Demorica & black hand

[Demorica]

Victoria waited in the living room, reading one of her many exotic romance novels, always enjoying them because sometimes they gave her interesting ideas on what she could try out with her husband, even if some of it seemed impossible, it was always interesting to see how creative the author could be. Victoria was very successful in her online business sales, and so enjoyed her life at home. Flipping through the pages she read more into the book, blushing a little at some of the things said and done, knowing her husband would be home soon so she did not get back on the computer to do more work, because once he got home it was their time, just the two of them and whatever it was that he wanted to do. She sat on the couch, sprawled out in a spaghetti strap shirt, a long skirt, but the slits in the side went all the way up to her hips, barely covering her black lace thong, and on her feet she had her black high heels, wanting to look sexy for him.

Victoria was a slender petite young woman, standing only five foot five without the heels, and had a C bust, as well as finely shaped hips and tone ass from working out at the gym in the morning. Her long dark chocolate brown hair tumbled down over her breasts and down her back half way, leaving her long bangs to caress her cheeks. Her Light baby blue eyes scanned the page before turning to the next and reading it. She had finished dinner not too long ago so it was hot and ready to go once he came in. Victoria was beautiful to say the least, and her milky white skin was perfect for her kinks since a whip mark showed up on her delicate skin so easily, and she did not have to worry about others at work seeing it so she did not mind. Stretching a little she set her book down and closed her eyes slowly, relaxing a little on the comfortable couch almost dozing off a little.

She had gotten married a little more than a year ago, meeting him at school, she was in for business, and almost finished, and he was going to law school, and the two just happened to fit, it was not until later that he had introduced her into the life style, and opened up a whole new world for her, discovering that she truly enjoyed everything that they did and experimented with him often, after getting to know each other they had moved in and she showed her so much more. Then came the proposal and the wedding. Now here she was, her ring on her finger and sitting at home waiting for her husband and master to come home, excited to see him, as thought it was the first day all over again, always greeting him with a smile, hug, and a kiss. Vicky sighed softly running a hand through her long hair then as she brought her hand down she noticed an accessory missing and quickly rushed to the bedroom, looking for the collar he had gotten her, enjoying it so much, not only because it look wonderful on her dainty neck, but for other reasons as well. Looking in the mirror to make sure it as straight she listened for the door to the house and walked back over to where she had been on the couch again.

 

[Black Hand]

John was driving home. classes for the day had been hard. they were covering charging theory, so naturally it made him a little dirty inside. he planned on going up the prosecution end of the career anyway so it wasn't something he had to worry about to much. it was his goal to one day make it to district attorney. maybe even federal judge if he was lucky. he had a passion for justice for along time. a good friend of his was killed, and his killer got off scot free. he came from a rich family. his parents were both doctors. they had tried to get him to show an interest in medicine growing up, but that failed. they were however very relieved when he showed an interest in law. it made them sure that they wouldn't have to worry about supporting him his whole life. naturally he went to Boston college to get his first degree. and that is where he met vic. she was the brightest star in his eye. beautiful. fun. devoted. she was the perfect girl to him. the two fell in love over the course of a year. by the end of it, the two were never apart from one another.

he had always been very interested in bdsm. it was just an interest he had. but the thing is, when he told Vicc about his interest, he expected her to laugh at him. he really did. but not only did she get more interested then he thought, but by the end she was coming to like it just as much if not more than he did. she urged him to spend money on restraints and toys, so he could tie her up, and give her ever more different way of punishing her and giving her. a month or so after he had told her about the new relationship the two would have, he found himself asking her if they wanted the real deal. a full live in master slave BDSM life style. but right before he asked her he did something else. he proposed. he used the ring his dad had gotten his mom. a shining blue diamond on a stunning silver band. it had been the happiest moment of his life. it had been the proudest moment as well. the feel of her lips as she kissed him had been amazing.

now john was not the world’s most handsome man, but he didn't look anything in the remote vicinity of bad either. he had short brown hair, and a rather clean look. his muscles were toned and strong, and he wasn't too tall but not too short, staying at six feet tall. he was proud of his looks, but not as proud of the way his stunning wife looked. she was the apex of beauty. a light that shone above all else. and it only made him love her more for it. but it was far from the thing he liked best about her. that belonged to her personality, and only that. she was smart and clever, capable of keeping up with him easily despite his formal law school training. yet she still the air of servility around her that he loved to see and feel. it made him feel like not just her lover and husband, but her master to. because that was what they were to each other. not just lovers, but owner and slave as well. and neither of them would have it any other way.

