5 comments/ 11018 views/ 4 favorites Stealing Time By: seedyvegasgirl Prologue They had in their relationship the stuff writers try to describe. To put it simply, they had a secure and timeless love, a mutual respect, an unwavering and unconditional trust, patience...and of course, obsession. Their hours were many, long, and unpredictable; so the lover's time together was often short and littered with exhaustion. Once a month on every third Saturday morning, they found a way to steal time. Layla had found an Adderall connection a year ago. Since that first time, "every third Saturday" was starred on calendars and anticipated with a deep, sweet, poignant ache. She would purchase twenty 20mg pills, they would lock their doors, draw their shades, and turn off their communication devices. Then they would begin the binge-dosing. Every third Saturday was now an uninterrupted, 50-some hour day – and they spent the majority of it in their own personally-created heaven, their time-stopper, their reality-killer: their play-room. Originally only a bedroom, the play-room had, over many sessions' time, become the ultimate kink-lover's dream. Once the trust had been tested at maximum level, and passed, then of course...they felt comfort, they then were allowed to delve deeper and deeper each time into the darkest, most secreted, shameful, perverted, humiliating...and, arousing areas of the erotic abyss; their true desires. They learned over time what gave each true, unabashed, unapologetic pleasure. Their journey taught, showed and let them feel the difference between commercial pleasure, and the pleasure felt by two in trust, in honesty. They were always detailed in desire, in instruction, and always 100% honest about even the filthiest of fantasies. The following is a total, uncensored, graphic, meticulously detailed account of their latest session. Historical reference of sessions' past are noted accordingly. Enjoy. Part 1 (For Whom The Bell Tolls) Don had just drawn the last shade of their kitchen window, waiting for Layla to return from the pharmacy to begin dosing. All time-bearing pieces had been stored in the locked garage until the bell sounded, house-wide, to signify 12 hours before Monday morning – at that time, usually without disappointment or mourning, they each took a Seroquil and slept intertwined in grasping, thankful arms. Layla began to walk the driveway precisely at 8:59AM – such an organized, professional woman. Don had, of course, left the front door unlocked for his wife (who hated fishing for her keys). She locked the door to their now-timeless play palace and was pleased to find that her chivalrous Don had shut the rest of reality while she picked up their focus-enhancing, libido-stimulating, experience-intensifying, inhibition-shattering, euphoria-creating time-stoppers. They met in the kitchen where Don anticipated the return of his beautiful wife over an exotic cocktail. His hair still thick and more the colour of pepper, was freshly wet and slicked the way he knew she liked. He sat at the kitchen table in black boxers, sipping his cocktail, he could barely wait to strip his wife down and ravish her body; but first, they had to catch up from the past month. This ritual enforced one of the key elements of the sessions: comfort (therefore, trust). They actually loved their catch-ups, which often provided unintentionally flawless segways to the games that followed. Layla, ecstatic to have this time alone with the love of her life for the first time since last session, instantly lit up. They embraced with the only gratification that can be felt when such perseverated anticipation is satisfied at last. They sat, and began dosing, sipping on a cocktail each. They smiled and laughed, conversating, both as teenaged-lovers and as a couple married half a century. Don and Layla's saving grace was always their ability to marry comfort and experience with playful curiousity and youthful passion – the kind of passion free from challenge or question. The catching-up transitioned to fun, intellectual conversation with all real truth but no real meaning – the kind most felt was a waste of time; but in the sessions, it was made rule that the happiness and enjoyment of Don and Layla were completely free from mass acceptance or societal norm. This was time all their own in which they inadvertently created a society centric only to them, what they deemed worthy. Sometimes what sounded like insanity ensued, other times the observation was no different from others of a couple engaged in conversation turned idealistic, and then when Don (a patent lawyer) muttered of multi-use tools, Layla looked down and blushed.... Part II (The Door Test) She was going to be embarrassed later when Don checked her panties at the bedroom door. Just the slight mention of a tool or toy moistened her freshly-waxed pussy. Had he said that on purpose? Layla knew Don had a reason for every little thing – his mind naturally saw angles that took professional thieves 20 years to hone. Where his genius lay was his natural ability to use those angles on a person for whatever purpose he so chose. The ironic beauty of the thing is this: Layla is a theory psychologist and her study on the analytical thought process' contribution to intelligence in dominant personalities had won her department the Nobel in Science. She