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Punishment or Reward? WHORE RED LIPSTICKIts 11:47 am and I’m sitting at my desk, wondering what you’re doing, and thinking. Are you day dreaming about me as I am of you? Am I day dreaming lol, no, I’m planning in my head our date night. -wicked smile-I text you that I’m thinking of you. That I’m staring at your picture, you know the one. Your sitting there with your head titled slightly to the side and your smiling, hairs little disheveled. You dont like that pic but I do. I see nothing but pure happiness in your eyes and smile. I smile looking at it as tonight I plan on rewarding you for the pure happiness you give me.My last text mentions not being late. Daddy doesn’t mind usually but tonight, you notice a tone in my message. Your spine straightens up and hairs on back of your neck prickle as you read. As you have left for work before me, I had time to lay out your evening’s attire. You’re to come home straight from work. I’ll leave details you will follow on the counter.You get home and it’s still light outside, love day lights savings time lol. You notice a gentleman standing, apparently waiting at the door. He says he’s to wait for the lady of the house to invite him in. You walk in looking perplexed. Setting your purse down and taking your shoes off you grab some water out of the fridge and pick up the note on the counter right next to the bouquet of iris’s I picked up that morning and place out for you. As you smile you begin reading the details you will follow…1. You’re to let the young gentleman who was outside our door when you came home, who is patiently waiting for you to read this note, inside. Politely offer him some water. He will decline but your polite gesture will make him smile. While he begins his set up, you are to go to our room, undress and take a hot shower. Not quick but nay a long one either. When you come back out in your new oversized furry white terry clothed robe that I laid out before I left for work, he will have assembled his massage table, set out his oils and have warmed his hands in preparation for your sensual massage. Small gift to show my appreciation for you in my life. He lays you on your back, helps your arms out of the sleeves, leaving the robe laying on you. You feel the heat from the heater. All comfort setting to put you in a relaxed state of mind. He begins with your calves, pulling the robe up, palms against the muscles, working any stress out. Lengthwise he works your skin soft but firmly. You’re listening to ocean waves and water falls on the headset he gave you so you don’t hear when I call him. He tells me it’s going just fine, you’re relaxing and he should be done with you in about another 45 minutes. I thank him again and tell him I’ve wired him his payment. We hang up as he begins working on your arms, lifting them up your beautiful buoyant breasts flow out onto the table from under you. You grin thinking yes this is where he begins to seduce you as I have planned. You feel a slight moisture grow between your warm thighs waiting for his hand to either just slip “accidently” or is he just gonna take you without any pretext or permission. His strong hands run up the length of your right arm. He’s working his thick fingers along the under part of your forearm. You wonder if he’s thick elsewhere as well. Massaging between your fingers, each one you smile, you needed this. He leans across your back to reach the oil and as he does, the bottom of his shirt rides up, he doesn’t have a movie star six pack but what you feel against your back is definitely not a keg belly. And oh damnnnn, against your right bare butt cheek, you are facing opposite direction but you know that kinda lump pressed against you anywhere. Yeah, you giggle to yourself, wondering where I hid the video camera, you’re gonna watch this homemade porn movie before I come home. He works the back of the robe down to your waist to work on your left arm. As he repeats the moves on this arm you feel the “kraken” in its net pressed against your left bare butt cheek. You giggle inside at your cheesy description but you don’t care, it was cute. As he begins your back, he climbs up on the table, and straddles the back of your thighs working the s mall of your waist. Sensual massage be damned, he’s working the knots out from when you went hiking 6 months ago. By now, the towel s barely on you, it’s not covering; it’s just laying kaçak casino in you like an unbuckled belt. He leans forward to work your shoulders and scapula, neck turning as never felt so good. Feels like you could fall asleep……your eyes shoot wide open, it’s there….pressed right against your ass, as he’s “rowing” his arms working your upper back, this hot slab is like a hot water bottle just laying on you. You’re not giggling anymore. Thinking almost out loud, fuck his damn video, I’m gonna jump this guy any minute. Just as your bout to make a bold move, he jumps off the table, comes around and stands before you, just before he says something you decide fuck it, now or never, it’s what my man wants hehehe. You scoot up on your arms, your tits just roll out forward, and glass cutting nipples meet his gaze. You ask him if this is the part in the video where you offer him h is tip. He slightly chuckles and says no ma’am, this is the part where you get up and go take another quick shower to wash off the oils while he pack up and leaves. As you stand and pull robe back on covering up he hands you a note and tells you he apologizes if you mistook his amused chuckle to be directed at you. He explains, the man who hired him described everything that happened perfectly, your reactions to his teasing, you trying to sneak looks for a video camera, to you expecting to act out a porn scene involving a tip. He says your beautiful and if he wasn’t gay, he would have taken the tip regardless if he was hired or not and that your