Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)
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				Title: <strong>Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 17:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lifeaccordingtolea.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/bs-hg-3.jpg)</div><br>At the age of 27, Kate Whitmore felt very content with her life. Married to a loving and handsome man who treats her well and is affectionate when she needed it. A true gentleman. Not that she is frigid. Kate grew up with strict parents who kept her well contained from mischief. She didn't have much of a teen rebellion or sowed no more than a couple of oats before marriage. <br><br>There is sexuality inside of her and part of her even has a deep desire for something darker, perhaps dangerous. She will enjoy sex with her husband but is happiest when it is over relatively quickly and easily. Orgasms have always been a struggle for her to achieve.<br><br>Lately she had been feeling more distant from her husband and is at a loss what to do. They have talked about a few things but so far, she has not felt that spark that she had when they first were together.&nbsp; It is getting worrisome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 05:37:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The draft paper was empty in front of him.&nbsp; This stage was fairly easy work, it was a simply layout of one of the needed parts.&nbsp; All he had to do was the layout showing the top, the side and front of the cog he needed created.&nbsp; Fortunately he had plenty of time to complete that project as when he was staring at the page in front of him what entered his mind was the needed the cog, it was his lovely wife.&nbsp; Worse, it was his lovely tied over the dining room table while he spanked her for driving him crazy.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phillup J. Whitmore at age 30 was a fairly successful engineer.&nbsp; It wasn’t so much that he was the best or the brightest, it was that he was willing to work with what he had to get a job done.&nbsp; &nbsp;This had led to a well-paying job with the nice option of working from home from time to time.&nbsp; At first he was ecstatic over this as it gave him more to time to dote on his lovely wife, Kate.&nbsp; As time went on he found himself seeking the solace of work.&nbsp; In engineer it was all about the math.&nbsp; It always added up, the numbers never lied, they never misled, and they never for no reason either could tell simply stop adding up.&nbsp; That never happened in math. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It happens with people, and that is why his wife is driving him crazy.&nbsp; He has tried everything to get her passion.&nbsp; He even went through the pain and expense to charter a private flight to the coast.&nbsp; They saw a show, ate fresh sea food, and had a remarkable night.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she was ungrateful, or even that she was unimpressed, quite the contrary.&nbsp; It was just missing something.&nbsp; What was missing was the ten thousand dollar question he would pay that and more to find the answer.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was the problem that rolled through his mind as he started at the blank sheet of paper, not the cog he needed to draft up.&nbsp; Not the tolerances the machinist would need to know.&nbsp; No, the only thing buzzing through his mind is what was coming up between his wife and himself.&nbsp; How can he remove it, assuming he could figure out what it is.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A quick glance at the clock showed that he had been staring at the same paper for an hour now.&nbsp; His coffee was lukewarm, but still drinkable.&nbsp; Picking up the mug he sips the tepid liquid and looks back to his computer to scan through email.&nbsp; In truth he wanted to be distracted, and work was as good as anything.&nbsp; So he spent some time cleaning up his inbox in outlook a boring and mundane task, but it was better than thinking about the project or his wife.&nbsp; Then he saw the email sitting in his inbox, it was a few weeks old at this point, but was from his friend Simon.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Topographically the two, Simon and Phill, couldn’t be more different.&nbsp; &nbsp;Phill wore suits and he was relatively sure that Simon might get violent if you approached him with a tie.&nbsp; Phill wasn’t positive about that, but it was an amusing thought none the less.&nbsp; Phill’s greatest hobby was assisting Phill in making devices to torment his girlfriend.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That is when it hit him.&nbsp; The thing that was getting between him and his wife… was him.&nbsp; He was getting upset at her because he was holding back, as he had all his life.&nbsp; The things he wanted to do with her made his head spin sometimes, but how do you go up to your lovely wife and ask if she would mind too terribly if he tied her up and spanked her?&nbsp; Not something you could just casually bring up over the dinner table.&nbsp; What if she really hated the idea?&nbsp; No, he couldn’t deal with that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not to mention there were things that was dangerous about his ideas.&nbsp; If he hit her too hard, he could really hurt her.&nbsp; Again, the answer was right in front of him.&nbsp; Simon.&nbsp; He could hide his own desires behind him; he is just doing this to help their marriage.&nbsp; Then if it fails it would be like going to bad marriage counselor.&nbsp; If it worked though, no, he refused to let his mind wander down that path.&nbsp; He had to deal with what he had, and what he had was a wife that was somewhat withdrawn.&nbsp; He had to admit, if only to himself, that he wasn’t that much better.&nbsp; The only thing he really knew about BDSM is that those were indeed letters in the alphabet.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Picking up his phone he leans back in his office chair and types out a message that could change his life, and Phill could only hope it was for the best.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;‘Simon, been a bit since we have chatted, but I have a really big favor to ask of you.&nbsp; I need some of your expertise for a project I am going to be starting.&nbsp; If you are interested, let me know, I’ll give you more details’<br>Looking back at the message Phill shook his head, it was sounding like he wanted Simon to come into the office, so he typed out a second message.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;‘Okay, that was dry and technical, but you know how I get.&nbsp; Let me level with you.&nbsp; Things are drying out with Kate.&nbsp; I was wanting to do some things to spice it back up.&nbsp; I thought you could help guide me through some of things you do, so I don’t hurt Kate.&nbsp; More than I should.’<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking a breath, Phill sets the phone on the desk and waits.&nbsp; He should work more, but now he is focused on this idea, this long shot plan that might make Kate and him happy again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 10:53:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/Metalguy.jpg)</div> It was hot, that June. Hot and fairly wet. And Simon had been out all day out. Filming, mostly. There was this woman, she was the daughter of a famous movie director, and everybody thought that this was more than enough to make her a great director, too. She hired his crew for her pretentious movie and, even if she was quite generous with their paychecks, working with her was like working with a ticking bomb. You had to do what she wanted, what she pictured in her brain, not what she asked for. If not, she yelled and complained and scolded. As a matter of fact, she'd been yelling a lot, that day. Simon had to focus on the paycheck - remarkably bigger than the ones he was used to, when working for local TV channels or commercials - to keep his temper under control and keep for himself his opinion about her, her movie and maybe her close relatives.<br>Then, in the evening, he had to rehearse with the band. One of his bands, as a matter of fact, the death metal one, <em>Infernal Contraption</em>. The bitch's movie kept him and his crew busy until after dinner time, so he had to run straight to the studio, with his empty stomach and sweaty clothes. Not that the Infernal Contraption guys were so sensitive about sweaty clothes, but he was hungry and tired nonetheless.<br><br>So it was far past midnight when he finally got out from the longest and most craved shower he had in the past months. Maybe years. Wandering naked around his small apartment, toweling his long black hair and distractedly making a couple of sandwiches, he remembered about his smartphone. Poor thing, he'd been neglecting it all day long. Among other stuff, there were two text messages from his brilliant tinker friend, Phillup Whitmore. Simon smiled.<br><br>Their friendship was an unusual one. They were very, very different. Phill's head could just explode if he ever was to walk close to a grindcore concert. Simon played drums in a grindcore band twice a week. Phillup had a very good job and a nice house, a wardrobe full of sensible clothes and a station wagon. Simon didn't. And Phillup was married, with a gorgeous girl named Kate, the kind of girl who could melt a standard sized car with a smile. Or maybe give that car a hard on. Simon was alone, since when his ex girlfriend Devon decided that she liked pussy more than dick. He didn't feel like blaming her, after all. When he was still with Devon, Phillup's brilliant mind helped him a lot in realizing some clever devices to have fun with her. And sometimes other guys and girls, but mostly it was a thing between him and Devon. A cage with an electrical lock, with timer and remote, was what made them meet and become friends. They clicked immediately, in spite of their differences, and became very good friends, even if they didn't hear or see each other for weeks, sometimes. Simon was sure that the good mannered, polite, highly educated Phill had a darker side somewhere, hidden deep in his heart. When he explained the things that he wanted to do with Devon, he saw fire burning in Phill's eyes. Sometimes he even thought about offering Phill a chance to join him and Devon, but he didn't want to endanger his marriage. Phill wasn't the kind of guy who could jump into a BDSM threesome and then go back to his wife like nothing happened.<br><br>And now his friend Phill needed his help. Things are drying out with Kate. Fuck. That was bad news. He felt sad and sorry for them. He thought how to word his answer, then texted back.<br>'Ok. I can try. Give you some advice. But you know I can't promise it will work. Are you sure Kate's fine with experimenting? I don't want to mess up things.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 16:03:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After an hour Phill quit looking at his phone, he had to remember that there was no telling what Simon was up to, and if he remember to plug the phone in that day.&nbsp; While eager for the answer, he was confident that he would get one.&nbsp; By the afternoon Phill was able to turn his thoughts back on to work and get some preliminary sketches done.&nbsp; He took his unremarkable lunch, and came back to finish out a day.&nbsp; He checked his phone periodically, and still no messages from Simon, but again this wasn’t abnormal.&nbsp; The drive home in his beige Volvo station wagon was uneventful, and seemed in odd contrast to his epiphany early that morning.&nbsp; He came to what seemed a momentous decision, and life simply went on.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming into his house Phill pauses to hang up his overcoat and heads over to his wife is, and debates on telling her about Simon, but decides to wait.&nbsp; After all, Simon could be busy, or not interested.&nbsp; He debated on starting things early and pushing her over the arm of the couch, but then that is not how gentlemen act, and he couldn’t quite get himself to override how he was raised.&nbsp; So he said a hello, gave her a brief kiss and went upstairs to change offering down a quick question about dinner.&nbsp; It was their routine.&nbsp; He knew it by now, he would come down she would ask about work, and he would gloss over it.&nbsp; While he enjoyed the mathematical challenges, Phill was sure listening about him drawing all day would be boring.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As it was the normal routine lasted the day, and it was the next morning before Phill saw the messages on his phone.&nbsp; Their morning routine was in place, a nice sit down breakfast.&nbsp; Phill was on his third cup of coffee and felt more human now, so he was checking messages from work.&nbsp; He should be talking to his wife that was sitting across from him, but that wasn’t their routine.&nbsp; That’s when he saw the message from Simon.&nbsp; He grinned, then frowned.&nbsp; Yeah.. Kate.&nbsp; He hadn’t talked about it with her at all.&nbsp; He had no idea if she was going to be okay with this or not.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking up at her Phill stared at her a moment, she was rather lovely.&nbsp; He could only imagine how nice she would look restrained.&nbsp; After a moment it occurred to him he was staring at her, and put a smile on his lips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare, but you are so very lovely sometimes it’s hard not to.”&nbsp; It was a simple statement, true in its meaning, but it shattered their routine as he flirted with her over breakfast.&nbsp; “I uh…&nbsp; I was talking with Simon.&nbsp; He’s doing well.&nbsp; Um.&nbsp; Well, he had some thoughts on, on how we can improve things, Kate.&nbsp; I was thinking we could meet for lunch with him, and discuss it.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 09:42:20</strong>
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				Life was very routine for Kate, she thrived on routine. Growing up she had lived a structured, fairly joyless existence. She played as a young child but it too was somewhat structured and always educational in nature. <br><br>Always neat, always proper, Kate's mother had raised her the same. In some ways, Kate was fairly old fashioned. She liked to have dinner on the table when Phillup got home and a healthy breakfast. She could be a 50's housewife but she also enjoyed her job.<br><br>Kate had been a receptionist at a small PR firm for the past three years. It fit into her routine perfectly. The job itself being very routine oriented as well. Her desk was always neat and orderly, her typing and phone etiquette superb. She kept the coffee in the break room fresh throughout the day. Ate a bagged lunch in said break room and was the picture of soft spoken politeness to visitors. Kate was also able to anticipate what her bosses would need with great skill. She never aspired to much more, happy with where things were in her career.<br><br>When she met Phillup he had charmed her from the start with his gentlemanly manners and handsomeness. His smile and the way he looked at her had won Kate from the beginning. He had been very respectful of her boundaries, especially sexually.&nbsp; Kate was not a virgin when she met Phillup but had only been with two other men. There was sometimes guilt that played on her mind when she considered how much she wished Phillup had been her first. This guilt is part of her problem. Kate feels guilt for some of the desires she's felt at various times in her adult life. The first time she truly played with herself was shameful to recall. The bit of exploration in her early twenties had led to much remorse once she'd realized Phillup was the man she wished to marry.<br><br>With Kate's upbringing and ongoing sexual guilt, orgasm was sometimes difficult to achieve. Kate knew she was repressed. She even felt guilt about that. But she had her lovely Phillup who never pushed her to anything she felt uncomfortable with. But perhaps that was part of the problem they seemed to now be avoiding. It was not that Kate never felt aroused or attracted to her husband, she did, quite regularly, but was at a loss how to proceed. They were both growing more despondent as time passed.<br><br>Breakfast that particular morning was typical. Kate was dressed in a slim fitting dark skirt and sheer stockings. Her sweater buttoned up the front and showed very little skin. But her shape was accented by the snug fit of the skirt and button up knit top. Full, high breasts over a slim waist and softly rounding hips. She was classic in dress and decorum. She had small flats on her feet and her thick, wavy blonde hair was styled in a vintage set around her face.<br><br>Yogurt, Honey and oat bread, toasted lightly with peanut butter and a glass of orange juice was Kate's breakfast as she read on her tablet. Coffee, cereal with blueberries for Phillup. He read on his phone, checking his email no doubt. It never really occurred to Kate to ask. She became aware of the way Phillup was sitting and looked up to find him staring at her. His handsome smile made her smile in return. "Thank you darling. You are very sweet to say."&nbsp; She replied in her soft voice. A flash of heat in her fair cheeks but what really made Kate blush was the flash that he may propose they have sex that evening. Guilt made her blush. To be almost dreading the question was so wrong. How could she change this in herself? Just letting go was difficult. Status quo was easier.<br><br>Her head came up again as he spoke more. This was different and Kate was attentive but ready to return to her book. "Oh um. You think Simon could help? Phillup, I don't see how Simon could help... "&nbsp; She began, unsure about how to discuss what they needed help with.<br><br>"Phillup, I'm not sure I could talk to you about it, let along Simon." Maybe they weren't even talking about the same thing. "I don't know that we need help." Guilt, heavy and cloying. Kate lowered her eyes as colour flushed her cheeks more so than ever. "I know we need something. I love you so much. You've... well you're so good to me."&nbsp; She wasn't sure what else to say and was quite unsure she wanted to talk to Simon as well. She knew he was a great friend to Phillup but she did not know much else about him. <br><br>"If you feel we would benefit, I will go to a lunch and see what Simon has to say that might help us. I'm a bit concerned you spoke of our <em>issues</em> with Simon but I know you would only do that if it was very important to you. When were you thinking?" She asked, her face still uncertain.
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				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 04:03:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; “Well, those are valid points.&nbsp; I guess the best way to look at them is one by one.&nbsp; Talking to Simon, yes, perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it to him.&nbsp; However, he is a good friend and has some,” Phill hesitates a moment, “Helpful advice on things to be done.”&nbsp; Well, Phill was fairly sure Simon had been teasing him a little about things he could do with his wife, but it was technically still advice.&nbsp; It was just that Phill really doubted validity of being able to convince Kate that cum was chocolate flavored, and thus was sure Simon was teasing him. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “The rest, well, my Lovely, you admit we need something.&nbsp; This may well be it.&nbsp; Let me ask you this, because this will be the key to the whole thing.&nbsp; Do you trust me, Kate?&nbsp; No ifs or buts on this.&nbsp; Yes or no?&nbsp; &nbsp;Because if you do, then rely on that, and the rest will sort it self out.&nbsp; I was thinking today, actually.&nbsp; No time like the present.”&nbsp; Picking his phone up he glances at the time, it’s only likely to get answered if his friend is still up.&nbsp; Then again, he might be running a project; it was hard to say for certain.&nbsp; In a way, Phill envied him that sort of freedom.&nbsp; On the other hand, Phill enjoyed most of the aspects of his life.&nbsp; He types out a message, ‘How does today at noon sound?&nbsp; Kate is willing to listen.’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Looking up from his phone his gaze settles on Kate.&nbsp; It was tangible in a way, he could picture her there.&nbsp; His hand twisting into the silken smooth blonde lockes, forcing her by her hair to bend over the table so he could run his hands over her sexy behind right before he had his way with her.&nbsp; The pennical of that moment would be making her goto work without cleaning up.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Phill blinks a moment, "Uh, sorry.. Kate, I was thinking about.. a problem I have been wrestling with at work as of late."
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				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 08:25:18</strong>
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				With a nod, Kate acknowledged she had said they needed something to help. She was still not fully certain they were talking about the same thing. Neither of them were saying it out loud, which was the biggest clue they were talking about there slowly dwindling sex life. She had gleaned enough, over time, that Simon was a little bit wild in the way he lived his life so it did stand to reason that he could have some valid advice to help them find a spark that seemed to be missing. <br><br>Kate blamed herself. She had struggled with finding pleasure that she over thought everything and ended up have little to no fun.&nbsp; She had told Phillup many times that her difficulty with orgasms was just how she was made but she suspected he also knew there was something else beyond physical ability that was causing the sexual problems. <br><br>Smiling softly at him she waited for the question and was shocked he needed to ask if she trusted him. He was her husband of course... but then she thought for a moment. "Yes." She said firmly after that pause. "Yes Phillup, I trust you." She really did. Phillup had never given her any reason to not trust him.<br><br>That seemed to end the conversation as Phillup picked up his phone again. Kate returned to her thoughts, no longer planning her day but analyzing this rare breakfast conversation with her husband. She barely knew Simon but she trusted Phillup. She trusted he was making the right decisions for them. He was staring at her again, a strange expression on his face. The expression excited her a little as his eyes seemed to sparkle as they stared. But it was work related. Always it was work related.&nbsp; Kate returned to planning her work day routine.
