am, and prove it by cleaning my plate. I insist on clean up duty while he strips the bed and checks the place over since it might be a few weeks before he can make it back here. We take a lazy shower together, exploring each other’s bodies, getting silly, and getting turned on all over again. We take turns licking, sucking, and kissing one another in to a frenzy. With no condom around, we resort to hands, tongues, and mouths to get each other off. We pack up the dogs and get on the road. The drive home is a little over an hour, giving us time to talk a little more. I tell him about my plan for a “stay-cation” while Addie is gone for the summer. At first he seems disappointed that I won’t be broadcasting any new shows over the summer, until he realizes that my schedule is going to be less restricted and I’ll have more time for him. I go on to tell him about my kitchen remodel plans and ask if he knows the contractor, Pete, who I’ve hired. He does and seems pleased with my choice. He’s quiet for a bit before he asks me about my plans for the cabinets. “Well, I assumed if Pete didn’t do them himself, that he’d contract out for someone else to do them.” Patrick looks at me with a broad grin on his face and I see where he’s going with this. Involuntarily I make a scared face and he laughs. “Would almanbahis canlı casino that be too weird? For me to do your cabinets? “ My stomach twists a little. Yeah. It might be too weird. “I don’t know Patrick; you know what they say about mixing work with pleasure.” “I can promise you I’d be nothing but professional. Really. I’d respect whatever boundaries you think we’d need to set up. I’m good at this Corrine, I really am. I’d love to do this for you and I’m sure the boss would give you a screaming rate.” He smiles again. “Uh uh….” I protest. “Even if I do hire you, and I’m not saying that I am, I will only pay your going rate and nothing less. It wouldn’t feel right otherwise.” He drops his smile but appears to be thinking about what I’ve said, then nods. “I get that. I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.” We’re both silent for a little before he adds, “Go to my website this week and look through my portfolio to see if you like the work I do. If you do, I can get you in touch with some references if you’d like.” I tell him I will, but don’t commit to anything else. I’ll have to think hard about how wise it would be to have him in my house all the time. What if things between us go bad? What if our dynamic turns weird because he’s working for me? All of these thoughts cross my mind as we head back in to the city. We don’t make any plans to get together until Saturday evening, after I get Addie on her red-eye to Newark before she heads on to Heathrow. We make plans for dinner, then for him to spend the night at my house. He’ll have to get up a little early on Sunday for his day with Luka, so it’ll be easier for me to be at home if I want to sleep in a little. As we pull up to my house, I oddly begin to feel a little shy. It was only a little over twenty four hours ago that he picked me up, and yet so much has happened between us, so much said. This man that was a stranger to me only three days ago now knows more intimate information about me than those who’ve known me a lifetime. I’m not sure how I feel about this as I just sit there, looking at my hands in my lap. “Look at me,” he calmly but firmly requests. I do. He brings a hand up and gently rests it on my cheek. “Don’t pull back on me now… Don’t be shy about what’s happened between us. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful. I have so much respect for you, the way you gave yourself to me. I want so much to see more of you…to see where this goes.” I look in his eyes. They’re warm and sincere. Taking a deep breath and letting it out I do feel better. He seemed to know just what I needed to hear. “I do too…want to see where this goes. If only for the Huevos Rancheros.” With that I jump out of the Bronco leaving him staring at me stunned, before he jumps out too. The dogs follow and recreate their melee on the front lawn. He picks up my pack and walks me to the door. As soon as we’re in the house he drops the pack on the floor, grabs me by my waist and hauls me over to the couch. Before I know it, Patrick turns me around, leans me over the side of it and gives me two hard smacks on my ass cheeks. I shriek and reach behind me to rub the sting out, but he quickly grabs my hands, holding them snug on my lower back, leaning over me. I’m panting hard. I’ve experienced playful spankings at the hands of college boyfriends, and even took a paddle to