and Don, a casual investor of such research, met at that ceremony – they fascinated each other immediately. The faint shade of rose that flashed across her features was cue enough for Don to begin. She knew it as well, and only grew wetter for him in anticipation. His tone went firm and authoritative. His crooked smirk hinting at the filthy thoughts flashing through his mind. His steel eyes iced with power all his from here on in. "Look at me, little girl," he demanded coolly with total ease and confidence. Layla flushed again and felt her pussy gush. Her ache began inside her, deep at her core as her clit began throbbing...she felt it: she had soaked through her panties. This was the first time she would fail the door-test – how would Don choose to punish a complete fail? Her ass cheeks tingled at the memory of her last punishment –and that was graded a B. She obeyed his command and looked up immediately; she knew that cocky smirk, that deep, dark stare. Excitement filled every part of her – to be at his mercy and enjoy every moment of it...she sighed, the endless moments almost near. He chuckled at her – how evidently timid yet excited she was. His beautiful little girl was going to feel pleasure she had never known, all because he had complete control over her. He knew all so well how nervous his condescending little laughs made her. "Yes, Daddy?" She asked, her voice slightly shaken, as a young girl might've. Don thrilled in silence and his grin widened. He delighted in his never-failing ability to turn this beautiful, professional, grown woman into his very own shy, nervous, obedient little girl. "Go to Daddy's desk next to the bedroom. Bend over it with your clothes on and Daddy will be there soon. I've made the test far more thorough, so please b e a good girl for me. I thought of so many new ways to punish you." Layla couldn't help but let out an automatic, aroused sigh. She felt her pussy flood for her sexy, strong, unshakeable Daddy. The more he remained completely calm the more crazy she'd go. She blushed deeply – Daddy's punishments always humiliated her completely – how much more could there be? "Yes, Daddy." She smiled with naïve excitement and left to obey her orders. "Good girl, Layla," he praised her – his little girl was so needy for Daddy, praising her kept her stable and comfortable. Whenever she was "bad", Don almost felt bad having to punish her -- he needed to comfort her so much afterward. "Stay still and Daddy will be there soon." Making his little girl wait for her Daddy was both a reminder of his control and a test of obedience. The door test had always made little girl so nervous that she would stay exactly still even when she hadn't the slightest idea Don was watching her. In fact, the only times Layla disobeyed Don were because she wanted her punishment. Although they all were deeply humiliating to her, feeling Daddy uphold his control made her melt inside. So many times she had been put over Don's knee bare-bottomed, exposed to him completely and felt her pussy throb – this is often what she thought of when she was bent over anticipating the door test.... Mid-spanking Don would stop and caress her red cheeks, he would tell her she took it like a good girl for Daddy but that seeing her so exposed and humiliated gave Daddy great enjoyment. His caress would then spread Layla's thighs apart. At this she would sigh; Daddy would punish her and make her feel like a child but then caress her like a woman – it was always so embarrassing for her that Daddy made her feel like a grown woman should but then would punish her like his child. "Stay still for Daddy, Layla," Don would reply to her moaning. Daddy knew how sensitive to touch his baby was. He would then take just the tip of his finger and with no pressure at all run his fingertip slowly down the length of her slit. Her arousal was such at this point that her juices even wet her pussy lips outside, she would open right up for him. "Little girl," he would continue his slow, feathery caress as he spoke so calmly to her, completely ignoring her swollen clit each time. "Daddy makes you soak when he spanks you. You gush out onto my leg all the time," the tip of his finger would then caress the outside of her entrance, going very slightly inside only every so often. "You get so wet for Daddy when he has to embarrass you... you are such a good girl for me...." His knowing of her arousal only added to her humiliation, and she would soak more and more for him as he enjoyed teasing her. "How does Daddy's fingertip feel teasing you, baby?" Layla would moan, still bent over his knee. "What do you feel inside, Layla? Tell Daddy exactly." She would moan again – having to describe her intense desire because of Daddy's spanking. If she did not describe it, she would be punished further and Daddy would humiliate her in ways she never dreamed existed. "And stay still. Daddy needs you still. Now describe it to me, little girl." He continued teasing only. "Mmm, Daddy," she managed, "I feel so wet inside...when you spank me like a little girl I can feel it gush out of me. It's so embarrassing," she would moan and manage near-stillness as Don began to finger her just a little deeper, slowly. "I know it it, little girl. Now go on, tell Daddy the rest. I know my finger feels good but you must continue." He constantly kept that