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				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 09:56:45</strong>
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				When he got the message, Simon just woke up. He had to work that evening, but a free morning was pure gold. He was still lying in bed, reading a Lansdale novel and trying to decide if he wanted to have breakfast at home or at the cafe. He felt lazy, and Hap and Leonard were getting in some crazy trouble again, so he planned to stay just like that for another while. Then his phone buzzed. Phill. Noon. Can do that. Be it breakfast at home.<br><br>He forced himself to clean his flat, taking his time. He didn't feel very sure about what to do for Phill and Kate. Bondage for beginners? Take them to a swingers club? He shook his head, feeling pretty sure he was going to walk on a very thin thread. He needed to go with his mind free of any prejudice and expectation. He needed to listen. After house chores, he practiced with drums. Something that had the power of cleaning his brain. Eleven o'clock. Time to get moving.<br><br>He wore black jeans, a black hoodie and sneakers, tied his hair in a comfortable ponytail and took a deep breath, looking at his face in the mirror. "You know it's going to be awkward and that you're going to burden yourself with a heavy responsibility. - he explained to the mirror, in his best fatherly tone - But Phill never ever let you down. And now he needs you help. So, go and help him and Kate the best you can." While driving to the Whitmores', he stopped to buy some organic vanilla cookies, vaguely remembering that Kate was fond of vanilla. Or was it something from Lansdale's novel? He rang the doorbell, clutching the brown paper bag. What if she opens the door in some classy lingerie and asks me to join her and Phill in bed? It would be so awesome...
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				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 08:55:59</strong>
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				She trusted him, of course she trusted her husband. It was happening so quickly, though. Simon would be joining them for lunch. Kate had gone directly to her boss when she'd gotten to work and showing how nervous she was, asked if she could take her lunch early and have the rest of the afternoon. Her attendance record was impeccable, there was no question of her taking time away for the afternoon.<br><br>Once home, she went immediately into perfect little wife and hostess mode. She had a fresh pot of coffee set to turn on a kettle ready to come back to the boil if tea was preferred. She made some small sandwiches and a dish of cheese and fruit. A quick check of her hair and makeup, a smoothing of her skirt and Kate was ready.<br><br>The doorbell set her nerves on edge. Calm a moment before, now Kate would be faced with talking about her sex life with a near stranger to her. She barely knew Simon, she knew of him well enough but little details aside from the fact that he was into a very different scene than Phillup and herself. Not just culturally but sexually. She trusted Phillup and Phillup trusted Simon. Kate did not trust herself to be able to speak.<br><br>Checking her reflection one last time, Kate went to the door and pulled it open.&nbsp; "Hello Simon."&nbsp; She said softly and waved him into the house, her eyes unable to meet his after the first greeting.&nbsp; She felt her cheeks flush. Simon was attractive, more so than she remembered. He looked nice with his black hair tied back.&nbsp; So different. Phillup had never been very clear what had brought these two opposites together as friends but they were, and good friends at that.<br><br>"I've made some sandwiches and we have some fruit and cheese. May I get you a drink? I can get some tea or coffee ready quickly or we have water and apple juice?"&nbsp; She met his eyes again and smiled softly.&nbsp; "Please make yourself comfortable. Phillup will be here any minute."&nbsp; She'd always called him Phillup, it was as if her mouth could not form the short form. It was part and parcel to Kate's way, prim, proper and formal. Now she was going to sit in her lovely home and discuss sex with her husband and his friend.<br><br>"I hope this isn't too strange for you. Phillup thinks you can... well he'll be here soon and we can have a light lunch and talk about... and talk." She said and sat in one of the seats around the coffee table, her legs crossed.
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				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 08:59:35</strong>
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				<em>God, she's beautiful!</em> Simon felt a little stunned when Kate introduced him inside. She was really a wondrous sight. His friend Phillup was really a lucky bastard, married with a girl like that. He smiled to her, noticing that she looked even more beautiful with her little blush. The whole situation was very unusual, to use an euphemism: where the heck was Phillup?<br><br>He took a seat. Their house was like he remembered: cozy, comfortable, clean. And there was a good fragrance around. Fresh coffee. "Thanks a lot Kate, a cup of coffee would be really great. You're an angel." He handed her the small brown paper bag. "Ahem... For you. From the organic bakery near my house. I hope they taste as good as they look." He smiled again, trying not to look at her legs too much. He definitely had been alone for too long. Maybe Kate had a twin sister, he should remember to ask.<br><br>"Er... Kate." Simon took a huge breath. He wasn't the kind of guy who liked to beat around the bush. If there was something difficult, better thing was to head straight to it, and kick the door down guns blazing.<br>"I know that this situation is awkward and all. You have no reason to trust me, or even to like me at all, save that me and your husband are friends. All I can say is that I just want to give you a hand. I'm sure that you and Phill love each other deeply. All you need it to spice things up a little, and everything will be more than fine. If you don't like the idea of some random Simon poking around your house and meddling with your life, I'll understand. Just tell me, or Phillup." He smiled again, he hoped in a friendly way, sipping his coffee. It was hot and black and tasted great. <em>I hope that Phill comes home before she kicks me out or calls the cops. I'd really like to have the time to finish this delicious coffee.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 05:32:53</strong>
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				Kate smiled as she accepted the bag and smiled more widely as she pulled out the cookies.&nbsp; "Thank you! So sweet! You didn't have to bring anything." She rose and headed into the kitchen, returning a moment later with some of the cookies laid out on a plate.&nbsp; "I love vanilla cookies." she said with a look of guilty pleasure.<br><br>Sipping at her own coffee as Simon began to speak, Kate felt her cheeks colouring again and she found herself staring at his knees. She giggled a bit and looked up, catching the smile and returning it shyly. <em>Some random Simon. He's funny.</em> That phrase is what did it for Kate.<br><br>"I trust Phillup. He trusts you. I know I can trust you." The look on her face wasn't specifically skeptical, it was still just nerves. She chewed her lip a moment. "I'm not even sure what it is that makes you the person to ... help us."&nbsp; She said this last quietly. <br><br>Kate knew only bits about Simon. She also knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. After all, anyone who met her would be shocked by her taste in music, 90's Alt Rock. Besides, he wasn't being creepy or inappropriate and he had brought her cookies, vanilla and organic. <br><br>"What has Phillup told you? Or I guess, maybe you could tell me what you think you can do to ..." Kate sighed, "I can't even talk about it... I don't know if I can talk about it." She said desperately suddenly. "It's not you, Simon, I can't talk to my own husband about it either. I can't talk about it so much that I'm not even sure if we're all talking about the same thing or not." Her soft voice was exasperated. She felt rather pathetic. "I don't suppose that is the reason you are here, just to help us figure out what we're talking about?" She gave him a small smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 12:08:45</strong>
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				<em>Wow</em>, he thought. <em>She's really uncomfortable about sex and sex related stuff. Maybe, talking about it around the table isn't the best way to help. I'll probably end up making Kate feel even more wrong and guilty and sad.</em> Somehow, crossing out a couple of erroneous options made him feel more confident. At least, she was interested, she did want to work on it. He smiled, sipping some more coffee. <br><br>"Yes, we're talking about the same thing. Don't worry. And... Thanks for your trust." He hoped to sound reassuring. "You won't have to talk, if you don't feel like it. I'm not a therapist, nor a shrink... So you won't have to talk, nor to pay me an insane fee!" He smiled again at his own joke.<br><br>"Phill didn't tell me much. Just that lately you two weren't having a lot of fun, you know, in the bedroom. And he's worried that this could become a worse problem, in time. For both of you." He paused and drank the last sip of coffee. Kate was really, really beautiful. Her soft, warm voice. Her eyes. Her body. He saw clearly why Phill was toying with bondage fantasies. <em>I bet that she sounds unbelievably sexy when she moans.</em><br>"I don't know what Phill told you, either, so I'll tell something. I'm just a guy who luckily could cultivate and nurture his kinks, and explore some more with the help of other people. So Phill thought that I could help you two to spice up thing in bedroom. You'll decide how spicy you want the food, just a little bit to improve the taste, or something so burning hot that would send a Mexican cook running in terror."<br><br>He smiled again, putting his empty cup in the dishwasher, and thinking about the well worn quote: <em>Seduction isn't making someone do what they don't want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly already want to do.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 02:26:41</strong>
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				Work was always a bit fickle.&nbsp; Sometimes it was easy going and other times some well-meaning idiot stirred up trouble.&nbsp; As it was a normal project with a normal time line got spun up with a mention that wasn’t supposed to be mentioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now Phill was caught up explaining that it wasn’t going to go like that, the part drawing would be submitted on time.&nbsp; Phill was positive he was going to be late, but he couldn’t really explain to people at work that he had to leave because he wanted a friends help to convince his lovely wife that she should let him tie her up so he could … do all manner of things to her lovely body.&nbsp; It was a losing battle to concentrate on work, so much so his boss noticed it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Phillup, come on, you are my best engineer.&nbsp; I know this isn’t that hard, and is a tad dull, but what has your consintration?”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phill shook his head, “You know, I am sorry Mr. Edwards, normally I would be right there, but… Kate is at home, waiting for me…”&nbsp; Phill trailed off.&nbsp; Did he really want to explain that she was waiting for him to get there to talk with him and a friend about maybe tying her up? <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His boss completely misread the situation in Phills head, well, not completely.&nbsp; Nodding he looks around, and pats Phill’s shoulder.&nbsp; “Okay, Phill, You got me on that one I wouldn’t concentrate either.&nbsp; Look, this one last meeting and then get out of here.&nbsp; I wouldn’t want to wait either, not for Kate.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The meeting was at last over and Phill was driving home in his beige Volvo station wagon.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a nice car, Phill insisted on it, but it didn’t really have the getup and go that some of his co-workers liked.&nbsp; For Phill this is a perfect car, not a truck, but it was perfectly capable of hauling his tools and supplies for the various projects.&nbsp; He was thinking more of his projects as of late because of what he could do with her Kate.&nbsp; The things he could build to deliciously torment her.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phill forced his mind to sober and focus.&nbsp; That was only, of course, assuming he got her to agree.&nbsp; He had no idea if Kate was even up for this.&nbsp; He had brought Simon in because he figured it might assuage Kate’ fears a bit to know at least Simon was experienced.&nbsp; &nbsp;Granted, that would do nothing to get over her initial trepidations.&nbsp; That few miles to his house were covered as he dealt with those thoughts.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Opening the door he noted the house had been cleaned, but paid it little mind and hung up his jacket and hat and then paused.&nbsp; Looking over he saw Simon and Kate, and smile spread over his lips. “Simon!&nbsp; It is good to see you again.&nbsp; I see you have met my lovely wife, Kate.”&nbsp; Moving over he gives the man a firm but friendly shake of the hand.&nbsp; Moving over to his wife he kisses and smiles. “Hi.”&nbsp; Looking between the two he smiles, “Sorry I am late, work got… well, very work like.&nbsp; Give me just a second.”&nbsp; Heading over to the sidebar he makes himself a drink and settles next to Kate.&nbsp; Resting a hand lightly on her knee he looks between the two.&nbsp; “Well, I hope I haven’t missed much of the discussion.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 07:01:53</strong>
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				The smile after speaking of spicing things up was actually quite comforting, considering the true nature of spices in what he was saying. Kate wasn't sure she could handle even some light herbs. But then again, she wasn't sure what qualified as <em>spices</em>. <br><br>"I don't know what spices might equate to, I'm afraid. I'm not very ... experienced." Kate said, unable to gain any real volume. "I am ... I want to learn, for Phillup."<br><br>It was perfectly timed that Phill opened the door as she said his name. A smile spread over Kate's face as she saw her husband. It wasn't relief that he was there to save her from the scary man and his spice rack. It was pure love. Kate loved her husband dearly and as he came to kiss her her eyes turned up to his but closed for even that brief kiss. There was passion in her, a love of intimacy, why was it such a struggle for her? Part of her sometimes wished Phillup would just take her. A new blush appeared on her cheeks as this thought flashed across her mind.<br><br>"Um no." She stammered, her eyes dropping to her knee until he sat next to her with his drink and rested his hand on it. She looked up and at Phillup a tad desperately. <br><br>"Simon was just talking about figuring out the level of spice we might want in the bedroom." It was actually surprising, even for Kate, that it was her explaining where they'd left off. "But that was as close as we'd coming to discussing the actual um topic of discussion." Kate looked mortified to have said all of this but what could she say now that it was out? <em>'Sorry, that was out of line.'</em> No, because if anything it wasn't as clear and open as it could have been despite the fact she had trouble with even that level of description.<br><br>"Maybe you could explain what you think he could help us figure out, love." She said softly, her eyes a little desperate again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 02:54:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Looking over at Kate he smiles at her as she explains, then nods a bit. “Okay, not late at all then.”&nbsp; Taking a breath he takes a drink of his drink, and then looks over at Simon before looking back to his wife.&nbsp; Studying her for a moment, he looks back to Simon, then back to her and drowns the rest of his glass.&nbsp; “Okay.&nbsp; That seems rather reasonable; this was in fact my idea.&nbsp; It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to not lead the discussion.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He pauses a moment and looks at his glass, then at his lovely wife. But, it will require allot from you, my love.&nbsp; Not precisely how you think, but I need you do something for me.&nbsp; No matter you think this one thing you have to do.&nbsp; From there, it will give us a basis to continue.”&nbsp; Phill is having a hell of a time just sitting still, his fingers constantly tapping on the empty glass.&nbsp; “I want you to do something for me, “Phill pauses looking all manner of nervous, somehow knowing this would kill it or not.&nbsp; “And no matter what, know that I won’t think less of you.&nbsp; Trust me, okay?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Anther pause, this time completely unsure if he should continue, everything he knew said not to do it.&nbsp; Everything he had learned about people growing up said it was a mistake, but for once he listen to the more quiet darker part of his mind.&nbsp; “Slip up to your feet, refill my glass with the good whiskey, and then kneel here at my feet.&nbsp; If we continue this conversation, that is where you will remain and I will explain why I think Simon can help.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 03:38:32</strong>
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				The way Phillup looked back and forth between her and Simon was very sweet. Endearing, really. It made her love him that much more as did his comment. Such a gentleman. <br><br>Kate listened to her husband, he was more nervous than she'd ever seen him and was growing more concerned by the second as to what this meeting was really about. Was he leading up to some big reveal? Was he going to leave her? Was there something between him and Simon?<br><br>It made what he said to her very strange. It almost jammed up Kate's brain.&nbsp; She'd begun to dread what he would say that at first it made no sense to her. Repeating it in her mind had her eyes widening in shock and her cheeks flushed brighter than they had thus far. Her eyes darted to Simon then back to Phillup. "Goodness."&nbsp; She murmured.<br><br>What was this discussion going to be about if he wished her kneeling at his feet? Kate knew the answer to her own question. In a manner of speaking, anyway. She wasn't totally clear on what it meant for her to kneel at his feet but she was a little curious to understand more. Obviously Simon knew something about this that Phillup thought would be helpful. Simon had used the word 'kinks' which helped her understand better that it was all together, if she was even thinking of the right sort of thing. Or spices. <br><br>Without saying a word, Kate rose from her seat and took Phill's glass to the bar and pulled out the good whiskey. Her hands were shaking as she poured, the bottle tapping the glass a few times. Was she going to do this? What was she saying if she did it? What would Simon think of her? Though that was probably silly, he was much more open minded than, well at least herself. Before turning back to the men, she took a quick sip from Phill's glass, steeling herself.<br><br>Walking back, Kate still couldn't look at either of them and didn't think she could do it and would just ask that they continue the discussion. But as she reached Phillup, she looked at him, her chest was heaving a bit, and lowered herself down to her knees beside his feet. Kate made a soft noise, sort of like a note of fright. She was nervous and felt extremely embarrassed for doing something like this in front of Simon. She couldn't look at either of them and just leaned her forehead to side Phillup's knee, hiding her face as she held the glass up to him, willing him to take it before she dropped it from her shaking fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 04:03:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phill could not recall a time when he was more nervous.&nbsp; What if she hit him?&nbsp; She looked shocked, stunned perhaps, but not angry.&nbsp; These were both great signs for Phill not getting hit, so he was glad to notice them.&nbsp; Then she got up, refilled the drink… and it was more than Phill had dared to dream of.&nbsp; She. Knelt. At. His. Feet.&nbsp; He could only stare at her, this lovely woman on her knees in front of him, holding up his drink.&nbsp; It was several heart beats before he finally took the drink, and that was only because he needed it. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; After taking the drink he simply went back to staring.&nbsp; He wanted to be in control over his emotions, he wanted to be in control of the situation.&nbsp; He wanted to impress his wife with that confidence he had seen Simon use.&nbsp; Now that he had her on her knees he was stuck as what to do.&nbsp; He was almost certain that bending her over the table was not the correct course of action.&nbsp; He almost was unable to stop himself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Oh, my lovely Kate.. I wish I could tell you, or explain to you... how utterly ... how... how erotic you look, how.. sexy and beautiful you look right now.&nbsp; I… yeah.”&nbsp; Phill just stares at his wife, and his hand lightly strokes her hair.&nbsp; “See.. the problem I have been trying to sort through at work… is... well... us.&nbsp; You.&nbsp; How do I ... tell you… these things.&nbsp; Like when I was staring at you over breakfast… I uh… wanted to…”&nbsp; Its Phill’s turn to blush, “Well… let’s say I had something else in mind for breakfast.&nbsp; The trouble is, you are very important to me.&nbsp; Very important, and I am very inexperienced.&nbsp; Without guidance, the likelihood is, you would get hurt.&nbsp; I can’t accept that, so I put in a safety feature, so to speak.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phill turns his gaze over to Simon. “Someone I trust, someone I know is experienced, Simon.”&nbsp; Drawing in a breath he takes a drink of his whiskey.&nbsp; “This is sorta it, Simon, the whole goal here.&nbsp; Right now there are far too many things rushing through my head.&nbsp; I have the worlds the most gorgeous woman on her knees; at my feet… what the hell do I do to make me worth such a gift?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Looking back down at Kate, “But now that you are here, do you feel this is something we can go on with?&nbsp; This is a taste, albeit very small, but do you…”&nbsp; Phill glances up at Simon, “Do both of you want to see where this goes?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 11:12:20</strong>
