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.