Chapter 6 Roleplay

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Role Play with Jim was unique. I had never experienced Role Play, but Jim had brought the idea up a few times, more frequently recently. We had been together as a steady couple now for almost two years. Our roles in domestic life were clearly defined. I became a domestic housewife, (Though we weren’t married yet.) serving a dominant man with a very active libido, and an appetite for sexual adventure.

Jim was dominant, he was subtle, cool, tall and masculine. Everyone liked him and wanted to be around him. Being the owner of a construction company provided him with a very comfortable living, a tool he often used to entice his potential submissive. He was a bit disappointed, but somewhat intrigued that I didn’t want or need his finances. So, his focus became on “conditioning” me. Gradually shaping and molding me into a slutty submissive, anxious and eager to please my dominant. Willing to do anything and everything on command, obediently, to please him.

Over the twenty-two months we had been together, Jim had subtly worked to get me accustomed to his nine-inch cock inside me, wearing very little clothing, and being groped in public. He conditioned me to be herded, always herding me into the corner of the room or the booth we sat at. He enjoyed triggering humiliation, especially at the bars or night clubs he took me to. He enjoyed groping me, fingering my navel or subtly fingering my “pussy” to make me squirm while other men watched. Pinching my nipples to make me squeal. If we were with friends or associates of his, he would pull my head to his crotch as we sat at the booth commanding loudly.

“I need a blowjob bitch, suck daddy’s dick.”

Which of course I always complied. He dressed me like a slut when we went to the bars or clubs. Some of the bars and clubs were very elegant, others were seedy. He chose tiny outfits for me to wear that “Showed a lot of skin.” Making sure my harness, chain and collar were noticeable, and my legs and midriff were always bare no matter how cold it was. He enjoyed sharing me or loaning me out, always smelling me when they brought me back or he picked me up. Aggressively fucking me hard and deep when we got home, knowing I would be tender, swollen, and still have another man’s cum inside me.

Living as a submissive in a D/S relationship seemed to come natural to me. I lived and dressed as the woman I was meant to be. I enjoyed doing domestic chores, being a housewife, and taking care of my fiancée. I was not aware that Jim had micro cameras throughout the house and watched me all day while he was at work… In public, only Jim knew I was “different”. My natural breasts and tiny genitalia made it easy to wear a tiny bikini on the beach, or for Jim to dress me like a slut in tiny outfits to go out to the clubs. Often guys on the beach or at the clubs would flirt with me, not knowing I was “different”. Since I never went out alone, it was never an issue.

Trips to the private club were frequent. While the founding board members meet every other month, the club is open every weekend. Being with other men, and being shared, became common, almost second nature. I was young, slender, and pretty. My hair and nails were long and natural, and my makeup was always perfect. I was always friendly to everyone, always eager to please.

During the time that I had been with Jim, my long dark hair had grown down to my waist, as Jim did not allow it to be cut. My diet kept my weight between 116 and 120 pounds and was designed to enhance my hair, skin, and nails. Due to my genetic disorder, I do not have the ability to smell, so I have never had much of an appetite. Often, I would not eat for two days before a date to ensure that I was perfectly clean, along with douching before taking my shower prior to a date. I was a bit shy when I first met Jim, and my first time to the private club was successful but nerving. After that, Jim sent me to a Dr. that prescribed a common little pink tablet that would, over time, reduce my anxiety and inhibitions.

It wasn’t long after that, I became very comfortable wearing thigh highs and a leather two-piece bikini out to the clubs, or a tiny mini skirt and tied top. I became flirty, fun, and a bit of a tease. I learned to respond seductively when Jim did things in public to attract attention, squirming and moaning softly when he poked my navel. Twisting and rolling my hips as he caressed my belly or ass when other men were watching. He loved watching me flip my long dark hair back.

At home I usually wore a matching bra and panty set, or thong panties and a tie top without a bra. On Sundays his friends would come over. I would make chips and salsa, chicken wings, or pizza. I would serve them snacks and drinks, usually giving them a blowjob after the game. When everyone left, Jim would be aroused and sexually aggressive, and we would have a marathon of sex throughout the night. I made Jim proud, and while I was with a lot of other men at his behest, our relationship blossomed and life with Jim was good.

