Opening My Private Locker: Surrendering to Franou’s Commands

I’m cracking open my Private Locker right now. That hidden vault in my mind where I stash the filthiest secrets. The ones that make my cock twitch just thinking about them. This one’s about Franou. My first romps with her showed me the truth: I’m built to obey women. Life went back to normal after. She only came weekly. Work kept me busy. My wife was always home. But inside, I boiled. Craving those pleasures she’d unlocked. Anxiety twisted my gut—what would she make me do next? She’d seen her power over me. Desire and fear warred inside. Sparked wild dreams. Night after night, my cock hard, leaking.

Ten days in, I couldn’t take it. Fingers shaking, I dialed her. Heart pounding like a marathon finish. One ring. Two. Three. No answer. Frustration hit hard. Later, tried again. Voicemail. Mouth dry, voice trembling: “Call me back. I’d love to see you.” That night, hornier than ever, I called Sylvie. She played phone hostess, sweet and commanding. Called me her bitch. I came growling. Her voice alone drove me insane. But as I shot, Franou’s ass flashed in my mind.

The Breaking Point

Next day, mid-work, my phone buzzed. SMS from Franou. Heart leaped. She was alone at lunch. Gave her address. Told my wife: work, staying late. Shot back: OK, coming. Tires screeched as I drove. Cock stiffening already. Intercom buzzed me in. At her door, I fixed my clothes. Hid the bulge. Knocked.

Door opened. Shock. Franou, made up, tiny tank top, jean shorts so short her ass cheeks peeked. Smiling, watching me gawk. My dick swelled again. Awkward, I stepped in. “You’re stunning,” I muttered. “Thanks,” she said, locking the door. “Knew you’d love it.” Words failed me. “Missed me? Craved me?” “All the time,” I admitted, hiding the Sylvie relief. “Jerked off for me? Came?” Embarrassed. “Answer!” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good dog. Obey your mistress. No more without me. Strip. For my pleasure.”

Clumsy striptease. She laughed. I loosened up, gyrating. Whistles. Down to boxers, cock softening. “Naked!” Off they flew. “On all fours.” I dropped. Stared up at her tight shorts. Instant hard-on. “Crawl. Sniff my ass.” Bent over the couch, arched. “Love it? Say hello.” Kissed the denim. Good scent. But something blocked her crack. She grinned. “Undress me.”

Total Surrender

Short slid down. Perfect ass. Plug buried in her hole. Button at the base. Pressed it. Buzzing. She groaned. Pussy dripping. Tongue dove in. Licked her to a quick, gushing orgasm. She collapsed. I lapped her clean, stopped the vibe. Cuddled her.

“Kneel.” Kissed her shoulder. On knees. She bent, ass out. “Remove plug.” Pulled it free. “Lick it.” Hesitant, then eager. Tasted her ass. Sucked it deep. She smiled. “Ass burns. Lie back.” On the floor. She squatted on my face. Cheeks spread. “Lick deep. Soothe me.” Heaven. Tongue plunged her hole. She ground down. Minutes of bliss. Finally, eased off. “Love it, huh? Lick any pretty ass?” “Yours best, Mistress.” “We’ll see. Maybe compare soon.”

Followed her to bathroom. She sat on toilet, legs wide. “Kneel.” Heart raced. “Tongue out.” Piss streamed. Hit my face. Salty, perfect. Gulped it. She aimed the rest, soaked me. “Filthy slut. Say it.” “I’m your slut, Mistress. Do anything.” “Jerk off on me.” Stood, stroked. She sucked briefly. Pulled out. Exploded on her face, glasses, hair. Growled my release.

“Better, pet?” Pushed cock in her mouth to clean. Knelt, head on her tits. Hugged. Pure connection. Quick shower. Knelt under water, ate her pussy. She trembled. Late to work. But sated. Full. Her hints promised more. Locker snaps shut. Lighter now.