my own ass at Robert’s orders on more than one occasion, but the spanks Patrick just gave me took sting to a new level. He speaks quietly in to my ear. “The first was for being a tease back in the truck. The second was because it felt so damn good to smack your ass the first time that I couldn’t stop at one.” He pulls me up off the couch, turns me around, and before I know it his lips are on me in and our tongues begin a slow and sexy dance with each other. I know Addie is going to be home shortly, so reluctantly I pull back from the kiss. “I think I’m going to have to kick you out now before Addie sees more than she needs to….” “Okay. I’m a little bummed that I won’t get to meet her before she leaves, but I understand. Is that her?” He points to a series of pictures of her that range in age from around four years old until just recently, and I nod. “She looks just like you, except for her lighter hair.” “She’s a good kid. “ We walk towards the door. “I hope you have a great week with Addie. You have no idea how much I look forward to seeing you Saturday night.” I think I do. “Would it be okay to call you during the week?” “I’d love to hear from you…” I get up on my toes and Patrick leans down for a final kiss before he steps out of the house and I close the door behind him. I plop down on the couch, followed by Griffin who curls up next to me. I give him a hug and tell him to stop teaching Guinness bad habits. *** Addie comes home and we make our plans for the week, including lots of summer shopping and bad movies. I spend a good deal of time on Sunday evening on the phone with the airlines. I’m a little worried about her flying to London by herself, but have been assured by them that she will have escorts at every gate, and that Frank will be allowed to meet her as soon as she walks off of the airplane at Heathrow. She just rolls her eyes at me, telling me to not be such a worrier. It was one thing last summer when I was traveling for work while she was with her father, it’s a completely other thing to be here alone in the house for a little over two months. I’ll get to see her in late-July when I fly to London for a four day visit, but other than that I don’t have any travel plans. Hopefully the kitchen project, along with some interior painting I plan to do through the house, will keep me too busy from missing her so much. I walk in to the gym on Monday morning and the first thing that I see is Patrick speaking with one of the female personal trainers. As soon as he sees me though, a sly smile spreads across his face and he excuses himself, walking towards me. He pulls me in to a warm embraces and laughs a little. “How’d we not realize at our goodbye yesterday that we’d be seeing each other at the gym all week?” I can see the trainer watching us with her eyes narrowed a little. In the back of my mind I remind myself to ask him later if she’s the one he’d hooked up with. I whisper in his ear with a little giggle, “I might have been a little distracted by my stinging ass.” “Laugh now, but you may not find the next spanking quite as amusing….” His voice is calm and steady, but his eyes are lethal, causing a delicious chill to run through my body. “Oh,” I reply cautiously. “I suppose I’ll just have to behave then.” He gives me a cocky smile. “You’re assuming spankings are only for punishment; I can assure you that’s not the case.” My cheeks grow warm as I look around to see if anyone can hear us. My body is all of a sudden aching and on edge. Patrick once again leans in to me, whispering in my ear. “Mmmmm…. I love when you’re just on the cusp of arousal. I know I could just push a little harder and you’d deny me nothing. Sadly, despite all of the suggestive equipment scattered through the gym, this isn’t the time or place.” He lets out a deep sigh and moves to the water fountain to refill his bottle, leaving me standing there stunned, and yes, aroused. I follow him over and fill up my bottle too. He asks if I’ve had a chance to see his portfolio yet and I tell him I haven’t, but plan to later. It turns out he’s had a cancellation, and could get started on my cabinets at the end of the month if I’d like him too. I’m warming to the idea, but still have some reservations. We split up to start our work outs, but whereas before I never noticed him watching me, today I catch him more than once. Each time creates a slow burn inside of me. Eventually I move to the cardio room to use the elliptical, and fifteen minutes in to it I see him come in. He walks past numerous vacant treadmills only to pick the one directly in front of me. With a smile, he jumps on and starts his