Truth Or Dare Leads To Hard Fucking

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“Red! Fucking red, you cunt!” she cried.I stopped the paddle mid-swing but did not move. I leant in close to her ear and whispered, “Positive?”-0-0-This had all started after a drunken game of truth or dare at a Christmas party the day before. We had been bored and started asking questions back and forth between the two of us. Her question to me was about the kinkiest thing I had done and when I explained to her, her eyes lit up. I felt a bit foolish afterwards as I had not shared my kinks with anyone in the office before but I had, for some reason, blurted this one out. The next day she had cornered me in the kitchen.“You were bullshitting right?” I felt my face flush, “Oh. My. Fucking. God! You weren’t!” she exclaimed.“Listen, I’m not usually open about it. I’m not ashamed, I just like to keep it separate from work.”“Not many people are that open-minded, right?”I nodded and finished making my coffee. As I turned to leave the kitchen, she put her hand on my arm.“I’m open-minded,” she said and looked me straight in the eye.“Perhaps we should have a drink after work,” I suggested.“A glass of wine and a beer at the King’s Arms?”“I was thinking more of a coffee, this is not something I mix with alcohol.”“Oh, you’re very serious.”“As a…” I leant forward and whispered the rest in her ear, “smacked arse.”When I stood up straight, she was grinning. “See you later,” she said as I left.She was waiting in reception for me when I finished my day and without a word, we left for the pub. It was only a short walk away and after we ordered our drinks we sat in a quiet corner and said nothing. After a few sips of our coffees, I started.“You say you’re open-minded, which is all very nice. I will tell you this, if any of this goes beyond us, I will use all information I have to shame you. It may be denying this conversation took place or describing in detail how you begged me for every depraved thing we end up doing.”I studied her face for a couple of seconds before smiling and continuing.“Sorry, but it’s only fair I lay that out now before we go any further. If you want to just finish our coffees and go our separate https://escortium.org ways I understand, if not perhaps you can tell me about your… open-mindedness. What interests you?”She blushed now, seemingly all the bravado of earlier gone and again I smiled.“Trust me, you’ll get no judgement from me and if you come to mine, you’ll understand why.”She did not know it but I had a cellar that I had converted into a playroom. Maybe if she had known about it, she may not have relaxed so visibly.“Erm… well…” I just smiled and sipped my coffee, but held her gaze. “Ever since I read those books,” I nodded knowing exactly which ones, I had seen them doing the rounds of the office and overheard the conversations talking about them. Curiosity had got the better of me and it did make me laugh how bad they were, but despite that, the author had hit on something and made a fortune.“Well ever since, I’ve been doing some research and I realise how far off the mark they are,” she now had my attention fully, “When you told me your answer last night, well… well I admit I thought you were bullshitting, but I did wonder and when you said you weren’t well… sorry, it’s awkward.”“The books piqued your interest, it’s great you looked beyond them for information. My… response piqued it again. So I have to ask, what interests you most? Just a look at a playroom? Perhaps a bit of dress up and bondage? Maybe some discipline?”Bingo, her eyes darted away and her neck flushed. So I went on to explain about my traffic light system and how I would need her to sign a consent form and that I would be doing an audio recording to cover both of us. No names would be used and she would get a copy for herself.I shrugged as I finished, “It’s all too easy for someone to think things went too far or to change their mind after, I just want to cover both our arses. Especially as we work in the same company and we really don’t know each other beyond last night.“We just take it step by step, either of us can call it off at any time without question or hard feelings.”At that, we finished our drinks and headed to our cars and she followed me home. Upon arrival, I gave her a quick tour of the downstairs of my house, before heading down to the playroom. It had all my equipment and a bed specially designed for play. There was a utility room off of it with washing equipment and a fridge stocked with soft drinks and off of there was a shower and toilet.I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and walked her around the various equipment. She touched, felt and stroked my different whips and floggers; bounced her bum on the edge of the bed; ran her fingers over the silk ties and masks. This carried on until we got to the Saint Andrew’s cross, where she stopped and stared and then looked at me full of questions.“You stand here and here and place your hands here and here,” I said, indicating places on the cross. “Then you will be secured in place and whatever is agreed, takes place.”“Can we try?”“Of course. With that paddle you were fondling?”“Please and I know you said no photos, but could you take a photo of my bum with my phone? Just to show the heart shape it makes?”“Let’s talk.”I lead her to my desk and pulled out a consent form and added details about the cross and the paddle. It stated that although it was a sexual act this was not planned as a prelude to sex. I also added a note about the photo, at the same time asking her to take the password off her phone.“It’s all rather businesslike,” she stated, when we had done with the form.“Sorry, but it has to be. It protects us both. Think of it like a product demonstration.”This broke the ice a little as we both chuckled.“Okay, you can change in the shower room. There are robes in there.”“You’re still going to see me naked, what about you?”“Often I’ll remain fully clothed. It’s up to you, you only need to expose your bum to start. However, I will wear the same level of clothes as you. How’s that?”I had no shame I worked out and was confident in my appearance naked. Although I trusted her to be discreet, it could also have the side effect of her somehow hinting to others how good my body was. She smiled and disappeared into the shower room. I moved a small table next to the cross where she could put her phone and I put a jar of cream for afterwards; not forgetting the paddle she had selected.When she came out she had on a robe, but I could tell she had no top on as it gaped at the front. She stopped and looked at me.“Well?”“Well, what?”She waved her hand at me, “You, getting undressed?”“I was waiting to see what you came out like.”I saw her around the office enough to think of her as fairly plain, not unattractive in any way and always dressed very modestly. So, her next action, even after getting to where we were, caught me a little by surprise. She undid her belt and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. After a pause to lock her eyes on mine, she let the robe drop to the floor where she stood.“Your turn,” was all she said.I know I hesitated, I was appraising her. From modest and plain, it was like her clothes were a cocoon and when she shed them a beautiful butterfly was born. I smiled and stripped to nothing and then stepped forward and offered her my hand. I then guided her to the cross and helped her step up to it, after she put her phone on the table.With practised ease, I tied her to the cross using some of the silk ties she had seemed so enamoured with when looking around. First her wrists and then her ankles. Then I picked up the paddle and swung it a few times, close to her bum. I saw her clench as the breeze blew across her bum along with the swishing sound. Next, I hit it against my thigh to remind myself of the feel and smiled again as I saw her twitch.I leant forward and whispered, even though it was just the two of us, “Relax, if you tense it will hurt… more.” I smiled at how just my breath on her ear made her twitch.My first strike was little more than a tap, yet it still made her gasp.“Colour?”“Huh?” she responded.“What colour are we at?”“Oh, green. You’re never going to get me calling anything but green with touches like that.”I chuckled, I felt the challenge in the way she responded, “You’ll be surprised how many suddenly realise that it’s all got very real with that first tap.”“Pfft.” That challenge again.The next five strikes came harder and faster, alternating cheeks with each and to her credit, she gasped a little but no more.

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