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				Simon felt relieved when his friend Phill got back home. After all, he and Kate could go on talking until sunset, but it wouldn't be very useful without her husband. So he gladly greeted him and shook his hand. It had been weeks, maybe more than a month, since last time they met, and he was happy to see Phill again. Even given the present unusual circumstances. His friend looked uneasy and when he helped himself to a drink, Simon thought that it was a good idea. Maybe a sip of bourbon could help Phillup relax.<br><br>Then he started talking, unsure, blushing, but strong willed and honest, and Simon understood his friend's situation better. Not only he was uneasy and tense. Most important, he had far too much to tell. He had been pushing his fantasies, his frustrations, his erotic ideas somewhere in the back of his brain, and now he was trying to let everything out very carefully, very slowly. Phill was trying to prevent his stream of consciousness from becoming a raging flood. He listened, with an encouraging smile.<br><br>And things looked encouraging indeed. Kate was of course surprised, but not insulted, or angry, or whatever. And Phillup looked full of hope and much more relaxed, maybe with the help of his second whisky. Simon pushed the sandwiches tray towards his friend. Lunchtime was a little too early to get hammered, wasn't it? "Have a sandwich, Phill. Whisky doesn't match nicely with an empty stomach..." he said with a smile.<br><br>Then Simon answered, his voice was warm and sure. "Yes, my friend. Yes. I know that we can go on with this. And I'll gladly walk this path with you, to see where it goes. No one will get hurt, I promise." He stopped and winked. "Only a little bit of pain, sometimes, just so much that it's arousing!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 07:34:33</strong>
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				What did all of this mean from her own standpoint? She was kneeling at her husband's feet. Kneeling. It was a strange sensation, perhaps more an emotion. No, more a combination, because her body was reacting. Kate had not thought she would do what he asked, not because she thought it demeaning or that he meant her disrespect, but because she hadn't thought anything of it at all. People snuggled this way sometimes. One of them on the floor, back against the couch or chair... But she was not relaxed with her back against the sofa. She was kneeling facing her husband and she had done so because she had wanted to. <br><br>It was all her choice. They were here because Phillup wanted to see if Simon could help them but it had been on her word that it came to be. She wanted her husband happy, desperately. Kate had been at a loss as to how to change her ... problem. It was a problem she could barely think about let alone talk about. Yet here they were. Kate saw it as, she wanted a solution as much as Phillup did. That is what had made her kneel without fully understanding what inside of her had made the choice.<br><br>He sounded so thrilled, so excited. Immediately Kate felt she’d made the right choice and glanced up as his hand runs over her hair. She smiled up at him tenderly. He was so concerned about her and she about him. Silently Kate cursed her inability to talk about things that floated in her own mind let alone what Phillup might be thinking of.<br><br>There was the question, could she go on with it? She was nodding before she knew how to respond. “I want to see what… yes. I want to go on.” She was curious now. Also not a regular feeling for Kate. Like was good in routine, curiosity was not necessary. This “small taste” was making her curious.<br><br>Turning her head, she glanced at Simon as he answered. Only a little bit of pain… Why did that make her more curious? Kate didn’t know how to ask about more and didn’t think she could admit to thinking these things and being curious to know more. Was her kneeling at his feet enough to show that? Time would tell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 01:14:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill’s mind was a torrent of activity, so many thoughts and worries.&nbsp; Still she had knelt in front of him, and that one act gave him so much hope.&nbsp; &nbsp;He reined himself in, pulling back his ideas as he remembered a few casual comments he had heard.&nbsp; He couldn’t for the life of him remember where now, might have been a management course at work, or hell, could have been Simon.&nbsp; ‘The first thing you must do before you control someone else is control yourself.’&nbsp; So he started with that,&nbsp; and struggled to bring his thoughts under some semblance of order. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over at Simon like a goofy addled schoolboy he nods. “Yeah, that … that is probably true.&nbsp; Good idea.”&nbsp; Picking up a sandwich he takes a bite and feels relief when Simon agrees to help guide them.&nbsp; Maybe it was the whiskey, but this was a rad easier.&nbsp; &nbsp;In some way he was partially certain it was easier with Simon there.&nbsp; Someone else that knew made it less crazy, less mad.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, it was a shared madness. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His attention was drawn down to Kate when she spoke.&nbsp; It was a damned miracle that he didn’t stand up, spike his sandwich down into the carpet, and do a victory dance right then.&nbsp; One, it was a nice carpet, and two it really was a damned a good sandwich.&nbsp; &nbsp;So he managed to swallow his current bite of food.&nbsp; “I…&nbsp; I don’t have the words to say how much that means to me, Kate.&nbsp; Simon is going to make sure I don’t abuse that wonderful gift.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing in a breath, he lets it out slowly focusing his thoughts.&nbsp; He had to get this right. “Okay.&nbsp; So, we begin a game.&nbsp; In this game, my dear.. lovely and wonderful wife, you are mine.&nbsp; Like you are now, but more so, you will be my slave.”&nbsp; He pauses savoring that statement, letting it hang in the air, just loving that he got to say that.&nbsp; The blushes as he figures he is being melodramatic. “This is a game, however, so like any good game there is a pause.&nbsp; &nbsp;Getting up to his feet he heads over to a drawer and opens it. “I uh.. I didn’t get this for an eventual pet.&nbsp; Well... I did... but not like I led you to believe.”&nbsp; Setting the velvet box on the table he looks to Kate, then to Simon, then back to Kate. “So, the rules to this game are simple.&nbsp; When you put that on, the game starts.&nbsp; Simon and I set the rules, and there are consequences for not adhering to the rules.&nbsp; It comes with something for you… something I think… and hope… might help you.&nbsp; When, how, and where we have sex is my choice now.&nbsp; You just have to obey… and obey the rules.&nbsp; Knowing if you don’t, you will be punished.&nbsp; The morals of it are my worry now.”&nbsp; Phill pauses again wondering if he is going too far, but he presses forward again.&nbsp; “One last thing, my love, I want to stress this is a game.&nbsp; If ever you need a break, you need it to stop; you have to say ‘rumpelstiltskin’.&nbsp; That stops the game, we talk, fix what is broke, and move on in whatever direction we all agree on.&nbsp; If you don’t say that, you are just breaking the rules of the game. In truth, that is for all of us.&nbsp; If we need to stop, that is what we will use to signal we have to pause the game.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill pauses yet again and looks over at Simon, “That… that should be all.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; Anything I forgot?”&nbsp; Looking back to Kate he really wants to say something else, but if she refuses that part of it, he really hopes Simon has ideas; his ideas are hinged on that box.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 08:36:43</strong>
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				It was strange seeing Phillup so tense and fidgety, he was usually so calm and put together. Wasn't the hardest part for him over? He'd asked if she would go on and Kate had said she would. She wanted to make him happy and yes, she was curious to see what all he was talking about. It was more than curiosity, though. Kate was barely considering that fact, she wasn't ready to admit it to even herself. She smiled at him warmly as he expressed what her willingness to try meant to him.<br><br>Kate listened as Phillup began to speak more and explain, sort of. A game of sorts, where she would be his slave. She could see what saying that did for her husband and she flicked her eyes to Simon then back to Phillup before lowering her eyes as she considered the meaning behind the word. How far would this 'game' go if that was the term being used? Kate reeled herself back in and made herself open her ears and mind. She trusted Phillup, she knew he would not hurt her.&nbsp; <em>Only a little bit of pain, sometimes, just so much that it's arousing!</em> Simon had said. Kate's eyes looked between the two men then back down, would they see her considering it all and know that curiosity kept her going in this game.&nbsp; She smiled slightly, having seen her husband blushing a little. <br><br>A pause is good to know. She watches as Phillup goes to a drawer and returns with the velvet box. Kate knew what he was talking about and her face coloured quickly as she realized that he meant she was to wear the collar he had bought, apparently with her neck in mind. It would be a symbol of this game, Kate would need to be prepared to follow whatever rules both Phillup and Simon would devise and enforce. She had a way to stop it all if it was too much. <br><br>There were questions, many questions. This was closely tied with his sexuality, it seemed. If she was wear the collar, he could come up behind her while she made dinner and just slip into her, taking her as he wished when he wished. Kate felt her breathing speed up, her lips parted ever so slightly as she looked up at her husband and the to his friend as she knelt. Simon was going to be a part of this, how far will that go? So many questions that she wanted answers to.<br><br>"I have many questions." She said softly, after a moment of considering Phillup's hands pushing her skirt up and just moving her panties as aside, or perhaps she would not be allowed panties. There had been another pause and Kate felt both men watching her, would they see how she was reacting? "I think ... I know that if I start asking too many questions they would just bring more questions and it would be like procrastination. I would rather... um, learn as I go? Well... " Kate paused, nervous and finding herself a little excited. She squashed it down quickly, she needed to stay level headed. <br><br>"Yes, to ask questions will lead to more and will allow me to delay what I already know." That had come out unexpectedly. Kate blushed brighter but she did know.&nbsp; "I will play the game my love, but please explain the rules clearly for me." She could have said more but for some reason, she found she was looking forward to learning as she went. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 11:35:19</strong>
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				Simon was silent, watching his friend bring together all the strength he needed to talk about his sexual fantasies. He was proud of him. He managed to do that. To talk to Kate about what he really craved, deep in his heart. Surely hard to do, but Phill did it. His eyes moved from husband to wife, studying them. Phillup was struggling to keep control over his words, and probably over his own emotions. And Kate... She was the biggest surprise. She blushed, of course: her husband was planning to play a master and slave game with her. But she wasn't afraid, nor disgusted. She looked like she was curious. And maybe even a little aroused. Her eyes were shining, here and there looked up and left: not for certain, but maybe the imaginative part of her brain was at work, fantasizing about something.<br><br>When Phill brought out the box, Simon smiled, remembering all the fuss and talking about that collar. How many hopes did Phill put on that object. How many fears. And now, at last, he showed the damn thing to his wife. <em>Well done, bro</em>, he thought.<br><br>Then Kate spoke and the growing tension slowly faded away. Having studied her just moments before, Simon wasn't surprised, but probably it was a huge relief for Phill. She wanted to play. And moreover, she was eager to start. Wonderful.<br><br>"The rules are quite simple, Kate. When we're playing the game, you'll have the collar on, and you'll have to obey your husband, and me. We can ask you do to things, or set tasks to perform, and you'll have to do your best. Every task will have its rules and conditions and details, but we'll explain everything in time as we play, don't worry. We won't do anything that could jeopardize health, jobs, or criminal records..." He stopped, with a confident smile and giggling a little.<br>"When we're not playing, the collar stays off. And if anyone wants to stop while we're playing, the safe word is Rumpelstiltskin. Not something one can utter at random... And since you two are so eager to start, I'll take you out tonight. Dinner. A place I know, nice, wonderful food and not too expensive."<br><br>He took the collar, caressed it slowly, and handed it to Kate. "My first command is this. Until we go out for dinner tonight, you two lovebirds can't have sex. And both of you must think about having sex with each other, or with other people, where you want and how you want, at least three times today. But you can't do anything. Fantasizing only, three times, until tonight." He knew that, by his own rules, he didn't have the right to give commands to Phill. His friend was in a dominating position with him. But hey, he was the teacher, right? And a teacher needs to be strict, sometimes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 00:02:25</strong>
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				Kate looked over at Simon as he began to speak. It sounded simple enough and she felt a stirring of anticipation. This was something that seemed to ring true, in some form. The little joke about criminal records, though, it was cute but that was twice now that Simon had joked about the farther side. 'Only a little pain... nothing to jeopardize criminal records' It only peaked Kate's curiosity more. She was kind of interested in knowing just what it all entailed if Simon was speaking about such things. But maybe they really were just jokes.<br><br>Poor Phillup had been agonizing over this desire he had and being so lovely and such a gentleman, he didn't even push her for even regular sex at all. Kate felt awful about that, she always had, which had somewhat snow balled into their sex life being almost non-existent more recently.<br><br>Swallowing her nerves, Kate nodded at Simon as she took the collar from him. She wasn't sure what to do, whether she should put it on now or wait till after dinner that evening.&nbsp; She did have a question beyond that.&nbsp; "When you say that Rumpelstiltskin is not something one can just say randomly, that means, that once I put this on," She caressed the collar as well, "I must do what either of you say and cannot say the safe word because I don't feel like it or something, is that what you mean? I need, or one of you needs, a valid reason to say it, correct?"&nbsp; She looked at Phillup as well.<br><br>"I think I can do this. I want to try."&nbsp; She said softly and put her hand on Phillup's knee. "I want to say that you could have brought this up sooner but, honestly love, I think this was perhaps a good way for it all to have come about." She smiled a little at him, the nerves were there in her eyes but so was her curiosity. It was possible Phillup might not recognize such an expression on her face. <br><br>Looking back at Simon she had one last question for the moment. "Um, when should I put this on first? Well, how do I know when to put it on?" It seemed a silly question as she would be the only one who could predict that but Kate already suffered at not being able to make advances to her husband without this new aspect. "I know that isn't a fair question, I just don't know how to move forward... But I want to." The last she said quickly and then blushed brightly again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 03:53:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; That as they said was that.&nbsp; The collar was out there, the game was explained and his wife had accepted it.&nbsp; It was so damned simple, so damned easy, and it completely had Phill at a loss.&nbsp; Simon was there of course, and his presence and smile was reassuring, but now that he had it to this point, he honestly did not know what to do.&nbsp; Should he kiss her, like in a wedding?&nbsp; She he spank her?&nbsp; He could.&nbsp; He wanted to.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His mind was trafficking so many thoughts he almost misses what Simon was saying.&nbsp; Looking back to his friend he blinks in a bit.&nbsp; Though he tried to hide it, there was a look on his face like boy being handed the best present ever, and then told he couldn’t play with it just yet.&nbsp; While he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, he was sure he wanted to do something.&nbsp; He forces the look away and smiles, oddly glad that Simon had a plan as he really didn’t. Still he blushes as she speaks, “Only three times?&nbsp; Well, that shouldn’t be a problem.” <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over at Kate he smiles and runs his hand through her hair. “Yes.. we need valid reasons to say it.”&nbsp; It was odd to see Kate… tense, he guessed, but nervous?&nbsp; She was always so controlled; he hoped that the nervousness was a good thing.&nbsp; “That’s easy, m’Love.&nbsp; We tell you to, and if you don’t want to, you politely decline with the safe word.&nbsp; Technically, you wouldn’t BE collared, but to keep things simple, I think… I think that is best.”&nbsp; His eagerness getting the best of him he gently takes the collar from his wife and slowly wraps it around her neck, pausing as it nears the clasp, then closes it.&nbsp; Leaning forward he kisses her neck just above the collar.&nbsp; Smiling her looks at her, “You can still safe word out… but the game is afoot now. “&nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing over at Simon he looks back at Kate, “For this evening.. refer to Simon as ‘Sir’, and me… “&nbsp; Phill blushes, “Me… as… ‘Master’.&nbsp; While in the house.&nbsp; Outside…&nbsp; I guess… um… use your discretion.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Phill frowned slightly, he own command hadn’t been as smooth or well thought out as Simon’s had been.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>28-03-2014, 11:20:04</strong>
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				"Very well." Simon finished his sandwich and stood up. "Thanks a lot for the lunch. Now I really have to go, I have to work this afternoon. See you tonight at half past seven... Remember your duty." He shook hands with Phill, giving Kate a warm smile while she was still kneeling next to her husband. Phill was right, she was incredibly beautiful and very erotic. He felt a little bit jealous: his friend had such a smart, gorgeous wife! He should seriously find a girlfriend...<br><br>He walked out, thinking about Kate and Phillup. Sure, the no sex command was a little mean. But control was exactly the point, so if they could restrain themselves, they were going to understand better, and enjoy themselves much more. It was going to be a long afternoon of shooting. To stop the director from shouting bloody massacre and freaking out all day long, he should come up with some mind reading skills. Simon hoped that someone else in his team was secretly a psychic. He knew he wasn't going to be very much focused on his job. And he had to cancel the drums lesson with Timothy that evening: sure, the chubby boy was talented and fast learning, and his dad was paying good money, but his friend Phill and their special dinner came first. That was going to be a very, very interesting evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>30-03-2014, 20:12:40</strong>