run; leaving me to stare at his ass for the next twenty-five minutes. Now who’s the tease? Not wanting to interrupt him during his run, I give him a wave and he nods back as I leave the gym. In the past, I might have felt bummed that he didn’t stop his run to say goodbye, but things feel so easy and understood between us that I’m not feeling any insecurity. It’s a perk of being in our forties, I suppose. *** My last week of work, along with my time with Addie, goes too fast. Patrick and I almanbahis casino run in to each other one more time at the gym, but outside of a kisses hello and goodbye, our interaction was sparse. I did get a chance to look at Patrick’s portfolio and was blown away by his craftsmanship. His skills range from cabinets and furniture, to handmade wood canoes. He has an ability to match the period and style of each house, but also adds something that makes each piece uniquely his. I even go to the trouble of calling some of his references and they were all glowing, of course. It sounds like he has a good work ethic and finishes projects on time. I can’t deny that I’m very tempted. If we don’t let the money be a big issue, and do our best not to crowd each other, I think this could work. I double check with Pete, my contractor, and he is thrilled. It turns he knows Patrick pretty well, and feels he’d be a good match for the project. When Patrick calls on Friday evening after Addie is in bed, I tell him that I’d like to hire him for the job. He’s genuinely excited and plans to take some measurements and pictures of my kitchen while over this weekend. We briefly discuss the money which turned out to be easier than I thought it would. I request that we not share with Pete that we’re dating. I just feel like this will help keep safer boundaries in place, along with preventing Pete from feeling uncomfortable if any conflicts arise. When we’re done talking about the job, Patrick pauses and is silent for a moment before he speaks again. “Are you in bed?” “Um…. Not really. I’m sitting on it, but still dressed in the clothes I wore today.” “Get your toys and get naked.” His tone has shifted, and it’s as if a switch goes off in me. Obediently I strip my clothes off with little grace, and walk to the closet for my bag of toys. As I’m walking back to the bed he adds, “….and Corrine, for this phone call I’d like you to call me Sir.” This stops me dead in my tracks. I can feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I feel like I’m about to jump in to a big void; that calling him Sir will change everything that we’ve started, and it’s been so good. I continue to just breathe shallowly in to the phone. He’s waiting for my answer and I can’t speak. His voice continues, calm and steady. “You do realize that up until now we’ve mostly just engaged in rough sex, don’t you?” I think about this, and it’s true. There certainly has been a bit of “mind fuck” going on, but no outright verbal submission on my part. Isn’t this what I’ve been waiting for? “Yes….Sir” He takes a slow, deep breath and lets it out. “Good.” His approval sends a wave of longing through every nerve. I hear some shuffling on his side of the phone, then the sound of his boots hitting the floor. “Pull down your covers, lie down, and get comfortable. Hold on a sec…” I can hear more shuffling, including the sound of a zipper. He’s getting naked too and this excites me even more. He gets back on the phone. “You should know ahead of time that I’m not letting you come tonight.” Shit. I ask quietly, “will I get to hear you come?’ “I haven’t decided yet.” We lay there in silence, but I can hear his even, steady breathing. Just knowing he’s on the other side of the phone, naked, is enough for me to start squirming. I don’t dare talk first. The silence feels very deliberate on his part and I don’t want to disappoint him. I’m noticing a trend that he gets quiet before he takes charge. He starts. “Tell me how you’re lying there.” I’m a little thrown by the question. “Um… I’m lying on my back, my, uh…shoulders and head are propped on two pillows.” I stop my description to see if this is enough. He remains silent. I let out a deep breath. “My legs are parted….my right foot is on the bed, knee bent and a little, uh…spread. My left leg is bent, lying flat on the bed.” “So your cunt is exposed.” “Yes,” I whisper. His only reply is silence. “Yes Sir.” “Better. Okay, tell me what you’ve got there, in detail.” I feel my cheeks start to burn; my heart flutters a bit. Humiliation starts to choke me as I look at my collection and I don’t know how I’m going to do this. How can I just rattle off my toys to him