An Expanding Sexual Dynamic

It would be a lie to say that Sandra's new maid outfit was the only change that had grown common place over the weeks of normality that followed. The new sexual dynamic between us had crystalized too.

What had once been passivity in bed had turned into full on BDSM. Rather then merely a fun activity to engage in once in awhile, it was now a constant feature of our sex life. My suspicion is that she'd always considered having a partner for kink play, but never taken that step before. But, now that she knew I was Paige's Master, the floodgates had opened.

One night, she'd sent me a message asking for permission to cum. An echo of her earlier (delightful) torment with orgasm denial. Since then, without either of us having actually even discussed it, that became the norm. Ever the masturbation addict, she'd send me at least one message a day asking to cum. sometimes more then one. For the most part, I allowed her.

Operative phrase being "for the most part".

In the bedroom an increasingly strict dynamic formed too. She'd question me about a particular piece of gear from the tool kit and often find herself subjected to it. Or when it was time to retire to the bedroom for play, she'd strip down and kneel. I grew used to the thrill of her eyes trailing my movements, waiting to discover what I'd do with her.

On one particular cruel day, I gave her a taste of the fun that could be had with creative use of a vibrator. By which I mean, I left her gagged in the closet for hours and hours on end. And between her legs, I'd left a vibrator on a low setting. Enough to work her up, of course. Maybe even make her cum. But, not fast at all.

As the day had continued, Paige asked me several times about why the closet seemed to be rumbling. You should have seen the look on her face when I finally told her that her friend was in there. She nearly went white in the face.

I'd half expected the session to end with a call from Sandra's panic button. But, she made it through the entire planned session. Of course, when I finally opened the closet Sandra was a pure mess. Her eyes were half lidded over, there was a puddle at her feet, and her chest was heaving. I tore off her gag and this is what she said to me.

"Please Martin. God...please. Fuck me. I need...need your cock."

How could I deny her after that? Like I said, it was a routine I could get used to.

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