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AFTER FIVE YEARS OF BEGGING, SHE FINALLY GIVES IN
Maggie The Unreluctant Mistress And Her Husband Peter
BDSM | BONDAGE | PUNISHMENT | HUMOR | SATIRE
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK DUB-COM STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
“Maggie? Honey?”
{Smack!}
“It’s Mistress M! Slave!”
“Mistress M. I know I begged you to play these games for almost three years…”
{Smack!}
“Five Years! Fucker!”
“Ouch! Okay, Mistress M. Five years… but… I think I’ve changed my mind. This, this just isn’t doing it for me. I’m sorry.”
“Why? Why Peter? Don’t you like my tight leather outfit?”
“No, I mean, Yes, Mistress M. I love your tight leather outfit.”
“So, it’s making my ass look big?”
“No, Mistress M, No. Your ass looks perfect.”
“Then what? What is it?”
“It’s the curlers, Mistress M. They just aren’t… very Mistress like.”
“Peter! I mean, Slave! Did you ever once mention anything at all about my hair during your five years of groveling for me to become your BDSM Mistress?”
“No, but…”
{Smack!}
“Did you already forget, Slave? It’s Mistress M.”
“Mistress M, I’m also not very turned on by you beating me with my grill cleaning brush.”
“That makes total sense Slave, which is why this isn’t your grill cleaning brush. I borrowed this one from Joe.”
“Our neighbor?”
{Smack!}
“No, your Uncle Joe from Cincinnati. I had him ship it overnight, dumbass.”
“I’m sorry Mistress M. But, it’s not just the brush thing.”
“Oh My God! Peter, what else is spoiling your little fantasy? You big baby.”
“I was hoping to be put into chastity by you, Mistress M.”
“Well Slave, can you stroke your cock or cum?”
“Of course I can’t Mistress M. Because you completely wrapped it in extra sticky packing tape.”
“Problem solved, Slave.”
“But, Mistress M…”
“Slave Peter, before you whine like a little bitch about the rest of your session, you asked me to bend you over, done! You wanted anal play, done! You suggested I force you to dress like a girl, also done!”
“Mistress M, I agree that the dog collar and leash pulling my neck down towards my knees is making me bend over, just like I asked. So, that’s good… but…”
“But what? Slave!”
“Mistress M… it’s just that I wasn’t expecting the only thing I’d be wearing is a frilly bonnet. And having my Grandma’s feather duster, shoved up my ass just doesn’t feel like anal play.”
“Slave, how many other guys do you see running around in bonnets?”
“Um, none, Mistress M.”
“And don’t you love your Grandma? Doesn’t feeling a handle, that she held in her hand, thousands of times, inside your ass, bring you closer to her memories?”
“Ah, um, well…”
{DING!}
“Where are you going, Maggie?”
{Smack!}
“It’s Mistress M, and I’m answering the door.”
“Magg… Mistress M, don’t!”
“Oh, hi Joe!”
“Wow, don’t you look… extra special, Maggie.”
“It’s Mistress M. Peter begged me to be his Mistress. Figured I’d play along.”
“Oh, hi Peter! Didn’t see you back there, all bent over like that.”
“Um, hi Joe.”
“Are you going to make it over for the game later? Or, are you going to be… dusting?”
Maggie jumps in, “I think you should make Slave Peter call you Master Joe. It makes his little wiener hard.”
“Maggie!”
“Hold on a second Joe.”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
“It’s Mistress M. you tiny dicked piece of shit!”
Joe hesitantly asks, “Um, Mistress M? Is that my grill brush?”
“Why, yes it is. Did you need it back?”
“I did, Mistress M. but since you seem to have a better purpose for it, you can keep it.”
Peter says, “Ah, Joe. I should make it for the game. What should I bring?”
Handing Joe the grill brush, Maggie says, “I think you need this.”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
“OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!”
“It’s Master Joe! Tiny dick!”
“I’m sorry, Master Joe.”
Handing the brush back to Maggie, Joe says, “You keep rocking it Maggie. Maybe someday, you could be my Mistress.”
“Just name the date and time Joe, cause I’m getting pretty good at this.”
“You sure are… Mistress M. See ya later. See ya Slave Peter.”
“See you at game time, Master Joe.”
. . .
“Mistress M? Could you un-cuff me now, so I can get cleaned up in time for the game?”
“Not until you’re done dusting the front room and dining room, Slave.”
“But, but, Mistress M. I can’t reach everything bent over like this.”
“Than you won’t be watching the game, now will you Slave?”
“But, Maggie! This isn’t fair!”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {CRACK!}
“Slave, and now you owe Joe a new grill brush. Get to dusting, or I’ll be using your Grampa’s vice grips on your nipples.”
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