I woke up in my own bed, but I was bound. I know I wasn’t bound when I went to bed, so my mind started trying to figure out who would have done this, how, and why. Nothing came immediately to mind, but the smells wafting up to me were familiar. Then I realized what it was. Someone was making breakfast: proper bangers and mash, by the smell of it. It was only moments later that the door opened, and in walked my favorite guy from my group. I knew he wasn’t who I’d come home with the night before, and I knew that he had no key to my apartment, and I lived alone. So, I had to wonder, and I asked him.
He set the tray down and politely walked over and gagged me. I felt a bit betrayed, but so turned on. He sat down and ate right in front of me. When he’d finished, he told me he’d take the gag off so I could eat, but one word, and he would no longer feed me, but replace the gag. I enjoyed every morsel of that meal. He disappeared to put the tray away, and came back empty-handed. He sat down on the edge of my bed and began running his hands up and down my body, successfully making my blood boil and my body yearn for release. Then, he informed me, with a hearty, resounding smack, that he had seen me out at the club the night before with the “thug” that I’d come home with. He said normally he wouldn’t interfere, but that he thought I had better sense than to take random men back to my house. He was going to have to teach me a lesson about who to let into my private abode. He Then drew a riding crop out from under the bed and proceeded to hit each breast, each thigh, and my cunt with it in succession until I was crying and relenting to never bringing another man home with me. He then rewarded me with a soothing rub and kisses across all of the abused areas, and the best pussy eating I have had to-date.
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