Hook a Slut

“Have you any requests for this afternoon?” Sir asks as I’m getting ready for work. I have a think as I’m brushing my teeth.  Last week we had a really intense flogging session.  It was pretty amazing but I am mindful of repeating such an experience so soon might not turn out the same.  I think about what toys are in our cupboard and my mind’s eye lands on the anal hook.  Just thinking about it starts getting me excited.

As I come downstairs grabbing my coat and slipping my shoes on I casually suggest

‘Maybe you could get me hooked?’ I can’t hold the smile back as Sir replies

‘Yes, maybe I could’.

The morning flies by and I can’t wait to get home. 

After a soak in the bath I put on the lingerie that Sir has left out for me.  Entering the bedroom I stand at the bottom of the bed and begin to kneel down but before I can sit back Sir tells me to stop.  He then tells me to go downstairs and wait for him.

Again I can’t help but smile to myself at the arrangement in the lounge. There are plastic ducks in a circle in the middle of a blanket. ‘Very creative, but where does he come up with these things? From my request to use the hook to hook a slut! Quite a warped imagination’ I think kneeling down in the middle of the ducks.

My heart speeds up as Sir’s footsteps are heard coming down the stairs and then the door opening….

WINNER! Mr E successfully hooks his slut ready for the fun to continue.

I don’t know where the ideas come from but Mr E is never short of an original, imaginative, twisted, warped, perverted, sadistic, creative, scheme and I’m certainly not complaining.

lilly