Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Check out our first post if you’d like, and welcome to the third installment! After a short break for C is for Cuck Cage, we’re back to Adelaide’s story. Be sure to read A and B if you haven’t yet! But don’t worry, Charlie and Crystal from last post are coming back!
The doorbell dinged. “Damn!” Did Adelaide dare to welcome guests into their domicile dressed in nothing but an apron, her derriere hanging out?
She didn’t really have a choice. Master told her they were having company, and so they were having company. He told her that she was dressed perfectly, and so she was dressed perfectly. She knew better than to question what he said, even when she was nervous beyond belief at who would be attending the party and what they would think of her flaunting her bare ass as she hosted.
The doorbell dinged again, and Adelaide went to open it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she peeked through the small window on the door to who might be on the other side. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was their dear friends Charlie and Crystal. They were kinky, too, so they would understand why she was dressed in such a skimpy outfit.
“Welcome,” she said, as she swung the door open. They stepped inside and she offered to take their coats. As she turned her back to them, she heard Crystal chuckle, and turned to see Charlie blush.
“Well, well, well,” Crystal said. “It seems like Derek is pushing you to new heights, hmm?”
“Yes, Miss,” Adelaide said. “Master has instructed me to answer the door in my apron, and, of course, I will do as he asks.”
“You’re a good girl, Adelaide.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
“Bring me a drink, Charlie.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said at once. “Adelaide?”
“This way, Charlie,” Adelaide said, leading him into the kitchen where he could make his Mistress a drink.
“And I thought I had it bad that Mistress made me wear a cock cage,” he said with a smirk. His voice was low, so low that Adelaide almost didn’t hear him.
Adelaide blushed at his words.
“What’s that? Are you not turned on?”
“I’m very turned on, Adelaide said. “And I’m honored to do as my Master asks.”
Charlie smiled at her, “Of course you are. And you should be. You’re a resilient little one, aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am,” Adelaide said as the doorbell dinged again.
J R Vincente 