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What I found when I spied on My Girlfriend (Wolfy & Girl)

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Feb 21, 2011
Twenty-three year old Alexandra E. Kane never thought of herself as vain, but she knew that she looked good. Her hair was thick and loosely waved, not auburn exactly, and not red. In the right light, her burnished with gold and lustrously tousled hair looked more copper colored than anything. A gift from her mother, her hair owed nothing to a bottle. Five foot seven inches tall, she had fair skin and dark, faintly slanted, eyes. Her body was soft and curvy, not fat, just very curvy. Men tended to focus on her firm 38-C breasts with their delicious fat, pink nipples that her boyfriend loved to suckle when she permitted. She lived with her boyfriend. But he had a solid job and spent long hours working late into the night and some weekdays. So she had started doing online sexual role plays with guys when she was home alone.

She found out that she had strong submissive fantasies. And the role play only strengthened them. She dreamed of being a slave girl, a fuck-toy, a man’s sexual fantasy. So while her boyfriend was working until 9 or 10 o’clock at night, Alexandra was chatting about being raped, pierced, tied up, caged and deep throated by a raft of so-called on-line dominants. What she didn’t know was that her boyfriend had installed a program that allowed him to connect remotely with the computer at home. It wasn’t meant to spy on his girlfriend, just to let him get files or send an email or whatever when he was at work.

But he was shocked to learn what was going on when he did log on. There was Alexandra, his sweet-innocent girlfriend explaining about the dark, perverted fantasies she had of being degraded and humiliated, treated as less than a girl, more like a slave or bitch or slut. What surprised him wasn’t the anger he had at her betrayal, but the fact that he was so aroused by what he read. He wanted to be the one to bring Alexandra’s fantasies to life. He wanted to actually enslave his girlfriend.
 
Jack's mind was racing as he drove home, barely keeping it under the speed limit. How could he have ever guessed what Alexandra was thinking about when he was away. He was shocked. Stunned. Even... somewhat excited. Plans had been forming in his mind for the past few weeks as he read what she did online while he was at work.

He looked over at the seat beside him, his supplies sat waiting in the duffel bag, he shivered as he pulled into the driveway and open his car door, grabbing the bag as he got out.
 
Alexandra had no idea that Jack was on his way home early. She sat on the bed, the laptop perched on her knees typing out a post for her online master. It should have been an easy post, but this man had really hit a lot of her hot buttons and every time, she got a paragraph or two into the story, she found she had to stop and let her excitement calm down. Her descriptive ability, her knowledge of kinks had grown since she first started writing and though she had little real world experience of the dark world of bondage and submission, of masochism and sadism, her rich imagination had often brought these worlds to life as she typed. Was it cheating to masturbate to another man's words? Was it cheating to lay awake at night remembering what her online master had done to her fictional avatar? Yes, Alexandra did not pretend she had not been cheating. But she couldn't resist returning again and again to this online world that left her so aroused and stimulated every time.

She loved Jack. He was a good provider, tall, handsome, and good in bed, but less and less did she want to be treated like a precious princess. She wanted a man not afraid to take what he wanted, a man who would turn her into the crawling slut she longed to be. Suddenly, she heard the door open. "Shit," she said as she desperately logged out of her erotic email account and closed the explorer. Tabbing to her word processor, she shut that program also, not bothering to save her work.

"Jack baby," she called out as casually as she could manage. "You're home early hon."
 
Jack let the dufflebag fall to the floor with a dull thump. He stood at the doorway looking at Alexandra, eyes hungry like a wolfs eying a baby lamb. His mind was still racing as he looked the beautiful girl over, and he thought about what he was going to do to her. Without a word he closed the gap between the two of them with a few long strides and grabbed her arm, pulling her up from the bed. "Alexandra." Easily he clamped a hand over the girls mouth and pulled her close to his body. He could feel her heart hammering against his body and enjoyed the look in her eye's as she tried to figure out what was going on.

A slow grin spread across his lips as he gazed over her body, and he let out a low chuckle. "Alexandra you've been a bad girl while I've been away haven't you?" his voice was stern, and he traced the goosebumps that quickly appeared across the girls arms with his free hand.
 
Alexandra’s heart raced like a trip hammer. Jack held her tight, one hand on her arm, his fingers biting into the flesh, the other covering her mouth. He gave off a dangerous aura that was very much not Jack, the nice slightly dull guy she lived with. It was a sexy aura that aroused her. In fact, she didn’t grow too concerned until he told her that she had been a bad girl.

