The Slutty Submissive Wife ❤️Part -2

[Jo****]

John, his mind still reeling from the encounter, found it impossible to focus on the study session. He made feeble excuses to Mark and drifted back towards number 18, a pull he couldn't deny. He told himself he just wanted to thank Eleanor properly, but he knew it was more than that.⛓️⛓️
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As he approached the house, he noticed a light in the living room. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. Eleanor answered, her auburn hair now cascading down her shoulders. She wore a different robe, this one deep burgundy, and her eyes held that same knowing amusement.

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"John," she said, her voice a silken invitation. "I had a feeling you might return." She stepped aside, allowing him entry. This time, the foyer seemed even more intimate, the air thick with unspoken desires.

"I... I wanted to thank you again," John stammered, acutely aware of the heat rising in his cheeks.
Eleanor smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. "The pleasure was all mine. Come, let's talk."

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They settled in the living room, but the air was charged with a different kind of energy. John found himself opening up to her even more, admitting his insecurities, his longings for something more than just academic success. As he spoke, Eleanor listened intently, her gaze unwavering.

"My husband..." she started, her voice losing its playful edge, "...he doesn't see me. He doesn't truly see me. He wants a trophy wife, not a woman with desires, with passions..." A flicker of *** crossed her face. "He prefers the status quo."
John, emboldened by her vulnerability, reached out and took her hand. "I see you, Eleanor," he said, his voice husky. "I see how beautiful and intelligent and vibrant you are."
Her fingers tightened around his. "Do you, John? Do you really?" Her eyes searched his, a mixture of hope and doubt. "I need... I need someone to take charge, to make me feel... alive again. Someone who isn't afraid to..." Her voice trailed off.

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John, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and a desire he couldn't suppress, leaned closer. "To what, Eleanor?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She trembled, closing her eyes. "To dominate me," she breathed. "To make me submit... in a way I never have before."

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The room fell silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing. John, the shy university student, felt a newfound confidence coursing through him. He looked at Eleanor, her eyes now filled with a raw, primal need, and knew what he had to do. He stood up, pulling her up with him.
"Tell me what you want, Eleanor," he said, his voice firm, his eyes locking with hers. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

#Master_Johnny🥵

[be****]

Okay…I REALLY need part 3!!!

[Jo****]

5 hours ago, bearded_heathen said:

Okay…I REALLY need part 3!!!

Will write and upload soon :) ❤️