Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Adam shook his head and chuckled as he watched the wet girls reaction to the attention her pussy suddenly got from the stream of water, or maybe more correctly, from him. At first he thought she was only faking it, trying to act like some kind of porn star to impress on him, but after a while it became clear to him that this was in fact her natural response. Naive, self centered, inexperienced, greedy, weak... You sure could accuse her for being all of that, but no one could say this wasn't a horny bitch! Well, she shouldn't get to have to much fun just quite yet, Adam thought as he instructed her to turn around. By now, he had realized that she was in fact serious, she wasn't going to run away at the first chance. He was not quite sure if he thought that this was a good thing or a bad thing, though. On one hand, he would get to do whatever he wanted with that tight little body of hers - he could think of many uses for it, and a bulge started to form in his pants as he did. That, of course, went in the plus column. On the other hand, he had no idea about how Henry would react to this. The risk that he would see it as Adam corrupting and sleeping with his girlfriend was substantial, since it after all was just what he was about to do. It could lead to a lot of drama, and if there were something Adam hated, then it was drama. So that was a big minus. And on top of that, it was a big responsibility to take for such a long time. Sure, Adam had done long term BDSM relationships before. He had first gotten into the hole thing while exploring and experimenting with his girlfriend back when he was young and confused, in his early 20's. They had done some crazy things together, being able to push the limits since they loved and trusted each other. But his hunger for more had spiraled out of control, his demands on her growing for every day, until she finally left him, not being able to take the pressure any more. He wondered what type she had been. She must have been a type two, he tried to convince himself, but he knew darn well that she had been the real thing. Anyway, since then he had never done any BDSM involving romance, well, to be honest, he had not done any romance at all. That did not mean he had not formed long term relationships - some of his slaves he had kept for years, sometimes he had even had two or three steady relationships at the same time. But that was all a long time ago now. Maybe it was the ease with which he could find willing girls that had made him lazy, or maybe it was the anonymity that exited him, but lately he seldom committed to anything lasting longer than the evening. When he met a girl, he followed the same simple routine First, he got as much out of it for himself as possible, and after a while when he had got bored with the toy, he broke her down and left the pieces lying around on the floor for someone else to clean up. It suited him perfect - minimum investment, maximum reward. The second she stuttered her yes with a voice so weak he could barely hear it, he knew that this would be different. He would still have his fun, and he still intended to brake her down piece by piece, of course, but he had to try to reassemble the pieces again to make something useful out of the body in front of him. Not that he cared for a second about that pathetic slut, no. But he owed it to Henry. That was probably the worst decision you have ever made and will ever do. he said in response to her acceptance of the deal. But it's to late for you to do anything about it now, all you can do is to hope that Henry will still love you and help you heal when I let go of you in a week. He picked up the chain, and started to walk her inside, having her follow him like a dog on a leach. He led her through the complete mess that was the living room to the equally filthy kitchen. As if the pool of beer on the floor and the dried blood in the sink was not enough, there were three plastic cock shaped dildos in shrill neon colors - pink, green and blue - ranging in size from big to huge standing in the plate rack. Every flat surface in sight had at least one bottle on it, and the kitchen was covered in a fume of alcohol. Adam did not seem to mind the mess, however. He let go of the leach, and picked up his cell phone that he had left charging there earlier. He turned the camera on and directed it at the girl on the dirty floor, and started to explain. To prove to Henry what a good girl you are, we will make a documentary, chronicling your training. For a first scene, you will explain to him what you have just agreed to, how far you have given me control over you. He could not help to laugh when he said it. And don't forget the rules, darling.