As he spoke, he released her mouth and let his hand drift down her arm sending a delightfully sensuous, rippling sensation along her spine. Leaning forward, making no attempt to escape his grasp, she covered his mouth with her soft lips and kissed him. He could smell the subtly sexy scent of Light Blue, the perfume he had bought her last Christmas and tasted the sweet passion on her lips. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, “Naughty girls get punished.” With her free hand she reached up to clutch his shoulder and stared up at him with her dark come-hither eyes and then she asked with a flirtatious wink designed to tame her savage man. “Is this about the Jimmy Choos I have buried in the back of the closet, because seriously, I rock those and they were worth every penny I paid?”

Even as she spoke, she recalled the thud on the floor and her eyes went to the duffle bag and widened. She bit her lip and said, “Maybe it’s not the shoes?”
 
Her man gave her a look, and a smirk crossed his lips as his eyes practically danced with excitement. He'd prepared for this for the past few days. "You've been a very naughty girlfriend." he replied, looking her over again. His hands worked quickly, grabbing her top and forcing it up over her head and off her body, he tossed the garment away from them, casual. "Take your bra off, and after that the rest of your clothing." he stepped back, and bent down next to his bag. "You will not speak while doing this, then I want you to turn your back to me and stand still." he added as he unzipped the bag. He looked back up at her quickly, seeing her still just looking at him. "Turn around." he said again. "And don't make me repeat it a third time, girl." he said the last word not as a term of endearment, but as a title. As a way of not recognizing her as Alexandra, a way of striping her of her identity. "And should you chose to ignore me, I'll do it for you, I highly advise you not to fight me with this." he warned, eyes daring her to try and get away. He almost wanted her to, she was the mouse, he was the cat. He would win that confrontation.
 
Alexandra gave him a sultry look as he pulled her top off. The move had revealed the piercing she had gotten last Christmas. Silver shaped in the letter ‘O’ hung from her navel. At the time, Alexandra had told him it was a gift to him and the ‘O’ stood for ‘Our Love.’ In reading her emails, Jack had learned that Lexie as her friends knew her had gotten the piercing at the urging of her online master, Owen. She reached behind her back and let her black bra fall to the floor. Then she unhooked the yellow silk skirt and let it fall to the ground. She had on no panties, just a neatly trimmed bush of copper curls. She rarely wore panties when sexting on line as she had been doing.

“Oh I won’t fight you Jack,” she said with a light laugh. “You’re in a mood of some sorts, but I’m game to play.” She thought of the many hours she had spent sexting and writing hard core erotica, searching out for the strongest, most dominant men. She had thought of them and her stories while Jack fucked her missionary style. If he was feeling frisky, she didn’t mind letting him play at being the dominant. She turned with a smile. “The name’s Lexie,” she then said.
 
Jack grinned as he took her in. Quickly he shoved her down onto the bed and twisted her arms around her back, twisting her arms so that each was resting between her shoulderblades. It wouldnt be that uncomfortable for his double-jointed girlfriend, but he wanted to make sure he took away all use of her hands. Holding them with one hand he coiled lengths of rope around her wrists quickly and tied them off.

Once he was sure she was secured he slapped her ass hard for telling him her name. "You little slut, you deserve a name when I say you do." he said sternly. He brought her over to the computer and forced her down in the chair. He ignored her confused looks, logged onto the laptop, and opened his tracking program, showing her what he'd been doing. "You'll find your not as sneaky as you think."
 
Alexandra did not panic. The thought of being tied up actually excited her. She thus made no attempt to resist, groaning only slightly, as her arms were forced behind her back and tied with coils of rope so tight that she truly was helpless. It was only when Jack called her "little slut" and showed her the laptop that she panicked.

The sick feeling in her stomach made her want to curl up and hide her head in shame. Alexandra hadn't realized that someone could track her computer use easily. Quickly, she tried to think how she could get out of this situation. She had been so careful, changing her passwords, clearing out her cookies, making sure everything was closed. Yet Jack had everything. "You shouldn't have snooped," she finally said. "But I'm sorry. Please forgive me. It was just a game, a few silly fantasies I had." She flashed a half-smile.
 
Jack smiled at his helpless girlfriend. "Oh I think it was more than just a few silly fantasies, based on how your acting right now." he could feel himself growing harder as he looked her over. "Am I correct on that assumption girl?" he watched her closely. "I'll let you think about it for a bit before replying, I've still got some things in store for you afterall, and a few new ideas after reading all those dirty emails." Jack never expected to be so turned on by how she was now, her blushing face made the feeling even stronger.
 
What was Jack planning? He seemed so much stronger than he had in the past. So very dominant, Alexandra thought as she pulled against her bonds. After Jack asked about her fantasies and then vanished, Alexandra felt a growing heat between her legs. Maybe if she confessed some of her desires, Jack might enact them with her. It was an arousing thought. When he returned, she said in a small voice. “I dream of being a slave, a man’s possession.” She closed her eyes to avoid looking up at his dark expression as he stared down at her from above. “I sometimes crave the reality of my fantasies and I sought out others on line who would discuss them with me.”
 
