Vera Vision: Annabelle and Joel (NSFW)

Credit: Jessica Drue

The fear of the unknown makes people do crazy things. The fear of the unknown made Annabelle a bad, bad girl. She found herself fucking up on purpose so she can get a spanking.

She walked into her apartment and knew He was there. He didn’t have to say a word or make a sound but Annabelle knew He was there. Joel was silent yet methodical. He didn’t speak too much and when he did say something, it was short and to the point. He didn’t want to waste his time making excuses or what he often liked to say, “filling the universe with more bullshit.” Instead, He made sure every word He spoke to Annabelle had a meaning to it. At first, Annabelle was annoyed with Joel. He was always so talkative with their friends and colleagues. He was the loving boyfriend that her girlfriends wished they had and the man’s man for all the boys. But in private, He was demanding and controlling. He expected nothing but the best from her and always rewarded her greatly. Some rewards were gifts and money. But the rewards Annabelle wanted—and craved—were so much more.

Joel was her Master. She was His willing student. He turned her out and she couldn’t have been more grateful. It started with a simple ass slap during doggy style. It eventually moved to blindfolds during missionary. It soon became ropes and being tied up during oral. But the physical was just a mere fraction of their D/s relationship. Joel was a Master at mind-fucking. Annabelle was to only speak when she was spoken to. She wasn’t allowed to make any movements unless they were pertinent and necessary. She wore the highest heels knowing the unbearable pain they would cause later. Her body eventually grew accustomed to the tight-fitting corsets that made her breathing a task within itself. It was all to please Him. And she would do it over and over and over again if necessary.

She slowly walked into her bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. She also took her sweet time. She was part scared as hell as to what he was going to do. She was part turned-on, not knowing exactly what was going to take place. Something delicious and exciting, she hoped. She finally reached her bedroom and stood in the doorway. Joel was sitting in a chair next to the bed. He didn’t say a word to Annabelle and just stared at her as if she was an exhibit. He was planning something, she felt it. But Annabelle dared not to remove her eyes from His. He wanted her attention to be solely on Him and nothing or no one else. The repercussions of not giving Joel her attention were not fun and extremely painful—a risk not taking.

So she stood in the doorway wearing the five-inch heels He bought for her. He knew Annabelle standing still was causing her feel unbearable pain and she would probably be in sandals for the rest of the week. He didn’t care. She would soon get over it after what He was going to ask of her. Then she’ll be rewarded as always. A little pleasure doesn’t come with some pain first…

“I want you to masturbate for me,” Joel instructed. He patted the bed and Annabelle tried not to rush over. She walked very carefully once again and sat down. She removed her professional attire and stripped. All she had on were the heels and she always left them on. Taking them off was never an option. Annabelle looked over to her Master, who nodded with approval. She then reached over to their sex drawer, a Mecca of wonderful and naughty sexual goodness. Handcuffs, paddles, ball tighteners, whips, blindfolds, chastity belts, gag balls, dildos, vibrators, pocket rockets and everything else in between. Just as Annabelle began to sort through the drawer, her Master stopped her.

“No,” his voice was soft, “do it manually.”

Annabelle froze. Manually? She closed the drawer and turned to her Master. She hadn’t masturbated with her fingers in years and just about forgot how to do so. “Surely, you jest…” she began.

To be continued…

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