Stepmother’s plan 5

Stepmother’s Plan 4 (https://tentaclestories.wordpress.com/2015/12/17/stepmothers-plan-4/)

Margaret Graham sits at the sofa, still blushing. The ache between her legs is still quite pronounced and any sudden moves exacerbates the pain. She looks at Luther who is studying her from the kitchen counter.

“How does it feel to be helpless?” he asks.

Margaret thinks about the question for a moment. She bites her lower lips as the answer forms in her head. “Liberating.” she finally says.

“Usually, I go for softer approach for first timer.” Luther grins as he remembers that he had to carry her up the spiraling stairs because she was too sore to walk. Looking how she has crossed her legs and sits at an angle, he thinks she still is.

“Why not.”she glowers at his smugness.

“The way you looked at the girl the first time you are here. It’s almost like you would beg to switch places with her.” he tries not to snigger but fails.

“Shut up.” Margaret rolls her eyes.

“You know, you should really tell your husband about it.”

“About what?”

“That incident.”

“No.” Margaret snaps.

“If you plan to be with him forever, he should know.” He walks to her and then sits on the single-seater. “He deserves to know.”

“He doesn’t. I’ve been through this. There’s no need for him to know.”

“There is. You clearly have a fetish for bondage. And fulfilling that fetish can be your salvation.”

“I can still fulfill it without him knowing my past.”

“Think of it this way. The only way you can get your fetish satisfied is through me. How many times do you think you can keep coming to me before he starts suspecting?”

“Then what do you expect me to tell him? Hey Joseph, I’d been raped when I was five. Now, I’m stuck with a bondage fetish and I need to go see a friend to have it satisfied. Is that it?” Margaret hisses.

“No.” Luther says nonchalantly. He then takes out a card from his wallet and gives it to Margaret. “That’s the address of the club I work in.”

Margaret stares at the card for a moment. Hesitantly, she takes the card and reads it. There’s an image of leather cuffs on the card with a large font spelling ‘Dungeon & Doms.” right in the middle. She turns the card around and there’s the address.

“Go there. Tell them that Gabriel sent you there. Ask for Faulkner. He’s show you around.Then you can see for yourself.” Luther says.

“See what for myself?”

“You will know when you are there.” Luther gives a wry smile.

Margaret looks at the card again. It seems professionally made. Almost like an advertisement. She rubs her thumb against it as she contemplates whether to tell her husband or not. “I’ll think about it.” she says before putting the card into her clutch.

She stands up, winces when her thighs rub the raw skin, and heads toward the bulkhead door. Luther follows her, punches in the code and pushes the door open.

“See you soon.” Luther says. Margaret nods and walks up.

Luther closes the bulkhead door and sits at the counter. He picks up his phone and dials the number he has been keeping in his mind for 5 years now.

“Hey, Cammie…. Yeah, Gab here….Sorry, I’ve been busy. Anyway, you mind if I send someone over to you? Yeah. She’s a sub. Married…yeah, her husband doesn’t know. Yes. I’m counting on you.”

On the next day, Margaret drives to the address given by Luther. When she pulls into an underground parking lot of a 50 story tower, she starts to wonder if she has driven to the wrong place. This is obviously an office lot. Maybe there’s a relationship therapist working amidst the white collars with accounting and finance degrees. Maybe there’s even a sex consultant that could very well teach men how to fuck. But to a reasonable deduction, certainly Dungeon & Dom has no place in such typical office environment.

Since the cards has the level, Margaret heads straight to the bank of elevators. It would definitely be awkward to ask the receptionist where Dungeon & Dom is. When she’s in, she presses 23rd floor. The elevator is rather empty. Only a few men in suit with black suit cases flank her. Lawyers. She says inwardly to herself. Definitely lawyers. When the bell chimes and a computerized voice announces the arrival to 23rd floor, Margaret steps out. In front of her is a blond receptionist whom is already smiling at her.

“How may I help you?” she asks.

“Is…uhm…this here?” Margaret put the card flat on the counter.

“Yes.” she says after giving a brief glance at the card. “Any person in particular that you’re looking for?”

“Faulkner.” Margaret recalls the name given by Luther.

“Follow me.” she stands up and walks further into the narrow alleyway.

Margaret follows her. As she walks further in, she sees more and more doors with metallic nameplates on them. Finally, the receptionist gestures her to a door with the name Faulkner written on the nameplate. Margaret thanks the receptionist and enters the door.

“Hi, you must be Margaret.” a woman in her thirties, wears a brunette shoulder length hair, raises from her seat and extends her hand out. Margaret responds with a smile and shakes her hand.

Faulkner is gorgeous. She’s tall, taller than Margaret, and with a face that any man would kill for. Her curves are very defined and she could very well be a model for fitness magazines. The way she speaks reveals an accent Margaret feels familiar with. If Margaret has to put it, it will be somewhere along Russian and East European.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Faulkner.”

“Please, call me Camilia. Gabriel told me you would be coming?”

“Sorry, who?”

“Gabriel Stein?”

Margaret suddenly remembers Luther told her something about a man named Gabriel.

“Oh, yes.” Margaret finally says. She wonders if Gabriel is Luther’s alias.

“He told me about your…how shall we say…predicament. And I’m here to help. Have a seat.”