Jack shook his head, pressing a finger to her lips. "No." he said sternly. "You dont get off that easy." he walked away from her, heading out to the garage and unlocked the door. "Your enjoying this, and I can tell." he grinned. "And I've read some of your darkest fantasy's my pet. As for your dreams of being a slave, you can stop. For your my slave now." his voice leaving no room for argument. "See, what you don't realize is jut how long I've been preparing for this. However I still have some things I need to get before I start training you properly, and I also switched shifts to have most of tomorrow afternoon off and set aside for it" He grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulders, carrying her into the garage, a medium kenel sat in the corner. "So unfortunately, it will have to wait till then."
 
Shock coursed through Alexandra when she realized her lover wouldn’t simply forgive her. They had dated for two years before she moved in with him and he was always kind of passive on those rare occasions when they fought. She saw him as a man who would rather give in than fight for his position. Her heart raced as he reminded her of the things she had written in her role plays. God, she did dream of some of it coming true, but in her role play, she had really let go and explored the outer limits of kink. He had to realize that it was just fantasy.

She gave a little whimper as he lifted her slender frame and held her over his shoulders like a sack of cement. Should she fight? Truth to tell, Alexandra knew she was curious … if just a bit, about where Jack planned to take this game of his. He couldn’t see it, but she had a little cat grin on her flushed face as she tried to see what he planned. It wasn’t easy upside down and hanging down his back with her ass in the air. Her nipples grew sensitive when she saw the kennel. He couldn’t be serious? Could he?
 
He grinned at her wimper, the lovely sound driving him crazy.

"Since it seems I cant entirely trust you by yourself, I cant just let what you did go unpunished." he said slowly, sitting her down. "Like I told you I don't have time to train you properly just now." he pulled a key out from his pocket and unlocked the padlock on the cage. Moving casually, he tossed inside a few blankets and a dog pillow, and pulled out a black muzzle-gag. "Now, I'm going to untie you and your going to behave or else your getting this." he told her sternly, starting to unbind her.
 
Hmm, Alexandra thought. Her eyes flickered back and forth from the cage to her boyfriend. It looked solid, especially the case hardened padlock with the very serious looking brass key that bounced in her boyfriend’s hand. She didn’t fancy being muzzled, so she bent over and crawled into the tight container. “You’re kidding right,” she said with a little grin. She was crouched on her knees with her neck slightly bend, copper curls framing her heart shaped face. “I guess I deserve a little time in the cage, I have been a very naughty girl” she said with a light laugh. But I hope you let me out soon.” She wasn’t quite taking this serious yet. She certainly didn’t see her sweetheart of a boyfriend being any real threat. But she would play along with his kinky little game since it did sound like fun.
 
"Shut up mutt, I'll let you out when I feel like it." he growled at her laugh, before reaching in and forcing the muzzle over her head anyway. She'd learn soon enough exactly what she'd gotten herself into and he was going to enjoy teaching it too her. He looked into her shocked wide-eyes as he closed the cage with a clank and locked it tight. He laughed at her mews of protest emanating from the gag, getting hard all over again. "Lesson one mutt. You do not obey me, you displease me, and you get muzzled in the cage. Do you understand me slut?"
 
Alexandra felt wild shock rip through her as Jack forced the gag into her mouth. Bound as she was, she would be unable to remove the gag. Whimpering emerged from her mouth as she pushed at it with her tongue, tears glistening on her lashes like tiny gems. She couldn’t believe gentle Jack had the strength of will to enact this punishment on her. As she spoke, she crouched, arms behind her back, nodding slowly.

She was beginning to believe Jack had something a bit more intense in mind for her punishment. As the lock shut, she felt the tears begin to fall and wildly shook her head sending copper curls flying as she tried to convince Jack to release her with only the simple gestures that remained.

As he walked away, she was already rattling the cage door, but she would be going nowhere. At least initially she found the entire concept of being cage amazingly arousing. But she knew that feeling would fade as time passed.
 
"I'll come get you tomorrow morning pet." he called back at her. "I arraigned to have the day off so I could spend it teaching you." He looked back at her mewing, bound figure, his hard-on almost painful.

"Are you going to be a good little slut for your new master until then?" he asked, watching her bound body shiver in the cage. With any luck she'd be a lot more willing to accept her new place when he returned and his mind raced with the possibilities infront of him once he'd broken her down.
 
Alexandra enjoyed the first hour or two, but her muscles began to ache after a time. She kept shifting her small body trying to find a comfortable position. It was impossible. She took to leaning against the bars pressing as if they would magically open. They never did.