he beeped the horn of his car as he waited for traffic to calm down a bit. he didn't want to be late getting him. he knew she was already signing off from her business, and probably was waiting for him, dinner already prepared. he imagined her waiting by the door, smile on her luscious lips, and around her slender neck would be the stunning jeweled collar that symbolized the fact he owned her. on it was a tag that said property of john, so as to remind them both who she belonged to whenever it was encircled around her slim throat. the sight brought a smile to his face just by the mental image alone. still this was only serving to anger him, he wanted to be home already. he wanted to have his arms around her waist, and his head by her ear telling her that he was glad to be back. that he was glad to have her in his hand again. but all he could do, was wait for the Boston traffic he had to run through while returning home from school to let up.

 

[Demorica]

Once the collar was on she entered the kitchen again, looking at everything around her, the home was nice, what she had always dreamed of, and always wanted. She strived to keep her husband happy, anything that pleased him she tried to do it, and if she could not she would try to learn. Walking into the kitchen she looked at the clock and sighed wondering if he got caught up in traffic, knowing most the time he would be home by now, but she figured she should start working on desert, baking was her second best skill, and she enjoyed it, she made many different things, but this time she had cut and cleaned some apples and strawberries and prepared them on a platter with powered sugar and caramel for dipping, a light snack that she loved and could turn into something more if John wanted to.

She had widened her learning since she had married him, going to a few different schools in her spare time, such as massage classes and getting her license, as well as yoga, making her very flexible. She knew he enjoyed a lot of the things she learned sexually as well as if he had a hard day at work she could do many different things to relax him and make him feel better no matter what. She had a few friends, most of them close and the ones that had been in her wedding, but other than the occasional girls night out she regularly spent time with her husband, going out when there was time, and spending weekends together doing various things.

Her hand came to the collar, absentmindedly running a finger over the inscription saying she belonged to him, a small smile coming to her lips, the thought always brought butterflies to her stomach even now. She went over to the pots with dinner in them and lowered them to a simmer to keep everything warm without burning it, not eating anything until he arrived. She walked back over to the couch and sat down, picking up her book again and reading another chapter or two until he got home hoping it would not take too long, but traffic was often horrible so she would remember this and make sure to cook a little slower so that it would be done by time he arrived just in case this were to happen again.

She was lucky, or so she believed. She still did not understand how she had managed to get such a wonderful man as her husband, but then again Vic never saw herself as beautiful until one morning her husband said it and when she tried to argue he told her to be quiet and said only his opinion mattered, and she believed it, so she settled for that, but she still believed she was lucky to have met him, and would have it no other way.

 

[Black Hand]

the pileup kept going and going. it pissed him off more then he could believe. wishing that the cars would just magically vanish. that way he could see his beloved vic sooner. he imagined her waiting frustrated at his lateness. of course he didn't know if this was the case. still he wished the traffic would begin to dissipate sooner rather then later. this was starting to really piss him off. the feel of his seat against his back made him even more annoyed. vic was a good back rubber. if she wanted to she could get a career in it. not that he wasn't pleased with her current career. and his desire to feel her soft skilled hands work out all of the stress of the day was overwhelming. but all he could feel was the seat of his car pressing against his tight muscles. making him scowl in annoyance.

he hurriedly got out his phone. normally he did not text while on the road. it wasn't safe. but at his current two miles per hour, he felt that somehow he would survive. and he was to concerned with telling her that he wasn't going to be home for a little bit to care about the minute danger. it was just too important to him. he typed in with one hand:
stuck in traffic, be back when i can
as soon as he clicked the send button transmitting the message to her phone, he closed his. after all, didn't want any problems. and if traffic did decongest while he was on the phone he would have a problem on his hands. he slid the phone into his pocket, and turned his eyes back to the road. the smell of gasoline permeated the air around him. boston traffic was the worst thing since war was invented.