man is a veryyyyy lucky man. You smile and thank him. You go shower while he cleans up and by the time you come out he has left.Feeling relaxed and fresh from your shower, thinking to yourself, you’ll get me back lol. You lounge on the couch reading the next detail you will do. 2. Your to go put on the outfit iv laid out for you, do your hair as I have requested, your make up exactly is I described. You make your way to the bed, mmmmm it’s a black night you whisper. You put on the sheer black thigh highs with the black lines that go along the back and meet with matching bows which end just below each ass cheek. You look but don’t see any bras or panties. Forgotten? You laugh to yourself, yeah right, like he forgets anything, what is it he says, 87% lol. You see the long black skirt, neither light nor heavy material, would describe it as cotton cloth with silver trim and shimmery patterns imbedding in the stitching. You sit at your vanity table and look at the detail note. It reads lipstick……whore red lipstick. That’s it. The rest of the card is blank, just WHORE RED LIPSTICK. You open the cabinet in your vanity table; you take the key in the drawer and unlock the little box, and pull out the small case holding what looks like a silver bullet. You smile, reading the inscription on the side “To Slay the b**st”. You decide to wait till you’re fully dressed. You laugh thinking no panties and no bra but fully dressed lol. You look at the top; it’s your favorite Shaw, black sheer and see thru. You read the details for it; you’re to wait till I get home to help you finish getting dressed. Suddenly you hear my voice from behind you. You didn’t follow the makeup detail note. You jerk slightly then realize it’s me. You come up to kiss me but I stop you with one finger. I brush your hair to the side; I gently but firmly grip your chin, looking at you with love and slight disappointment. You see it in my smile. Eyes down you say sorry daddy. I kiss your forehead, my hand glides down to your throat. I hold it there, not tight, not firm. Just resting, formed lightly over your throat. You smell my cologne on my wrist, you want to melt into me, your hands wrap around my arm and I lead you by your throat to the vanity table. You sit and slowly apply the lipstick. Your meticulous with your strokes, this lipstick demands this type of discipline w hen applied, as equally the respect it commands. You blot your lips twice. You look up at me. I extend my right forefinger to your chin, lifting you up and I kiss your lips lightly as to not smear your masterpiece, I lean forward to your ear and I whisper, perfect. I draw you to the center of our bedroom; you extend your arms out. You now know how I’m going to dress you. I take the wrist straps and lovingly attach to each of your wrists. I take out the PVC pipe stand with the attached pulley canlı poker oyna atop of it. As I pull on the cord, your arms go up and extend without any effort from you. I run my hands along your sides. I love every curve, dimple, mark, scar, ounce of you. I pull out of our locked treasure chest black horse haired rope. In front of you, you see me unravel it, and I give it a good THWACK!!! You smirk and get that feeling again, hairs on the back of your neck tingling. The hot moistness creeping between your thighs. You smile big when you see it’s not for whipping, but binding, I skipped work one day a week for past 3 months. Took a rope play Kinbaku-bi/Shibari class. I kiss your neck softly as I create art across your both with the soft rope. I soaked it in oil, dried in low heat, softened with love for this very night. I want you to feel constricted, bonded, gripped, and loved as you move throughout the night. When the pattern is complete, it wraps around perfectly bracing your breasts as any bra could, crossing your back, engraved along your waist. Your posture is perfect; it’s as if you’re wearing a roped corset. Your nipples poking thru, very visible. I take your black lipstick and I color in our nipples. Then I release you from the pulley and straps. I put it all away, and then I waif the sheer black Shaw in the air and as it floats down slowly I place you under it. It lays on you softly. There, now were ready to go out. You grab the black boots cause, well, they go with anywhere we go lol. I grab the keys, we walk arm I n arm to the truck and were off into the night.We’re off to drinks and dinner on the pier. We meet up with good friends and were getting compliments left and right on the roping and on the rest of your outfit. You’re getting the lions share tho 😉 suddenly at the bar we hear, and quite loudly “WHORE”!!! We all look across the bar and this very elegant looking, sharply dressed woman, looking like a fashion editor is addressing you, she doesn’t even acknowledge us. She’s wearing an all white ensemble, white slack, white heels, and a white blazer with nothing underneath. Her large yet semi sheer white scarf reverse d****s over her shoulders, low end hung over her cleavage, is all that separates her nipples and the room. She walks right up to you, staring you in eye and says again but not as out loud as before “WHORE…..RED. ….LIPSTICK” she air kisses your cheeks, and says, well done girl as she walks off to the exit. I guess she approved honey lol. We go back to our friends an drinks waiting for our dinner reservation, my hand on the small of your back, being affectionate, and making sure the knot is still tight. I ask the maitre’d how much longer he says not more than 1min. I take out my cell; I tap it few times, put it back in my coat pocket. I drink my last swallow, bum his last cigarette, ask him for a light….oops, distracted by Kenny Rogers The Gambler song in my head lol. Come on, it’s me; you know I have to joke sometimes, wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. So I drink my last swallow, I take your hand in mine and ask you’re for the favor of dance. You smile and say you’d love to but there’s no music….and on cue, Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls plays on my cell. You smile and we dance slowly. Finishing just as the maitre’d says our table is ready.Dinner was wonderful, were full but stuffed. Just right. 