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				It was not uncommon that Phillup would offer her affection. They were affectionate to a degree in their normal lives. It was kneeling by his feet and receiving affection that was making his touch seem more than affection. It was intimate and in a way, almost powerful. His hand running over her head, through the soft, blonde hair that covered it. She smiled a little and glanced shyly over at Simon.<br><br>Kate can feel that her eyes are opened wider than normal, her blinks feel as if she has to think about them. She can imagine she may look frightened but there is a smile on her face. It is still not a normal expression for her and she looks at Phillup, obviously unsure of what to do next, not just her questions indicating that. She can always say the safe word if she feels too uncomfortable; <em>it has to be a valid reason, I can't just feel uncomfortable... I have to figure out how to understand feeling uncomfortable and feeling ... uncomfortable?</em> Kate's thoughts were all over the map, her mind racing. The collar slipped from her fingers and drew her attention from her thoughts.<br><br>Her eyes are still wide as Phillup carefully and tenderly puts the delicate, gem encrusted band of soft leather around her neck. She kneels still, her eyes closing as he finishes fastening and leans forward. Never had such a soft kiss had such a powerful effect on her. Kate looks up to her husband, his smile and his eyes warm and excited in one. It's started. As he'd fastened this collar about her throat she became his slave for the time being. <br><br>Kate's heart beat quickly in her chest, her breathing quickening as well. She was unsure of what she was feeling and looked between the two men as Phillup told her how she was to address them. She could only nod and returned Simon's smile as he left. She turned back to her husband and swallowed, feeling the way the collar sat noticeably for the action.<br><br>"No sex..." She said softly. It wasn't as if they just rutted like animals all of the time and needed to be reined in. But now that Simon had said they could not if they wanted to, Kate found herself curiously interested in having sex, more so than usual, that was certain.<br><br>"I should clean up..." Kate said but did not rise to do so. She wasn't sure as to why, but she felt different in an overall sense. "I am not sure how to move forward, though. Phillup, I know nothing of this type of.... I am curious now, yes but I don't know how to <em>be</em>." She said and finally rose to her feet, fastidiously brushing off her knees and straightening her skirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>01-04-2014, 02:23:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Ah.&nbsp; Well.. perhaps, a bit of a demonstration?”&nbsp; When his wife stands he does as well, and places a hand on her back and guides her to rest her hands on the arm of the chair.&nbsp; He pauses at that moment, completely uncertain of what to do with her.&nbsp; Unable to resist, he raises her skirt to see what she is wearing beneath. <br>For a moment all he can really do is stare at her.&nbsp; He has seen her naked many times before, but this time is was different.&nbsp; It was on his terms in a way.&nbsp; He wanted her skirt raised, so it was raised.&nbsp; Brining his hand up, he hesitates, and then just softly touches her raised bottom.&nbsp; He just caresses her shapely bottom, taking time to appreciate how lovely she is, how nice of an ass she has.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pulling himself back from his thoughts, he reminds himself why he started this in the first place.&nbsp; Again, he raises his hand, and again he hesitates.&nbsp; This time he brings his hand down to smack against her ass, but with very little force.&nbsp; It makes a nice smack sound, but it wasn’t very hard.&nbsp; He simply couldn’t bring himself to strike her that hard.&nbsp; This was his wife, everything he had ever been told said he wasn’t to hit her.&nbsp; Society told him hitting women was wrong, end of story.&nbsp; He hopes Simon could show him how to overcome that, and how to hit without harming her.&nbsp; Even though his strikes were light; he found it an incredible sensation to spank her, and gave her 20 evenly paced spankings.&nbsp; None of them very hard, but it was a step forward.&nbsp; He had actually punished her… he wasn’t sure she would see it that way.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Master.&nbsp; That is how you refer to me, you are collared, and you are my slave.&nbsp; Simon, lest you forget, is ‘Sir’.&nbsp; It would be a shame if I had to spank you like an errant child if you forget that at the restaurant.”&nbsp; Phill wasn’t positive he could go through with that, or if it would even be safe to do that.&nbsp; The tone in his voice though suggested he liked the idea at least.&nbsp; “Remove your blouse, and your skirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Put on an apron, and then you may start cleaning.&nbsp; Fetch a cup of coffee first, make certain to put it on a tray, and kneel when you present it to me.”&nbsp; Phill almost winced at that one; he was getting ahead of himself.&nbsp; He needed the coffee though; it was that or more whiskey.&nbsp; Coffee seemed safer.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Still he didn’t want to scare Kate away from this.&nbsp; The order was out there, so all he could do is wait and see what she would do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>01-04-2014, 03:57:26</strong>
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				"A demonstration?" She asked as Phillup had her bend forward. Her hands gripped the arms tightly as he raised her skirt and revealed her barely covered backside. The white lace thong and the tops of her stockings bared to his eyes. Kate finds she cannot say anything and is strangely excited by just what might happen. The gentle touch of his warm hand pulls a soft sigh from her lips.<br><br>Kate was about to remind Phillup that they were not to have sex so he best not stare at her backside like he was when he brought his hand back down with a smack. It was not hard but it startled a soft yelp out of her. Kate didn't know how to react. She was shocked but not upset. Another smack, just as soft and it occurred to Kate he was spanking her. Is this what he'd wanted to do? Why she was wearing this collar?&nbsp; Why Simon had been called in?<br><br>Her mind raced. She was nervous and embarrassed and despite the softness of the smacks there was a heat in her rear. Kate was unsure how many he'd given but she found why she had earned a spanking. Kate wondered how many more times she might have to take a spanking to learn that lesson. She did turn and look up to his handsome face as he dared to suggest he might spank her in public. The idea appealed to him, she could see it. Kate couldn't help the small grin to see his excitement. <br><br>She said nothing but lowered her eyes as he gave his directions. Her cheeks burned could she do it? Serve him in her underwear? It didn't feel like something that was worthy using the safeword. Kate visibly struggled with the order but not because she was offended and upset. Finally she did as ordered with her cheeks burning hot enough they would melt ice in minutes.<br><br>Kate couldn’t bring herself to speak. Her throat felt dry and scratchy. She laid the blouse and skirt neatly over the back of the chair she'd been leaning on and without being able to look at Phillup she went to the kitchen to don an apron and fetch a coffee for her... Master. The small smile was playing around her lips as she returned to Phillup and knelt down before him, raising the tray with the mug. Her cheeks were still crimson and the smile continued, almost turning into a nervous giggle. Kate realized she might actually enjoy this game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>10-04-2014, 04:03:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill’s mind was racing and as he watched his wife he had to wonder at the wisdom of having her undress.&nbsp; She was quite lovely, and he had agreed to Simon’s orders, but there was so much added to it.&nbsp; No fruit is as sweet as the one forbidden.&nbsp; With his wife already a sweet fruit he desired, forbidden made it all the worse.&nbsp; Added to that was she was his.&nbsp; A voice in his mind reminded him that she was his as this game allowed only, but a voice that had been quite for far too long just agreed, she was his.<br>Phill managed to settle in a chair without missing as his gaze didn’t want to leave the lovely collared woman before him.&nbsp; He watched her struggle with his order, but he made no sound or move to help her decide, and when she began undressing he was glad he had waited.&nbsp; It made the view of her all the more sweet.&nbsp; To be sure this was not the first time he had seen his wife in her underthings.&nbsp; Nor was it the first time she had brought him coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the first time she had done both because he had told her to.&nbsp; Not politely asked, or cajoled, he had ordered her to strip and serve him coffee, and here she was.&nbsp; The smile on her lips made her half naked form all the more enticing.&nbsp; He had to be cool, confidant, and suave.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he reached for the coffee cup he returned her nervous grin with one of his, “Gosh…&nbsp; I… wow.&nbsp; You have always been lovely, beyond beautiful, but this… this lends an exotic edge to your loveliness.&nbsp; I might have to do something to get even with Simon for his order.”&nbsp; Reaching his hand out he actually managed to get his coffee without spilling the hot liquid on her vulnerable form.&nbsp; His hand only shook a little.&nbsp; “Do get the mess cleaned up, my pet.&nbsp; You still need to get your chores done.”&nbsp; In truth, they tended to split some of the chores, but now hers were a requirement.&nbsp; “When you are done with your chores, you will need to get a few outfits ready.&nbsp; I am not sure of the dress code, so, find something casual, and something more formal.&nbsp; The catch is that both have to have a shorter skirt.&nbsp; No playing coy, slave, you know what I mean.&nbsp; Now, get to work.&nbsp; Curtsy first.”&nbsp; Phill felt a tad drunk on power, but she was his.&nbsp; She was lovely, and she was wearing a collar.&nbsp; Cleaning wasn’t what he wanted her to do, but it would do till he do more with her.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he watched her he winced inwardly at his earlier words, suave wasn’t exactly what he managed, but still, it proved she wanted to do this as she tolerated his fumbling attempts.&nbsp; It was a war waged internally, the desires locked in his mind struggling to break free from his gentlemanly manners.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was afraid that the darker desired in him would engulf him, and the man Kate loved wouldn’t be that guy.&nbsp; With his wife collared and scantily clad, there was not much for the fears to latch onto at the moment, so they were mute whispers in the back of his mind. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, and my pet?&nbsp; When you are done choosing your outfits, kneel just here."&nbsp; He indicates a spot near his feet.&nbsp; "You can wait there till after I talk with Simon."&nbsp; He smiles at his lovely wife pet, and takes a sip of his coffee hoping he was more suave that time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 00:57:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.magxone.com/uploads/2009/05/scarlett-johansson-ok-magazine-germany-march-2.jpg)</div><br>It was a powerful experience for Kate. She had time to dwell on the way she was feeling. It was not something she was used to feeling, that was certain. It was a sexual feeling, an excitement as she knelt before Phillup and presented his coffee to him. It was also sweet to see he was nervous too, his grin and the initial stammer making her giggle. A strange sound from Kate. <br><br>She only giggled again as he spoke, specifically about getting even with Simon. Kate was feeling it was now a tougher rule to follow even for herself but she was also encouraged. This "game" was inspiring things in her mind and body. There was a flash of heat as he referred to her saying <em>my pet</em>. The surge of excitement growing as Phillup seemed to revel in his new control of her. <br><br>With a neat curtsy, Kate almost giggled again as she murmured "Yes Master." and went about her chores. She was very aware of the way her husband’s eyes followed her. Kate began to realize, her choice of under-things might always be a bit more on the sexy side than she realized. She’d always preferred lace and silk, spending extra for higher end items. She also had always preferred stockings and a garter belt to panty-hose. She was much more aware of all of this as she went about cleaning the house after the little lunch.<br><br>Everytime she passed near to Phillup as she cleaned, Kate found herself wondering… maybe even wishing… for him to rise up and use his slave. She found herself aroused by the image. His slim but athletic body, rising and walking calmly to her without saying a word. He would bend her forward over the chair again and maybe even spank her more, for fun this time, maybe even harder. Kate gasped softly at herself for such a thought that was so out of place in her mind. The fantasy continued with him not even bothering to remove her panties, merely pushing them aside as he plunged into her. She could even hear his voice in her ear, low, passionate and calling her his slave, his toy even his slut. Kate made a soft noise and felt her cheeks flushing as she hurried a little out of the room and into the kitchen again to stifle the blush and giggles that wanted to come out.<br><br>Simon had said they were to fantasize at least three times. This was certainly becoming a frequent one already. Vaguely she wondered what more Phillup wanted to do. She wasn’t entirely certain of what more there was.<br><br>The chores complete, Kate spent some time choosing outfits to lay out, would Phillup be deciding what she wore often, she wondered. Kate chose a classic 'little black dress', a small skirt that was a little shorter than the one she'd been wearing today and a coordinating blouse and a short pleated skirt that was about as long as the one today but wide with again a coordinating blouse. She left them neatly on their bed and returned to Phillup, a small smile still played around her lips as she knelt down where he'd indicated and tucked some of her fair wavy hair behind her ear.<br><br>"Do you know something about this ... um game already?" She asked softly looking up at him curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 09:53:43</strong>
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				Evening arrived sooner than Simon expected. A moment he was working, setting cameras and filming, then in a blink of an eye the afternoon was gone and he was listening to the director telling everyone to go home. He had been thinking about Phill and Kate's game: steps, possibilities, obstacles, what to do, what to do not, and so on. His thoughts kept him busy. And aroused. <em>I really have to find a girlfriend... </em>He thought on his way home. Luckily, he wasn't tired. On the contrary, he felt eager and full of energy. He showered quickly and put on some clean clothes, nothing too sharp - not that he had lots of dashing suits, not at all! - but good looking nonetheless.<br><br>When he was ready, he quickly texted Phill, walking down the stairs and jumping on a taxi.<br>SKIRT &amp; NO PANTIES 4KATE. IF PANTYHOSE: VERY VERY THIN. 19:45 AT ROMEO'S CAFE
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 03:18:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phill’s attention was mostly on the scantily clad beauty he had moving around the house.&nbsp; There was one instance of a spill of coffee on his leg, but even with the hiss of pain he felt it worth it to see her moving around cleaning.&nbsp; His mind was already moving through planning things ahead as to what to do next, but really most of his plans were keeping her scantily clad, and was more in line of ‘horny male’ thoughts than anything truly diabolical.&nbsp; Still, they were entertaining so he didn’t bother thinking things through.&nbsp; He managed to only come to one conclusion in the time he watched his wife.&nbsp; That thought was simply while he enjoyed seeing her in next to nothing; it might actually be a tad dangerous for sensitive body parts Phill liked playing with.&nbsp; So, he would have to get her something more practical to clean in. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He was about to text Simon when a text came in from him.&nbsp; He read it over and his eyebrows raised a little.&nbsp; He typed out a simple message, ‘All right.’&nbsp; Then hit send, and after a brief pause he sent ’You rotten bastard’.&nbsp; Phill felt Simon should damn well know why Phill sent that message.&nbsp; Can’t have sex, Phill grumbled to himself.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Getting up to his feet Phill patted his leg, as he grinned at his wife, “Crawl after me… actually, no.&nbsp; Crawl in front of me, to the bedroom where your clothes await.”&nbsp; It’s not real shock where Phill’s eyes stayed the entire time, and it took much of his will power to not just take her right then and there.&nbsp; For Phill this was a test for him as well, if he could not control his own desires, he had no business tying this lovely woman up.&nbsp; So, he watched as she crawled.&nbsp; “I know a few things.&nbsp; I have designed some... items for Simon.&nbsp; A self-locking and unlocking cage was my best design so far.”&nbsp; He pauses a moment, “You know, I have the specs for that still.&nbsp; I could actually remake that.”&nbsp; He moves to the side and moves his gaze up to look at Kate’s face, smiles, and continues talking, “I also did this telescoping whipping post, but that was mostly hydraulics, and wasn’t hard per say.&nbsp; I haven’t ever... done… anything if that’s what you are asking.&nbsp; You would be my first slave.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Looking over the bed, he was starting to falter, Could he really do this to her?&nbsp; Did he really want to?&nbsp; What about respecting women?&nbsp; His conscious mind, taught to be a gentleman yelled at him.&nbsp; Another part of his mind answered back, clearly she wants this.&nbsp; She hasn’t protested.&nbsp; Kate has an out, you have to trust her, as she is trusting you.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He eyes looked back to the clothes, and a smile spread over his lips.&nbsp; “Put on the pleated skirt, with the blouse.&nbsp; However, you have some instructions from Simon.&nbsp; No panties, he also said if you ware pantyhose, very very thin.&nbsp; I think we can amend that to wear stockings and garters.&nbsp; There is something about having you accessible,“ he puts a slight emphasis on that word, “that really has my blood boiling.&nbsp; I am going to add, the collar remains on, even though we will be in public.&nbsp; I will have the key with me for safety, if needs be…“ he had to give her an out easier than safewording out.&nbsp; He thought a moment, and smiled. “You can make a trade though.&nbsp; If you want the collar off before we leave, you will have to do two things on the return trip.”&nbsp; He wanted to think of something diabolical, but horny male won out.&nbsp; Though, there was some diabolical in that. “On the trip back home, you have to remove your blouse, and preform orally.”&nbsp; Phill blushed; he didn’t quite make that as suave as he wanted to. “I will leave you to get dressed, and I will meet you downstairs.”&nbsp; Phill paused at the door, “Don’t dawdle, I don’t want to be late…. And I didn’t mean singing.”&nbsp; He still blushed, and smiled nervously.&nbsp; Inwardly he poked at himself, telling himself he needed to be more suave at this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 04:09:52</strong>
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				Kneeling quietly, Kate watched as Phillup received a text, his face reacting to something then he grumbled as he replied. When he stood, though, Kate was about to rise as well when he patted his leg. She looked up at his grin and frown, unsure what he was thinking until he orders her to crawl. She smirked a little but did as told. She didn't understand precisely, aside from the fact he could watch her nearly bare buttocks and thighs as she did so. It was rather humiliating. She blushed deeply and listened as he explained what he knew.<br><br>A cage... a whipping post... Kate was not sure how he expected her to react to these things. Would he want to whip her? Cage her like an animal? It was only two things but they were two enormous things. It would take some thought. A lot of this would take some thought. She soon learned she had much more immediate things to think about as Phillup told her which outfit to wear and that Simon had ordered no panties.<br><br>Kate watched her husband's face as he explained. His eyes took on a sort of dark glow, if there could be such a thing, as he spoke of his blood boiling at her being 'accessible'. His voice seemed to deepen, like he was transforming into some sort of animal. There was a growl behind the words and she wondered if he was getting hard at the thought of her being in public without panties. His being aroused did not bother her, it pleased her, in fact. But the idea of being out of the house without panties in a skirt that could fly up if there was a wind, was unnerving. So many things to consider and this was just a trial phase.<br><br>Phillup merely compounded things by telling her the collar would remain on in public. Her delicate fingers touched the band around her throat hesitantly and she considered whether it would be seen as a collar or if someone else might see it as a lovely jewelled choker. But what if they saw someone they knew? The alternative was to drive home topless and giving her husband oral pleasure as he drove. <br><br>Kate had remained silent as Phillup spoke, merely taking it all in until he left her to dress at which point she sat down on the bed, a little overwhelmed. She nearly called him back to say she couldn't do this, any of this. Something kept her silent. Something had her rising and preparing to dress. She removed her current undergarments and freshened up in the adjoining bathroom. Kate then dressed. She put on a clean bra, white lace for under her white blouse and a matching garter belt. Stockings were carefully pulled on and clipped to the garter before she pulled on the outfit Phillup... her Master had chosen for her to wear. She felt more comfortable as her mind considered everything she had learned in the short time. She would have many questions.<br><br>With modest heels on, she joined her husband downstairs and smiled shyly at him. It was a bit exciting, in the end, to secretly be without panties. She lifted her skirt to show Phillup she had complied ... obeyed, she corrected her thoughts. "I will keep the collar on but I appreciate that you gave me a choice." She murmured and tucked some of her hair behind her ear again as Phillup ushered her out of the house and held the car door for her and soon enough they had arrived at the restaurant. Kate trembled slightly as she stepped out of the car and saw Simon waiting for them. She smiled shyly at him as well and felt her cheeks flush brightly.<br><br>"Phillup wished me to wear the collar... he gave me the option though. I thought... well... I guess you can see what I decided." She trailed off and lowered her eyes.&nbsp; "I guess wish was not the right word. He told me the collar would stay on but if I wished it off I would have to ... I guess it's like taking a penalty." But Kate could not bring herself to say what her option had been to wearing the collar out. The collar of her button up blouse partially covered the collar anyway, which had made the choice easier for the reserved woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 17:04:16</strong>
