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Andres

The almost clinical discussion of Rita’s limits was turning him on as much as if they were talking dirty.She was so damn adorable as she turned the deepest hue of red her face had managed so far, squirming and shifting her weight back and forth while they talked about anal.Andres knew a dirty girl when he saw one, and it was clear Rita had some fantasies, even if she wasn’t ready to go there yet.

He would bet money she was an anal virgin and ‘saving herself.’

What surprised him was his desire to be the one to pop that cherry.

That would mean commitment.

He wouldn’t do something like that, then walk away.No, if she was saving herself, it needed to be special and with someone who would treat her like the treasure she was.

You could do that.

Clearly, his dick was dictating his thoughts.That hadn’t been on his mind when he arrived tonight.He would deal with that later, though.Right now, he would focus on the present, on enjoying himself and giving her the taste of being a Little.

After all, it was always possible that reality wouldn’t match up to her fantasies.She might not enjoy being spanked, much less paddled or whipped.She might hate the plug.All of those things were possible, so he shouldn’t get ahead of himself.

“Alright,Chiquita.Let’s get you ready then.Are you comfortable taking off your clothes?”

Still blushing hotly, she nodded her head in short, jerky motions.He wasn’t sure she was completely on board, but he knew the corset would be uncomfortable if she didn’t remove it before going over the bench.At the very least, they needed to do that.

“Yes, Sir.”Her voice was a mere thread of a whisper.

“I’m going to get the spanking bench into position.See if you can get your corset undone.”Going to the corner, Andres inspected the apparatus and found there were wheels on the bottom with brakes on them.Perfect.He flicked the brake off and wheeled the spanking bench to the center of the room.

As he did so, he looked up and blinked, then had to press his lips together to keep from laughing again.He did not think he would appreciate his laughter this time.

Rita was struggling with her corset.Like many of the corsets the subs wore to the Outlands, it had metal closures called a busk on the front, which would allow for quick release… if done right.Unfortunately, Rita had not quite managed it, and the center closure at the narrowest point of her waist wasn’t cooperating.It was still firmly in place as she struggled, trying to shove the sides of her otherwise open corset together to get the little stud to the wider part of the loop so it would open.

Something that would be nearly impossible to do with the rest of the busks undone, but he wasn’t sure she knew that.

Rita

‘Quick open’ my left ass cheek.Stupid corset.

Rita sucked in another breath, trying to get her stomach as small as she could so she could get the damn corset off.Sure, they were all hot and sexy until you were trapped in one, looking like a twit because you couldn’t get it off.It was supposed to be easy—push the two sides of the front opening together, and the whole thing should pop off.

All but one had popped off, the one right in the center, and without the corset holding her in, she couldn’t suck in enough to push it far enough together to get it off.All the flesh of her stomach was bulging outward.

Biggest.Fail.Ever.

When Daddy Andres’ hands took hold of the open sides of the corset, she wanted to cry.This was not how she wanted him to see her.

“It’s okay,Chiquita.Suck in… and there we go.”He popped it off on his first try.

Rita knew it was because he’d had better leverage since he wasn’tinthe blasted contraption, but it still hurt her pride.

“Beautiful.”

The admiration in his voice and the way he laid his hands on her sides, rubbing up and down the marks the corset had impressed on her soft flesh, was a balm to her embarrassment.Rita risked a peek at his expression, and his gaze was firmly on her boobs, which were completely exposed with her hard, pink nipples pointing right at him.

Maybe she didn’t need to worry so much about how ridiculous she’d looked while she was struggling with the corset.Clearly, he was happy with how she looked now that it was off.

Boobs.The ultimate weapon of distraction.

Even for Daddy Doms, apparently.

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