It bağcılar escort was almost our second engagement anniversary when Jim brought up the idea of “Roleplay”. He explained different scenarios, like going to the club and letting a guy pick me up. Or Denise and I going on a trip as him and Bill set traps and detours. It was quite intriguing to see his eyes light up as he described different scenes.

Hunting could be played in the city or the forest. He favored “Abduction” and “Resistance” Role Play sexually. The first couple of times went smoothly, in a bar as bait to pick someone for Jim to share me with. Jim playing a stranger trying to pick me up, willing to share. Catching me alone on the beach, tying me up and duct taping my mouth. But the third time had a hiccup.

We lived in Florida and usually played in and around Tampa or the many beach towns on the Gulf coast, but this time we were inland, close to Ocala, in a little quiet town. Jim wanted to drive by and abduct me. He let me out on the street corner and told me to walk to the other end of the block, he would come by and “snatch me off the street” in a couple of minutes. I was wearing a very tiny outfit, and had an uneasy feeling, but it was late at night so I thought it would be ok. I get out and begin walking down the sidewalk, it’s dark and the streets are vacant, my heels clicked loudly as the sound echoed off the buildings. As I’m walking down the sidewalk, suddenly blue lights illuminate the walls of the surrounding buildings, as a squad car pulls up. A police officer gets out and says:

“Excuse me Miss, would you come over here?”

Just as I start walking over to him, Jim pulls up behind the squad car and gets out.

“Excuse me officer that’s my fiancée.”

The other officer gets out of the car and we’re all standing on the sidewalk as Jim explains that we are Role Playing for our anniversary. Both cops smirk and roll their eyes as they ask for ID, we both comply, and after a quick check they hand them back. As they got in their car, they warned Jim that this was not a beach town and that in the future, his wife would need to be wearing more clothing.

I got in the truck and waited for Jim as he and the officers talked. I was so embarrassed. I was almost in tears when Jim got in the truck, laughing, smiling and having a ball with the whole situation. I really thought he would be upset, but he reveled in it. I asked if we were in trouble?

“No baby you were great! You certainly got their attention.”

I was relieved that we weren’t in trouble, as I said.

“I hope we never see them again.”

Jim smiled, “You will, they took a club card, they want to check it out.”

We came home and had our usual sex marathon, leaving me tender and swollen the next morning. Sexually, Jim had gradually become rougher, pinning me down fucking me hard and deep, spontaneously, when he wanted a piece of ass. Being more aggressive when we made love, leaving sucker bites on my body and keeping me sore and swollen. Spanking me harder when we were in doggie style position. He enjoyed other men wanting me, and watching other men fuck me, sometimes joining in, other times just watching and instructing. He would often bring men home from work with him. When Jim shared me, it was always one on one, or two on one with Jim participating. Or if he loaned me out it was always one on one. Even the few times we role played, it was one on one, unless he participated, making it two on one of course.

One Saturday morning Jim decided, we were going to have a “Roleplay” weekend. I wasn’t surprised to learn that Jim had a Harley he kept in a storage unit. I wasn’t even surprised that he could ride a motorcycle. But I was surprised to learn he had a small group of friends he rode with. I knew our routine, when he was home or at work and when he went out. But I never questioned where he went or what he did when he went out, as a submissive it is not my place to question where my dominant goes or what he does. Sometimes he would be gone for hours on the weekends, he had a nice set of golf clubs he kept in his truck, and he played golf, so I just assumed he was playing golf.

He instructed me to put on my black leather bikini and be sure to wear my “leather thigh highs” as I would be riding “Bitch”, and I would need to mind the exhaust pipe. He informed me that this would be “Resistance” Roleplay, and while I could let anyone touch, kiss, or grope me, I was not to let them get inside me! While he took his truck to the storage unit and retrieved the motorcycle, I put the leather bikini and boots on as he instructed. When he got home, he changed my elegant day collar for the black leather one he presented me with when he proposed. He showed me how to mount the bike, and how to hold onto him. We took off and rode along at an easy pace. We didn’t ride very far out of the city until coming to what looked like a small tavern. There were a few other bahçelievler escort bikes parked there as we pulled up. We went inside, the air condition must have been set on 60 degrees Fahrenheit because goose bumps immediately engulfed me, and my nipples got stiff. Jim laughed:

“You’ll get used to it, after a couple of drinks and playing some pool.”

