karnelman
Seeker of Sanity
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- May 23, 2004
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(Closed for sexy_curves and me)
Robert Davidison was a man that seemed to have been born driving ambitions. At 35 he was the head of a very successful company. But it was not entirely on his talents that he was so successful. While the 6’2”, blond haired, blue eyed business was indeed talented and hard working he had always known that connections where often more important than skill and hard work. That is why he had married Susan Stevens. Her family was old money and very influential in the town where his company was headquarter. It didn’t hurt that she was pretty and made a good arm accessory at business functions.
The only drawback for Rob was that Suzy was about as vanilla as they came in the bedroom. To her sex was a chore required to keep her husband’s balls from turning blue and a way to make babies. She had had her tubes tied after their third little darling was born so the oven was out of service. Their marriage had quickly declined into one of pure convenience. They needed each other as social event partners; he needed her family’s connections and their children needed two parents. Moving into separate bedrooms pretty much meant that Rob was barely getting a weekly fuck to drain his balls anymore.
Robert like many successful businessmen is a natural Dom. Before Susan, he had lived the lifestyle. He gave up a trio of delicious subs just weeks before the wedding. His attempts to nudge Suzy into the slightest BDSM activities had been disastrous. On a couple of occasions he had introduced a bit of bandaged in the bedroom and she freaked out on him. Though he had managed with a great deal of effort to give her the occasional orgasm she generally preferred to lay on her back and let him do his business as she called it and not be an active participant in sex. On the day she moved into her own bedroom she handed him the keys to the candy store.
“Got a deal for you babe,” She said casually. “You can fuck whoever you want without recrimination; provided you keep it secret and you stay out of my bedroom. But if you are at all indiscrete I will take your balls in court.”
That was six months ago and Rob had fucked his share of bimbos in the meantime. But his long repressed needs of possessing and dominating were as yet still unfulfilled. He had decided he needed a sex slave. He could certainly afford to keep one. Now it was just a matter of finding the right girl that would be his loyal pet and able to keep it secret. He had already bought a condo downtown near his office to house his new pet in when he found her.
Robert Davidison was a man that seemed to have been born driving ambitions. At 35 he was the head of a very successful company. But it was not entirely on his talents that he was so successful. While the 6’2”, blond haired, blue eyed business was indeed talented and hard working he had always known that connections where often more important than skill and hard work. That is why he had married Susan Stevens. Her family was old money and very influential in the town where his company was headquarter. It didn’t hurt that she was pretty and made a good arm accessory at business functions.
The only drawback for Rob was that Suzy was about as vanilla as they came in the bedroom. To her sex was a chore required to keep her husband’s balls from turning blue and a way to make babies. She had had her tubes tied after their third little darling was born so the oven was out of service. Their marriage had quickly declined into one of pure convenience. They needed each other as social event partners; he needed her family’s connections and their children needed two parents. Moving into separate bedrooms pretty much meant that Rob was barely getting a weekly fuck to drain his balls anymore.
Robert like many successful businessmen is a natural Dom. Before Susan, he had lived the lifestyle. He gave up a trio of delicious subs just weeks before the wedding. His attempts to nudge Suzy into the slightest BDSM activities had been disastrous. On a couple of occasions he had introduced a bit of bandaged in the bedroom and she freaked out on him. Though he had managed with a great deal of effort to give her the occasional orgasm she generally preferred to lay on her back and let him do his business as she called it and not be an active participant in sex. On the day she moved into her own bedroom she handed him the keys to the candy store.
“Got a deal for you babe,” She said casually. “You can fuck whoever you want without recrimination; provided you keep it secret and you stay out of my bedroom. But if you are at all indiscrete I will take your balls in court.”
That was six months ago and Rob had fucked his share of bimbos in the meantime. But his long repressed needs of possessing and dominating were as yet still unfulfilled. He had decided he needed a sex slave. He could certainly afford to keep one. Now it was just a matter of finding the right girl that would be his loyal pet and able to keep it secret. He had already bought a condo downtown near his office to house his new pet in when he found her.