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She shook her head.
"This should be interesting for both of us. You from the fact that this is something new and for me to see if I can make it worth your time."
"What?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side. "You are one crazy mother fucker."
"Isn't fowl language what got your ass spanked last night?" I asked.
"Uh, no. Your muse being gone so long and my struggling to get away from you is what got my ass spanked," she replied quickly. "Over my language, you just threatened to spank me again."
I chuckled. "I was testing what you told me earlier."
"You think I would lie to you? For what purpose?"
"That is a good question that I don't really have an answer for," I replied. "Lets just say I'm a little paranoid where you are concerned."
Kerry frowned and whispered, "More like scared shitless than paranoid."
My hand shot out and the three middle fingertips caught the end of her breast sharply. She gave a jerk and gasped loudly. Her upper body rocked back and forth slowly. Was she waiting for another slap on her nipple or what, I wondered?
I was out of my element, I realized. I had no idea what to do next. With a deep sigh, I leaned forward and took the blindfold off her. She blinked a couple of times and gave me a confused look. I sighed again and asked, "What would you really do if I untied you?"
A murderous look crossed her face and then she looked down at the nipple I had slapped. "I, uh," she said and then looked at my face. "I don't really know."
"What happened to mayhem and murder," I asked softly.
"I'm not sure. This being manhandled thing makes me mad on the one hand but," she paused to shiver. "It excites the hell out of me on the other."
I nodded. "I understand both sides of that from what I've seen."
"So why did you stop?" she asked softly.
The question shocked me somewhat. "I, uh, realized I didn't know where to go next after I slapped your nipple."
She gave me a funny look and grinned. "Slap the other one. Lick and tease the one you slapped with your mouth and tongue. Use your imagination. If I yell stop, make me come one more time. Jesus, do I have to think of everything."
My mouth was hanging open as I stared at a real live Muse.
- COMMENTS
Ravey19over 3 years agoWas concerned about the beginning as forced, even if "accidental" and why the store owner didn't raise concerns when she didn't return.
However, as it deveoped he was more confused and apprehensive and finally she came out as his muse, I think. Perhaps a love story but still a tad concerned about the first part.
Well written and carries you with it. 5 stars.
Anonymousover 3 years agoThis was a wonderful read. I loved how descriptive you were with the bondage. Having Kerry willingly become the Muse was a really neat touch!
oldsage_1over 3 years agoGave you a 5 on this one, Tex, not really into BDSM but I think it was well written and for damn sure graphic. Hey if this is your Contest entry, good luck. I have enjoyed too many of your fantasies to knock your score down on this one. Not my cup-o-tea but I finished it and that says a lot for the writer.
Hope this is just a "phase" like my kids went through growing up. ;-) Looking forward to your next more typical Love Story offering.
Cheers and I wasn't being sarcastic about good luck on the contest.
Long time follower
SAGE
SisterJezabelover 3 years agoI smiled and laughed and then I kept reading! Thanks for such an amusing tale!
