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Punishment or Reward? WHORE RED LIPSTICK
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Punishment or Reward? WHORE RED LIPSTICKIts 11:47 am and I?m sitting at my desk, wondering what you?re doing, and thinking. Are you day dreaming about me as I am of you? Am I day dreaming lol, no, I?m planning in my head our date night. -wicked smile-I text you that I?m thinking of you. That I?m staring at your picture, you know the one. Your sitting there with your head titled slightly to the side and your smiling, hairs little disheveled. You dont like that pic but I do. I see nothing but pure happiness in your eyes and smile. I smile looking at it as tonight I plan on rewarding you for the pure happiness you give me.My last text mentions not being late. Daddy doesn?t mind usually but tonight, you notice a tone in my message. Your spine straightens up and hairs on back of your neck prickle as you read. As you have left for work before me, I had time to lay out your evening?s attire. You?re to come home straight from work. I?ll leave details you will follow on the counter.You get home and it?s still light outside, love day lights savings time lol. You notice a gentleman standing, apparently waiting at the door. He says he?s to wait for the lady of the house to invite him in. You walk in looking perplexed. Setting your purse down and taking your shoes off you grab some water out of the fridge and pick up the note on the counter right next to the bouquet of iris's I picked up that morning and place out for you. As you smile you begin reading the details you will follow...1. You?re to let the young gentleman who was outside our door when you came home, who is patiently waiting for you to read this note, inside. Politely offer him some water. He will decline but your polite gesture will make him smile. While he begins his set up, you are to go to our room, undress and take a hot shower. Not quick but nay a long one either. When you come back out in your new oversized furry white terry clothed robe that I laid out before I left for work, he will have assembled his massage table, set out his oils and have warmed his hands in preparation for your sensual massage. Small gift to show my appreciation for you in my life. He lays you on your back, helps your arms out of the sleeves, leaving the robe laying on you. You feel the heat from the heater. All comfort setting to put you in a relaxed state of mind. He begins with your calves, pulling the robe up, palms against the muscles, working any stress out. Lengthwise he works your skin soft but firmly. You?re listening to ocean waves and water falls on the headset he gave you so you don?t hear when I call him. He tells me it?s going just fine, you?re relaxing and he should be done with you in about another 45 minutes. I thank him again and tell him I?ve wired him his payment. We hang up as he begins working on your arms, lifting them up your beautiful buoyant breasts flow out onto the table from under you. You grin thinking yes this is where he begins to seduce you as I have planned. You feel a slight moisture grow between your warm thighs waiting for his hand to either just slip "accidently" or is he just gonna take you without any pretext or permission. His strong hands run up the length of your right arm. He's working his thick fingers along the under part of your forearm. You wonder if he?s thick elsewhere as well. Massaging between your fingers, each one you smile, you needed this. He leans across your back to reach the oil and as he does, the bottom of his shirt rides up, he doesn?t have a movie star six pack but what you feel against your back is definitely not a keg belly. And oh damnnnn, against your right bare butt cheek, you are facing opposite direction but you know that kinda lump pressed against you anywhere. Yeah, you giggle to yourself, wondering where I hid the video camera, you?re gonna watch this homemade porn movie before I come home. He works the back of the robe down to your waist to work on your left arm. As he repeats the moves on this arm you feel the "kraken" in its net pressed against your left bare butt cheek. You giggle inside at your cheesy description but you don?t care, it was cute. As he begins your back, he climbs up on the table, and straddles the back of your thighs working the s mall of your waist. Sensual massage be damned, he?s working the knots out from when you went hiking 6 months ago. By now, the towel s barely on you, it?s not covering; it?s just laying in you like an unbuckled belt. He leans forward to work your shoulders and scapula, neck turning as never felt so good. Feels like you could fall asleep......your eyes shoot wide open, it?s there....pressed right against your ass, as he's "rowing" his arms working your upper back, this hot slab is like a hot water bottle just laying on you. You?re not giggling anymore. Thinking almost out loud, fuck his damn video, I?m gonna jump this guy any minute. Just as your bout to make a bold move, he jumps off the table, comes around and stands before you, just before he says something you decide fuck it, now or never, it?s what my man wants hehehe. You scoot up on your arms, your tits just roll out forward, and glass cutting nipples meet his gaze. You ask him if this is