same, slow pace – so in control, she would begin unraveling around him, staying still as possible. "Mmmnn... now it aches inside me, Daddy, I want to feel full but you only tease me. And my clit, Daddy...please, it's throbbing so bad...Please Daddy, fill me up." He chuckled at her and felt another warm gush of her juices. "No, no, little girl. You're still being punished – the tip of Daddy's finger is all you can have. You're not allowed anything to fill you for a while, yet." He would tease her like this in 100 different ways, sometimes for hours. He delighted in her desperate begging. He hoiped and prayed that today she would fail the door test – he had been thinking of new punishments all month, and my God, she would beg... he had made his little girl wait long enough, he made his way to the desk beside the locked bedroom door. Don's cock stiffened. There was his gorgeous wife, arms flat bent over his desk. That beautiful ass perked up by high heels right in the air. She had her work clothes on, pencil skirt, silk blouse – she knew he loved to strip her of those the most. "What a good little girl you are," he said. He very lightly grabbed her hips and pressed into her. "You make Daddy so hard. Maybe you can have Daddy's nice, hard cock inside your sweet, tight pussy later if you're good." He chuckled and backed away as Layla moaned – soaking again, her thighs now slick with her own juices. They both knew she would fail immensely. "Face me," he commanded. She did, and saw again that wicked grin of his that excited her so. His eyes studied her up and down with a penetrating glare and stopped, looking directly in her eyes. "Let your hair down." She unpinned it and the long, curly locks fell all around, stopping just above her perky breasts. They paused in locked stare a moment before he began to unbutton her blouse, she began to heave. Another chuckle as he paused, "calm down, little girl – what in the world will you do when I actually touch you?" She gasped and arched her back unintentionally. "STAY STILL," he commanded sternly. He undid the last button and slowly slid it off her. She wore a white, sheer lace bra that allowed him sight of her hardened nipples. "A virgin today?" He chuckled, "how fun. Now bend back over." She did as she was told, soaked. He unzipped her skirt, slowly of course, and worked it off from around her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties matched the bra, a thong. He let her stand there like that a moment in silence before commanding, "step out of the skirt and open your legs for Daddy just a little – they'll be spread wide enough later." She gulped and ached, obeying. Here it came. He pulled her panties down and let them rest just below her ass cheeks. He saw her wetness glisten off her thighs. He laughed, she sighed. "Little girl, you know I would usually test you with my finger," he paused, letting the ache he knew was there build deeper, "but there's no need for that," he grabbed the crotch of her drenched panties and pulled them down completely, "you're soaked." She sighed deeply. "Yes, Daddy," a slight nervousness to her voice. He chuckled. "Stay." A moment later she heard him unlock their door. It opened. "Come." She stepped out of her panties and joined Don in the doorway. "I got you a present." Stealing Time Ch. 02 Part III (Dr. Feelgood) She sighed out of arousal and gratification - what a thoughtful gift from her husband. Don smiled at her reaction. They stood in the doorway of the bedroom and right in front of them, there it was - a genuine gynecologist's exam table, stirrups up and ready. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed. He responded with a slightly out-of-role, tender kiss on Layla's cheek. They shared a loving glance before resuming. Don walked at his own pace to their 4 post bed and sat down on the edge, facing the mirror he had installed this morning. He glared at Layla and spoke, "come to me." She began removing her shoes, "NO," Don ordered, she froze. "Leave your big girl shoes on, all the better to humiliate you." He shot her the Don smile, she couldn't help but blush. She obeyed and made her way timidly to him. Their eyes met and he said with such calm authority, "lay across my lap, little girl. On your belly." She felt herself gush out once again as she took her place across Daddy's lap. He began by caressing her tingling cheeks with a feather he had hid under his pillow. All along the fleshiest parts, then exploring her slightly-parted inner thighs, then all around but never parting her crack. He said in a stern whisper, "Daddy's going to spank you now. Stay still for me, little girl, or it'll get harder and harder for you - your little cheeks," he pinched her, "will be beat red." She sighed, anticipating the bittersweet pain. He began beating her sensitive cheeks with quick, crisp slaps, stopping every so often to rub her down. "Daddyyyyy," she moaned out. He stopped abruptly, resting his hand on her tingling ass. "Yes, little girl? Would you like to move on to my other ideas?" She moaned, "yes." "Say please," he pinched her sore cheek. "Please!" She squealed. He laughed at her. "All right," he delighted. He picked his little girl up by her torso and slung her gently over his shoulder - her beautiful, freshly-spanked ass right next to his face. He lifted them both from the bed, and rubbed