given me the gift of your submission, I am accountable for your well-being at all times. I love you and I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you. It gives me a sense of purpose, too, and the only way I can do that is for you to be honest with me regarding your needs. Thank you for your answer. It’s proven to me that you’re truly the one for me. The only one for me. ”
Isa reaches between my legs and grips me.
“I want to pleasure you. May I?” she asks obediently.
“Not yet. I want to take you somewhere tonight.” I hope that what I have planned will be everything I’ve fantasized it would be.
Is a and I finally unpack and I pick something out for her to wear. A short skirt should do nicely for this evening. Something with easy access . She’s sorting through different tourist brochures while I pick out my clothes as well. After taking a quick shower, I instruct her to get dressed and make sure to wear one of her corsets underneath her fitted shirt. When I’m done washing up, I find Isa standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her skirt lifted, her panties pulled down, inspecting her welted ass. It looks magnificent under the bright lights.
“Nice work, Young,” she praises me. “You hav e quite a talent for spanking.”
Yes, I do. Feeling proud of myself, I grin like an idiot. Isa turns to face me, grinning widely at me in the same idiotic way. The two of us are quite a pair.
Isa struggles to put he r corset on, her large tits oozing out the top as she tries to stuff them into the satin fabric and tie it at the same time. I stand back and watch her fight with her large bosom before finally giving in to assist her by pulling it tightly. I place my foot on her ass and pull back hard on the strings, making her catch her breath. She looks fucking amazing in these things and it’s become a ritual I’ve grown to love.
I get dressed hurriedly, barely able to contain my excitement for what I have planned.
We get a cab and Isa gives the driver t he directions that I’ve written down. Watching her mouth speak a foreign language is mesmerizing. The way her mouth forms the words and the sight of her tongue caressing each syllable is hypnotic. I was never fond of the French language, but the way Isa wields each consonant makes me want to fuck her mouth until she speaks fluent gibberish.
We drive for several minutes in silence. The streets get darker and dirtier as we head into the lower levels of P aris. The atmosphere changes the farther we drive and before long, we see prostitutes on the corners of the streets. The avenue we’re on is soon lined with sex shops, strip clubs and bars. Isa looks at me questioningly and I kiss the top of her hand, not answering her unspoken question.
The cab pulls up to the night club that is our destination and we step out into the cool Paris night. Isa tucks herself into the crook of my arm and holds on to me by my waist. I pay the driver and when I look at Isa, she’s watching me keenly, but not asking any questions. As I lead her inside, my hard-on starts to build.
“ Come inside, love,” I say, guiding her by the hand. “See what I did there? Come inside?”
Isa simply smiles and rolls her stunning amber eyes at me.
***
Isabel
The club is seedy and dark, as is the neighborhood. The music is loud and thumping and there are bodies intertwined and moving seductively on the dance floor. The lighting is dim and the smell and mist of cigarette smoke fills the air. Walking deeper into the crowded bar, the odor of sex, sweat and booze overwhelms me. I scan the room quickly while holding onto Dylan for dear life.
Off in the cor ner there are bodies seemingly swaying to the music. When the flash of the strobe lights hit their faces, I can see their orgasmic expressions and it becomes obvious to me that several of the couples are fucking. There’s a girl pinned on a wall by a man as he thrusts violently into her. What kind of club is this? No one seems
Isa reaches between my legs and grips me.
“I want to pleasure you. May I?” she asks obediently.
“Not yet. I want to take you somewhere tonight.” I hope that what I have planned will be everything I’ve fantasized it would be.
Is a and I finally unpack and I pick something out for her to wear. A short skirt should do nicely for this evening. Something with easy access . She’s sorting through different tourist brochures while I pick out my clothes as well. After taking a quick shower, I instruct her to get dressed and make sure to wear one of her corsets underneath her fitted shirt. When I’m done washing up, I find Isa standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her skirt lifted, her panties pulled down, inspecting her welted ass. It looks magnificent under the bright lights.
“Nice work, Young,” she praises me. “You hav e quite a talent for spanking.”
Yes, I do. Feeling proud of myself, I grin like an idiot. Isa turns to face me, grinning widely at me in the same idiotic way. The two of us are quite a pair.
Isa struggles to put he r corset on, her large tits oozing out the top as she tries to stuff them into the satin fabric and tie it at the same time. I stand back and watch her fight with her large bosom before finally giving in to assist her by pulling it tightly. I place my foot on her ass and pull back hard on the strings, making her catch her breath. She looks fucking amazing in these things and it’s become a ritual I’ve grown to love.
I get dressed hurriedly, barely able to contain my excitement for what I have planned.
We get a cab and Isa gives the driver t he directions that I’ve written down. Watching her mouth speak a foreign language is mesmerizing. The way her mouth forms the words and the sight of her tongue caressing each syllable is hypnotic. I was never fond of the French language, but the way Isa wields each consonant makes me want to fuck her mouth until she speaks fluent gibberish.
We drive for several minutes in silence. The streets get darker and dirtier as we head into the lower levels of P aris. The atmosphere changes the farther we drive and before long, we see prostitutes on the corners of the streets. The avenue we’re on is soon lined with sex shops, strip clubs and bars. Isa looks at me questioningly and I kiss the top of her hand, not answering her unspoken question.
The cab pulls up to the night club that is our destination and we step out into the cool Paris night. Isa tucks herself into the crook of my arm and holds on to me by my waist. I pay the driver and when I look at Isa, she’s watching me keenly, but not asking any questions. As I lead her inside, my hard-on starts to build.
“ Come inside, love,” I say, guiding her by the hand. “See what I did there? Come inside?”
Isa simply smiles and rolls her stunning amber eyes at me.
***
Isabel
The club is seedy and dark, as is the neighborhood. The music is loud and thumping and there are bodies intertwined and moving seductively on the dance floor. The lighting is dim and the smell and mist of cigarette smoke fills the air. Walking deeper into the crowded bar, the odor of sex, sweat and booze overwhelms me. I scan the room quickly while holding onto Dylan for dear life.
Off in the cor ner there are bodies seemingly swaying to the music. When the flash of the strobe lights hit their faces, I can see their orgasmic expressions and it becomes obvious to me that several of the couples are fucking. There’s a girl pinned on a wall by a man as he thrusts violently into her. What kind of club is this? No one seems
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