Sister’s wedding part 2

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She had never felt more sensual in her life. He positioned her on her

knee's in the middle of the bed. Blood flushed her skin as she realized

that he planned on fucking her in her heels and this corset. Again his

warm fingers stroked her skin, down between her legs he reached, finding

her clit, massaging it, till she was rocking back and forth with the

movement of his hand, mewling and trying to cum all the while with her

eyes closed. He was still finger fucking her when she felt the pressure

begin at her anal sphincter. She moaned deep in her throat and pushed

herself back onto the steady pressure. As the butt plug slipped inside

her she almost came... but her pulled his hand away from her clit

denying her that release. She heard metal clicking and suddenly with

out any warning she was rolled onto her back.

As she tried to figure out exactly what was going on he quickly pulled

up something from between her legs and fastened it to the front of her

corset. Suddenly there was a firm pressure against her clit and inside

her ass as well. It was vaguely discomforting and pleasurable at the

same time. With out a word he lead her to the bathroom mirrors to show

her the garment she was wearing in detail.

Confusion and anger filled her heart. The crotch of this garment, was

strung through the handle of the butt plug and then padlocked tightly in

front of her. She would never be able to remove this with out the keys

to the small locks he had used to secure it. He sat on the bed as she

turned to him. Her nipples were taut and her cunt ached with longing

and he just sat there.

"I suppose you want some explanation,... I was never angry with you for

having to stop so you could pee, I just got tired of hearing all of your

apologies. Then when your secretary called and left the message that

your flight reservations were confirmed... well I suppose I got angry.

So I had this little present made up for you. You see, as punishment

for thinking the very worst of me, I am going to make sure you suffer

the whole way home."

With that he rose from the bed, came over to gently stroke my bare ass

cheeks and as a final insult he firmly wiggled the plug lodged in my

ass. I nearly cried in delight, but he moved away too soon to give me

any relief. He picked up his suitcase and gave me a sad little smile.

"I'll meet you at JFK, and remember, I love you."

It was that sentence that sealed her fate. She could have found

scissors and cut herself out of the beautiful garment he had given her,

but she realized that this corset was more than just punishment. It was

his way of giving her the choice of either accepting the punishment and

keeping him in her life, or refusing and setting herself free.