Jenna and Mr. Church – The Debut
Jenna stood next to Mr. Church, his arm around her waist, and sipped her wine spritzer. She laughed and chatted with the bartender and other customers as did Mr. Church. Never once did she forget about the plug in her ass, the dried semen on her thighs, or the stings on her flesh from her debut at the Church. She’d loved every moment of it. When Mr. Church set down his beer, patted her ass gently, and asked if she were ready to head up, she eagerly agreed, no longer interested in her half drunk wine.
As soon as the doors to the private penthouse elevator closed, Mr. Church said one word, “Strip.”
Without hesitation, Jenna removed her dress and handed it to him, standing proud wearing just her shoes and metal corset.
“Excellent. Now, turn and face the wall. Look into the mirror and notice your marks,” he instructed. He ran a hand gently down her back, ass cheeks, and legs. She shivered with delight. “How do you feel?”
“I feel well used, Mr. Church.” Knowing he preferred details, she continued. “My skin is tender and will likely bear the marks for several days. I’m grateful no one cut through the skin. I’m also grateful that I wasn’t given special compassion just because I belong to you.”
He kissed the back of her neck and ushered her into the Penthouse. “Is there anything that was missing?”
She hesitated. He frowned.
“Well, Mr. Church,” she began quietly, “I wouldn’t say missing, but I was surprised not much attention was given to my breasts. Surprised, not disappointed.”
“Ah! I see. Well, that’s because breasts and asses are reserved for the Mister or Mistress. I plan to take care of that right now. Come. Hands on your head.”
Jenna smiled, her nipples hardening as she obeyed. Mr. Church immediately began sucking on one nipple which protruded from her metal corset, and squeezing the other. Jenna trembled with delight. He then switched his attentions and Jenna heard a deep rumbling of amusement when she moaned and came.
He lifted his head and said, “My, my. Aren’t you the sensitive one. You’re going to love these.”
He then placed clamps on each of her elongated nipples. He screwed the devices tightly, causing her knees to weaken from the combination of both a bit of pain and much more pleasure.
“Now, go bend over the back of the couch.”
Wobbly, she obeyed. Mr. Church undressed then tapped the lock of her plug. “Time to remove this place holder, I believe.”
He took his time. She heard the lock open the ever so slowly, he began to remove the plug. Jenna again moaned as fresh moisture coated her labia. Once it was completely removed her body, Jenna felt a momentary pang of regret, somehow missing the uncomfortable device. Nonetheless, Mr. Church quickly replaced the plug with an insertion of lubrication.
Without preamble, he grabbed her hips and plunged his cock, balls deep, into her anus. Jenna screamed and left her quaking body as pleasure stole all conscious thought.
“That’s it, my Jenna. You come all you want. You scream and holler and make all the noise you want. I demand your obedience. I demand your pleasure. I demand YOU,” he ground out between thrusts.
He thrust in deeply and stayed in place while he removed the laces from her corset, letting it fall onto the couch. She could now breathe unrestricted. He bend over her, his hands grasping her clamped breasts so tightly that his fingers would leave small bruises.
He shot his hot seed deep within her as her body, soul, and mind shattered into a glittering explosion of pure joy.
After, she couldn’t remember how she ended up in the bed, her body cleaned, the clamps removed, lying in the security of his arms. She kissed his chest and looked up at him.
“Thank you, Mr. Church, for tonight. I’m so honored that you are including me in this part of your life,” she clearly stated.
He kissed the top of her head and replied, “No, Jenna. You have it backwards. I am the one honored by you and I am the one grateful that you’ve accepted this part of our lives.”
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Anarie Brady 