Margaret's Night Out with Edward

The Night She Chose

Margaret stood in front of the mirror, her fingers smoothing the soft fabric of her dress. It clung to her in all the right places, accentuating curves she'd never flaunted. The hem grazed her mid-thigh, shorter than anything she would have worn a year ago. But things had changed, and so had she.

"Ladies' night again?" her husband, Mark, asked casually from the living room, his eyes glued to the game on TV. His voice lacked the curiosity of a man who still cared about the details, as though her evenings out with friends had become as routine as his quiet nights in.

"Yeah," Margaret replied, but her voice held a tremor. She had mastered appearing nonchalantly, but her nerves betrayed her tonight.

The truth was, she wasn't going to meet her friends. They hadn't seen her in weeks. Instead, Margaret was headed to Edward's house--her lover's. It had started innocently, as these things often do, but now her secret life had grown intoxicating. The stolen moments and the rush of passion were all too much to resist.

She reached for her handbag and checked her reflection one last time. The dress was a deep crimson, a color she'd never worn before Edward. He liked it when she wore bold colors and tight fabrics. He'd said as much the last time they met, his hands tracing the seams of her clothing as if imagining them disappearing.

Each time she saw him, her wardrobe became bolder. Tonight, she wore stilettos with straps that wrapped around her ankles, adding height and confidence. Her lipstick matched the dress--fiery and daring.

"I might be late," she called out to Mark as she headed toward the door. He mumbled something indistinct, never tearing his eyes from the screen. The pang of guilt she once felt in moments like these had dulled over time, replaced by an odd sense of relief. Mark wasn't paying attention, not to her. He hadn't in a long time.

As Margaret drove through the city streets, she couldn't stop thinking about Luke. His texts were still fresh in her mind, the playful teasing and the promises of what tonight would bring. She felt alive with him in a way she hadn't in years, as if rediscovering a part of herself that had long been buried under the mundane rhythms of married life.

When she arrived at Edward's house, she paused before knocking. Her heart raced, the thrill of the affair pulsing through her veins. He opened the door with a grin, his eyes roaming over her like a man who already knew the ending to a story they were both writing.

"You look incredible," he said, pulling her inside without another word. The door closed behind them with a soft click, and the world outside ceased to exist.

Immediately upon entering, Edward guided her to her knees in true submissive fashion. He enjoyed another man's wife submitting to him. His pants jumped with excitement. Edward produced a collar and fashioned it around Margret's neck. it said OWNED in big letters.

She liked that Edward thinks of her as his property, not a lover, not an affair, but property to be used as he desired. She knew no matter what he had in store, she was going to agree. Edward then affixed a leash, and Margret knew what to do, up on her knees, like a dog begging for a bone.

"On all fours," Edward said. She obliged. "Let's see how you walk. Your leash training begins." He tugged firmly on the leash and she began to walk like a dog on a leash."

"You're a good pet," Edward said. "But let's raise the bar a bit"

Still dressed, with a dog collar and leash on Margret could feel herself getting hot and wet, she had never been used as such a slut, no one had ever dared to try. She loved it. She couldn't wait for the next phase.

The next phase came as Edward walked her across the entrance of the expansive house. They stopped next to a table, Edward lifted an anal toy from the table lubed it and lifted Margret's skirt slid her thong to the side, and slid in the cold, wet stainless steel toy. She moaned "Ughm" but liked it.

"Now, you must walk without letting that slip out of your ass,"

Edward instructed. He lifted something else off the table. "Whack!!" A sting on her ass, as he throttled her with a riding crop. She jumped and began to walk with intention.

"Good little slut, you're begging to be used aren't you"? "Yes Master" Margret murmerd. "Whack!!" Again the riding crop stung her perfect supple ass.

"YES, MASTER!" She said louder with enthusiasm.

Edward directed her into a side room. The hardwood floors creaked under his shoes, and the anticipation inside Margret grew. She looked around and saw a well-stocked dungeon. Whips, chains, cages, fuck bench all sorts of toys.. she didn't know what to expect.

" On your feet," said Edward. She stood but wobbled a bit on her heels. "Strip," he said nonchalantly.

She obeyed and dropped her dress, bra, and panties. Standing before him naked, horny wearing only her OWNED collar, the metal leash fell between her legs and was all she could feel. She didn't realize her ass cheeks were still clenched holding in the anal plug.

Edward approached her, riding crop in hand. He ran it across her body, slowly and erotically. Under her firm tits, with rock hard nipples, down the side of her body, she felt at any moment she would feel the pleasure and sting but Edward slid the crop between her legs and massaged her pussy with it. "On your knees," he said. "Yes, Master," she responded. "Undo my pants and suck my cock"

"Yes Master"

Margret was finally getting his cock. She went to her knees, unbuckled his belt unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his thick cock. Her mouth gobbled it up faster than she knew. In no time, she was in rhythm sliding it in and out, tongue feeling his tight balls she was making love to his cock, truth is she loved it she loved being treated like a cum slut, as she sucked she wondered if this was her true self. She felt alive being another man's sex toy.

Edwards's cock swelled in her mouth, she was cock drunk and was sucking and tonguing out of reflex. Edward lifted her to her feet, bent Margaret over a bench, and stuffed his swollen cock into her wet throbbing pussy.

He held on to her leash as he thrust in and out, pulling her head up each time. Finally, he let go of the leash, he needed more, Edward ran his hands up into her hair and grabbed two handfuls like the mane of a horse, and began fucking even harder and faster.

She couldn't believe the feeling, she could feel herself cumming and cumming, her cum dripping down her weak buckling legs. With each thrust, she wobbled a little more.

Her body was giving out because of the amazing pounding she was receiving. In a flash, Edward pulled out, spun her around and pushed her to her knees again, just in the nick of time as he exploded with a huge load of cum on her face, hair, mouth, and tits, she loved it.

She knew it was her body that made him cum that hard, she was proud to be covered like a true cum slut.

Edward unleashed her collar, and pulled the anal toy out of her ass... she had forgotten that it was even there... "This training will come in handy next time," he said. They found the bed and lay down.

Hours later, as Margaret lay tangled in Edward's sheets, her phone buzzed with a message. She hesitated before picking it up, the glow of the screen reflecting in her eyes.

"Hope you had fun," Mark had texted. Simple. Dismissive. He had no idea.

Margaret exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment. The guilt she thought she would feel was fleeting, quickly replaced by the exhilaration of her choices. Tomorrow, she would go back to her life with Mark, play the role of the dutiful wife, and maybe even put on something modest for a while.

But for tonight, she had chosen this. And it felt right.