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				"If Phill did give you a choice, I guess he had his good reasons to!" Simon smiled lightly and winked quickly at his friend. "By the way, the collar looks beautiful on your neck. Very classy." Kate didn't specify what kind of penalty she'd have to take for not wearing the collar, but he could easily guess something from her blush and her embarrassed looks she gave at her husband. Well, if he was right, she was going to be much more embarrassed. And quite soon. Simon opened the restaurant door, to let the couple in, looking a them with the same light smile. He didn't need to ask if his orders had been followed. Phill's face was very explicit about it. He looked excited, but there were arousal and anger boiling just below the surface of his eyes. He was almost literally radiating heat.<br><br>The raven haired guy guided the couple through Romeo Cafe. It was very small, but a really a nice place, tastefully furnished, good jazz music - both old and modern - as a background, genuine&nbsp; Italian food, and if someone was ready to lighten his wallet to impress his friends, a few fine wines. Prices weren't too merciless, though, or Simon wouldn't be a regular customer. He pointed at a cozy table, far from the door and the more crowded part of the restaurant. "Please have a seat, my friends. Food is a form of lust, too, and here I'm positive that you'll eat very well." He let Phil sit in front of Kate, then he sat down, skimming through the menu.<br><br>"Mmm... I'm so undecided... Should I pick the fillet with mushrooms or the chicken? Probably fillet... What are you going to eat, Phill?" He looked at Phillup, rubbing his forehead, with a malicious smile. He put a small hadwritten note between the menu he gave to Phill. It read: MASTURBATE HER WITH YOUR FOOT. START WHEN WAITRESS COMES WITH FOOD.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 03:03:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill couldn’t take his eyes off his wife as they headed into the restaurant, he was insanely curious if the skirt would show anything.&nbsp; He couldn’t help a rueful smile as he felt like a little boy trying to see up the skirt of a passing dame.&nbsp; When Kate explains he can’t help but blush as well as he had some minor hopes that she would choose to not wear the collar.&nbsp; Still, she looked so lovely, so exotic, he forgave her.&nbsp; &nbsp;For his part, Phill just wiggled his eyebrows at Simon when Kate wasn’t looking as part of his explanation of what the ‘penalty’ might have been.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Love the choice in music.&nbsp; This is a nice place, I really need to open my horizons more and find places like this.”&nbsp; Looking over at Simon he grins a bit, “I guess that is what this is all about though, isn’t it?”&nbsp; Phill raises an eyebrow at Simon at the curious phrasing but doesn’t comment on it.&nbsp; Again a raised eyebrow as he takes the menu.&nbsp; “Kate, don’t forget your,” Pausing a moment he puts a slight emphasis on the next word, “manners.&nbsp; I will, I promise, carry through on my threat.” <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Opening the menu he nods, “You know, a fillet with mushrooms sounds…”&nbsp; He trails off looking at the menu.&nbsp; It must the prices that have ground Phill to stop as he stares at the menu.&nbsp; It has to be the prices.&nbsp; What else could possibly cause him to just stare at a menu?&nbsp; Surely not a surprising note left for him to torment his wife.&nbsp; Looking up the menu, he looks over at Simon, then to Kate, to the menu, to Kate, and back to the menu.&nbsp; “In retrospect, I think I will have the T-bone.&nbsp; That looks remarkably good for some reason.”&nbsp; In truth, by a nice twice of fate, it was listed right below the note and in absence of not having his wife, the steak sure looked tasty.&nbsp; Reaching up he takes out the note and slips it nonchalantly into his coat pocket.&nbsp; “What about you, Kate?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill pauses a moment and looks over at Simon, “I think.. I think my dear Kate needs a nickname.&nbsp; For the occasion, you know?&nbsp; Kat would be the common, but for some reason I am leaning towards ‘kitten’.&nbsp; Just think of the Halloween costume we can find her.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 16:33:30</strong>
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				Simon's eyes fell, here and there, on Kate. To be more specific, on Kate's legs. She was really a beautiful woman, with long, slender legs, a skin who looked so smooth... He wondered for an idle moment how would it feel to caress or kiss that skin. Or spank, for example. For a moment he sympathized with his friend, having such a gorgeous girl at his side and having to restrain his cravings. But hey, control was their main course. Teaching, and control. He shook lightly his head, trying to get rid of such fantasies. Not the right time, not the right place. Maybe, maybe, in time. "I'm glad you like this place. - he answered Phillupp with a half smile - I hope you'll like it even more when you taste their food. When I feel rich, I come here!"<br><br>His friend was studying the menu intently. The note, thought Simon. Phill's not sure what to do. We'll see. Looking interrogatively at Kate, he called the waitress. It was a game he liked. Public place. The embarrassment, the excitation. Trying to avoid being noticed doing something kinky, but the fear pf getting caught adding to the pleasure. It wasn't something one could explain, no matter how good he was with words. It had to be tried, to be understood. Simon was well aware that not everyone shared his kinks. Maybe Phill and Kate would prefer something completely different. In a more private, intimate place. But they had the option of calling Rumpelstiltskin.<br><br>"And Kitten sounds just perfect, Phill. I agree with you." he nodded to his friend, waiting for his next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 05:20:36</strong>
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				Her eyes dart around the restaurant as Simon guides them through to a less crowded section and indicates the seats they should take. Before she can start to feel calmer again, Phillup meets her eyes and reminds her of her 'manners'. She blushes brighter than ever as the reminder includes his threat to correct her with a spanking even in public. She didn't know if he was serious or teasing and glances at Simon with a small smile.<br><br>"Yes Master." She murmurs and glances between the men again. "And thank you for the compliment, Sir." She says softly to Simon. She took time to look over the menu once that was done, glad for a time to be silent and try and determine how she was to behave as a slave, out in public. She was confident Phillup did not want to display her openly as his slave but in reality they'd barely scratched the surface, Kate had very little notion of what it was meant to be like as her husband's slave. What would he enjoy in this vein?<br><br>Kate had been about to ask what had caused Phillup to trail off like he had when he picked up with a different choice. She smiled and returned her eyes to her own menu as he asks her her own choice. Before she can begin her answer, Phillup brings up his desire to give her a nickname. She looks to Simon then back at her husband as he makes his suggestion at which point she blushes and lowers her eyes from both men. "That is a very lovely nickname... Master." She blushes deeper than before and is now unable to remember what she'd been about to answer as her choice for dinner.<br><br>"Um, I think I'd like the carbonara." she said after a moment to regain herself, her cheeks certainly brighter than ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 23:45:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phill runs the text over in his mind a moment or two, and then smiles at Kate as she remembers to use the appellations for him and Simon.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure smiling at her was much of an award, but he would get to that soon.&nbsp; Right after the food was delivered it would seem.&nbsp; There was some logistics to consider with those instructions, should he leave his shoes on?&nbsp; Would socks be a bad idea?&nbsp; Ultimately, he decided to lose the shoes, so at least he could feel his lovely wife.&nbsp; Other concerns crowded in on his thoughts, and he smiled, a polite smile really. “Excuse me for just a moment.”&nbsp; Getting up he sets his napkin on the table and moves over to his wife to kiss the top of her head.&nbsp; “Do order for me, Kitten.&nbsp; The T-bone with a Guinness will be perfect.”&nbsp; More to drink probably wasn’t the best thing, but it had been a few hours sense his shots of whiskey, and really it wasn’t that much to drink.&nbsp; A nice dark beer went amazing with steak, Guinness being the best of those.&nbsp; He always imagined his English ancestors spinning in their graves as he drank an Irish beer.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; With that said he gives Simon a nod and heads into the bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;Settling into the stall he pulls off his shoe and uses his small pocket nail trimmers to trim his toe nails back a bit more.&nbsp; He never really dealt with his toenails; they were hidden in a shoe and that beneath a sock.&nbsp; Still, that area was very sensitive, and he doubted that his wife would enjoy getting jabbed it was going to be awkward enough.&nbsp; Sure, he knew the mechanics of fingering women, but how did one ‘toe’ a woman?&nbsp; So he took a few precautions and hoped he wasn’t being overly cautious.&nbsp; He ignored the odd looks he got, and put his sock into his coat pocket and slipped his shoe back on before returning to the table.&nbsp; “Ah, good, drinks are here, that must mean food has been ordered.”&nbsp; Reaching his leg forward he puts his shoe on his wife’s chair, making sure to move her knees apart.&nbsp; Knowing his wife to be a proper woman, he knew her legs would be together.&nbsp; All ladies sat thus, and it amused him greatly to offer such an alternative.&nbsp; Slaves don’t always get the same modesty, so using his foot he nudged her legs further apart so her knees were at the corner of the chair, and then merely left his foot resting between them.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; If he felt jittery, he could only imagine how Kate felt.&nbsp; His lovely kitten, and oh how much he wanted to toy with her.&nbsp; It was oddly intoxicating to be dominating her in public, with no one the wiser.&nbsp; Well, maybe Simon.&nbsp; Looking over at his friend he grins, “So, still working on your latest master piece in the theater?&nbsp; At work they got me designing a part, well a cog.&nbsp; Simple machining procedure really, but that cog is important enough that I have a couple of meetings about it already.&nbsp; I have to say, there are times I envy your job.”&nbsp; Ah, normal conversation, he wanted that layer there.&nbsp; In part he figured Kate would appreciate a bit of normality, and in part it was to help her feel the abnormality of being there, collared, his, and how much he wasn’t teasing her though he could.&nbsp; It was an interesting anthropology study; would the lack of a touch tease as much as a touch?&nbsp; He would know later, for now, it was normal conversation.&nbsp; Looking over at Kate he smiles as if nothing was amiss, “So the carbonara?&nbsp; I thought for sure you were going to get sirloin.&nbsp; Maybe that is just me though.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 05:21:39</strong>
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				Being nervous and uncertain was frustrating for Kate. She was used to being in control, of at least herself. This took that control from her, all control with the collar on, if she was understanding it correctly. She was out to dinner with her husband and his friend, in public with a collar locked about her throat. She knew it was unlikely anyone else would see it for what it was and where they sat was far from the crowd. She was without panties as well. It was unheard of! Yet here she was, obedient to Phillup and Simon's commands. That spoke volumes to Kate as she considered the implications. She was more than curious, it would seem.<br><br>As Phillup rose, Kate glanced at Simon. Was this the start of a plan they had to toy with the slave she was to be? She smiled at Phillup as he kissed her head, always such a sweet, endearing gesture. She would indeed order for him. The waitress passed him as he went to the washroom and within a few moments we had our orders placed. She was so aware of her pantyless state as she sat at the table smiling at Simon now and then, rather shyly. When the drinks arrived, she sipped a little at her white wine but really drank more water than anything. When Phillup came back she smiled at him warmly and small talk continued.<br><br>Kate sat with her feet crossed and to the side of where she sat. Her posture was always good. To some she appeared to be a regal ice queen. She was well aware of how she was perceived by her co-workers. She didn’t agree with the assessment until it became obvious her husband wished to make a change. The biggest relief was that he was not looking to leave her for her prim and repressed ways, he wished to add an element that took her ability to refuse or avoid intimacy with him. For some reason, this was easier for Kate to deal with than if he’d sat her down and asked they try to have sex more often.<br><br>Then she felt his foot nudging at her. Her eyes rose to look at him curiously as he made her spread her knees enough to allow his foot to rest between her legs on her chair. Her cheeks flushed obviously right away and she lowered her gaze to the flickering candle at the centre of the table. More nudging and she was forced to spread her legs so that the entire width of her chair was between her knees. Her breathing had quickened as she sensed the pressure of his foot just resting on the front of her chair. Kate was more aware than she was before of the fact she had no panties on. Perhaps that was why his foot remained, to keep her knees apart.<br><br>“Yes, I felt more like pasta tonight, the sauce is a bit richer than I typically enjoy, true, but a sirloin is a lot of meat for…” She’d been looking at Phillup as he spoke to her but quickly dropped her eyes again and covered her lips with her fingertips as she got what he was saying.&nbsp; Her eyes darted to Simon and she was certain she must be giving off more heat from her cheeks than the candle at this point. Kate giggled a little, mostly for her own density. Her first reaction would normally be to scold him for such a naughty thing but she did not and in fact didn’t think to immediately. Perhaps because Simon was there and it would create more of a scene. Yet it did not explain why she giggled instead of frowned.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 11:13:08</strong>
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				Kate's embarrassment was evident and undeniably beautiful. Maybe Phill was so eager to start their secret game that he got to work in advance. Perfect. Simon played along with the normal conversation, curious about his friend's performance under the table and Kate's reaction to it. <em>We'll see soon enough</em>, he thought.<br><br>"No, my good friend, I'm not dealing with a masterpiece... - he complained, shaking his head with a smile - Just a pompous, snobbish thing that wants desperately to look like a piece of art, but in my opinion is going to end up as one of the most boring works ever to hit the big screen." While talking, he was keeping an eye on both husband and wife, trying to follow the concealed events. "Something about a writer wannabe who think he's gay, but falls in love with this older woman. She's an art dealer or something. And we follow their relationship, all long stares and deep silences ad everything. Heck, it's boring even telling about it. Not a single ninja nor a zombie for all the movie! And the director doesn't want to shoot in theatres: oh no guys, it looks so fake! Artificial lights in her precious arty movie! All natural. It's going to take forever." Simon rubbed his forehead, just thinking at how many times they had to shot the first kiss scene gave him a headache.<br><br>"And you had two meeting about a single cog? Wow, that must be one of the most important cogs in the history of engineering... I bet that, once you've designed it, it'll be glad about all the attention and care you gave. You'll make a happy cog!" He smiled to Phill. He liked to mock his job, picturing him like a tinker in a candle lighted steampunk laboratory, messing with cogs, pulleys and contraptions of incredible complexity. He knew that his friend had really an important job. Phill was brilliant, in many ways, and Simon was sure that his friend was going to win a lot of prizes, with his engineering. But it was far more fun imagining him busy with building a robot army to take over the world.<br><br>"Looks like our food is here. - Simon nodded towards the pretty waitress with their dinner - I'm sure that you'll love the carbonara, Kate. They make a delicious pasta."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 02:26:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Yes, when the cog graduates from cog college, and grows up to become a sprocket it will lament fondly the devotion I had over it creation.&nbsp; It will speak of me weathering the trials and tribulations of the meetings, and pre-meetings to ensure its success.&nbsp; Or, more likely, I will gray early and grow a beard.”&nbsp; Phill nods as if the last part made any sense and moves on. “No zombies?&nbsp; Well, aside from the two main actors it sounds like.&nbsp; Hey, maybe you can insert a track when it goes into production, where sometimes their conversation is replaced with variants of the word ‘brains’.&nbsp; You know, to phonetically fill in what they really said.&nbsp; It could add a whole dimension to the project.”&nbsp; <br>Looking over at the food for a moment his gaze falls on his wife. “Dinner has never looked so… delicious.”&nbsp; He doesn’t note the plate set before him, but does manage to get a polite, ‘thank-you’ out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Under the table, Phill’s foot retracts from its spot between his wife’s legs.&nbsp; He carefully pulls his foot from his shoe and starts poking at his own food.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Though he gives his food curious glances, his eyes are his wife as his foot moves slowly back between her legs, then forward.&nbsp; With as gentle a touch he can manage he runs his toes down her smooth soft skin, the smile on his lips is something between a naughty school boy and a villain.&nbsp; He knows he should break his staring, he will draw far too much attention, but he wants to savor the look in her eyes when she realizes just what is going to happen.&nbsp; Unless she stops it, of course, but that is the last thing on his mind.&nbsp; His foot pauses just above the small patch of hair, the slowly moves down and Phill is mildly startled to note how warm she is.&nbsp; Pulling his foot back a degree he presses in with the ball of his foot and slowly works that along her slit.&nbsp; He is positive now, he wasn’t imagining it… his quiet little kitten has something of a wild side.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A smile spreads over his lips, “You look a little flush, m’dear.&nbsp; Are you okay?”&nbsp; &nbsp;He glances over at Simon, “I can’t think of a time I have ever been this eager for dessert.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 08:46:19</strong>
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				The return of the server with their food took the presence of Phillup's foot between her spread knees from her mind and she automatically went to close her legs only to have her husband's shoe caught between her knees. She darted her eyes to Phill then Simon as she spread her legs again. Her cheeks smoldered along as she sat as placidly as she could. "Thank you." She murmured to the waitress.<br><br>"I'll be back in a moment with parmesan and pepper, I'll bring you more water as well." The last was said directly to Kate who managed to smile and nod.<br><br>Kate knew when his foot left, the pressure on the cushioning eased but she kept her legs spread anyways. It was justified by the feeling that she needed to keep her legs apart until one of the men told her differently. That seemed like it was part of this 'game'. Her eyes rose as Phillup commented on the food. She saw the way he was looking at her and lowered her eyes again with a small grin. She was nervous and unsure but she was enjoying it as well. The pressure is back but, more importantly, Kate felt his bare toes running along her inner thigh. She gasped, startled. Her eyes were wide as they stared back at Phillup as his toes moved closer to her mons.<br><br>Just as he began to dabble at her sex, the waitress returned. His foot had left and she thought that was it but she was wrong. The ball of his foot pressed at her folds and began to rub, moving slowly over her sex. <br><br>"Parmesan?" She asked and Kate nodded. She wanted the woman to leave, she was biting her full bottom lip hard and shifted a little as the parmesan was freshly grated over her dish.&nbsp; "Ground pepper?" Kate shook her head and the server asked the men.<br><br>Kate was trying hard not to react and as the waitress turned her back, she let the feeling show for a moment. Not only was she hot and growing wet, she was visibly responding above the table as well. Her eyes darted between the men but she was breathing a little heavier and as the waitress returned with her fresh water. She lifted a slightly shaken hand to pick up her water and take a sip and put it down as Phillup asked her if she was ok. It was the desert comment that brought the shy grin to her face again. Her head&nbsp; bowed as she tried to hide the way it made her feel and she put her hand on Phillup's ankle, pushing at it a little, automatically resistant to such a 'public' display.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 10:44:26</strong>
