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ked hell out of me. When he said it would be my choice, I thought it was some kind of test or trap, trying to determine if I would remain faithful to him. The suggested example he gave me threw me though. Would he really giv

lse, otherwise, why mention it. If it was my choice, I could always choose the other option, but he knew there might be other options as unbearable to me. Maybe the whole dressing thing was a trap. If I swallowed every morning

, and I'd never liked slimy. I couldn't stand oysters, nor escargots, which even cooked seemed slimy to me. Cum was on the thick side with a gooey, sticky, clingy quality to it. I didn't mind the cock itself, nor even the pre-cum, but the cum made me

I might think the consequences were the worse choice. Even receiving a twenty swat spanking was something I'd truly like to avoi

ed me, but why. Was it because I secretly wished the same for myself or only because it was happening to someone else, a fictional person who didn't even exist? But to a certain extent, horrible

ott when he got home from work. As Scott discussed what the rules would be and he'd shown me the various slave positions, my pussy juiced to the point I shoved my panties to the bottom of my clothes hamper so he wouldn't notice how wet they were, the soggy spot my overactive imagination put there. I wanted to cum now, to relieve the it

ed the meanings of all of the rules, including th

t doesn't sound like Scott," she said when I showed her the

The example he gave was a surprise visit by my parents while I was his naked slave and remaining

be upset if you m

experience, where I have no choice. He says it won't be no choice, but a difficult choice. He seems to trust me. He's never given me little tests to see what I'd do before, but it is c

d. "How would you feel if yo

to me. To a certain extent, I'd almost feel better if he told me 'you will have sex with this person', but making complicated choices is worse. Now the ball is in my court and I'll be deciding. I as

going to do i

I'm wavering between what I expect to be ex

m not getting any, so almost everyth

aked in bed. I twirled a lock of his hair

what,

ding my commitment to you and our marriage. If I some

will think or feel or respond to a traumatic occurrence. If I got sick and faced death, I'd like to think I'd face it bravely and with dignity, but until it happens, I don't really know. This is like that. I believe the control is in my hands. To a certain extent, I have control over the choices you face.

eep with that one', and 'now that one'. I don't want to farm you out like a prostitute and I intend to primarily make use of you myself. But I must admit if I want to give you an authentic experience, you are subjec

our normal relationship, but you'r

and I don't believe it will, but it isn't without risks. Perhaps none of the choices you make take that step, but I expect some of them will

fuck you all the time. At the same time, I'm scared. I'm afraid reality won't matc

k and he was fairly hard, probably

re what the other one is feeling and how they're doing and if we're both still all right to continue. Maybe take a little longer ea

ome of my fears,

n on going

rsation tonight, I'm leaning in that direction. Right now, I

hand slipped down and cupped my mound. "You're not

, Scott. I'll cum in a

s hard shaft. I orgasmed four times before I felt his hot sperm shoot into my bell