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Opis ebooka Earning My Pleasure - Ella Louise

I hope you've been following along, dear reader, because things are really heating up now.After being ordered to by my Dom, I invited my work friend home for the evening for a little bit of group play. I was so excited to be a part of her very first introduction to a kinky lifestyle. With all the ropes, toys, and broken boundaries, it turned out to be a menage none of us will soon forget.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~C followed me back to my house after work, so she would have her car in case she wanted to go home. C is more of a “fluffy pink cardigan” kind of girl than a “BDSM whips and chains” person, but there was no denying the way her face lit up with a daring sort of mischievousness when she heard about my crazy sex life. And when He had ordered both of us to show up so He could introduce her to the lifestyle… Well. I wouldn’t be surprised if C starts swapping out her fuzzy sweaters for a latex bodysuit on her days off. She really surprised me tonight.But I’m getting ahead of myself. The C I arrived home with was still the shy, giggly secretary who I always assumed was a prude. I thought she’d last five minutes after meeting Him and decide she never wanted to speak with me again.

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Earning My Pleasure

BDSM Menage Confession Erotica

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

Dear Journal,

Wow. Tonight was… interesting. I’d use a better word than “interesting,” but my brain still isn’t working correctly. I’ll try to describe everything that happened in as much detail as possible.

For anyone who hasn’t been following my journal entries as I’ve been publishing them, I should give you some background. I’m 32, female, and in a relationship (for lack of a better word) based on domination and submission in various forms. My Dom will remain nameless in this journal, and everyone else is identified only with an initial for obvious privacy reasons.

Today at work, as I described in my previous diary entry, I got several surprises from my Dom. I’d been locked into a chastity belt after days of teasing and edging, and I was still not permitted to cum. My orgasm belongs to Him. I was so horny and distracted at work, I wasn’t able to focus, so I begged Him for permission to cum tonight. He agreed…. On one condition. I had to ask permission to cum from my work friend, C, who I’ve never talked to about any of this.

Very long story short, I was chained up in a chastity belt, horny out of my mind, and too desperate to make good decisions. So I sent a text message that has had some pretty intense consequences. I asked her permission to cum, as I had been ordered to do, and somehow we both ended up going back to my house after work, on the orders of my Dom, to push some boundaries we didn’t even know we had.

And somehow, after all that, I still have to stay focused enough to write it all down before I forget it. I promised Him I would keep writing and publishing my journal. I think He likes the idea of total strangers reading about our sex life and touching themselves, getting off over and over again reading about how I’m not allowed to, while my poor pussy is still locked up under His control.

C followed me back to my house after work, so she would have her car in case she wanted to go home. C is more of a “fluffy pink cardigan” kind of girl than a “BDSM whips and chains” person, but there was no denying the way her face lit up with a daring sort of mischievousness when she heard about my crazy sex life. And when He had ordered both of us to show up so He could introduce her to the lifestyle…. Well. I wouldn’t be surprised if C starts swapping out her fuzzy sweaters for a latex bodysuit on her days off. She really surprised me tonight.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. The C I arrived home with was still the shy, giggly secretary who I always assumed was a prude. I thought she’d last five minutes after meeting Him and decide she never wanted to speak with me again.

My stomach was a knot of several strong feelings – nervousness, fear of what He has planned for us, a small sliver of jealousy that He wouldn’t be all mine tonight, and a powerful, overwhelming, inescapable fire of excitement. I had been teased, edged, and denied so many times by that point, I would have done pretty much anything to be allowed to cum.

We pulled up to my house, and I was relieved to see His car already in my driveway. I wouldn’t have to sit around with C and make the most awkward small talk in the world while we waited for Him. I knew with Him there, I would soon be following orders instead of worrying about what C must think of me.

He wasn’t in His car, so I figured He had already let Himself into my house. He has a key, because He often likes me to be waiting for Him in bed, already naked, just how He likes me.

I smiled to myself, wondering what would happen if He ordered C to strip like He often does to me. Would she be horrified? Offended? In a vaguely superior way, I was pleased I’d get to show her the ropes, teach her how it’s done. How He likes things to be done.

I let her into my house. He had evidently been waiting for us on my living room couch, because He stood and greeted us as soon as we walked in the door. He did the introduction, which I was thankful for. I’m not sure I could have forced words out of my mouth. How was I supposed to introduce the man who ties me up and fucks me to an acquaintance I’ve never shared more than polite small talk with? I was completely out of my depth, and so very grateful He was naturally inclined to take over.

Introductions made, He wasted no time getting down to the business at hand.

He stepped close to me, His eyes burning into mine with a look that would have made my panties fall off, if I had been wearing any. Not even the most seductive of glances could have unlocked the metal chastity belt, unfortunately. The only solution to that particular problem was the key I assumed He had on Him.