Dairy of M | A Housewife Bondage Blog – Tenderizer (Entry 3)
The thought of a stranger controlling me was no longer just a vague idea, but a thrilling possibility. My first experience was glorious. He tied me up and used me in ways I had never experienced before.
Diary of M | A Housewife Bondage Blog – Tenderizer (Entry 3)
For weeks, the business card remained on my mind. What was the man doing at the club? I imagined him fucking me, using me, taking my ass like he did at the abandoned warehouse. I couldn’t wait anymore for more housewife bondage. I was desperate to have this man take me, ravish me, and use me again.
My eyes scanned the card for the hundredth time.
Daniel Hawke
Private Security Consultant
Tactical Solutions & Protection Services
“Securing What Matters Most.”
Phone: (555) 123-4567 | Email: hawke@tacticalsolutions.com
I attempted to banish him from my thoughts. My mind couldn’t believe what I was thinking, but I needed it. I needed it so badly. I desired for him to enter my home, restrain me, pleasure me, and depart, leaving me breathless as a victim of housewife bondage. Wouldn’t a security consultant be a master of this?
I had to tell him. I had to call him. I hesitated. My fingers hovered over the touch screen. My heart pounded in my chest.
I couldn’t do it. Married. A mother. Fear gripped me.
I couldn’t tell my husband the truth. What would my son think? Calling Daniel Hawke was terrifying because he had labeled me a whore. He knew he could do anything to me. He knew I’d obey his commands.
Hawke knew I wanted him to ravish, ravage, and then abandon me.
I fought with myself for days. I wanted him, but I feared the consequences.
Would I lose my family?
Confusion made me useless. But eventually, a finger hovered over the call button. First, my heart pounded in my chest. Second, my hand trembled. Third, my mouth hungered for his cock. Finally, a horniness seized me. In the end, I wanted to feel his hands on my skin, his lips on my slick pussy. My vagina wanted him to use it, abuse it. I wanted him to ravish my asshole. And then discard both like they were fleshy trash. I wanted him to use me as his plaything. My insatiable longing craved for him to treat me as a slut, a spent whore, a messy toy.
In the end, my fingers dialed the number of their own accord.
My heart pounded. Terror gripped me.
“Hello. Daniel Hawke.”
I hesitated.
“Hello.” His voice lowered an octave.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come.
“Hello, Daniel Hawke speaking. Who is this?” Annoyance tinged his words.
I stammered, “It’s … It’s M, Mr. Hawke.”
“M? Who’s that?”
“I’m sorry. You dropped the card on me in the warehouse. You know, the club? I called because I was wondering if you were there?” Near the end, my voiced dropped to a whisper.
“What do you mean? Explain yourself.”
“M, you know. Your card said, ‘Securing what matters most.’ I’m interested in a position, and I was wondering if you’d consider putting me in one?”
“Oh, that meeting we had the other day?” he answered with dawning realization. And then I realized he wasn’t alone. Was it another woman?
I answered, “Yes. I was wondering if I could hire you as a … um … as a consultant.”
Silence ensued for a few moments.
I waited.
Time passed as I became worried.
Finally, he answered, “I see.”
I hesitated. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My hands shook.
A confident calm entered his voice. “What do you want, M?”
“Well, you can help me out, you know? I mean, you have experience with security and protection. With securing things… With securing valuables…”
“Yeah, but I’m a busy man.”
I nodded as I replied, “Oh. I see. Well, I have a business that needs protecting.”
“What kind of business?”
I hesitated but needed to go for broke. I exclaimed, “I’m a housewife, and I have a husband and a son. I mean, I have a glorious life, you know?”
“Yes. Go on.”
“Well, you can benefit my business, you know? You can provide something for me, and my … um … secret clients.”
“How can I benefit you?”
“Well…” Diary, I paused, shaking in indecision. A one-night fling was one thing, but this was entering unknown, dangerous territory. My word hung in the air. Silence took hold. I sighed. He waited. Then I whispered, “I want you to take me. I want you to ravish my ass and use me like you did the other day. I want you to make me your slut. I want you to fuck me. Is that what you want to hear?”
Silence.
My heart sank.
After a few seconds, he coughed and answered with an exhale, “And what makes you think I’d be interested in doing such things?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way you manhandled me in the club. Maybe it’s the way you used my needy holes. You left me on the floor naked, panting, and dripping after dropping your business card on my backside. Maybe it’s the way you glared at me. Maybe it’s that you knew precisely what I needed. You knew what I hungered for.”
“You’re a tough client.” It was a statement, but it sounded like a question.
“Yes, I’m…”
A moment passed as I let the words hang in the air, waiting for him to take the initiative.
After a few more seconds, he said, “I think I can help you, M. I might have a program for you.”
My heart leapt. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Hawke.”
He laughed under his breath. “But there’s a price, you know?”
“Anything, I’ll do anything for housewife bondage.”
“Anything?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then where are you?”
“Um… I’m in the kitchen. Nobody is home, but my son will return soon.”
“Wait, a moment. I have to go into the other room.”
I heard some chatter, footsteps, and then a door closed.
“I don’t care about your son coming home. That’s not my concern. I want you to take a kitchen utensil. How about the meat tenderizer? That’ll do. Take it, slide it down, and enter your vagina forcefully. Do it. Now.”
I searched through the utensil drawer, exchanged the phone for the wooden prize, and followed his instructions with a deep gasp as the wood penetrated me. I returned the phone to my ear with my free hand. By the change in his breathing, I knew he wanted more.
He whispered, “That’s it. Good. Now, play with your clitoris. Use the tenderizer’s shaft. Imagine it’s my cock. Grind against it.”
I rubbed my clit with the wood as he demanded. “Good. I hear it sloshing around. Put more power into it and remember to moan like I’m fucking you.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. Hawke.”
“That’s right. You’re a whore. You’re a slut. You’re a filthy little fuck toy.”
“Oh, God. I’m coming, Hawke.”
“Not yet, M.”
“Yes. But, God. Oh, God. I need to…”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Not yet. Stay your hand, immediately. Come by tomorrow, at two o’clock, and I’ll tell you what I want. Take your hand away from your cunt. Put down the utensil. Back away from it. Leave it on the counter for your family.”
“Of course, yes. Thank you. Oh, thank you.”
“Hold off on your gratitude, whore. I’ll evaluate your appreciation when you’re in my office.”
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