M and I recently went on a long weekend trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. He decided to borrow his mom’s car for the ride, a very comfy luxury vehicle compared to our practical utility truck. Loading up the trunk with our suitcases and big duffle of toys, he also secretly snuck the canes to the car. Then, we did one last sweep of our room and went to say our goodbyes.
In order for us to be able to go, my mom was kind enough to come to stay at our house and take care of our girls. She was going to be sleeping in our room, so during my last minute de-kinky sweep of the room, I noticed one of the slips of paper from my bowl of fantasies (M draws one once a week for us to do together) sitting on the nightstand and quickly put it in my pocket. Crisis averted, right?
You see where this is heading, don’t you??
Last night, M’s mom sent him a text. It was a photo of that slip of paper, which must have fallen out of my pocket or been left in the console of her car. Under the photo it read, “Please tell me this did not occur in my car.”
The slip of paper described an unusual sexual position combined with a rope tie, 100 cane whacks, teasing and edging, fucking, a blow job/cumming on me for M and total orgasm denial for me. In detail.
Nothing like outing yourself by exploding from the closet.
Cue instant mortification. Blood leaving my face. Uncontrollable, embarrassed laughing. ‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.’ Hands on my cheeks trying to remember to breathe and a sinking, clenching feeling in my belly.
And M, laughing his ass off.
He replied, telling her it was a slip of paper from a game I played at a bachelorette party, that I’m really embarrassed, and that he’s laughing his ass off.
To which she replied, “Ha ha.”
So, maybe she bought it, maybe she didn’t. Either way, it is what it is. What else can we do but laugh? She knows without a doubt that M and I are happy, so whatever comes of it I’m sure will be fine. I hope.
My ass, on the other hand, will not.