Wife For Lease or Rent...

Ian

IC: I received Mya's note. The list of details for our departature would be handled by my secretary and mistress, Helga. Cara has been kept in the dark so far, both literally and figuratively. It's time to let her out.

I walk down to the playroom we have set up in our basement. Cara had been tied up spread-eagle with a vibrating dildo up her ass and her cunt. I'm such a sadistic bastard, I left the controls set just shy of allowing her to cum. Her soft moans greeted me when I opened the door.

"Cara, darling," I said sarcastically. "It's time to get ready for our little trip I mentioned." As I removed the dildos and untied Cara, I answered her almost unintelliable muttering. "No, my little slut, you can't come now. I'm saving that for your new mistress. Yes, that's right, Cara, a mistress."

Her eyes opened wide with shock. "I have arranged for you to become the serving wench of a woman. You will be allowed to call her, Mistress Mya. From her letters, I can tell you, she will not be allowing you to come any time soon. No, in fact, you will be concentrating on performing whatever menial tasks she deems necessary. Then, of course, you will have to provide for Mya's pleasure before you can even think about your own. Only then, if your mistress approves of a reward, will you receive any pleasure at all."
 
Cara

IC:
The discipline session left me gasping for breath, I wanted to come so bad. Ian likes to keep me in total darkness with my ass and pussy filled to capacity with vibrators. The darkness keeps me focused on the sensations, and I usually cum multiple times. This time, however, the vibrators were set much too low, and after what seemed like hours, I still hadn't cum.

Yet, I had to get past that. Ian was talking about my next assignment. He was right my enflamed desires would have to wait. Ian had seen fit to tell me details and it was my responsibility to focus and listen.

A woman, Mya... No, Mistress Mya, would be my next assignment. We would be going to Vancouver Monday morning which didn't give me much time. How was I to please a woman? I know I am going to make so many mistakes; this will be difficult.

But... as Ian described my new mistress, I began to feel an anticipation being mixed with my trepidation. Long blond hair, blue eyes, tall... I could almost picture her.
 
Ian

IC:
Monday Morning...

We arrive in Vancouver, early. The day is beautiful, and I have to admit, so is my wife. I have chosen a beautiful green silk blouse with pearl buttons. She wears a matching ivory skirt with emerald trim. The skirt's length which ends mid-thigh shows off her legs as do the strappy green high-heeled sandels. Underneath, she has on an ivory satin bra and panties with green piping. Her long red hair is pulled back with a mother-of-pearl clasp.

It has been quite a chore making sure Cara does not excite herself in any way. The horny little wench has not cum for two days, now. But, I certainly have been keeping up my teasing of her. On the cab ride from the airport, I slipped my hands under her skirt, and into her panties. "I'm going to play with you, tease you, and not let you cum," I whispered in her ear. I carefully watched her breathing and felt her juices and withdrew my hand at the last possible moment. "No! That's for your mistress to give you... if you please her, that is." The poor girl was so excited, she practically rubbed herself on the cabdriver as we exited.

We walked up to Mya's house, and I rang the bell. As we waited, I inserted my fingers in Cara's mouth and whispered, "Suck your juices off."

A man answered the door. This must be Mark, I thought. "Top of the morning to you," I said as I stuck out my damp hand.
 
Dear Mr Berkshire

I'm a 37-year-old professor at a small college on the East Coast (I'll forward an exact location if we can forge an arrangement of some sort). At 6'2" and 185 lbs., I'm in excellent shape. My features are what you might call "Nordic": phantom blue eyes and a blond goatee. A colleague of mine from a school in Nebraska heard of your wife's fraternity exploits and recommended the pair of you to my attention.

My needs are extreme and, thanks to a sizeable inheritance, my ability to satisfy them is considerable. I am a leader in the local BDSM and pagan communities. As such, I am frequently engaged in public ritual sex and torture.

I prefer, however, to maintain and sharpen my skills in private. Thus, I require the surrender and use of a woman such as your wife. Since I do not teach summer classes, now would be the perfect time to host you and your wife for an extended stay of say, a month or so. My family's estate is isolated, but well appointed.

I intend to compensate you handsomely, sir, if you can stand to see your wife subjected to extreme practices at my severe hand.

Please respond so we may discuss specifics. In particular, I'm anxious to know if you've any objection to your wife's flesh being permanently marked by tattooing, piercing, or scarring.

Sincerely,
Bruno One
 
ic:
mr. berkshire,
i couldn't believe ur ad when i saw it, but is it true? i'd love to get a piece of you're wife if she looks decent. please attach a photo. i have been told i have very strange sexual tastes, but i still would like to test out your wife. you see, i am the owner of midget wrestling federation. i intend to reward my workers with your wife if that is ok. i myself will want to experiment with her first and then let the little bastards gang bang her till they got nothing left.
i am 7'9" (yes, i have giantism and i exploit dwarfism), 259 lbs and have a rather large piece of equipment. i don't believe ur wife could hand le the entire thing, but i wouldn't mind filling her as much as i can. i'll let her see it rather than describe my size.
i am located in georges, georgia. if there are any fees i need to pay leave your bills with me and i will pay them for recompense.

thank you,

jorner vispulk
 
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