I looked around and saw a couple of pool tables, and a few tables that lined the walls. A small floor in the middle served double duty for the dart board and dance floor, an old jukebox sat in the corner. There were about 6 guys sitting around, who immediately got up and come over to greet Jim. There was a man behind the bar who looked at Jim and smiled.

“Your usual?” He asked Jim.

“Yes.”

“And the lady?”

“She’ll have a Crown and Coke”

The bartender sat the drinks on the counter and Jim handed me my drink with a roll of quarters.

“Go get the pool table ready and we’ll shoot some pool.”

I did as he told me and racked the balls on the pool table. I had grown up with a pool table in our home, so I was pretty good at shooting pool. Jim has a pool table also, and the first time we played for clothes, shortly after we met, I remained dressed. He was impressed, but disappointed, resorting to dominance for a blowjob and sex after the game.

Jim reveled when we played pool in public, the tiny outfits I wore, and the ability to play pool well often attracted attention. I was always keenly aware of the outfits I wore and usually stayed low key. But a couple of drinks and playing pool well, quickly made me forget my attire as I worked my way around the pool table, flipping my long dark hair back, my breasts visible while bending over wiggling my ass just before making my shot. My slender fingers wrapped seductively around the pool stick, my long-polished nails acting as my base to steady my hand.

As we played pool, other guys put their quarters up for the next game. Jim made me play well, challenging me with a good shot every now and then, but ultimately

let me win so the other guys could play. As he walked past me, he whispered

“Thumbs up let them win, thumbs down, you win.”

Classic rock played on the jukebox as it began getting crowded. I watched Jim closely as he sat at the bar, talking to a group of people and watching me play pool. I paid close attention to his hands and the thumbs up or down. I didn’t know if he was winning money as I played but after playing for a couple of hours, having won most but losing the few he instructed me to, I sat at the bar with Jim and sipped another drink. We danced a few times, and he watched me dance along with the other girls on the tiny dance floor. It was getting late, and the crowd was thinning out. Jim suggested we play one more game of pool before we left. As I racked the balls, I noticed the guys that had won while we were playing earlier, all standing around.

The jukebox was still playing when the guy behind the bar threw Jim some keys and told him to be sure to lock up when he was done. I saw Jim lock the door behind him as he left. He smiled at the five guys that were sitting at the bar as he joined me at the pool table. We began our game, the guys that were at the bar gathered around the pool table. Jim gleefully announced that every time I missed in this game, I lost a piece of clothing, feeling confident about my skills, I anxiously agreed.

As I made my first shot, the balls scattered, with two solids going in the pockets. I had a clear shot on the next one as I wiggled my ass and made my shot. I watched as the ball rolled smoothly across the table and Jim’s hand come down and block the pocket. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him, he smiled largely as he told me to take my top off. I took my top off and handed it to him as he prepared to make his shot. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me under my arms and hands grabbing my breasts. I saw Jim put his pool stick on the rack as he came toward me, he took my pool stick and laid it on the table as he lifted my legs. They laid me on edge of the pool table. He kissed me aggressively, then sucked and bit my neck as he whispered,

“I’m sorry baby this is not going to be Role Play… This is going to be your first Multiples/Train.”

He pushed me back on the table, took his knife out and cut my leather bikini bottoms off of me. He put my legs over his shoulders, using his thick precum as lube, he thrust his cock violently inside me as I screamed and squirmed. He fucked me hard and deep as I squirmed and moaned, making sure I orgasmed before jerking his cock out of me. I barely took a breath when I felt someone putting my legs on their shoulders and thrusting a hard cock inside me, again causing me to scream and squirm and orgasm.

All five had their turn with me laying on the pool table. At some point I remember being on the floor nude, except for my collar and thigh boots, and being dragged şirinevler escort across the floor to the small dance floor. There, I was on my hands and knees getting fucked and sucking cock. I had several orgasms before I finally passed out. I started waking up as Jim was carrying me into our house. He put me in the tub and ran the water, I was in and out as he gently washed me, rinsed me and carried me to bed.