like it was a grocery list? But he knows this. He knows that the shame is a part of what gets me off. “I’ve, uh…collected these over the past year…some at Robert’s direction. I’ve got two vibrators, one that’s a standard size, and one that’s pretty….large. Two butt plugs; again, one that’s average sized, the other larger.” This is getting a little easier. I feel like I’m almost in a trance as I list off my secret collection. “I’ve got anal beads, Ben Wa balls, clothespins, and, um….a paddle.” “Describe the clothespins and the paddle…. How many clothespins? Are they wood? Plastic? Is the paddle wood? Leather? Does it have holes? His voice is so even keel I feel like I’m being interviewed by an insurance adjustor, not a man who intends to for me to sexually submit to him. “The clips are standard wood clothespins. They came in a box of fifty and….they’re all there.” I hear a little chuckle on the other side of the phone and I cringe. “The paddle is simple. It’s covered in leather. No holes.” “What are the most clothespins you’ve had on your body at once?” His breathing is getting rough; his voice a bit deeper. My mind and body are spinning. I want to tell him but I don’t. Like the word “Sir”, once I tell him how far I’ve gone, there’s no going back. Robert pushed me hard sometimes, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go there yet with Patrick. As if sensing my fear and trepidation, his voice returns to almost normal, and I hear concern. “I have no plans to use them on you tonight… I just want to know. I want you to always be honest with me about your sexuality; about what arouses you. Just hearing you describe your toys to me made my cock so hard for you. I have to admit though, hearing the embarrassment in your voice only made it more so. Submission despite shame is a huge turn on for me….” He pauses before adding, “…and if I’m not mistaken, does a little shame turn you on?” This seems like a good window to broach this topic of shame. “It…it does. I can’t deny that, but…I don’t want anything too degrading. Nothing, um… in the bathroom please.” I quickly add on “…or in public.” “I can promise you no bathroom games; not my thing either. As far as public goes, I can promise you I’ll never push for anything that anyone else would be aware of besides us. Can you live with that?’ I let out a deep sigh, feeling relief course through me. “Yes. I can live with that.” “Okay then… What are the most clothespins you’ve had on your body at one time?” Oh. He’s not going to let that one slip after all. “Twenty-nine.” “That’s an odd number…Usually clothespins are used symmetrically on the body. Why the extra pin?” “My, um… my clit.” Once again my face is on fire. “Huh…You don’t say.” I can’t believe he’s so casual about this while I’m having an internal freak out on my end. He chuckles a little again. “Robert was a bit of a sadist then, wasn’t he?” I appreciate that he doesn’t seem to carry any resentment or jealousy towards Robert. If anything, I suspect they’d get along quite well. As uncomfortable as this conversation has been for me, there’s no denying the physical effect it’s had on my body. It is taking all the will power I have not to run my fingers over my wet and swollen pussy. I can feel a growing wet spot on the sheet below me. “Alright then, time for some fun. Grab that smaller butt plug, lube it up and go ahead and put it in when you’re ready. Just make sure you describe everything to me.” While the words themselves sound almost like a suggestion, his tone is anything but. I pick up the cloth bag and dump the contents on to my bed. Finding the smaller of my two plugs, I grab it, apply a little lube, then pick up the phone again. “I’m lying on my right side, and I have the plug in my left hand; holding it just against my, uh…ring.” “That’s perfect sweetie, just like that.” His endearment warms me up and encourages me forward. “I’m pushing…. Oh! I’m pushing it past the ring, pulling it in and out a little as I go.” My breath is coming in short pants now; my pussy aching to be touched. Describing this to him is turning me on like crazy. “I’m also….I’m twisting it side to side a little to help work it in. It’s almost there….” I pause to feel the sensation of my ass getting filled. My tight hole is stretched by the widest part of the plug and I let out a little gasp before it slips in and my ring closes over the small neck. Just the flared handle the base of the plug is nestled between my cheeks. “It’s in….” “That was beautiful sweetheart, just beautiful…. Relax a moment and feel the plug filling you.

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