🙂 As we leave the restaurant we take an Uber to our next stop. You smile as it’s a theater; the theme is Erotic le Saveur. As we walk around mingling the lights blink 3 times. Were to take our seats as the show is about to begin. We sit with friends of mind I introduced to you when we arrived at the theater. The show is slight burlesque, sideshow and dark art. Near the end the narrator of the show announces as a treat he has invited some exceptional students from his recent rope classes to show off their work. Your eyes widen as I extend my hand to you. Babygirl, this is your debut. You nervously stand and I stop you before we go on stage. I reach in coat, take a handkerchief and I wipe the black lipstick from your nipples. I pinch them roughly, and then I connect our nipple clamps with the chain. I then fasten your collar, which also connects to your nipple clamps chain. I remove your sheer Shaw and lead you on stage, and under the main lights I present you to all. Parading you around, the compliments are more canlı bahis than abundant, you’re beautiful, the rope design. After show all are welcomed in the main parlor for drinks and up lose viewing of the rope work. Your slowly becoming comfortable even perhaps turned on by all the fuss everyone is making over you; The tugging on the rope, pulling of the knots, and slight twisting of the nipples. You’re all smiles and stifled moans. Suddenly that woman from the bar appears. She looks at me and I nod. She takes your leash and parades you around. Everyone is silent. She stops you in front of the narrator, my rope instructor and as it turns out, her husband. She faintly says something to him, then they both say it faintly, then it’s faintly said around the room. The chant gets louder and louder till everyone is yelling, WHORE….RED….LIPSTICK. She kisses you and smiles. She whispers in your ear, she designed and named that lipstick, and it looks absolutely amazing on you.After dancing and much revelry, we go in the room, I unceremoniously unravel you, you kiss me and tell me tonight was so wonderful. But you’re so happy to be unraveled finally and you begin to scratch everywhere the rope was lol. It’s late and most have left. It’s very warm and now that you’ve been freed lol you just wanna wear the Shaw home. I say that’s fine and grin. You look at me quizzically. As we Uber from the theater you forget our truck is at the restaurant. Blushingly crossing your arms over your barely concealable breast, we hand the valet guys our keys. They smile checking you out as they say it won’t take long as everyone’s mostly gone. It’s warm which is lucky for you as you lean behind the valet key stand as we wait. You close your eyes as you feel me behind you. You smile as I kiss your neck. You feel me reach around and pull your arms away and I place your hands on the edge of the key stand. You stammer “da da daddy???” I lean to your ear an say “babygirl didn’t do as the detail said earlier. DON’T MOVE. You shiver as you realize, you forgot about not putting on the lipstick as the detail said. You thought daddy forgot during the night’s festivities. You see the valet guys watching quietly, intently. You catch your breath as I lift up your long skirt and bunch it around your waist. I place your collar around your neck. You cream at being collared in front of the valets. I reach around and obscenely pull your tits out for them see. I lean down and bite your ear telling you to keep your eyes open, look at the valet guys, don’t look away. They all move closer. All 5 of them. You can see the sinful looks in their eyes. Primal, lustful, wanting. It’s quiet, yet you can’t hear. The blood rushing in your ears is deafening. Then, as you grip the key stand you feel my bare cock pressed against your thighs, I slowly rock side to side so you can feel the heat from the blood rushing thru it. I lean fwd and down so the tip runs along the lips of your pussy. I draw back and push fwd again except I go up and inside past your lips, slow and then I stop. I let my cock just rest there. You can feel my pulse on the edges of your pussy. You can hear your own as the blood still fills your ears. I slowly start to saw to and fro, gripping your hips tightly, and my knuckles white from holding you so tightly. Suddenly your 1st orgasm rails thru you and the blood rush in your ears is gone and is replaced by the valet guys watching, their low guttural, vulgar, dirty moaning, the vile words coming t of their mouths. Suddenly you realize….they’re all watching quietly. All the noises, dirty words….are coming from you. Babygirl needs daddy, take you, and violate you, your daddy’s cumdump princess. Show you off; let them hear you, see you slutty. You crave it. Daddy’s Babygirl, tell daddy, tell meeeeeeeeeeee…I love you Babygirl, as I cum deep inside you, filling your cumpocket. You look at the valet guys, you’re drooling and motionless. I hold you up. The lead valet guy is only one who moves, he hands me our keys and a valet company jacket for you. I click the key and boop boop, the trucks been 2 spaces away all this time. I hand the lead valet an envelope, he hands me a bag. We go home. I tuck you in. its 4am, will give you a bath when you wake. While we take a bath, I’ll tell you how I set it all up with the valet to punish you for not following the detail. They were never gonna join in, just to look it. They never parked our truck far away, it was by all night. They recorded your loving violation and gave me the tape so you can watch over and over to your heart’s content.Sleep good Babygirl.

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