Margaret simply nods at her and sits down because she has no idea what this whole thing is. She still has no idea now.

“So, I will be bold then. What makes you think that your husband won’t want to indulge in BDSM?” The Russian accented woman asks.

Margaret grimaces. Even Luther isn’t that bold when come to asking sensitive questions.

“He’s a very busy man. I don’t think he will have the time.” Margaret answers.

“You two do have sexual intercourse, no?”

“We do.”

“How often and how long every time?”

Margaret shifts her balance on the seat and crosses her legs. She hesitates a moment but when those emerald eyes looking at her in all seriousness, she relents.

“Two times a week. An hour or so each time, sometimes more.” Margaret sighs.

“So, he does have the time then.”

“I’m sorry. Why are we even talking about this?” Margaret asks.

“Alright. You must be confused. Let me put it this way, you want to have a BDSM relationship with your husband but you don’t know how to get him into it. Am I right?”

Margaret hesitates for a moment before she cautiously nods.

“And I’m here to guide you so that you can eventually get your husband into it.”

A sudden realization hits her. Luther wants her to find help in getting her husband into BDSM. So that she doesn’t have to rely on him to get what she wants. She lets out a chuckle as she shakes her head slowly. The card looks so ominous that she thought she would be seeing BDSM actions in this building. Could she be more wrong.

“What’s so funny?”Camilia asks.

“Nothing.”

“So, shall we continue?”

“Yes.” Margaret, after knowing Luther’s intention and Camilia’s purpose, surprisingly finds it easier to answer her questions now.

“Has he ever spank you?”

“No.”

“Okay. Next time you have sex, tease him with your ass. Tempt him to hit it. Tell him that you’ve been a bad girl and that you need punishment.”

Margaret nods.

“Here’s a video clip to give you some general idea as to how.” she points the remote control she picks up from the table to the wall on the left.

Margaret turns and looks at the flat screen tv mounted to the wall. Then,it shows a scantily dressed woman sitting on a love seat. The quality of the camera seems like the shooting is done candidly. The door opens and a man walks into the room. The woman stands up and suggestively approaches the man. The man, with his eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlight, clear has no idea what’s going on.

“What took you so long?” the woman breaths into the man’s ear.

“There’s traffic.” the man stutters and looks around, probably wondering if this is a setup. “What’s wrong, honey?”

The woman, says nothing, pulls the man by his tie until they reach the love seat. She tosses him onto the seat, straddles him and helps him undo his tie.

“You’ve been away for so long, I have to touch myself.” the woman says as she drops the tie on the floor. Margaret squirm in her seat.

“Then I guess I have to make it up to you tonight.” the man coos.

“But I’ve touched myself. I’ve been a really bad girl.” the woman purrs.

The man isn’t sure what is happening but when the woman climbs off from and bend over his knees, he follows through his role. Any idea could figure where this is going. He slaps her ass hard and she yelps.

“I’m sorry, master. I won’t touch myself again.” she apologizes but it sounds more like a motivation for him to hit her again. And he spanks her again.

The video clip ends and Margaret almost asphyxiates herself by forgetting to breath. She turns back to Camilia and hopes that her face isn’t too red. That would be embarrassing.

“She’s a client of mine 3 years ago. A natural submissive. Like you, she hid it from her husband and seek other men to satisfy her fetish, thinking that her husband would never approve of her unconventional sexual indulgence. Almost kill herself out of guilt. Gabriel brought her to me. I told her to tell him the truth and taught her how to get her husband into BDSM. She has three kids now and still happily married.” Camilia says.

“Does she still practice BDSM with her husband?” Margaret asks out of curiosity.

“Yes. They are.” she fiddles with the remote control and the screen displays another video.

This time, it is a security feed of a room. The woman is lying face down on some kind of bench with leather finish. Her wrists and ankles are shackled to the floor. The man is standing at the back, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy very hard and fast. She is screaming in ecstasy, drowned by the pleasure induced by her husband’s cock.

Margaret uncrosses her legs and then crosses them again with the other leg on top.

“Video of them last Sunday. They spend about two hours here.” Camilia says and then turns the tv off.

“Here?”

“It may not look like it, but those rooms you’ve passed coming to here, some of them are not as what it seems.”

Margaret recalls seeing lots of doors with nameplates. If what Camilia is telling her is right, then some of those rooms are not really offices. Deception? She asks herself.

“So, do you think you can manage?” Camilia pulls her attention back.

Margaret thinks for a moment. She can certainly wear scanty clothing. She has a nightgown from Victoria’s Secret. But she isn’t sure if she can act out on the flirting and purring she saw just now.

“I’ll try.” Margaret finally says.

Stepmother’s Plan 6 (https://tentaclestories.wordpress.com/2015/12/18/stepmothers-plan-6/)

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About robsam1991

Even though my stories depicts rapes and violence on women(mostly), i never once condone the action. Not even the slightest. In fact, i despise men who rape women. I never agreed on that women who wear provocative clothing were to be blame on for the rape; though they should take precautions when necessary to avoid risk. As a man, i think it's our responsibility to control ourselves and never let our urge out on innocent people. If you feel like raping someone, then treat a girl nicely so that she would opt for a role play where you can play out a 'rape' on her satisfyingly. Please use safe word.
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