he was luckily he chose right then and there to put the phone away, because a few seconds after his attention strayed back to the road in front of him, as though it were magic the traffic jam vanished into thin air. the cars around him returned to decent speeds, flying forward with the power of the vehicle. he happily pressed his foot on the gas, and drove forward, happy that this little pocket of unhappiness was coming to an end. the drive back to his home from the current spot would not be to bad. ten minutes or so at most.

before he could say i'm back baby, he was already at the house. it was a nice house. big and cozy. or at least as big as you were going to get for five hundred thousand in the boston suburbs. his parents had payed for it. they had kept a good million locked away for his college, and when he got scholarships, suddenly that money became a gift for him when he got married. it let him buy the house, pay back both of their loans, and fund an impressive number of toys for them. her salary from her job just went to savings. it let them live the lifestyle they wanted on his terms. he couldn't be happier with it. slowly his car pulled into the drive way. he couldn't wait to see her smiling face. slowly he grabbed the steel door handle, and opened the door, once again bringing him into the view of his wife for the first time since morning

 

[Demorica]

Hearing the cell phone go off she went over to it and checked her messages. Sighing softly she gave a slight pout at the message, knowing traffic was horrible, but she knew he would be home as soon as he could be without criminal speeding. She went back to the food, checking on it to make sure it had not gone cold and to stir it as well. Walking over to the cabinet she took out the plates and utensils, carefully set them on the table ready for their use.

Walking over to the kitchen sink she washed her hands again, finding herself bored and impatient, wanting to see her husband and it seemed that fate wanted to get him stuck in traffic. Walking over to the couch she turned on the television and began watching one of her sci fi movies. However once not too far into the movie she heard the door knob being turned and was up quickly to head over to it, seeing john as he walked inside. Smiling she rushed over to him, hugging him tightly and nearly knocking them both over. She giggled softly as she got on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips, "I missed you." She said sweetly before releasing him and taking a few steps back so he could close the door. Looking up at him she had a very pleased smile on her lips, clearly proud of herself for having everything finished by time he had gotten home, as well as just overjoyed to see him.

Walking over to the kitchen she quickly got everything all into the serving dishes and placed them on the table showing him she had made a very nice and fancy looking dinner. "Well it is ready, and desert is ready as well so leave some room for desert, I diced up some fruit, got caramel sauce, and powdered sugar for the strawberries." She said with a very pleased look.

 

[Black Hand]

the moment he crawled through the door, he found himself at the receiving end of a running hug. the force of it was enough so that despite his wife's petite stature, he was still almost knocked over by it. her soft arms wrapped around his neck, is arms wrapped around her back right above her ass. eh slowly turned around twirling around through the air for a second before lowering her. the tag on her collar bounced up and down as it moved. then as he let her down more, she leaned up for a kiss. it was warm and passionate and it told him without a single word that she missed him while he was gone. then they finally broke apart. after begin told that she missed him, he turned around and closed he door. as he said it, he turned his head back to her had said softly "i missed you to babe. i'm sorry i was late."

as she moved over to the kitchen he watched happily. her heals clicked on the floor with each step, and they forced her to say as she walked making her only more sexy to him. the jeweled collar he bought her was encircling her throat just as he hoped it would be. finally he stopped for a second to notice that he was pretty hungry, so the thought of having dinner right now was good. especially since it was made by her. a second or so alter he strolled after her two her kitchen.

the meal he saw as expansive and looked like a feast. he could not be more pleased by this. in his eyes his wife was without a doubt one for the best cooks that he knew of, and he was still reeling from the fact he would get a meal cooked by her every day. as he walked to his seat he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then sat down.

then he motioned towards her. in his pocket was a small lock. when it was on the collar it signified that they were entering master slave mode. while naturally still lovers in this mode, it would tell her to be as submissive and obedient as he loved her to be, and as she loved to be. it meant she had to address him respectfully, and had to be obedient to the very letter. furthermore the lock could only be removed by a key he owned, so it was on until he said it wasn't. as she leaned over to him, he fastened it to the back of the collar locking it on. then he said forcefully "today i want you to be my little girly girl. change into your pink nightie, put on your pink lace thing and push-up bra, and then finish with your garter belt and stocking in the same color with your pink heels with the ankle straps". after saying it he gave ehr an affectionate pat on the ass to get her moving "then we will eat"