his mouth against hers and gazed into her eyes. “I have an idea. I’m putting on a show for you.”
“Make sure you’re the one who gets happy from this.”
“As long as you are,” he kissed her mouth again, having his tongue linger inside her mouth. “You’re delicious, my darling.”
“Yeah, right,” she swatted his ass and walked back over to her chair.
He turned quickly. “You should do that again later.”
“Maybe I will,” she smiled, as she lay her legs stretched out.
Nine
Paxton stood in the middle of the floor and took a few steps back, waiting patiently. He was very anxious to not only see if Mr. Reynolds, uh, Tim would be a good sub, but how Sydney would react. He used to think that he could read her emotions, her feelings. He knew she loved him, but maybe it changed. He loved her, always as his friend, and now, it feels like something different. He just didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be love, hell no. He was gay. Right? Yes, he was gay and he knew it. He liked what gay men liked. Sucking cock. Fucking in the ass. Getting fucked in the ass. Yes, he was gay. He just never fell in love with a man before. Never. It was always just about sexual arousal. Now, he felt something different.
Tim walked out from behind the privacy screen, dressed in a leather busier and leather thong that just barely covered his cock. He stood in the center of the room, and gracefully dropped to his knees, placing his hands behind his back, diverting his eyes to the floor.
Paxton slipped off his sweats, exposing his black thong and removed his shirt. He kicked his sweats toward the wall, and stood in front of Tim. “Eyes up,” he commanded. He wanted to sound as commanding as Sydney did the night before.
Tim flicked his eyes up.
“Keep your eyes on me, sissy .”
“Sir? Uh, what do I call you?”
“Sir is fine. You’re sissy while we are in the playroom.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“I do not want you to feel insulted, only sexy, and beautiful as you are, sissy.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Before we start, your safe word is yellow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Have you ever been a sub before?”
“No, Sir,” Tim answered.
“You’re doing quite well.”
“I’ve practiced, Sir.”
“I don’t understand. Please, explain, sissy.”
“I’ve never been a sub before, but wondered what it would be like. I watched BDSM porn, and read books on being a submissive. When your wife called me this morning, asking me if I’d be interested in participating, I spent the afternoon practicing. You know answering you, Sir, kneeling, and rising.”
“You did very well, sissy. Do you have any hard limits?”
“No CBT, no fire play, nothing with urine or feces, and no blood play or permanent markings, Sir.”
“That’s fine. Over there is a spanking bench, do you know how to lay on it?”
“Yes, Sir,” he answered.
“Good. On your feet.”
Tim rose to his feet and stood in front of Paxton. Paxton ran his hands over the bustier that rested just below his nipples. He finger each nipple and then pinched each one, making it harden. “Don’t move, sissy.” He walked over to the large dresser and opened the small top drawer. He pulled out the silver clothespin-like nipple clamps that were connected by a chain. He placed each clamp on sissy’s hard nipples. His eyes flipped up to sissy’s eyes, who lightly bit his lip. “On the bench, knees down, ass in the air. sissy, if I remove any of your clothes, do you have a problem with that?”
“No, Sir. Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
“Good. Now, go to the bench.”
sissy walked over to the spanking bench, rested his knees on the lower pad, and then rested his chest on the upper back, sticking his ass in the air.
Sydney leaned forward and watched as Paxton grabbed a paddle from the top of the the dresser. He first swatted his own ass, maybe to get a feel for it, then, he
“Make sure you’re the one who gets happy from this.”
“As long as you are,” he kissed her mouth again, having his tongue linger inside her mouth. “You’re delicious, my darling.”
“Yeah, right,” she swatted his ass and walked back over to her chair.
He turned quickly. “You should do that again later.”
“Maybe I will,” she smiled, as she lay her legs stretched out.
Nine
Paxton stood in the middle of the floor and took a few steps back, waiting patiently. He was very anxious to not only see if Mr. Reynolds, uh, Tim would be a good sub, but how Sydney would react. He used to think that he could read her emotions, her feelings. He knew she loved him, but maybe it changed. He loved her, always as his friend, and now, it feels like something different. He just didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be love, hell no. He was gay. Right? Yes, he was gay and he knew it. He liked what gay men liked. Sucking cock. Fucking in the ass. Getting fucked in the ass. Yes, he was gay. He just never fell in love with a man before. Never. It was always just about sexual arousal. Now, he felt something different.
Tim walked out from behind the privacy screen, dressed in a leather busier and leather thong that just barely covered his cock. He stood in the center of the room, and gracefully dropped to his knees, placing his hands behind his back, diverting his eyes to the floor.
Paxton slipped off his sweats, exposing his black thong and removed his shirt. He kicked his sweats toward the wall, and stood in front of Tim. “Eyes up,” he commanded. He wanted to sound as commanding as Sydney did the night before.
Tim flicked his eyes up.
“Keep your eyes on me, sissy .”
“Sir? Uh, what do I call you?”
“Sir is fine. You’re sissy while we are in the playroom.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“I do not want you to feel insulted, only sexy, and beautiful as you are, sissy.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Before we start, your safe word is yellow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Have you ever been a sub before?”
“No, Sir,” Tim answered.
“You’re doing quite well.”
“I’ve practiced, Sir.”
“I don’t understand. Please, explain, sissy.”
“I’ve never been a sub before, but wondered what it would be like. I watched BDSM porn, and read books on being a submissive. When your wife called me this morning, asking me if I’d be interested in participating, I spent the afternoon practicing. You know answering you, Sir, kneeling, and rising.”
“You did very well, sissy. Do you have any hard limits?”
“No CBT, no fire play, nothing with urine or feces, and no blood play or permanent markings, Sir.”
“That’s fine. Over there is a spanking bench, do you know how to lay on it?”
“Yes, Sir,” he answered.
“Good. On your feet.”
Tim rose to his feet and stood in front of Paxton. Paxton ran his hands over the bustier that rested just below his nipples. He finger each nipple and then pinched each one, making it harden. “Don’t move, sissy.” He walked over to the large dresser and opened the small top drawer. He pulled out the silver clothespin-like nipple clamps that were connected by a chain. He placed each clamp on sissy’s hard nipples. His eyes flipped up to sissy’s eyes, who lightly bit his lip. “On the bench, knees down, ass in the air. sissy, if I remove any of your clothes, do you have a problem with that?”
“No, Sir. Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
“Good. Now, go to the bench.”
sissy walked over to the spanking bench, rested his knees on the lower pad, and then rested his chest on the upper back, sticking his ass in the air.
Sydney leaned forward and watched as Paxton grabbed a paddle from the top of the the dresser. He first swatted his own ass, maybe to get a feel for it, then, he
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