I woke up the next morning nude and alone, my “pussy” was sore, swollen, throbbing and pulsing. I was bruised and scratched, my nipples and navel were raw. My mouth was dry with a slight taste of cum. I heard Jim coming down the hallway to our bedroom. Still in his housecoat, he had a bagel and a large glass of orange juice for me. He sat the orange juice and bagel down on the nightstand and sat on the side of the bed, His fingers brushing my long dark hair from my face.

“Rough night huh baby? Are you alright?”

I put my head in my hands as I softly moaned, “What happened?”

Jim smiled largely

“What’s the last thing you remember?

I thought for a moment and said,

“I remember playing pool, I remember your friends, and I remember you putting my legs over your shoulders at some point.”

Jim, still smiling largely, begin to tell me about the night before.

“You were fantastic! You were cute and sexy, and so much fun! I knew what I had planned, so I had your Crown and Cokes doubled. You only drank two, but after half of the first one you were flirting with everyone. You were purposely being seductive shooting pool, smiling and flirting as you swished your tail and wiggled your ass before making your shot. Showing off because you were playing so well. You and the other girls danced seductively, both on your own and with me and the other guys. You were kissing other guys and sucking tongue and letting guys finger your navel and pinch your tits. Like I said, you were cute and sexy, and I was so proud.”

He leaned in and kissed me gently as he looked into my eyes.

“And when It came to the gangbang, you performed flawlessly. You took all of them twice on the pool table, pumping your hips, gasping and moaning and begging us to fuck you harder. I lost count on the dance floor, but you were getting your guts fucked out and sucking cock like you were starving to death. You seemed to have a massive orgasm just before you passed out, you were screaming “Oh my god, fuck me!” You started quivering, having a massive orgasm, your body went limp after that, and you passed out. Your orgasm still leaking out of you.”

I sipped the juice and broke off tiny pieces of the bagel to eat as he told me what had happened. As he talked, I began to remember feeling really good, cute and sexy, and so aroused. All the attention was overwhelming, my body feeling the sensation of multiple hands caressing, grabbing, pulling, and holding me down. I remember a huge cock inside me, sucking cock and multiple orgasms being coaxed out of me over and over. I began to smile as I thought about how I felt, so free and fun, sexy and pretty.

Jim pulled back the covers and saw my nipples and navel, red and raw. A few bruises on my hips and shoulders, and sucker bites on my neck, belly and inner thighs. He got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve a tube of ointment. He stood by the bed and took his housecoat off, revealing his beautiful masculine nude body, as he scooted me over to lay beside me. He pulled my long dark hair back and kissed me gently then squeezed the ointment from the tube onto his fingers and gently applied it to my nipples. I moaned softly feeling the ointment soothing my nipples. Then, squeezing more onto his finger, he applied the ointment to my navel, his finger probing deep. I again moaned but also squirmed. Feeling his finger in my tender, raw, navel aroused me.

His kiss was violent and forceful as his finger probed deeper into my navel, making me squirm and moan more. I felt him subtly rolling on top of me, spreading my legs as his hips settled between them. I tried to close my legs and tried to pull away, trying to say,

“No daddy please!”

But his forceful tongue was deep in my throat as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. With my hands on his shoulders, I tried to push him back. He grabbed my wrists and held them above me on the bed as his piercing blue eyes looked deep into my soul. My “pussy” was so tender and swollen as his cum soaked cock teased and lubed me. I could feel his thick, massive, hard cock spreading my butt cheeks. I jerked and screamed loudly as he suddenly thrust his thick hot hard cock deep inside me! Squirming and writhing wildly as he pumped his cock aggressively inside me, growling,

“I love feeling your tight swollen “pussy” gripping my cock!”

I squirmed and screamed as he fucked me, my orgasms growing rapidly inside me as my wrists broke free. I gripped his shoulders and sucked his tongue as I arched my back, pumping my hips to meet his deep hard thrusts. I could feel his thick hard cock in my lower stomach making my navel tingle and ache as my orgasms swelled inside me. My thighs gripped his hips as my perky breasts bounced with each thrust. I gasped loudly and squealed as I felt him tense up and grunt, feeling his sudden gush of thick hot cum jetting inside me as my orgasm escaped violently onto my belly, cum pooling in my navel.