I've already written two stories about this extraordinary woman. A forty-something blonde who, after 10 years of sexual deprivation from her husband, had decided to leave him and recreate a wild youth. She had awakened the dominant in me who didn't know he had it, and during the year I spent with her, I had given free rein to my imagination. Her enormous breasts and her ample rump had tasted my whip several times, and we had reached a point where I had to innovate. She welcomed my suggestions with childlike enthusiasm, always with a smile on her lips and wonder-filled eyes. And she sucked me divinely to thank me. Of all the women I've known, she is in my top 3 best cocksuckers: inventive, diligent, tireless; and she loved the taste of my sperm. We had agreed to meet again at 2:00 p.m. for a Ds session one Sunday at her place. She lived in a village house near some land I owned, and I used to go up there regularly to maintain it. A good alibi for my wife! On the ground floor, there was a huge garage and a studio that she rented from time to time; she also used it as a workshop for her scrapbooking passion. I called her the previous Friday to arrange the meeting. She told me to go to the garage door; her daughters would be upstairs, and we wouldn't be able to go into her room. "Call me when you arrive; I'll come open the metal shutter, and we'll go into the studio. I'll tell my daughters not to disturb me. " "Okay, that works. I'd like you to get ready to welcome me first. " "Oh, really?" she giggled. "How? " "Fishnet stockings, your black push-up bustier, and your stiletto heels for clothes. Just that. Oh, yeah, I also want you to get your pussy and ass ready." - …. - At 11:00, you will put a plug in each orifice to prepare them properly. I want you to keep them until I arrive. - Fine, sir. Should I cook for my daughters and share their meal like this? - As for the clothes, you can put them on before I arrive. Otherwise, your daughters will be asking questions. You will also take out all the utensils I entrusted to you. - Fine, sir. Thank you, sir. See you Sunday, I can't wait. She laughs her cheeky laugh, the one who's done something silly. I loved it when she spontaneously switched to this term "Sir," naturally understanding that the roles and moods had changed and that the game had begun. Sunday, appointed time. Alibi obliges, I am dressed like a farm worker with my big boots, my work overalls. I arrive in front of the metal shutter, I call her. - Hello, sir? - I've arrived. - I'll let you in, she whispers.20 seconds later, the curtain rises, she's moved to the side so we can't see her. An unnecessary precaution—the streets of this village are deserted on Sunday afternoons—but one I understand. I enter the garage and the curtain comes down. She signals for me to follow her into the adjoining studio, excited as a flea. I see her big ass jiggle and it excites me. I double-lock the studio door and turn around. She's leaning against the back wall by the window and grinning at me. Her bustier barely contains her enormous breasts. I move closer. She curls up against me and eats my tongue. With her stilettos, she's almost as tall as my 184 cm. She sways and pierces me with her hot brown eyes like embers. It's one of the only times in my life I've felt fire in a gaze. She takes my left hand and presses it against her asshole. I feel the purple silicone plug. Then she spreads her thighs slightly and places my hand on her pussy. The metallic rosebud refreshes me. She giggles. - Have I been obedient? - Pardon? - Have I been obedient, Sir? She's catching on faster and faster, it's a pleasure. - Yes, I'm going to reward you well. Keep your shoes on and everything else, walk a little ahead of me. She waddles into the main room, alluring and provocative. Her obese woman's curves jiggle, she's very desirable, she exudes such ass. She knows how to enhance her body. After several trips back and forth in the room, I tell her to stop in front of the window, looking outward, and not to move. I'm behind her, she can't see me anymore. I look at the utensils on the bed, everything is there: flogger, riding crop, paddle, handcuffs, ropes, gag, eye mask, dildos, and my surprise in my backpack. I grab a few utensils and press myself against her. She feels my erection and pushes her ass towards my cock. - Stop that right now. - Sorry, sir. - Today, you have no will or initiative. I decide everything I want to do to you. - Fine, sir. Just don't make me scream too much, my girls are on top. - No risk. I take the gag and present it in front of her mouth. It's the first time I've used it with her, she gives a start of surprise but opens her mouth wide. I wedge it between her teeth and fasten it with the strap behind her neck. Now for the eye mask, she's familiar with that. Once it's on, she naturally lowers her head to the left. This simple piece of fabric has sent her back into her submissive status. I find this gesture adorable and touching. I tell her to spread her legs, and she obediently complies.I return to the bed and put the handcuffs on her, hands behind her back. Then a rope, which I pass through the eyelet of the handcuffs, and over the curtain rod. I pull gently, her arms rise to follow the movement. I don't pull too hard because the position is painful, arms tied and stretched back. I pass the end between her thighs so that it presses on her vaginal lips then between her buttocks, spreading them, another turn above the rod and stop knot. I don't tighten too much, the goal is not to make her tear the rod. This position has forced her to bend down a little, accentuating her submissive position. I turn back to the bed and take the flogger. She likes the stinging sensation of the straps on her buttocks. I caress her with the straps, flattering her breasts, her neck, her ass. She blows loudly through her nose, eagerly awaiting the bite of the straps that she knows is coming. I begin to give her small, light strokes, just a flick of the wrist. She grunts. With my left hand, I grab the straps and aim for her left buttock. I release the straps with a stronger backhand of my right hand with the handle, the welts glowing a milky white on her ass. She squirms and moans. I give her several blows, increasingly stinging. Her ass has taken on a lovely shade of red. I don't forget the inner thighs, a painful area; but I go easier; we're only just getting started. I drop the whip and take the cane. I move her away from the wall a little to have easier access to her breasts. I pull them out of the bustier; they hang heavily on her chest. I tap her nipples with the cane, she writhes and moans. I untie the rope then guide her to the bed where I lay her on her back. I put the handcuffs in front and tie them with the rope at the feet of the headboard. Her gaze is overheated, I see that her pussy is wet, the plug is all da ...

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