She had no idea the scale and scope of his basement play space. He didn’t talk it up at the bar, he was subtle.
She was so achey, denying herself for months out of pandemic boredom before meeting someone online. Somehow he knew, he could smell it.
For hours he walks around her, scrolling through her blog on his phone, rubbing his throbbing crotch, touching her hair, smelling her neck, slowly undressing her.
“Hmmm. So lots of CNC and butt stuff on here. Gross.” He starts to cut off her jeans, stopping half way to hike up her thong, and give her a few little spanks.
“Let’s see that cute ass.” He takes photos on his phone and smirks.
“Can I send these to my friends?”
She groans in displeasure and gives him a stink eye.
He walks over towards her, pulls her thong to the side and uses one hole for lube to stuff his fingers in the other. He grabs her throat and applies pressure. Looking her in the eyes..
“Slut likes it when ‘new daddy’s’ friends get to see how good she is. Don’t you, slut?”
She groans and nods, wide eyed, squirming.
His fingers start to move, deeper.
“Good little toy. New things are fun, aren’t they? New rules, new daddy, new hole. Understand?”
Dripping and shaking she groans again and nods.
“I can be sadistic, or I can be nice. This is your last decision. Do you want to be my anal only princess? Or… do you want to be my experimental basement gimp..?”
He takes out his fingers and smacks her ass hard.
“I’m going to get some inflatables to keep you company overnight. I need an answer in the morning.”
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