her sore cheeks gently, spreading her just a little, as he walked them to the gynecologist's table. "Daddyyyy," she moaned. He chuckled again, "oh this is nothing, little girl. I'm about to spread you open for Daddy like a little girl should be." He sat her on the table as she continued to soak and ache. "Now lay down for Daddy, flat on your back, and let your little heiny hang off the edge just a little, like at the real doctor's." He glared over her little body like a ravenous vulture as she squirmed quickly to oblige him. "That's a good girl. Now stay still for Daddy while he examines you. Everywhere." Layla gulped - what exactly did he have planned? What did "everywhere" mean? She absolutely hated when her real doctor asked her permission for rectal exams - how humiliating. She had told Don how she felt about them, and always refused them - she wondered if he would take it there today. There was a mirror on the ceiling - she could see everything. She blushed as his firm grip moved each of her legs into the stirrups, her legs bent at the knee and spread so wide...her pussy throbbed and throbbed, ached so much almost to the point of pain. She began to whimper. "Now, now, little girl...this is the least of it. Be a good girl for me." He strapped her feet down to the stirrups - she could not move. "If you do attempt to move, Layla," he said sternly with complete conviction, "Daddy knows what you don't like." She moaned and whimpered more as he chuckled at her smugly. He paused for a moment, glaring at her wide open pussy and nearly-spread ass cheeks - still somewhat pink from his hands. "Now, wait here for a moment; Daddy has to go get his tools." He smiled and pinched her erect nipple on his way to the closet behind her - she heard some rattling, he was wheeling something over. She saw it - a tray on wheels. What was he going to do with that thermometer? And that other, black, binky-shaped thing? What was the Vaseline for? He smiled at her nervousness and took a seat on the stool, facing her sex head-on. He softly ran a finger down her slit, soaking wet. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the Vaseline. He dipped his middle finger in. "Stay still little girl," he started to gently rub her asshole as she squirmed - he applied authoritative pressure. "Stay still." He paused as she sighed, "this will make it easier for Daddy to take your temperature, little girl." He smiled and continued rubbing gently, more than necessary. He knew how it excited her beneath her humiliation. "Up there?" She asked squeamishly. "Yes, little girl. And you need to relax for Daddy, open up for me baby girl..." he continued rubbing. "Are you being a good girl, getting nice and wet for Daddy?" She moaned, "yes," she managed with some reluctance. Don laughed at her slightly. She couldn't believe how good his smooth finger felt rubbing her there. She could feel her wetness dripping down between her cheeks - Don must notice, too, she thought, flushing. Her poor, purposely-neglected pussy ached so much, and throbbed, to the point of near pain. "Daddy," she sighed under her breath. Don laughed again and stopped rubbing her. He picked up the thermometer and held it up in her vision. "Do you see this, little girl?" She flushed. "Yes, Daddy." "See the silver, metal tip here?" He emphasized the tip of it, about an inch and a half long. She gulped and panted. "Yes, Daddy." "This is the part Daddy's gonna slide into you, nice and slow, right up your little bum." He held the thermometer in his right hand and slowly began to rub her asshole again with his left hand's middle finger. "Are you ready for Daddy, little girl? Relax for me, open up for me, no clenching - it'll go up smoother that way. C'mon." He coaxed her asshole into relaxation and she became looser for him as her pussy clenched and clenched against her will. She sighed. "Ready, little girl?" She swallowed hard, "yes, Daddy." "That's a good girl, nice and slow now," he began inserting it, just bit by bit. She began to clench. "Ah, ah, ah," he tisked, "relax." He caressed her cheeks and slowly moved the thermometer in and out of her, still not to the end of the tip. She almost came, but relaxed again for him. "Good girl, good girl. This will get you ready for Daddy's finger." He smiled. She swallowed again. "Daddy's fingers?" She looked so panicked. He couldn't imagine Don's finger up her ass - how humiliating. "Yes, little girl. I have to feel you inside. Make sure you're wide enough open for the next step." Her mind wandered - next step? He slid more length of the thermometer into her and of course she clenched again. He took two fingers and spread her ass cheeks, urging her to open more. "Open up little girl, Daddy needs to get the whole tip in. Then I've got to hold it inside you for a minute." She sighed deep and her body obliged. One of Don's greatest strengths as a lover was always that he could coax her body into doing things even she herself could not. "Good girl," he rubbed her pink cheeks gently as he slowly slid the whole length of the tip inside her. He moved it in and out little by little, rhythmically, until finally the whole tip rested inside her still by his hand. "Good girl." How humiliated she felt to be having her temperature taken like a little girl as her pussy soaked and ached for Daddy's mouth and cock. She knew this