the part in the video where you offer him h is tip. He slightly chuckles and says no ma'am, this is the part where you get up and go take another quick shower to wash off the oils while he pack up and leaves. As you stand and pull robe back on covering up he hands you a note and tells you he apologizes if you mistook his amused chuckle to be directed at you. He explains, the man who hired him described everything that happened perfectly, your reactions to his teasing, you trying to sneak looks for a video camera, to you expecting to act out a porn scene involving a tip. He says your beautiful and if he wasn?t gay, he would have taken the tip regardless if he was hired or not and that your man is a veryyyyy lucky man. You smile and thank him. You go shower while he cleans up and by the time you come out he has left.Feeling relaxed and fresh from your shower, thinking to yourself, you?ll get me back lol. You lounge on the couch reading the next detail you will do. 2. Your to go put on the outfit iv laid out for you, do your hair as I have requested, your make up exactly is I described. You make your way to the bed, mmmmm it?s a black night you whisper. You put on the sheer black thigh highs with the black lines that go along the back and meet with matching bows which end just below each ass cheek. You look but don?t see any bras or panties. Forgotten? You laugh to yourself, yeah right, like he forgets anything, what is it he says, 87% lol. You see the long black skirt, neither light nor heavy material, would describe it as cotton cloth with silver trim and shimmery patterns imbedding in the stitching. You sit at your vanity table and look at the detail note. It reads lipstick......whore red lipstick. That?s it. The rest of the card is blank, just WHORE RED LIPSTICK. You open the cabinet in your vanity table; you take the key in the drawer and unlock the little box, and pull out the small case holding what looks like a silver bullet. You smile, reading the inscription on the side "To Slay the b**st". You decide to wait till you?re fully dressed. You laugh thinking no panties and no bra but fully dressed lol. You look at the top; it?s your favorite Shaw, black sheer and see thru. You read the details for it; you?re to wait till I get home to help you finish getting dressed. Suddenly you hear my voice from behind you. You didn?t follow the makeup detail note. You jerk slightly then realize it?s me. You come up to kiss me but I stop you with one finger. I brush your hair to the side; I gently but firmly grip your chin, looking at you with love and slight disappointment. You see it in my smile. Eyes down you say sorry daddy. I kiss your forehead, my hand glides down to your throat. I hold it there, not tight, not firm. Just resting, formed lightly over your throat. You smell my cologne on my wrist, you want to melt into me, your hands wrap around my arm and I lead you by your throat to the vanity table. You sit and slowly apply the lipstick. Your meticulous with your strokes, this lipstick demands this type of discipline w hen applied, as equally the respect it commands. You blot your lips twice. You look up at me. I extend my right forefinger to your chin, lifting you up and I kiss your lips lightly as to not smear your masterpiece, I lean forward to your ear and I whisper, perfect. I draw you to the center of our bedroom; you extend your arms out. You now know how I?m going to dress you. I take the wrist straps and lovingly attach to each of your wrists. I take out the PVC pipe stand with the attached pulley atop of it. As I pull on the cord, your arms go up and extend without any effort from you. I run my hands along your sides. I love every curve, dimple, mark, scar, ounce of you. I pull out of our locked treasure chest black horse haired rope. In front of you, you see me unravel it, and I give it a good THWACK!!! You smirk and get that feeling again, hairs on the back of your neck tingling. The hot moistness creeping between your thighs. You smile big when you see it?s not for whipping, but binding, I skipped work one day a week for past 3 months. Took a rope play Kinbaku-bi/Shibari class. I kiss your neck softly as I create art across your both with the soft rope. I soaked it in oil, dried in low heat, softened with love for this very night. I want you to feel constricted, bonded, gripped, and loved as you move throughout the night. When the pattern is complete, it wraps around perfectly bracing your breasts as any bra could, crossing your back, engraved along your waist. Your posture is perfect; it?s as if you?re wearing a roped corset. Your nipples poking thru, very visible. I take your black lipstick and I color in our nipples. Then I release you from the pulley and straps. I put it all away, and then I waif the sheer black Shaw in the air and as it floats down slowly I place you under it. It lays on you softly. There, now were ready to go out. You grab the black boots cause, well, they go with anywhere we go lol. I grab the keys, we walk arm I n arm to the truck and were off into the night.We?re off to drinks and dinner on the pier. We meet up with good friends and were getting compliments left and right on the roping and on the rest of your outfit. You?re getting the lions share tho
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