- Joined
- Nov 15, 2019
“For fuck’s sake, Jack, I did this for you!”
Sarah could not believe she had gone to all this trouble only to end up in a row. It was almost absurd to be shouting while she was dressed like this, tied like this.
It had taken her some time to get ready for ‘date night’. She was in her sexiest seamed stockings, garter straps connected to a half cup black leather basque, she had even left her 3 inch heels on as she had thought Jack liked her in heels.
The leather wrist and ankle cuffs were new, along with the small padlocks. They had been connected to the bondage bar so her wrists were pulled back close to her ankles as they were all bound to the bar. This had the effect of pushing her face into the bed, and her ass up in the air exposing her sex. She had thought it would look super sexy and, for once, maybe, Jack might give her what she needed.
She loved Jack, or, maybe she thought she loved him, but lately sex had been dull. She had never come, and all her efforts to inspire Jack to take more time helping her get there had proved ineffective. This had been her last ditch effort to get him to cater to her wants and needs first. But he had come in, taken one look and freaked out.
“Bullshit you did this for me, he spat. This is all about you and your freaky shit. I’m not into this stuff, I told you I wasn’t and you pull this shit on me? Jesus, look at the state of you, you look like a joke!”
Sarah felt tears forming. She knew this was bad, really bad. She had never felt so angry and hurt, if she could not see how much effort she had made to try and salvage something, then perhaps this was it.
“Fine, fine, as usual this is all me, never you! Jesus jack, I do everything for you, all I’m asking for is a bit of attention to help me get there. I have never, ever orgasmed when we have sex, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
Jack shrugged. He was in full defensive mode. “That’s not my fault, some girls are just not able to get off. And frankly, if you need to do all this to get close, you need a fucking shrink, not an orgasm.”
“Fuck you.” Sarah yelled.
“Not like this.” He snapped back. He started to put his coat back on.
“Jack, don’t you dare walk out. Jack, unlock the cuffs first, They’re on the dresser over there, please jack, just unlock the cuffs and we can talk properly.
Jack just shrugged.
“You got yourself into this shit, you can sort it out yourself. Serves you fucking right!”
“Jack you SHIT!”
“Have fun, bitch!” He retorted.
“JACK! JACK get your ass back here!”
But the door slammed shut.
Sarah was still fuming until the house door slammed shut.
“Shit.” She sobbed, crying into her pillow.
The thought of how she was actually going to get free crossed her mind, but the distress over the row overrode that concern for the moment as she softly cried into her pillow.
Sarah could not believe she had gone to all this trouble only to end up in a row. It was almost absurd to be shouting while she was dressed like this, tied like this.
It had taken her some time to get ready for ‘date night’. She was in her sexiest seamed stockings, garter straps connected to a half cup black leather basque, she had even left her 3 inch heels on as she had thought Jack liked her in heels.
The leather wrist and ankle cuffs were new, along with the small padlocks. They had been connected to the bondage bar so her wrists were pulled back close to her ankles as they were all bound to the bar. This had the effect of pushing her face into the bed, and her ass up in the air exposing her sex. She had thought it would look super sexy and, for once, maybe, Jack might give her what she needed.
She loved Jack, or, maybe she thought she loved him, but lately sex had been dull. She had never come, and all her efforts to inspire Jack to take more time helping her get there had proved ineffective. This had been her last ditch effort to get him to cater to her wants and needs first. But he had come in, taken one look and freaked out.
“Bullshit you did this for me, he spat. This is all about you and your freaky shit. I’m not into this stuff, I told you I wasn’t and you pull this shit on me? Jesus, look at the state of you, you look like a joke!”
Sarah felt tears forming. She knew this was bad, really bad. She had never felt so angry and hurt, if she could not see how much effort she had made to try and salvage something, then perhaps this was it.
“Fine, fine, as usual this is all me, never you! Jesus jack, I do everything for you, all I’m asking for is a bit of attention to help me get there. I have never, ever orgasmed when we have sex, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
Jack shrugged. He was in full defensive mode. “That’s not my fault, some girls are just not able to get off. And frankly, if you need to do all this to get close, you need a fucking shrink, not an orgasm.”
“Fuck you.” Sarah yelled.
“Not like this.” He snapped back. He started to put his coat back on.
“Jack, don’t you dare walk out. Jack, unlock the cuffs first, They’re on the dresser over there, please jack, just unlock the cuffs and we can talk properly.
Jack just shrugged.
“You got yourself into this shit, you can sort it out yourself. Serves you fucking right!”
“Jack you SHIT!”
“Have fun, bitch!” He retorted.
“JACK! JACK get your ass back here!”
But the door slammed shut.
Sarah was still fuming until the house door slammed shut.
“Shit.” She sobbed, crying into her pillow.
The thought of how she was actually going to get free crossed her mind, but the distress over the row overrode that concern for the moment as she softly cried into her pillow.