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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)
You and John both move into the bedroom, to look at the trussed-up golden haired beautiful woman lying on the bed with a body like… Wow! Full and perky titties fill out the top of Rachel’s ultra sheer lace neglige. A micro-thong white silken panty finishes off the bottom. The string of her thong is pulled up so tightly in her crack, her pussy lips wrap around an inch of the thin fabric making it disappear within her folds. Her golden pubic hair is clearly visible. You and John can also clearly see the pucker of her anus.
“What a gorgeous piece of baby-making machinery!” John blurts out upon seeing your girlfriend, his long time employee, in her negligee.
John doesn’t say anything else. But his cock aches for her, his mind aches at the thought of that smooth tight belly being grossly swollen with his baby kicking inside. Well, if he plays it right, maybe some night Ross and Rachel might let him expand his lessons to “Pregnancy basics” or “How to have another man’s baby.” John’s cock begins to grow at the very thought.
“Down boy!” you say jokingly, seeing John’s excitement. “Time enough for that later.”
Ross pulls the gag out of Rachel’s mouth. “See you tonight baby,” you say, and kiss Rachel on the lips.
“Ross! You aren’t going to leave me here with John, like this! Are you?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to learn about bondage and discipline?”
“Yes but…”
“Well John here, is going to teach you. He knows a lot more about it, than I do. He’ll see to it that you’re properly trained.”
“But Ross! He’s my boss, and he might… make me do sexual things, and what if he, oh! You mean I’m supposed to…?”
“You get to decide babe. John will demonstrate it all to you. John will be training you to do it right. If you really don’t want to do this, the safeword we discussed will end it all.” She looks at John and he nods slowly. “Otherwise, I’ll see you this evening, sometime after I eat dinner. You do remember the safeword?”
“Yes Ross.” Suddenly her voice rises almost to a scream. “Oh Ross! Don’t leave me here! Please Ross. I’ll be a better girlfriend. Ross please, he’ll hurt me! Don’t go Ross. Don’t leave me here like this!”
Your beautiful girlfriend’s words almost tear your heart, and you are a pretty tough guy. Still, you look at Rachel, considering stopping this whole thing because you really don’t want to share your girlfriend with John, then steeling yourself to see this through for your Rachel and and your secret fantasy. You stuff the gag back into Rachel’s mouth and say, “Screaming won’t do any good. I’m sure John here has better things to do than listen to your whimpering and whining. It’s an opportunity we will never get again. If you don’t stop it right now, I’ll leave you here overnight.”
For a second her head turned to one side, catching John’s eye, and she winks. Obviously, Rachel hasn’t used whatever safeword she has been given, John thinks. The screams and struggling were all for show. John is pleasantly surprised at how good Rachel’s acting was, If he hadn’t been listening closely, he would have untied his employee and sent her on her way with her boyfriend. It is all he can do to restrain an enormous hard-on.
Your threat did have an effect on Rachel. She immediately stops struggling and goes quiet. You guess she doesn’t really trust John enough yet to stay overnight being his sub.
“Now, you’ll see that Rachel gets plenty to eat and drink,” you say, looking pointedly at John’s swelling penis.
It is all John can do to keep from busting out laughing. But he quickly recovers and assures you that he will “feed” Rachel until her belly is full of natural nutrients, and he will see that Rachel got enough to “drink” too.
John shivers in excitement at the lewd suggestion of what he is going to give his beautiful employee to drink. He has to suddenly think about baseball and old pruned grandmothers smelling like mothballs to prevent himself from blowing a massive load in his pants right there in front of Rachel and you.
He can tell that both you and Rachel get the ‘point’ as well, as you shake with suppressed laughter, and Rachel shakes with fear… Or is that laughter too?
“You’ll see that she gets some sleep, while I’m gone, won’t you?” you say very matter-of-factly.
John assures you that he will not only put Rachel to “bed,” but if necessary, he’ll sleep cuddled up against her to “make sure she gets her rest.”
Rachel’s eyes get real big at this, and she starts wiggling and struggling against her restraints as she tries to mumble something through her gag. “Mmmmph, mmMmmph!” She looks frightened half to death.
You lean in, kiss your sexy, trussed-up girlfriend on her head ignoring the frantic grunts, and say, “Now you be sure and do whatever John tells you to baby. I’ll be back tonight.”
You and John leave Rachel still bound tightly to the bed and go back into the living room, where you get ready to leave. As you prepare to go, John asks in a very serious tone of voice, “Are you sure about this? Maybe Rachel changed her mind? She looked really scared there, at the end.”
You reassure John and say to him, “I knew you were the right one.”
John just stands there quietly waiting for more.
You continue, “I almost wasn’t sure at the beginning. Now I can quit worrying that you might really hurt her. Thanks. No, she could have stopped us anytime, right up until we left the room. Rachel wants to do this for me, she wants to get trained properly so she can please me, and I’m not going to change my mind about you doing this to her. I really want her trained as a sub for my fantasy and want you to be the one to train her.”
“Uuuhh. She couldn’t say anything once you put the gag back in her mouth,” John points out. “She looked pretty scared there, when we left.”
You smile a big toothy grin. “I guess I’ll have to demonstrate,” you say, then yell to Rachel, “Rachel. use your safeword. Once if you’re okay. Twice, if you want out!”
There is silence from the other room, then faintly, “Bang, bang, bang,” as the headboard of the bed hits the wall rhythmically. Definitely an odd-number and only once. Still, it might be a mistake. There’s silence afterwards.
“See,” you say, then seeing John’s worry, “Do it again, one time, if you’re okay!”
Faintly, “Bang, BANG, bang.” There is no doubt.
“See,” you say, “any strike, any three grunts, wheezes, bangs, etc., with about that same timing, and you will know she’s had enough.”
John is impressed. He thought he was the bondage expert.
“Do you mind, if I use the same system?” he asks you.
“If you want to. Or, you can use anything else you want. Don’t be shy about using my cell to call if anything we don’t want happens. Second, If you get carried away, and she gets hurt, here is the number of the doctor’s office we go to, and her doctor’s name. If you hurt her, even by accident, the speed you get her to the doctor, determines whether you get to keep your balls or not. Do I make myself clear?”
John does. “Perfectly,” he replies.
“Also,” you continue, “in case of a real emergency, there’s always 911. If you have to use that number, the speed you use determines whether you get to keep your life, or not. Do I make myself completely clear on that one?”
You have. John nods his head confidently enough for you to feel satisfied.
“See you tonight,” you say, slipping out the door. “Don’t go too easy on her. Remember, I want her trained properly. And, if you do it right, this could be just the beginning!”
You leave and shut the door behind you.
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