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				Simon cut a morsel of meat, dipped it in the mushroom gravy and put it in his mouth, savoring the delicious food. Maybe it's true that usually people who love food are the ones that enjoy sex more, too. He knew he read it somewhere reliable, not on the web.<br><br>Eating slowly, he watched Phill and Kate. He was looking focused and wickedly amused. Good, very good. He was starting to really enjoy himself in that kinky situation. His more creative sexual side was stimulated and waking up. His good friend has that light in his eyes, like when he helped him in designing devices to torment Devon. But this time, Phill himself was the villain, and not just a special effects technician. Simon was sure that he was doing a good job under the table, at least by what he saw on Kate's face.<br><br>Oh, Kate... Right now she was one of the sexiest sights he had the pleasure to watch in his life. Her unsteady voice was the perfect match for her flushed cheeks, her heavy breath and her sexy way of biting her lips. Yes, Phillup was doing a good, good job. Simon had to restrain himself: he craved so much joining the fun, one way or another. But this wasn't his moment. He could easily break the delicate balance between pleasure and embarrassment and end up ruining everything. So he waited, vaguely smiling at Kate, to make her know that he was aware of what was going on. And at the same time, ready to make a move if something went amiss. The game had to go on until his perfect conclusion.<br><br>"Mmh, this is amazing, just delicious..." Was he commenting his fillet, or something else?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 05:19:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over at Simon he smiles and is about to say something, but pauses and looks over at Kate.&nbsp; Bolstered by the physical evidence she is enjoying this, Phill’s voice takes a stern edge.&nbsp; He tries for that same tone he uses with the engineers he has to correct.&nbsp; “Kitten. “&nbsp; His tone sharp, rebuking, “You just earned a punishment… you have one way to stop this, that isn’t it.&nbsp; Both hands above the table, Kitten.&nbsp; If you are not using them both to eat, then rest your hand flat on the table.”&nbsp; His eyes lock on to her again, despite his internal thoughts he focuses on the stern ‘you did wrong’ look he uses at work. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Waiting till she complies with his instruction he lets the look slide.&nbsp; Leaning back a moment he hooks his foot behind her, pulling a bit, then presses in on the side of her hip carefully guiding her to reposition the way she is sitting, mostly so he has easier access to her.&nbsp; With her better positioned, his foot returns to his gentle exploration and caressing.&nbsp; It’s oddly sensual and tantalizing for Phill to feel how much she is enjoying what he is doing with her.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It takes a bit of willpower for him to tear his attention off Kate, and actually eat some of his food.&nbsp; After a moment he looks over at Simon as he picks up his glass.&nbsp; “Kitten there was a bit bad, what do you think we should do to convince her to behave more?”&nbsp; It wasn’t that Phill didn’t have any ideas, it was that he had too many ideas, and was having a bit of trouble sorting them out in to categories of safe , sane, or even remotely feasible.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 06:15:47</strong>
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				That tone. Phillup had rarely, if ever, used a sharp tone like that with her. Kate’s cheeks flushed brighter than ever and she darted her eyes to Simon in a guilty way. She cleared her throat and lifted both of her hands to lay on the table. She looked back at her husband, the man she loved. The look on his face was so firm and commanding, she had seen it so rarely and virtually never towards herself. Her heart pounded and she felt the way her mouth twitched into a tiny smile before she lowered her eyes, biting her lip. Between her thighs an ache began, a need like she’d not known in a long time. This physical reaction was much more complex and was shockingly intense. <br><br>The feel of his foot behind her startles a small sound from Kate’s lips again but the tugging and pushing at her, get her shifted a little. In the end, Kate sat so that her hips were tilted differently, Phil’s nudges almost opening her up to him. His foot returns to her and Kate can’t stop the sound she makes. Purely wanton sounding and louder than she would have preferred. Her eyes dart around again, nervous and one of her hands slip from the table top for a second before returning. The way Phillup’s toes move over her, Kate can tell she is far wetter than she was before. Eating is going to be a challenge.<br><br>The men seem to have no problem enjoying their food. Kate attempts to follow suit, picking up her fork though she shifts a little, gasping now and then for the teasing between her spread legs. Her eyes come up quickly to her husband as he explains to Simon. Kate felt the ache between her thighs grow as Phillup posed the question to Simon. It was almost like intoxication, the dizzy sort of excitement she felt at having handed herself over to these two men. Kate realized there really may have been something missing from her marriage and wondered if she would continue to feel as excited as she was now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 08:59:03</strong>
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				Simon smiled vaguely, feeling like the stern professor everybody looks for when the school bullies cross the line. He sipped some water, then looked at his friend Phill, who was very busy dealing with his food and his wife and his overheated brain at the same time. He was definitely having fun, toying with Kate in that secret, exciting way.<br><br>"I see. Well... - he crossed his finger, pensively - Since she was a bit bad, we shouldn't be too hard, but sure she deserves a clear lesson..." Kate he was sure he found the right idea, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell them right now, or keep it for later, a surprise for the experimenting lovebirds. But Phill was his equal, accordind to the game, so he should treat him fairly. So he leaned towards Phill and whispered in his ear. It was a signal for Kate: he and Phill were in charge, taking decisions and sharing ideas, she didn't have the right to know what was going to happen to her.<br><br>"Go on with your little game under the table, you're doing a great job, at least from what I can see on Kitty's face! Then, as a punishment, I think that a good evening of edging will be fitting." Yes, he was sure it was a good idea. He knew, from Phill's confidences, that his beautiful wife had more than a trouble with orgasms. But since when they started their little game, she looked like she was very ready and very eager to feel that special explosion of pleasure. Well, even if Phill managed to make her cum under the table, that was going to be the first and last time for the whole evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 04:14:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The rush was intense.&nbsp; Phill had no idea how utterly intoxicating it was to have someone in his control like this.&nbsp; He had been half afraid she would balk, or would snicker at his attempts but the stern look worked!&nbsp; He couldn't have ever imagined this sort of euphoria, now that he had tasted what this was like, he was addicted.&nbsp; He wanted more of it, he wanted to latch on and direct everything.&nbsp; But, he reminded himself, he had to be in control of himself.&nbsp; Only then could he could watch and learn his lovely wife's tells so he could make her dance like a marionette, and have her love every minute of it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Looking over at Simon with a curious expression but he does lean in as he wonders why.&nbsp; Why keep it from Kate?&nbsp; Ah, of course&nbsp; the same reason senior leaders don't tell their subordinates what they talk about.&nbsp; It wasn't for them to know.&nbsp; Phill shifted a bit in his seat wondering if the room had gotten warmer, but he nodded. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The solution presented a problem, how would he tell when Kate was close?&nbsp; How close should he get her?&nbsp; Could he really tell the difference with visual clues and his foot?&nbsp; It suddenly turned into an intriguing puzzled to Phill.&nbsp; His mind, well versed in mathematics began formulating a grid as to where his foot was and where it could reach.&nbsp; He measured it in seconds, counts in his head.&nbsp; His technique with his foot changed from simply rubbing, to a calculated exploration.&nbsp; He matched up in his mind what his foot was doing to a visual memory of his foot and the new study he was suddenly doing of her erogenous zone.&nbsp; He was looking for hot spots, how she liked being touched, and what got reactions.&nbsp; If the reactions were visible he simply raised an eyebrow at Kate, but didn't say anything.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phill concluded the data was incomplete, and this would have to be repeated before he would have a perfect catalog of information.&nbsp; Still, Phill hoped he had enough to proceed.&nbsp; His toe, nice and damp ran along her slit rather deliberately pressing just inside before moving on to run over her clit, then the all the toes and the ball of the foot made a light pass back down her sex.&nbsp; His foot the pull out and traces along her thigh, then back in with a soft touch so she could just feel it, but keeping to the outside of her sex, never directly touching her core after that one deliberate touch.&nbsp; After so many seconds he would stop, and not touch her for a moment or two.&nbsp; Let her get some water and some food, let her cool down abit, and then he would return to his light teasing.&nbsp; His eyes settled on his wife, observant, calculating, but his lips settled into a smile.&nbsp; His thoughts were anything but tranquil as he constantly running a series of numbers in his mind, choosing one number between one and seven, at random to keep Kate from guessing when the touches would stop and start.&nbsp; Just as he was starting to tease her again, he stopped then pulled his foot slightly away from her skin.&nbsp; Kate could press forward and ‘look’ for some relief.&nbsp; Phill was curious which his wife would do.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Looking over at Simon he smiles. “I never should have waited.. I..&nbsp; is it always this awesome?”&nbsp; He leaned in to whisper it, but really couldn't stop the giddy feeling he had.&nbsp; He was really dominating his lovely wife.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 07:23:32</strong>
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				Watching her husband as Simon leaned over and whispered to him, Kate saw the excitement light up his face. She wanted to know what was said. She wanted to be a part of the planning but already knew that there were things the men would keep from her because she was not supposed to have power in the game. Her only power was to call a halt to everything if she felt it was too far. It had to be a valid reason, not merely because she was worried someone would realize what was happening or because she thought something was inappropriate. Besides, Kate was finding it exciting not knowing. More than she ever thought she would. With the collar about her neck, her powers of control were taken from her. It was unnerving but exhilarating, for a woman who was used to controlling much of her world, including her husband to an extent.<br><br>Phillup's expression had changed, he looked thoughtful, as if he were working out a problem in his mind. The way his foot moved over her increasingly wet pussy was different too. She knew enough to know when her husband was analyzing something. Every time she twitched or made some kind of expression, he merely raised an eyebrow as if running an experiment and reviewing the results.<br><br>After a moment, she felt a single toe moving over her now slick sex. Kate gasped softly, her eyes darting to Simon as that toe dipped into her just a tiny bit. She swallowed and found her throat dry. The toe was still moving and before Kate could prevent it, she'd made a soft sound as her clit was stroked. It was brutal and wonderful at the same time. Kate felt the heat of her cheeks, it was echoed by a new, raging heat in her body. This was arousal like she'd never felt before. He was teasing her, teasing pleasure through her. Phillup's toes never touched her the same way twice in a row. Strokes over her outer lips. A trail of her own wetness left down her inner thigh. Then nothing for a moment. <br><br>The smile on her husband's lips was incredibly sexy to behold. Kate was sometimes able to take a sip of her drink or a bite of her food. Sometimes she thought he was going to stop the teasing altogether only to gasp as his toes returned to ratchet up the sensations again. Each time he paused, Kate was more concerned with getting an orgasm than she was with anything else. It was like the heat of her arousal was melting the part of her brain that kept her careful control in place. Kate was flushed, her eyes were half lidded and her breathing was heavy. She wanted to pretend they were not out in public. She wanted to go home and fuck her husband. The growing need made his next tease more intense than the last and as he drew his toes away after just a few seconds, Kate whined softly, shifting in her chair to try and follow.<br><br>It took her a moment to realize what she'd just done and as her eyes came up again, she saw the men with their heads together, Phillup whispering to Simon this time. Kate stared at them in desperation. There was a mixture of pure lust and need while she showed humiliation for the way she'd practically begged Phillup. "Perhaps my food can just be wrapped to go." She murmured and lowered her head to hide the tiny grin she felt twitching at the corners of her mouth. It was a hint that she wished to leave. They may suspect she just wanted to go but they may also realize what the game was doing to her now. Kate had no idea how to feel and was finding the mystery of it all was making her more aroused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 07:30:54</strong>
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				When Kate moaned, Simon felt a rush of heat through his body, eating another piece of delicious meat. Fuck, this was even better than the last times he did this kind of stuff. Definitely he'd been alone for too long. The game was going awesomely. He had a choice to make, though. He could let Phill tease Kate more, while they had dinner, to start the edging and orgasm control part as soon as they could. Or he could ask him to go on and make his wife cum, right there under the restaurant table, to give them both a feel of what kind of fetish <em>secret public</em> was. A hard choice, both sounded so tempting...<br><br>And what about his friend? Should he have a word in this, too? No, he decided. He was going to play the dominating role right now. So he whispered on.<br>"Yes, my friend. It can get even better. You just have to find your path through a forest of kinks... Now I'll show you one. Make your wife cum, Phill. Right here, at the restaurant. You're doing great. When the waitress gets closer, maybe. Or other customers. Make her fight to avoid being noticed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 02:38:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill was high on life itself, and maybe even a touch tipsy from the alcohol he had drunk.&nbsp; His emotions were swirling inside his mind.&nbsp; He had never seen Kate so responsive, so impassioned, or so hot.&nbsp; Not just looks, though flushed with desire she did look exotic, but he could feel how much she was turned on.&nbsp; Right at this moment he wanted nothing else but to plunge into that heat.&nbsp; This was part of a game, and the rules had to be observed.&nbsp; He had noticed Kate moving forward to get to his foot in an act of simple, shameless, pleasure seeking.&nbsp; As a reward of sort he passes foot down her sex feeling the dampness there a cat got the canary sort of grin on his lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Better.&nbsp; Phill really couldn’t imagine it.&nbsp; Well, he could actually, and was.&nbsp; He was making mental notes to pick up books on various things he wanted to do and learn.&nbsp; It was born from a desire deep within and spurred on by a definite connection he felt with his wife.&nbsp; Yeah, Phill thought, it could definitely get better, and would.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Something made Phill hesitate, sort of come back to himself, "Wait... what?&nbsp; Here?&nbsp; But... she wants to go home.&nbsp; I mean, yeah, that would be hot but you know, the flower is blooming, as they say, and well, I … I would hate to miss that.”&nbsp; Even mid-scene with his wife dancing to his tune he couldn’t tune the lessons he had learned of being a gentlemen.&nbsp; They had been fought back all night, but they were making a comeback and were filling Phil with a bit of apprehension.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There were two worlds at war within Phill at that moment and he was starting to lose ground rapidly.&nbsp; On one hand he had these desires, desires that he could see his wife enjoys, that he was enjoying, but on the other hand, Phill was a gentleman.&nbsp; It was often a hard won title in an age that didn't appreciate that sort of effort.&nbsp; How could he possibly be both?&nbsp; Right now, Kate wanted to leave, shouldn't he honor that request?&nbsp; Yet, she was readily in his power at the moment, his to toy with.&nbsp; As if to prove the point, if only to himself, Phill ran his foot along her thigh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 07:32:17</strong>
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				Simon wasn't oblivious of the inner struggle that was pushing and pulling his friend. Forgetting, even if just for a couple of hours, about years of being a nice boy, a nice husband, wasn't easy. And that was the precise reason why he, or better: they, needed him. His first times playing that kind of dominance games hadn't been easy, either, and he had no one to guide him, so he had to learn and find his path all by himself. But that was many years ago. Now, he had enough experience and know-how to be Phill and Kate's teacher. Sort of.<br><br>"Yes, I know. She wants to go home. - he was still whispering. Kate must not hear. - But she can't decide anything, right now. Not with the collar. Remember? She's Kitty, now. Your Kitty. You're in charge, she'll dance to your tune. You can demonstrate her how much she belongs to you: you own her pleasure and you can pleasure her when and where you want. Her orgasms are yours to command, too." He gently squeezed his friend's shoulder with a mischievous smile.<br><br>"Go on. You're doing a great job under the table. Go on and make Kitty cum, just when she'd like to go home. This is just an appetizer for what's coming next. You're in charge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 08:35:28</strong>
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				She was enjoying the game. Kate was both shocked and highly embarrassed to realize just how much she was enjoying herself. The two men across from her, and it really felt like they were across the table from her, seemed to be enjoying the game as well. Phillup was smirking at her and she knew it was because she'd tried to keep in contact with his foot after his merciless teasing. It was shockingly sexy, that knowing smile, it was another indication that he was her superior in this game. Kate shivered, unable to keep herself from moaning softly again as his foot stroked the length of her sex. <br><br>Kate knew her husband well. She thought she did. She had expressed a desire to go home. Her thinking was to save embarrassment, to avoid detection. She assumed the men would want the same thing. <br><br>They were talking about her, whispering and plotting things that she was not supposed to know. She would find out, in a fashion, soon enough, she supposed. Kate took a bite of her dinner, her body quivering with pent up arousal now. The teasing, something she’d never experienced before, had made her more wanton than she could ever remember being, ever. Was this what it would be like all of the time now? Kate wasn’t sure what to think or feel. She liked the idea that she could be so aroused, possibly all of the time. It was so different than she’d felt before, even when aroused in the past, it was nowhere near as intense. She wanted to get Phillup’s attention back and press her desire to go home so that she could enjoy more than just his foot. Her face flushed at the very thought and she made a soft noise, like a small giggle. Kate looked up quickly to see if the men had noticed. She was turning herself on more, like it was a snowball rolling down a hill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 03:22:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phillup was torn.&nbsp; Through the years in school and at work, he worked on nearly all of his problems taking into account scientific methodology.&nbsp; One side usually won out based on scale, it weighed in heavier.&nbsp; So, on one scale his friend was right, she was his.&nbsp; Kate had agreed to be his, therefore it was his decision.&nbsp; On the other scale, she wanted to go home.&nbsp; Phill was guessing this was so he they could have a more intimate sort of fun.&nbsp; That did weigh in rather heavily in favor of taking his wife home.&nbsp; A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him he was insane for even needing to debate this.&nbsp; A short time ago, mere hours in fact, he would of bid fond farewells to Simon and taken his lovely wife home.&nbsp; That was it, the scales and math didn’t lie.&nbsp; He would take his wife home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill looked towards Simon, the words formed on his tongue to tell Simon thanks for the help, it was great to see him again, they would have to do this again, but right now he wanted to do his lovely wife before she happily did his foot.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet, he didn’t.&nbsp; Two points came to mind, and quietly settled on the other scale.&nbsp; It was tipping in the other direction.&nbsp; The first was, well, that was the point of all of this, wasn’t it?&nbsp; This was supposed to be different, to get him and Kate out their rut before he lost her to something far worse than divorce; apathy.&nbsp; The other point was, he didn’t want to.&nbsp; Phill had to admit that to himself, he quite simply did not want to stop tormenting his lovely wife.&nbsp; His gaze turned back to his wife when she giggled, she was trying to get his attention, he was relatively sure about that.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Unfortunately for Kate, though he was looking at her, he wasn’t paying her attention as much as he was observing her body and her body language.&nbsp; He noted her flushed skin, her breath was quicker making her lovely breasts rise and fall catching his eyes, and he could make out the imprints of her nipples in the fabric covering her chest.&nbsp; He was mesmerized really, and Simon’s words flowed back through his mind.&nbsp; His gaze traveled slowly up her chest and stopped at the collar at her throat.&nbsp; A different sort of thought came to his mind, and that helped settle it.&nbsp; She had not, despite her hinting, said her safe word.&nbsp; The thoughts of scales and weighing the matter passed to the side as he watched her body.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mine.&nbsp; It was a singularly possessive thought, she was his.&nbsp; His Kitty.&nbsp; No matter what reservations he had, Phill was determined; he had to see this through.&nbsp; Going back to how it was would not help, he had asked Simon for this assistance, and Simon was given precisely that.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phill finally looked at his wife with a pleasant smile, the same he had given her so many times over Sunday brunch, “Yes?&nbsp; Did you want something?”&nbsp; So innocent a question, as if he hasn’t been teasing her for several moments and didn’t damn well know what she wanted.&nbsp; Husbands are oddly good at playing that game.&nbsp; He waits till she is about to answer, and his foot returns to her sex lightly caressing carefully searching out those wonderful ‘hot’ spots to try and make her voice catch.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning to look at Simon he grins, “You are right, of course.&nbsp; It’s just… yeah.&nbsp; Wow.”&nbsp; He smiles and looks back to Kate.&nbsp; “You know, you look flushed, dear.&nbsp; When the waitress comes back, why don’t you ask for more water?”&nbsp; Though phrased as a question, it was an order.&nbsp; Really, Phill hoped that asking for water would be the last thing she could do.&nbsp; He found himself wanting a reason to punish her.&nbsp; If he had a reason it would take some of the sting off himself for spanking her a bit harder.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His concentration went back to teasing his lovely wife, carefully working his foot around on her sex, enjoying the feel of her flesh, how hot and wet she was.&nbsp; He waited till the waitress had moved closer, and he worked his big toe into her and ran that up along her slit till he felt her clit.&nbsp; He paused for just a moment, looking into her eyes he gave her a grin, just to let her know, yes, <strong><em>that</em></strong> is indeed what was about to happen.&nbsp; With a nice smooth even patter he pressed on to her clit and began rocking his toe and foot against her till he can tell she climaxes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 02:56:09</strong>
