John comes over

Today's finally the day that I've been waiting so long for. Rob and Timmy go out on their little weekend trip, while John gets to stay for the entire weekend to keep me company. I even bought something special to surprise John with. I remember hearing him talk about how he has a thing for the sexy teacher outfit, so of course, I went out and bought one to wear for him. I start to think about how maybe I could be the dominant one during sex this time, but then laugh at the thought since both John and I know I like it when he's the dominant one.

Once I say goodbye to Timmy and Rob, I quickly pull out my phone to text John to come over, and I practically run to the bathroom so I can change into the teacher outfit. I put my hair up into a bun once I'm done putting on the outfit, and I look at myself in the mirror. The outfit consists of a tight, black suit jacket, a white dress shirt, which is unbuttoned to expose lots of cleavage, a short pinstripe skirt, black pantyhose, and a pair of glasses. And damn, do I look good in it.

Knowing that it won't stay like for much longer, I take plenty of pictures to send to John later, just so he can look at it whenever we can't meet up. I make my way to the living room and sit on the couch, waiting patiently for John to get his ass over here and fuck me senseless. He mentioned having a surprise for me too, and the thought of it is making me wet, and as I start rubbing my pussy through my panties, I see his car pull into the driveway. I rush over to the garage and open it, just so no one can see his car sitting outside for the entire weekend and start asking questions.

I lean against the door leading into the garage, trying a pose which I think would be sexy, watching his car pull in. Once he does, I close the garage door, and he steps out of his car and grabs a paper bag from some store, and begins to walk towards to me.

"Hey, big boy. I think someone's been-" I say, before he interrupts me by kissing me hungrily.

I feel his free hand sneak around and grab my ass, pulling me close to him.

"Like the outfit. Can't wait to see you taking my dick in it." he says, smiling cockily as he looks me up and down.

"Y'know" I start, "I was planning on trying to act dominant. But I can see that that's not gonna happen."

"Don't get me wrong, you look hot as hell. I just think a slutty schoolgirl outfit or a cheerleader outfit would be better with how submissive you are." he says.

And I completely agree. At least I have a good idea of what costume to get him next.

"What's in the bag?" I ask him.

"I could tell you, or we could go to the bedroom and I can show you." he says, pinching my ass even harder.

"I like the second option more." I say, feeling myself get wetter.

"Lead the way then." he whispers into my ear.

I turn around and lead him to the bedroom, letting my hips sway as I walk in the heels. When we get there, I'm about to turn around and tell him we're here, when he starts pushing me towards the bed, shoving me onto it and slamming the door behind him.

"So this is the dead bedroom that led to you fucking your son's bully, huh?" he asks me, laughing.

"That's right. Luckily, you're here to... liven it up some." I say, spreading my legs, exposing the wet spot on my panties from how excited I am.

"So you wanted me to show you what's in this bag, right? Then close your eyes." he orders me.

"Yes, sir!" I say, closing my eyes.

I feel his hand push me over so that I'm laying flat on the bed. Then, I feel something cold wrap around my wrist, making a connecting noise as it closes. And then another one on my other wrist. I then feel him pull each one and then connect it to something. I already know what it is, and I wanna open my eyes to look, but he told me to close my eyes, and I'll keep them closed until he tells me to open them. After hearing the two noises again and noticing that I can't move my hands as well, John finally tells me I can open my eyes now.

I open them up, and look to both of my sides. Yup, handcuffs. Kinky fuck. I've always been scared to try this, but what better way to do it then having it done while John dominates me in bed?

"You like?" he asks me.

"To be honest, I was always kind of hesitant to try this kind of stuff... but if it means you keep fucking me, then I'll do it." I say, almost amazed at how much different I am compared to how I was before I met John.

The old me would never want to try this stuff, but since John wants me to, my body is screaming at me to let him do it. I try to see how much I can move my arms now that I've been handcuffed, and the answer is barely. The thought of him taking me while I can't do anything turns me on even more, and he's barely even touched me.

"Oh, one more thing!" he says, reaching back into the bag.

He pulls out a black, leather collar from the bag. On the collar, in big, engraved letters, it says "SLUT" on it.

"Felt it was appropriate." he says, flashing his signature cocky smile at me again.

The old me would also slap the shit out of someone if they bought me that, or even if they just called me a slut. But when it comes from John? It drives me crazy, making me practically crave his cock.

He leans forward, and wraps the collar around my neck, making it fit snugly, but also ensuring that I can still breathe properly.

"Now," he says, rubbing my pussy through panties "Time to have some fun."