Page 57 of Release Me

“Okay, come down off the bed carefully. You’re going to feel a lot of pressure inside of you, being as completely stuffed as you are. Okay, last item. Use my shoulders to brace yourself.”

He crouches down in front of me, holding the underwear out for me to step into. When both feet are in, he drags the lacy fabric up my legs.

“Pull your dress up for me, so I can see what I’m doing.”

Fisting the silky fabric at the top of the slit, I pull it off to the side allowing Richard full access to me. I watch as he arranges the lace so the bullet sized vibrator is resting directly against my clit.

“I will have complete control over these toys while we’re at dinner this evening. Using the app on my phone, I can adjust the speed and intensity of each one.”

My eyes grow wide, already knowing where this is headed.

“We’re going to play while we’re at dinner. If you do a good job and stay nice and quiet the whole time, I have an exciting and pleasure-filled reward planned afterward. If not, however, then its straight home, and into the dungeon.”

I’m already close to drooling, and we haven’t even begun to play yet.

“Let’s test these out, shall we?” He pulls his phone from his pocket and unlocks it.

He pulls up the app and his devious stare flits to mine. He presses the first button and the vibrator against my clit roars to life.

“Ahhh—” I moan.

“I’d control yourself better than that in the restaurant, Brynn. This is only the lowest setting.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s very sensitive down there, as filled up as I am.”

“I understand.”

He turns the clit vibe off and presses another button. This time the butt plug purrs to life.

“That vibrates, too?” I squeal.

The butt plug isn’t nearly as strong as the clit vibe, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s wreaking enough havoc as is. When it stops, immediately the one in my pussy wakes up. This one is more of a dull pleasure than the zinger against my clit. I can handle this one and the butt plug. Maybe not if they’re both on together, but the clit vibe both excites and terrifies me at the same time.

Suddenly, my knees give out and I grab onto Richard to keep myself from hitting the ground. Fuck me, he’s started all three of them.

“Red! Red!” I shout and everything turns off immediately.

He helps me stand upright before speaking.

“I got a little carried away. I’ll save all three of them for when you’re sitting down.”

My eyes go wide in fear, but he laughs it off and tells me he’s just kidding. I have a feeling he’s not, though.

“Ready to go?” he inquires.

I’m certainly ready forsomething,but leaving the house and having to control my orgasms isn’t fucking it.

ChapterTwenty-Two

RICHARD

Brynn looks absolutely breathtakingthis evening.

Her dress, barely holding on to her tits. The slit, that extends all the way up to the top of her thigh, nearly caused me pain when I first laid eyes on her in the hallway. I had to fight to control my urge to take her right there over the bannister, not caring who could have seen us.

Besides, Mr. and Mrs. G know what I’m into. It’s why I hired them. They’ve lived the BDSM life for their entire marriage, over fifty years. I met them through my Domme, as they were regulars at the same club we frequented. When Mr. G got laid off from his job, I asked them to come work for me, knowing they have respect for discretion.

Anyway, back to Brynn.

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