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				Kate could see it; see the way her husband was thinking. She was used to his eyes taking on that specific cast that told her he was considering a method or idea for a project of sorts. Was that what this was, or what she was at the moment? A new project. Perhaps that was one way he was considering her. No it was just the way he thought about everything. Considering options, actions and possible results. <br><br>The wait was interminable but finally Phillup looked at her and she felt her face flush further for that pleasant smile and innocuous question. Kate stared at him blankly for a moment, shocked he would pull such a thing with her. It was not his way but then again, none of this was either of their ways, though apparently it was in fact Phillup's. It was why this was happening, Phillup wanted to try and rescue their love life and marriage. Her lips parted to reply but all that came out was a soft moan as her husband’s toes returned to tease over her hungry sex again. <br><br>Where had he learned to touch like he was with just his foot? It was incredible. Kate was unable to consider the various levels affecting her arousal at that moment. The teasing then took on a new form by the order veiled by a question. She would be unable to speak, Kate knew this. The waitress would surely look at her half eaten food and flushed, flustered state, and grow concerned. Adding a cracking voice (at best) and it would be assumed she was ill. Perhaps that was the best plan, then.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Kate shuddered as Phillup's toes and ball of his foot began to almost expertly stroke the spots that were the most sensitive while not delving deep. She was certain the intent was merely to tease yet as the waitress began to come over, Kate felt the way he deliberately slipped his toe into the core of her folds and slid it along, upwards. She gripped the table hard, fighting to keep control as the waitress smiled at her. Kate's eyes turned to Phillup's as she felt the ball of that toe at her engorged clit. She saw the grin and knew what he was going to force upon her. As the waitress stepped up, he began to truly work her clit and Kate groaned wantonly helpless to stop it.<br><br>"Oh my, I see someone is enjoying their meal." She grinned, her eyes going between the trio. "Can I get anything else for you all?" The waitress asked and Kate knew she was supposed to ask for some water but was truly unable to speak. Her lips were pressed together, covering her clenched teeth, it was all she could to do keep from crying out as her body slid towards the edge of a powerful orgasm. The blonde beauty, quickly on the verge shook her head, her eyes closed and her forehead creased hard. "Alright then, just the bill?" The woman asked, her eyes on Kate, aware the woman was obviously on the verge of climax.<br><br>It would be embarrassing enough to cum in front of Simon, she barely knew him, but the waitress as well, who wasn't leaving and if she weren't careful, the entire restaurant would realize what was happening in a moment. The moment came very suddenly as Kate tensed and made a sharp squeak. Her head went back, her neck tight as she struggled just to keep from making noise. There was nothing she could do about the visual, physical reaction as she shuddered her way through what had to be one of the most powerful orgasms she'd had in her life. The lone squeak was not the only sound she made but Kate managed to keep from making an enormous amount of noise.<br><br>When the climax passed, Kate sat panting and opened her eyes to see the waitress smirk, highly amused as well as the odd other pair of eyes on her. Only those facing their table, though, which was a relief even in it's small form. "She's lovely." The waitress said softly and nodded to Simon and Phillup as she left with a knowing smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 03:20:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Phillup was completely mesmerized by the sight of Kate, his Kate, in the throes of such passion.&nbsp; While on one hand he noticed the waitress stopping to watch, he was mostly just watching Kate.&nbsp; He could feel her juices on his foot as he worked on her, and as it ended he could still feel her heat.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Something broke him out of his trance, but he could say what did.&nbsp; Turning to look at the waitress He smiles as he makes a mental note to leave her a big tip, and motions to Simon.&nbsp; “Could you bring my friend anther drink?&nbsp; I think he could use one, and perhaps… a cigarette.”&nbsp; Grinning all the more his gaze looks over at Kate.&nbsp; At that moment he wanted her, with a fierceness he never had before.&nbsp; He was pressing hard against his underwear and slacks, and all he could think of was bending Kate over the table.&nbsp; His mind couldn’t come up with a reason as to why not, so he formed a plan. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There were times when men don’t think clearly, or perhaps they really are thinking with the wrong head.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ‘plan’ really was an overgenerous word.&nbsp; All he was going to do was take his lovely wife somewhere more private and fuck her hard.&nbsp; That was the entirety of his plan.&nbsp; He wasn’t considering the ramifications, or if he was going too far too fast, he had only one thing on his mind, and that was Kate.&nbsp; Kate was his Kitten and she had to do what he wanted, after all she could safe word out.&nbsp; Phill had tried to stay in control and really had lost.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Moving over to her chair her tugs her gently up to her feet, and looks over at Simon.&nbsp; “Excuse us, for a moment.”&nbsp; He doesn’t wait for a response, and resting a hand on Kate’s neck, as if being affectionate he hooks a finger in her collar and leads her off.&nbsp; Coming up to the bathrooms he hesitates just a moment, and then pulls her into the men’s room.&nbsp; Looking around he pushes her towards a stall.&nbsp; “Get in there and bend over; then raise your skirt, Kitten.&nbsp; I want that lovely ass of yours in the air.”&nbsp; He gave her ass a swat, a tad harder than he meant to.&nbsp; “Now, Kitten.”&nbsp; He had unconsciously switched to his ‘boss’ voice, no matter her speed it wasn’t quick enough for Phill, so he swatted her ass again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 04:49:38</strong>
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				Kate sat panting softly, blushing brightly and totally unable to look anyone in the eye. There was a small, afterglo giggle that escaped as Phillup said Simon could use a drink and a cigarette. She looked up at the same instant that he looked over at her and grinned back shyly. There was something in his eyes, a sparkle she had seen a few times since sitting down with Simon at lunch. The look was more intense. She recognized it, to a certain extent; it was the same look he got in his eyes when he had a big breakthrough on a project. Like a kid in a candy store.<br><br>As her husband rose and came towards her, Kate felt her heart beating fast, not merely from her orgasm. Her hand went to his without a pause, always a gentleman, he helped her up. While it would have been a scene, Kate had anticipated a passionate kiss of sorts, instead he was leading her off. The feeling of his finger tucked into her collar, that being the actual means to pull her along, was a strange sort of thrill. Kate didn't know just what her fate was now and gasped audibly as he pulled her into the men's room.<br><br>It was happening fast and Kate was extremely nervous now, her eyes darting around as she hesitated, pulling back until he propelled her towards the stall and she . "Phi- err Master!" He cut her off with his order then the swat to her backside that stung more than she thought it might, making her yelp. Kate turned on him, her normal self would have but his tone a moment later was not one he ever used with her.<br><br>Kate reacted with a shiver and yelped again as he smacked her backside once more. The back and forth of her mind was really quite instantaneous and happened as she moved to do precisely as he'd said. In a restroom in a fine italian eatery, Kate bent over a men's room toilet. Her hands on the cistern before she lifted her skirt to bare her pantiless backside, the garters and stockings accenting the creamy skin. The coral lips of her pussy and her pale inner thighs glistened with the wetness the entire situation was causing. Kate was a woman in heat as she panted softly where she bent over. In that moment, fresh from a climax in a public place, she was Kitten only. She was her husband's pet slave, willingly doing as he ordered and she was reveling in the freedom of it. Not to mention the delicious 'wrongness' of public sex. She had no idea these sensations were possible for her!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 03:50:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment Phill marveled at how lovely she was.&nbsp; His hands began to glide over her skin as if of their own accord.&nbsp; It always amazed him, no matter how often he touched her, her skin was always so incredibly smooth and soft.&nbsp; Simply touching her like he was now was enough to make him to want Kate more.&nbsp; Phill couldn’t remember a time he had wanted her more, but found himself reveling in the authority he had.&nbsp; Kitten was his.&nbsp; He wanted her bent over, and she was.&nbsp; He wanted to take her, and he would.&nbsp; He wanted to toy with her first, he was.&nbsp; His idea of toying with her was to touch her.&nbsp; His hands ran along her skin, up under her shirt, over her bra, in her bra; down her legs but always skipped touching her core.&nbsp; The only break in his roaming, seemingly random, touches was when he spanked her.&nbsp; Each smack against her ass was light, as he wasn’t trying to hurt her, it was just meant to add a bit of a sting, to provide some contrast to the soft touches he was indulging in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, this simply won’t do, Kitten.&nbsp; You are making far too much noise.”&nbsp; It was out of the blue, as up till this point he hadn’t mentioned he wanted her quiet.&nbsp; It was something his mind settled on, he wanted to see his lovely Kitten gagged.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet, looking around proved that the Men’s Room of a nice Italian restaurant was not ideal for bondage play.&nbsp; Still, Phill was an engineer, and he was used to improvising to make things work.&nbsp; A smile touched his lips and he pulled out his discarded sock.&nbsp; He felt certain that Kate really wouldn’t want that in her mouth, but it wouldn’t be that bad.&nbsp; So, he ties a double knot in it, then pulls off his belt and loops it over his shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew what he was going to do, now he just had to figure out how.&nbsp; &nbsp;Watching Kate Phill considers how to proceed, and then starts spanking Kate’s bottom till her mouth opens to yelp in discomfort, or gasp.&nbsp; She had done so at the other spankings, so perhaps she would again.&nbsp; Seizing the moment she does open her mouth,&nbsp; he pushes the sock-gag in place.&nbsp; Holding the gag in place with one hand and pulls the belt off his shoulder with his free hand, using that to make a crude cleave gag,&nbsp; &nbsp;“There, much quieter.”&nbsp; It never occurred to him he had broken the rules of the game, Kate now had no way to exit.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gripping the belt with one hand he brought his other hand down on her upturned ass, marveling how it slowly turned redder.&nbsp; He alternated his slaps to each cheek in an effort to keep them the same shade of red.&nbsp; It was odd, but he wanted them both the same shade as it appealed to his sense of logic.&nbsp; It wasn’t until time encroached on his thoughts that he stopped.&nbsp; It was limited where he was and if he wanted to take her, he couldn’t waste much more of it.&nbsp; Letting go of the belt he undid his pants. His desire hadn’t abated, he had to have her, now.&nbsp; No waiting to get home.&nbsp; Phill moved close against Kate in to the stall and shut the door, as if that would hide what they were doing.&nbsp; His hands slid on her hips again and he pressed his hard member against her opening. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;What Phill wanted to do was to move slowly after her and make her tremble from the agonizing slowness, to tease her into an aching need with what he was doing.&nbsp; When his hands gripped onto her hips and he pushed into her, he let out a soft involuntary gasp of pleasure and all the pent up sexual energy that had been in his body all day rushed through his system, and he fucked her fast and hard.&nbsp; His fingers gripping tightly, he pulls her hips back to meet his thrusts as he was lost in an animalistic lust for this exotic woman.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The rush of orgasmic pleasure that escapes him is by far the most intense he has ever felt.&nbsp; He simply keeps hammering into her till the mind blowing sensations calm down.&nbsp; He leans back against the door trying to catch his breath, and looks down at Kate.&nbsp; “Wow..&nbsp; oh, uh.. sorry, that looks a tad bit uncomfortable.”&nbsp; Leaning forward he undoes the belt and removes the gag.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching forward Phill tenderly runs his fingers through Kate’s hair, though he had done it before he felt more like he was petting her, still affectionate, but somehow denoting an authority he had over her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Such a good kitten.”&nbsp; Phill remarked quietly, his tone as loving as the day he had taken his vows to be her husband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 03:14:23</strong>
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				It was so lewd, his hands over her hips and buttocks as she bent forward for him. Kate shivered for the touch. So sexual, so powerful. The sensation of it made her head spin. Teasing her body, breasts and belly to legs and back. The spanks were soft but made her jump every time. Why was she so turned on by all of this? If Phillup had proposed they go to the bathroom and fuck at any other point in their marriage, Kate might very well have slapped him for his crudeness but this was extremely different. And at that moment, she pushed thoughts away and just reacted. It was easy, the feel of the collar locked about her throat helped her let go. She moaned and yelped, barely keeping her voice in control, as evidenced by his comment. She felt her cheek flame hotter, if possible.<br><br>There was a pause and Kate heard Phillup removing his belt. Never had it sounded so loud, the buckle jingle, the hiss of the leather through the loops. She had just wondered why he'd removed his belt fully when the spanks began. They came so suddenly and so fast that she didn't have a chance to react till the third or fourth one landed at which point her lips parted to cry out. He moved so fast, faster than she expected he would as the hand with the knotted sock came around and she was gagged for the first time in her life with a muffled yelp. His hand was over her mouth as Kate reacted and began to protest. It was his sock, for goodness sake, how could he? The taste was foul. He could have ordered her quiet but he wanted to humiliate her. It was as the belt came around and snugged tight, gagging her properly, that Kate felt a fresh flash of heat. The smell of the leather and the feel of it cinching tight enough to force her mouth open but stuffed with his dirty sock. Her face burned red for the way she reacted. What was wrong with her? Was it wrong?<br><br>The entire situation was erotic. So powerful when she felt the tension on the belt held firm as Phillup began spanking her again. The gag gave her the freedom to let go in a different way again. Not that Kate allowed her voice to cry out too loud still, the gag let her react more as her husband's hand smacked each cheek in turn, making them burn in an almost painful way yet not horribly so by any means. She could picture the scene and moaned before yelping again. The length of black leather held in his strong hand, her head back from the bit of tension, skirt raised. Bent over as she was her bum was sticking out and up, the creamy skin highlighted by the blush of the spanks now. It could be a pinup.<br><br>The tension left the belt and Kate felt him moving about, heard the door close. It was seconds later that he had a firm grip on her and was deep inside. Kate cried out. His grip was strong, harder than normal. His pace was wild. The gag was put to use as she was literally used by her husband. Phillup was thrusting into her like he never had before. She yelped and groaned sharply as he slammed into her as he pulled her back onto him. Her sex was wet, well lubricated for being fucked at speed like this and though she’d cum only a short while ago, Kate sensed that she could possibly climax again. The feeling was powerful, wonderful, humiliating and exhilarating in one. <br><br>His rhythm stuttered and suddenly he was jammed fully into her and she could feel the twitching and groaned wantonly, wanting to have an orgasm herself. He slipped from her and she sagged a little. Kate stood up and let the skirt drop back down. She turned partway to look at her husband but was shy to have him see the makeshift gag even though he’d put it on her. Luckily he was ready to remove it. <br><br>His hand reached out and stroke her hair, praising her, in a sense as he did. Kate looked at him as he takes the moment to show her true love and affection with that praise and pet. She sees him in a new light again. So different. He was in control. More accurately, he had taken her control. She was glad to have given it and before she knew it was tilting her head to his hand. “Thank you,” She murmured and lowered her eyes shyly before adding “Master.” Kate swallowed and felt the way the collar snugged. Her sex contracted wetly, yes, definitely wet and messy. She was already blushing brightly. “Maybe I should go to the ladies room and clean up while you go back to the table. I’d hate to leave a mess on my seat.” Kate giggled, a shy titter and she bit her lip, her hand going to cover her mouth a little as if she’d said a much lewder version. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 09:48:42</strong>
