AFTER FIVE YEARS OF BEGGING, THEIR BDSM GAMES ARE WEEKLY
Maggie The Unreluctant Mistress And Her Husband Peter — Making Cookies
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK DUB-CON STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
Don’t Know the Story of Maggie and Peter? Check out their first session here:
“Maggie, I mean, Mistress M. May I ask some questions before you lock my wrists over my head?”
“Yes, Slave, you may ask.”
“Mistress M, are you going to allow Joe to just walk in again during my session?”
“Absolutely not, Slave. Joe is in Pittsburgh, visiting his son for the week. Remember? I’ve been feeding Gandalf the Gold.”
“Gandalf the who?”
{Smack!}
“It’s Mistress M! And Gandalf the Gold is his goldfish, Slave.”
“Sorry Mistress M.”
“What were your other questions? Slave?”
“You know, Mag… Mistress M. You don’t need to keep calling me slave so much.”
“Sorry Dick Weed. What were your other questions?”
“Mistress M. Once I’m helpless, you promise to not leave me alone this time?”
“That’s it, Tiny Dick? Sure! I can do that. Give me your wrists, asshole.”
“Also, privacy Mistress M. Can our games be private?”
“That’s why all the curtains are closed, you big ass baby.”
“I do want to add, Mistress M. that you’re looking extra hot in your leather today.”
“I am extra hot. This stuff doesn’t breathe like my polyester does. Maybe I need to go crotch-less or something? Maybe go with ass-less chaps?”
“Mistress M. I meant how you look. You look really hot.”
“Are you trying to piss me off, ass wipe? Because you’re already on my ToDo list to punish you extra hard. Right between making cookies for the bake sale and doing our bedding.”
Using the pulley system Peter put in the middle of their front room, his hands are quickly locked and pulled straight up, until he’s on his toes.
“Oh God! Mistress M! My cock is so fucking hard for you right now!”
“Idiot! You’re naked. Don’t you think I can see Blinky bouncing up and down?”
{Ding!} {Buzzzzz!}
“Maggie! Don’t…”
“Hi! Nancy! So glad you have time to help me out. Timer on the cookies just went off and Peter needs his ass spooned.”
Nancy asks, “Spooned?”
“Well, actually, spanked, but I need the spatula for the cookies. All I have left is this really big spoon.”
Peter closes his eyes and pretends this isn’t happening…
“So, Maggie? You want me to take care of the cookies then?”
“Thanks, but no. I have a system in there that’s too hard to explain. Could you just stay in here and beat Peter’s ass with this spoon until I’m back. The big baby is afraid to be left alone. I only have like six dozen to take care of.”
“For you Maggie, anything. By the way, your ass looks fantastic in that tight leather.”
“Why thank you Nancy, you’re always so nice. Now don’t hold back when you’re beating his helpless ass, he’s been real naughty.”
“Mag… Mistress M. Please don’t leave me with Nancy. Please!”
“And let my cookies burn? Are you crazy? We really need to work on your priorities, cock sucker.”
Maggie skips into her kitchen, leaving Nancy alone with Peter.
Nancy asks with a curious look, “Cock sucker?”
“No! I asked her to stop calling me slave, so now she’s calling me everything but slave.”
{Smack!} “Fuck!”
“It’s Mistress Nancy, ass lick.”
“Listen, Nancy. You really don’t need to do this.”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} “Ohhh!”
“And let her cookies burn? Have you no humanity, Peter Peter bumpkin eater?”
“Stop it with the name calling!”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} “Dammit!”
Nancy pinches his nipples while asking, “Peter? Have you always had three nipples?”
“Fuck! Ouch! Leave them alone!”
Maggie skips back in, “Nancy, taste this. It’s not frosted yet, but want to make sure it’s good.”
“Speaking of frosting while looking at your husbands pre-cum, I’d say he’s about to frost your flooring.”
“Peter, I swear, if you cum on my freshly waxed flooring, you’ll be licking it all up.”
“Wait! Mistress M? Where did you get that? I never said I wanted that?”
“It’s what all good Mistresses do when their slaves make a mess.”
“No, no it’s not, Mistress M.”
“I beg to disagree Peter, because that’s what they did on those web-pages you were browsing.”
Peter’s head drops downward as Nancy giggles.
“But, Mistress M. I really don’t want to lick up my own cum.”
“Do you want to lick up Bruce’s cum? He’s mowing his lawn in those extra short cutoffs. Want me to go get him? By the size of his bulge, I’m sure he’s ready to unload.”
“NO! I’m sorry, no, Mistress M. I don’t want to lick up any cum.”
“The answer is pretty simple. Just don’t cum on my freshly waxed flooring.”
{Buzzzzz!}
“Next batch! Gotta go! Oh, Nancy, you missed some spots.”
“Thanks Maggie!”
{Smack!} “Fuck!” {Smack!} “Dammit!” {Smack!} “Ohhh!”
“NANCY! Don’t touch my cock!”
Stroking it slowly the full length, “Why?”
“Bitch! You know why… oh, god! Stop!”
“You mean like how you stopped making fun of my drawings when we played Pictionary?”
“That was… ohhh… fuuuuck… three years ago!”
“When I asked you to stop, did you?”
“No, because that one picture was for sure a big dick!”
“True, because I was drawing you! Are your balls sensitive, drippy?”
“Please, please, please! Nancy! Please!”
Stroking both his shaft and balls, “Why is half your pubic hair missing?”
“None of your business! I’m sorry, stop stroking me! Please, please, please, don’t make me… FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
“Maggie! Peter made a mess on your freshly cleaned and waxed flooring!”
“I will so get you, Nancy! I swear to God!”
“All done!” says Maggie as she returns to find Peter’s cum splattered far and wide.
“PETER! What did you do? Bad Peter, Naughty Peter!”
Swinging fast her freshly emptied cookie sheet at his already fully red ass!
{Whoosh SMACK!}
“Mistress M! That’s hot!”
{Whoosh SMACK!}
“Watching you squirm is hot.”
{Whoosh SMACK!}
“No! The cookie sheet! It’s burning my ass!”
{Whoosh SMACK!}
“Calm down! Stop worrying! That’s why I have on the oven mitt. So I don’t burn my hand, stupid!”
“Mistress M? Can we please go back to you calling me slave?”
Nancy comments, “What a difficult slave you have here, Maggie.”
Sticking her still covered with hot cum fingers into Peter’s open mouth, “Enjoy your treat, Peter.”
Gagging on this tiniest bit of his semen, “I will get you, Nancy. Mark my words.”
“Whatever… slave.” Says Nancy as she heads towards the door. “Need anything else, Maggie, just give me a call.”
“Thanks Nancy! And thanks for babysitting Peter.”
“Mistress M. I can explain about the cum.”
“You mean the cum you’re going to lick up, slave?”
“No, I mean, yes, I…”
“Hold on, I forgot set my Soap to record!”
“MAGGIE! WAI… MMMFFFGGHH!”
{SMACK!}
“It’s Mistress M. and for that, you can hang here all night for all I care. Hope you like the new gag I got you… slave.”
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