The gag slowly grew enormous in her mind. She came to hate the taste and feel of it. Tear tracks stained her face and her hair felt matted. I want a shower, she thought again and again. Then as the hours passed, she wanted food. And finally, she really, really just needed to piss. Where was that bastard! She had nodded when he asked if she were ready to do what he wanted, but as she squeezed her thighs together, she swore she would do whatever Jack wanted when he came back if he just let her out of here. This time she meant it.
 
Jack hummed as he got himself ready in the morning, enjoying the fresh feel of a new day. He rolled out of bed and showered, cleaning himself up. As he made his way to Alexandra he smile grew, wondering what he would find.

He slipped into the room quietly, finding her passed out in the tiny cage. Softly he walked over to her and slipped his hands between the bars stroking her face lightly before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

"Are you ready to behave?" he asked as she started stiring from her restless sleep.
 
The hours had passed slowly. The gritty feeling behind her yes said she hadn’t slept at all. But she must have, because she was sleeping when Jack reappeared in the morning. She could see sunlight from crevices around the garage door, so she knew it must be morning. The bastard had left her in the cage all night long. She really couldn’t believe he had it in him. When he asked if she were ready to behave, she nodded her tear-stained face and nuzzled against his palm, her eyes begging to be let out.
 
He placed a collar and leash around her neck before leading her out of the cage and instructing her to stand up.
As she stretched her sore body he walked around her for inspection before easing the gag out of her mouth and unbinding her. "Alright, girl. You have one hour to prepare yourself. Shower, stretch. Whatever. I want you in my bedroom for inspection once the hours up do you hear me?"
 
"Thank you," Alexandra told her boyfriend as she stretched out her sore arms. She reached up and felt the collar that now sat around her neck, but she made no attempt to complain. Alexandra didn't want to go back in the cage. Giving Jack a half-smile, she headed to the bathroom as quickly as she could. When she finished with her immediate needs, she started the shower running.

Checking the water, she found it beautifully hot, too hot, so she adjusted it back to cool a bit. Then she stepped in and picked up her apricot body wash and lathers up, sudsing up her arms and back, her legs, the well-curved cheeks of her ass. As those suds rinse away, she takes out her shampoo and begins to wash her hair. As she does so, Alexandra glances out the shower to where the leash and collar sit. She had taken off the collar before getting the shower. The sight was very erotic to her and as she slowly rinsed out her long, coppery hair, she found herself growing aroused. I'm such a slut, she thought.

Now that she was out of the cage and feeling better, it was so easy to forgive Jack. Her nipples felt hard and swollen as she thought of him waiting in the bedroom. Alexandra finds herself leaning against the shower wall, bracing her feet on the other side as she slides her right hand down to her pussy and begins to explore her wetness, feeling her own juices slick and slippery on her finger. Slipping one finger insides, she teases her soft folds for a moment, before moving to her clitoris and setting up a delicious tingling that goes from her ass to her breasts.

Reaching up, she takes down the flexible shower head and directs it at her pussy. Oh God, she jumps a bit as the water hits and holds her pussy open with her other hand, aiming the water at her clitoris, feeling it crash hard, rhythmically. When she finally stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, her entire body was flushed a bright pink.

Blowdrying her air, she towled off and then began to brush her hair, long smooth strokes that slowly brought her hair to a gleaming shine. Next, she found her make up kit and began to apply a very light scattering of make up. She wasn't sure how long before Jack would let her clean it off, so she didn't want too much on. A good long five minutes brushing her teeth, a spray of Chanel and she headed to the bedroom by way of the kitchen. She grabbed a banana there and quickly ate it.

When she walked into the bedroom, she was against wearing the collar and holding her own leash. "Thank you Jack, she said with a warm smile. "I feel so much more human." She giggled. "Even with the leash."
 
Jack came close to her, stroking her hair lightly. He walked around her beautiful body slowly, appraising her from all angles. Firmly he placed his hands on her shoulders, working them downwards as he continued his inspection, fondling her skin gently.

Slowly he placed his face against hers, inhaling her freshly washed sent, pleased with her presentation. "You have made your master very happy with your compliance." he whispered, voice very low. "You like to please your master don't you?" he took hold of her leash with one hand, running the other over her hips.
 
Lexie smiled and pushed up against his hand. His touch sent a delicious shiver down her spine. The way he examined her made her feel incredibly desirable and as he walked around, the movement of her leash gave the entire experience an erotic, kinky flavor that turned her on immensely. She was already forgetting about her night in the cage as he asked her, "You like to please your master don't you?"

Unable to suppress a wriggle as he touched her hips, she bit her lip to keep from squealing and then answer him. "I want to please you master," she whispered. "I'm so hot for you right now, it's hard to stand still."
 
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