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				When Kate was overwhelmed by pleasure, hit by such a strong orgasm while the waitress made her witty remarks, Simon felt utterly satisfied. Everything went wonderfully, even better than expected. His friend did a great job, Kate managed to ride the wave awesomely and both the lovebirds were so hot for each other that the heat was almost palpable. A light smile on his face, he watched his friend's beautiful wife breathing hard as as the orgasm quieted down. He was ready to add his own witty remark as the waitress walked briskly away, but Phill's fury took him by surprise. His friend jumped up like he had a devil poking him with&nbsp; pitchfork, grabbed Kate and rushed to the restrooms. He had fire in his eyes. And probably in another place, too. He wasn't going to control himself anymore, not for the next minutes, anyway.<br><br>Simon followed the couple with his eyes, until they disappeared towards the place they chose to lose control together. He tipped his glass in a quiet toast to his friend. His lucky friend, with a beautiful wife just gone wild for his little <em>secret public</em> game. "Well bro, - he said under his voice - Looks like you enjoyed your first step into kinkiness..." Then he dedicated himself to clean his plate of any trace of the delicious meat and mushrooms. He wiped his mouth and waited for a little while. Sure the two lovebirds were very busy right now. Damn, he was jealous of Phill. With his super hot wife.<br><br>Then he couldn't wait anymore. He jumped up and went to the restrooms. He waited for a moment, listening. "Phill" he said in a calm, quiet tone. "Move your arse. I've been waiting enough for you two..." He couldn't stop a little laugh as he imagined someone else listening to his words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 02:19:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; There was a debate going on in Phill’s mind, and he was stuck as to what to do next.&nbsp; Fortunately, his friend came in and saved him.&nbsp; It did seem almost anticlimactic to Phill as the evening wound to a close, but then, just because they were going home didn’t mean the fun had to stop.&nbsp; Sleep came late, and Phill found himself feeling a tad guilty.&nbsp; On one hand he thoroughly enjoyed what had happened between him and his wife, on the other he was wondering if he should have.&nbsp; There are rules on how women are to be treated, and he had broken all or most of them in one glorious moment.&nbsp; A moment his wife did seem to enjoy.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He left her some simple orders; wear one of her two piece swimsuits and nothing else for the rest of the day when she got back from work.&nbsp; Mostly, he liked looking at her and thought that wearing a swimsuit would help her feel more comfortable while letting him get more eye candy.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wanted to give further orders, but couldn’t think of anything that sounded evil and dastardly.&nbsp; In his head, what he did think up sounded more like a horny teenager than being really evil, certainly nothing to make his wife gasp and shiver.&nbsp; So feeling anticlimactic, breakfast was a mild affair where he had breakfast with his scantily clad wife.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As he drove into work he was distracted by what had happened the night before.&nbsp; On one hand, he had completely disrespected his wife as lady.&nbsp; No gentlemen should ever treat his wife the way he did.&nbsp; He had gagged her with his sock!&nbsp; That was not how he was supposed to treat her.&nbsp; Yet, he couldn’t help remember how hot she looked.&nbsp; How utterly turned on she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;He should have made sure she was taken care of and yet, he can’t ignore how she had reacted.&nbsp; It hadn’t been fear, or revulsion, it was passion, pure hot passion.&nbsp; Maybe he would get her some roses.&nbsp; Maybe he should have bent her over the breakfast table for a nice spanking and some quick sex.&nbsp; She WAS his after all.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When he got to his desk Phill had intended to give her more instructions, but work has little respect for ideas and plans, his day came from the pits of hades in a greyhound bus that ran him over, backed up, drove forward again, and then went off a cliff to a fiery wreck.&nbsp; He left Simon a quick text saying he was working late, dinner would be late, but wanted to continue more then.&nbsp; He called Kate and told her quickly that he would be late, but to remember to do what she was told.&nbsp; Then his day was lost in math, physics, and meetings.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Coming back home Phill grabbed the mail and strolled inside flipping through It as he hangs up his keys. “Kate?&nbsp; You here?”&nbsp; He felt mostly like he needed a drink or two.&nbsp; The mail was not something he really cared about, but still he was here, it was here, might as well sort it out a little.&nbsp; Going into the kitchen he laid the roses on the table, looked around for Kate again, and then went into his office.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It wasn’t hard to sort the mail into its categories, things that needed to be seen to now, things that could wait, and things that went into his industrial strength shredder.&nbsp; With that sorted Phill pulled out his pocket knife to cut open the bills he determined he needed to look out now.&nbsp; Most were greeted with a nod and a grunt, and then set into the ‘in’ basket to be paid.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then he made it to the credit card bill.&nbsp; His eyes fell on the total, and his eyebrows went up.&nbsp; “KATE!”&nbsp; He was yelling now.&nbsp; It was that tone, that horrible angry tone he got anytime he looked at the credit card bills.&nbsp; It wasn’t that they were high, or even over what he could afford, or even that he was the only one paying the bills, it was that he didn’t want them that high.&nbsp; He didn’t really want them at all, but he had lost that argument a while ago. Now, it was simply a non-winnable argument for either one of them, and today was probably the worst day for him to look at bills he doesn’t like. “KATE!&nbsp; COME HERE, PLEASE!”&nbsp; Even angry he was still polite; he had been drilled in how to be a gentleman, even if he was sure he could talk the judge into letting him off for murder because his wife was spending all of his money.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 03:43:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebsfact.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Scarlett-Johansson-Body-Measurements.jpg)</div>Kate had been mortified when the restroom door had opened but infinitely relieved to hear Simon's voice. The rest of the evening went quickly in a blur of arousal and some of the most amazing love making the young couple had ever experienced. Passion and pleasure for them both. Each time she thought back to what happened in the bathroom, Kate would grow closer to climax or erupt. <br><br>The next day life was virtually like normal. She was not wearing the collar as work attire did not really allow for a pet collar, beautiful or not. Breakfast was quiet aside from Phillup's order that she wear a bikini around the house outside of work, all was normal. It was strange for Kate. She was a modest person and was very aware of her body as she say eating her cereal at the table. <br><br>After work, Kate was obedient. She donned her bikini again and worked around the house, tidying some places, doing full on cleaning in others between dinner preparations and other minor puttering. She was upstairs while the chicken was roasting and when Phillup came home. The bed was being changed to clean sheets as Simon was coming over and she wasn't entirely certain what would happen. It was better that the king sized bed was made up fresh, in her mind. Kate heard her husband come home and hurried to finish the bed. She could tell by his footsteps that he was heading to his office, probably sorting the mail. It was as she was heading down the stairs to see him, her bare feet padding gently, that she heard the bellow of her name. The credit card bill was in...<br><br>The endless argument of the credit card bill. Phillup was never happy when there was money owed on the card and Kate had been clothes shopping recently. She tiptoed towards his office and poked her head in, "Yes love?" She stepped in, clad in her two piece suit and looking decidedly guilty. "Did you tell Simon a time, dear?" She asked by way of distraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 11:46:26</strong>
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				Simon didn't get to sleep easily, that night. He was excited. And it was useless to deny it: he was quite turned on, too. The wonderfully erotic scene at the restaurant came to his mind over and over. Kate's face, mostly, in the moment her orgasm hit her and flooded her body. Phill did a great job. Really a great job. Now, what? They were going to meet again the next evening, after dinner, but that could mean many different things. He wondered if the lovebirds were going to be happy and content with what they had, if the restaurant was enough to light their fire again. O if they were going to ask again for his guidance, to do something else, maybe even raunchier and sexier. Or maybe they felt ready to walk down the kinky street on their own: after all, Phillup was a brilliant guy, his tinker friend who built world conquering robots for a living, and more than capable of figuring out things by himself. <em>Who knows? Tomorrow will tell.</em> He whispered to himself, sipping a herbal tea and trying to read a technical handbook about a new model of videocamera. He hoped to bore himself to sleep. In the long run, it worked. He managed to fall asleep quite late at night.<br><br>The next morning, he was back to his life. He was quite sleepy on the job, but no one seemed too concerned. As long as the shooting was good, no one cared about his continuous yawning, or his dozing off during the coffee break. He had drums classes in the afternoon, with two young boys. The younger was a complete newbie and they were going through the basics. The other boy was quite skilled, played in a small band with his friends, and was more than eager to learn. Maybe for the first time in his entire life, he asked himself if he was a good teacher. For the drums kids. And for Phill and Kate. If he could not only pass on proficiency, but also keep the topic interesting, keep his pupils passionate about learning. Again, looking at his face in his bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth after dinner, he had only that useless answer: <em>who knows? Tomorrow will tell.</em> Time to go to the love nest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 04:01:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His fists were resting on the desk as he scowled down at the bill.&nbsp; The tentative voice at the door drew his gaze up towards his lovely wife.&nbsp; “Please come in here, you know damn well what.”&nbsp; Phill inwardly cursed at himself for that slip, he knew better than use such a tone towards his wife.&nbsp; Looking back down at the bill he was quickly doing some math in his head calculating how much interest this had earned him.&nbsp; “What?&nbsp; Oh.. yes, I believe I told him around seven since I had to work late.”&nbsp; Pushing off from the desk he looks up and is really about to lay into her, the usual arguments coming to mind on how being in debt is a bad thing.&nbsp; He even had the math all in line and was going to SHOW her how it was all bad, and how they were going to pay nearly 50% more for the dress she got.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His hand raised to begin making his point his mouth opened, but then he saw her.&nbsp; His wife, his lovely Kate dressed in only a two piece that left everything and nothing to the imagination, and his argument died still borne.&nbsp; His eyes grazed over her body with an admiration that men get when looking upon a great work of art.&nbsp; His eyes trace back up her body and come to rest on the collar then go up to her face.&nbsp; She was wearing that because he had told her to.&nbsp; His kitten.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Moving back he settles into his chair still staring at his lovely wife.&nbsp; He had seen her in swimming suits before, but this was different.&nbsp; She was home, it was out of place, and all he could do was look her over.&nbsp; He found himself torn between telling her to put on a robe so he could try and collect his thoughts and running his hands over her body.&nbsp; At long last, he points to the bill on his desk and manages a simple, “Really, Kate?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 05:34:55</strong>
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				She knew ‘what’. Phillup only took this tone with her when the credit card bill was in and showing activity. Kate would sometimes react quite defensively when they 'argued' about the bill. It was the only thing they did argue about. Which made sense as they'd been growing distant until the past couple of days. They didn't argue about anything else because they were both far too polite to bring up any bigger problems.<br><br>Kate knew the speech, knew he had done the math and would lecture about how much the dress cost after interest. Only he stopped with his hand in the air and just looked at her before sitting back down.<br><br>Kate was very aware of her body in the two piece. She was also very aware that once again the collar was locked about her throat. While both of these things seemed to have an effect on Phillup they were also having an even greater effect on Kate, though different. She stood almost shyly when she realized her husband was distracted from his lecture by her body.<br><br>They remained that way for a long moment in silence until he pointed to the bill and asked his question. She dropped her head for a moment and sighed, regaining herself. “Look, you always make a big thing about the credit card bill. Yes I know… I know the interest and fees make anything I buy more expensive in the long run. I know the speech by heart, Phillup. You don’t need to give me the lecture.” She said as exasperated as he normally sounded during his opening salvo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 02:30:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;To Phillup it was an odd moment.&nbsp; He hadn’t felt this unsure around his lovely wife since the first day he met her.&nbsp; That had been a day that had been filled with uncertainty and a bit mystery.&nbsp; Who was this woman, he had thought back then, and how could he get to know her better?&nbsp; Now, his thoughts were more directed, and a thousand fold more lewd.&nbsp; Normally Phill didn’t let his imagination run quite this wild, but at the moment he saw little harm in it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If pressed for an answer, Phill would have to say it was the tone.&nbsp; It shattered his silly day dreams, and focused his attention on his wife.&nbsp; One thought tore across his mind, she was still wearing HIS collar and never said her safe word.&nbsp; The darker part of his mind reared up in that instance as a bit of anger came with it.&nbsp; He was tired of this discussion, he wanted her to see reason, and that tone felt like she was mocking him.&nbsp; Back on his feet he came around the desk going right towards her, and stopped.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He had promised a long time ago he would never strike a woman in anger, and while he was wrestling with this new development, he would never violate that.&nbsp; Never.&nbsp; He had to do something though, and he found a charming half-way point that wouldn’t harm his Lovely.&nbsp; His hand slid into her hair, then got a rather firm grip.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Right.&nbsp; A couple of things, you need to remember, slave.”&nbsp; He tried to put more emphasis on that word.&nbsp; “First, and foremost, you call me ‘Master’.&nbsp; You gave up your status as my equal when you put that collar on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Secondly, it is common for slaves to kneel when summoned by their owners.”&nbsp; With that he pushed down on her hair to put her on her knees.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Letting go of her hair he lets his hand drift to his side. “The next words out of your mouth better be an apology for being a bad little girl.”&nbsp; Stealing a glance at the window Phill returns his gaze to his wife and pet,&nbsp; “Then kiss my shoes, and crawl your sexy ass to the door to let Simon in.&nbsp; He is about to knock.&nbsp; &nbsp;You apparently need a reminder of your place in this, so be sure to kiss his boots, welcome him into your master’s home, and lead him in here… crawling.&nbsp; You may stand at that point, because you will get our drink orders.&nbsp; If we have no further orders, you will kneel in the center of the room with your nose to the carpet.”&nbsp; Phill pauses a moment and a slight challenging smile touches his lips, “Or you can take the easy way out, and use your safe-word.&nbsp; Those are your options, Kitten.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 06:05:54</strong>
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				The argument was always the same and was usually short lived followed by a silent dinner and evening in separate parts of the house. This time he was just looking at her. For Kate, she had forgotten she was wearing the collar and didn't care at the moment that she was practically naked. She was ready to make her point and stick to it despite the fact Phillup was right about the interest making the dress cost more in the long run. Her arguments were all lined up ready to go but he was silent, just observing her.<br><br>He rose and came around to stand in front of her. Kate held his gaze, her own eyes defiantly angry while he was just angry. She knew he would never become an abusive husband. Especially not over the credit card bill. He was angry about it but not abusive. There was a mild flicker of doubt, though, as her husband raised his hand and slipped his fingers into her soft, blond hair. His grip tightened and she cried out. It was his words that were more powerful and changed her dramatically.<br><br><em>Slave. The collar.</em> Kate had grown accustomed to the feel of the collar. It was locked on and she had not said the magic words to have him remove it. She didn't say her safeword as he spoke, either. Nor when he forced her to her knees and let her go. <br><br>Kate felt herself reacting. She was not afraid of him, persay. There was nervousness, a great deal, but she was no longer angry and from the look in his eyes, Phillup wasn't technically angry anymore either. Oh, he wasn't happy about the bill still, but they were not going to have an argument anymore. Not unless she used the special word and ended the collar time. There was excitement now, as she knelt before him. What he said next, though, challenged her control and sent a shiver of fear through her.<br><br>Kate had a decision to make. Take the challenge, and that was a terrific challenge for sure, or use her safeword and possibly never wear the collar again in shame. The last bit she added on herself because she knew she would feel like a fool for using the safeword right as Simon was arriving. As the seconds ticked by she knew her decision was made. She had not spoken 'rumpelstiltskin' and stopped it all.<br><br>"I... I'm sorry for being a ... a bad little girl, Master." She said softly, her cheeks burning crimson. That part done, Kate scooted back a bit and lowered herself down. She kissed each of his shoes in turn and felt her ears burn as well as she took on a new level of humiliation. With a small sound, she turned and crawled from Phillup's office just as the knock at the front door came, signalling that Simon was in fact there.<br><br>Crawling along the floor was painful on her knees but Kate continued and reached up to open the door as she arrived. She couldn't look up at Simon at all as she scooted back to allow him entry to the house. She could only imagine what he might be thinking with her in a bikini on her knees. "Welcome to my Master's house, Sir." She said softly and bent down low to kiss each of his feet in turn as well before turning and crawling back towards the office. "Master is in his office." Kate wondered how thrown off Simon would be by this new behaviour since the night before or would he just take it in stride? She crawled as quickly as she could before him so that she could rise to her feet as soon as she could. <br><br>Kate kept her eyes down, utterly humiliated to have just done that and cleared her throat softly. "Um, what can I get you both to drink?" She asked softly and only once they'd replied did she finally get a break and was able to leave the room. She took a moment in the kitchen to fan herself and take a few deep breaths before getting the men their drinks. Upon her return, appearing far more composed, she handed off the drinks and with a second of hesitation, knelt down in the centre of the room and bent right forward until her nose was to the carpet. <br><br>The position lifted ass a little into the air. Her hands lay on either side of her head. Kate closed her eyes in a fresh wave of humiliation and was completely unaware that from the way she knelt, head towards her husband, Simon could see the way her bikini bottoms had coloured with a growing wetness from Kate's apparent arousal. Yes she had chosen to do as told instead of using the safe word partly because of the challenging little smile Phillup had given her, but so much was fed from a desire to see how it felt to do what he said and put herself in the complete control of these two men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nameless One</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 08:45:53</strong>
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				After waiting for a moment at the door, Simon was quite surprised at the very peculiar welcome. For sure he wasn't expecting that, not at all. The sight of Kate, the beautiful, sexy Kate, wearing only a skimpy bikini and crawling like a pet, was very arousing indeed. His friend Phillup must have let his mind run quite wild, at least in the last few minutes. He smiled. Then he bent his knees, took his tumbler and gently buried his fingers in her golden hair, combing them like he was scratching a house cat behind his ears.<br><br>"Good Kitty... Good Kitty..." he said. He knew how to play that game. As a matter of fact, he LOVED that game. His voice was doting, but he wasn't talking to her like a person. Much more like a cute, beloved pet. Simon couldn't help thinking for a moment about the past romps with his ex girlfriend, pet play and all. But only for a moment. Kate was getting very turned on, very quickly, and that was very interesting. She looked like she was probably enjoying the situation even more than him and Phill.<br><br>He sipped some bourbon, then he put the glass on Phill's desk. "Well, buddy. I guess you want to have a talk about Kitty, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Repression is a 4 Letter Word (JovenSs - Nameless One - Nymphadora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JovenSs</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 00:47:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once Kate was out of his direct line of sight he returned to his desk a tad bit sullen.&nbsp; It was a perfectly good lecture; it showed how the credit cards were actually a hindrance to any sort of successful finances.&nbsp; He was debating on setting up charts with an easel to explain it to her, and this time would have her tied to a chair and gagged to keep her back to talk to a zero.&nbsp; A crop as well, he mused, to help keep her attention.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The age old lecture was changing tunes in his head as he imagined her squirming in her bonds as he lashed her lovely breasts to get his point across.&nbsp; His mind was even starting plot out what he would need to make for this thought to become a reality. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Simon came in Phill smiled and rose to his feet, “Simon! It is great to see you again.”&nbsp; Taking his drink from Kate he settles back in his chair, then thinking better of it he moves over to a seat closer to Simon so it would less like he was some all important figure behind his massive desk.&nbsp; “Oh, yeah, we were about to have our typical argument over the credit card bill.&nbsp; Only, it has taken a slightly different turn as I found out its hard for someone to argue with your when you tell them to kneel.”&nbsp; Phill grins rather like a schoolboy that has successful solved a tough math problem.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over at his wife he points to a spot in front of him. “Hands and knees with your side facing me, I need a footstool.&nbsp; Simon might as well.”&nbsp; Turning his gaze back up to Simon he shrugs a little, Honestly, I have no idea what to do with an argument that can't be won either way.&nbsp; I mean, making her kneel and apologize for being a bad little girl was a good starting point I think.&nbsp; I was debating maybe setting up an easel with charts and diagrams on it, with her bound and gagged, and try again. With, maybe, using a crop to keep her attention? “<br>
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