had to be making him excited, too. She knew the question was coming. "How does that feel up there, little girl? How's that feel up your bum? Daddy's holding it nice and still inside you." There is was, that Don smile. He spread her cheeks again, he wanted his answer. She moaned half in pleasure half in sheer embarrassment. "It feels..." she searched for words that were just not there. What if she liked it? She wondered if she wanted him to know. "You can tell Daddy, little girl," he spread her wider, "how does it feel up there, nice and still?" "Daddyyy...my pussy's all wet. It aches, Daddy." He laughed at her. "Yes I know, little girl. Be good." He held it there for a solid minute or two in silence before sliding it out slowly. She squirmed, to which he responded with a crisp slap to her ass cheek, she whimpered. "No moving." He put the thermometer back on the tray and dipped his finger back in the Vaseline. "Are you ready for Daddy's finger now?" He began rubbing her asshole again. The thermometer had opened her up just a little. She gulped. "Yes, Daddy. Please be gentle." He laughed. "Yes, little girl, relax for Daddy," he planted soft kisses along the cheeks of her ass while he rubbed, and she opened up more. He kissed along the outside of her pussy lips - swollen, she inhaled and sighed - she couldn't wait for Daddy's mouth on her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue as he fingered her slowly, gradually satisfying her deep ache. "Ready, baby?" She swallowed, "yes, Daddy." He smiled. "Okay, easy, baby, easy," he began slowly and gently easing his finger into her tight little asshole. She moaned half in pleasure, half in discomfort. "How's that, baby girl? How's Daddy's finger feel up there? Is my little girl embarrassed?" Her breathing quickened as she eased around him. He started to finger slowly in and out of her by centimeters. She was easing into him perfectly. "It stings, Daddy..." "But in a good way, hm?" He chuckled - he so enjoyed turning her on to new things she normally shied from. He delighted in rightfulness, of course. "Yes, Daddy," she squirmed. He swiftly slapped her ass cheek with his free hand. "Stay still, little girl," he forced his finger up deeper as a disciplinary move to which she gasped. "Easy, easy." He continued gently fingering. "Humiliating, isn't it? Having to stay still for Daddy while he fingers your asshole? While your spread nice and wide for me, so close to my face? Oh I can see everything, little girl." She flushed. The urge to move was almost unbearable, but complete submission was darkly thrilling to her. She could feel her juices drip down the crack of her ass as her poor, neglected pussy throbbed. Don could feel it, even on his gloved finger. He chuckled. "Mnn, yes Daddy. I'm humiliated." "But it makes your little pussy drip, doesn't it baby girl?" He couldn't conceal his corroded grin. He thought of her at her office, all poshed up, sitting at her desk, touching herself through her panties as she soaked, thinking back to this very moment. One of his favorite things to do while away from his wife was to text her commands at random and make her prove obedience by texting back pictures. She was such a good girl for him. It delighted him so to reward her when the time came. His jaw and tongue would ache, the scratches on his arms wouldn't heal sometimes for weeks, but none of it mattered - Layla had the most beautiful orgasm he'd ever seen. "Mnn, yes, Daddy. I can't wait for your tongue, your mouth, your fingers." She groaned. She wanted to move so badly. He laughed at her, the quiet sound barely reaching her ears. "Little girl, you're opening up so nice. Your almost ready for the plug." "Plug?" Her heart raced. They were due for a second dose, but Don was in control of the drugs now. He showed her the "black, binky-shaped thing" she hadn't known the name of before. "When you're nice and open for Daddy like a good girl, Daddy's going to put this up your bum and it's going to stay there until I take it out." Her pussy gushed. "Daddyyyy," she panted. Don laughed almost condescendingly. "You're almost ready, baby." He continued fingering and twisting inside her for a few moments until he could feel her as open as possible. "Daddy's gonna take his finger out now and put the plug up inside you, okay baby? Stay still." She gulped as Don gently removed his finger. Her asshole was already sufficiently lubricated from all the Vaseline, and from her own juices leaking down into her. He removed his gloves and picked up the plug, circling it around her asshole sensually for a moment. "This is gonna feel big up there, little girl, just be a good girl for Daddy and let yourself open and close around it. Here it comes." Her pussy ached as he pushed the plug inside her, how it stretched her and stung but shamefully aroused her. Her body unintentionally quivered and Don stroked her inner thighs lightly with his free fingers, before moving them down and spreading her cheeks wide. The plug was all the way in now and Don no longer had to hold it in place. His poor little girl was 100% exposed to him, at his mercy, powerless. She moaned her half and half moan and he reveled in it. He stood up. "Stay, baby. I'll go get us more pills." He masturbated her asshole teasingly before he left the room. She laid there humiliated, excited. What was next?