LESSON LEARNED Pt 1 by smitty mdcouple496@hotmail.com
My wife kept telling me I'd be sorry. I wasn't good at following directions and she had had it. Friday night she came home from work with a case of beer and apparently a plan to teach me a lesson.
My first drink was finished by the time she returned from getting changed. She handed me my second beer, giving me a glimpse of her breasts. After my 5th drink she suggested we play a little game.
First I was to lock myself up in my CB3000. It didn't take much convincing and I handed her the key. She laid on the bed on told me to rub her shoulders. I continued to massage her, moving down her legs.
She told me to lick her ass and again I followed directions as she moved her hips up slightly. She rolled over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her legs. I was held there until she groaned in orgasm. She said that it was my turn and had me lie on my back. First she secured my wrists and then ankles to the bed post. After confirming that I was not able to get loose she produced the key to my cage. At last it was my turn but she started to get dressed. "Hey, I thought it was my turn?" "It is." she said. "We are still playing the game. this is to make sure you will always play the game."
She was dressed now and showed me an envelope. She dropped the key in it and said she was going to the post office. "You see, I always end up feeling sorry for you and let you loose. This time I'm sending the key to someone who won't be so kind. It will take at least a few days to make it through the postal system." "Who are you sending it too?" I said. "Oh that's a surprise. It's all just part of the game.?
She left me there for 30 minutes. Tied and locked. Coming back into the room she said, "before you say anything or complain, I'm not interested in hearing it. The key is in the mail so even if I wanted to unlock it, I can't. You'll have to deal with the person I sent it too. An NO I'm not telling who that is." She untied me. "Now go to sleep. I already made use of your tongue and with that thing locked on; obviously you are of no use any other way.?
She went to sleep but I was in and out all night, trying to find a comfortable position.
In the morning I asked once if she really mailed the key to someone. Her response was that if I asked another stupid question like that she would get pissed off. And if I knew what was good for me I wouldn't piss her off. I changed the subject.
All day Saturday I struggle to find a comfortable position. Sunday was a little better but I suffered knowing that the mail didn't get delivered on Sunday. Monday came and went. Then Tuesday and Wednesday.
By Thursday, I had almost convinced myself I was getting used to it when my office phone rang. "I got something in the mail today for you." My stomach sunk. I knew the voice. It was Michelle's sister. "Stop by on Friday." She hung up. Friday? I thought to myself. That's makes a week, but I was in no rush to go to her house. Did she know what was in the envelope?
It was seven days and I found myself knocking on her sister's door. She told me to come in and instructed me to wait in the kitchen while she went upstairs. This was embarrassing beyond anything I've ever been through. Soon she would be handing me the envelope and I'd be out of there to unlock myself. If she hadn't opened it - all the better. She came into the kitchen, but she didn't have the envelope. I was holding a camera. "Let me see it." "See what?" I stammered. "Look you dumb shit. You really don't want to piss me off. Don't ever make me say anything twice.? I needed the key and knew I was digging my hole a little bit deeper. I was screwed and new it.
Apparently my wife had been reading my stories after all. I unzipped my pants and lowered them far enough for her to see. "Oh my god." She snapped two Polaroid?s, waited for them to develop and made sure I saw them. Then went back up stairs.
She came back empty handed. "Can I have the key now?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? Michelle asked that I mail that back to her. It went in the box about an hour ago.?
Walking out to my car she yelled out to me and obviously not caring who heard. "Hey, just make sure anytime you and I are in the same room you have that cock locked back in its cage."
On the way home I had plenty of time to realize I was in trouble.
I got home about 6. Michele was one the couch. She didn't say "hi" or mention anything about her sister. She just told me to get her a drink and rub her feet. She didn't have to say anything else. I could tell by the confident look on her face and the feeling in my stomach that we both knew she didn't need to say anything else.
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My wife kept telling me I'd be sorry. I wasn't good at following directions and she had had it. Friday night she came home from work with a case of beer and apparently a plan to teach me a lesson.
My first drink was finished by the time she returned from getting changed. She handed me my second beer, giving me a glimpse of her breasts. After my 5th drink she suggested we play a little game.
First I was to lock myself up in my CB3000. It didn't take much convincing and I handed her the key. She laid on the bed on told me to rub her shoulders. I continued to massage her, moving down her legs.
She told me to lick her ass and again I followed directions as she moved her hips up slightly. She rolled over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her legs. I was held there until she groaned in orgasm. She said that it was my turn and had me lie on my back. First she secured my wrists and then ankles to the bed post. After confirming that I was not able to get loose she produced the key to my cage. At last it was my turn but she started to get dressed. "Hey, I thought it was my turn?" "It is." she said. "We are still playing the game. this is to make sure you will always play the game."
She was dressed now and showed me an envelope. She dropped the key in it and said she was going to the post office. "You see, I always end up feeling sorry for you and let you loose. This time I'm sending the key to someone who won't be so kind. It will take at least a few days to make it through the postal system." "Who are you sending it too?" I said. "Oh that's a surprise. It's all just part of the game.?
She left me there for 30 minutes. Tied and locked. Coming back into the room she said, "before you say anything or complain, I'm not interested in hearing it. The key is in the mail so even if I wanted to unlock it, I can't. You'll have to deal with the person I sent it too. An NO I'm not telling who that is." She untied me. "Now go to sleep. I already made use of your tongue and with that thing locked on; obviously you are of no use any other way.?
She went to sleep but I was in and out all night, trying to find a comfortable position.
In the morning I asked once if she really mailed the key to someone. Her response was that if I asked another stupid question like that she would get pissed off. And if I knew what was good for me I wouldn't piss her off. I changed the subject.
All day Saturday I struggle to find a comfortable position. Sunday was a little better but I suffered knowing that the mail didn't get delivered on Sunday. Monday came and went. Then Tuesday and Wednesday.
By Thursday, I had almost convinced myself I was getting used to it when my office phone rang. "I got something in the mail today for you." My stomach sunk. I knew the voice. It was Michelle's sister. "Stop by on Friday." She hung up. Friday? I thought to myself. That's makes a week, but I was in no rush to go to her house. Did she know what was in the envelope?
It was seven days and I found myself knocking on her sister's door. She told me to come in and instructed me to wait in the kitchen while she went upstairs. This was embarrassing beyond anything I've ever been through. Soon she would be handing me the envelope and I'd be out of there to unlock myself. If she hadn't opened it - all the better. She came into the kitchen, but she didn't have the envelope. I was holding a camera. "Let me see it." "See what?" I stammered. "Look you dumb shit. You really don't want to piss me off. Don't ever make me say anything twice.? I needed the key and knew I was digging my hole a little bit deeper. I was screwed and new it.
Apparently my wife had been reading my stories after all. I unzipped my pants and lowered them far enough for her to see. "Oh my god." She snapped two Polaroid?s, waited for them to develop and made sure I saw them. Then went back up stairs.
She came back empty handed. "Can I have the key now?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? Michelle asked that I mail that back to her. It went in the box about an hour ago.?
Walking out to my car she yelled out to me and obviously not caring who heard. "Hey, just make sure anytime you and I are in the same room you have that cock locked back in its cage."
On the way home I had plenty of time to realize I was in trouble.
I got home about 6. Michele was one the couch. She didn't say "hi" or mention anything about her sister. She just told me to get her a drink and rub her feet. She didn't have to say anything else. I could tell by the confident look on her face and the feeling in my stomach that we both knew she didn't need to say anything else.
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