Buds, Bonds & Bad Decisions

Need to catch up? Read Part 1 and find out what happened to Harry before he finally arrived at Sue and Kyle’s to make his delivery.

A GeenaLovesMike Story, told by Harry

Written by BoxingGloveLove

I must have been stoned as fuck, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Sue was totally dominating Kyle, her slave boyfriend. She was rightfully disciplining him for breaking two of her most sacred rules: smoking weed without her permission, and smoking her entire stash. Shoot, even I had to agree. Kyle got greedy.

First she strapped him down to the bed, tighter than the new Wu-Tang album. Then she affixed a gasmask bong to his face, and erased his brain with a full bowl of the most potent weed that I had ever sold.

Its called Pulp Fiction, and its every bit as epic as it sounds.

And now, after she had just scratched the fuck out of his cock and balls with those perfectly manicured nails…

…She was absolutely stomping the life out of his dick with her perfectly pedicured toes!

It was some of the hottest BDSM that I had ever seen…and trust me, that’s saying a lot, being a student at State. Practicing femdom at this place was the same as showing school spirit.

“Aww, you think you’ve had enough? Absolutely not, whore. I won’t go back to sleep until I’ve made you utter that safeword!” Sue kicked and stomped at Kyle’s battered shaft again, giggling madly all the while.

Kyle grunted like a wounded animal. With his head so full of weed and lust, and his body so racked with marks and pain, it would be a total mindblow if he could utter anything at all.

Damn, I needed another hit. This shit was fire.

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