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Betty, the clerk at the adult store where I buy my
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, so well that we’d wind up discussing our favorite letters. Finally, after so many afternoons of what amounted to dirty talk,
     I asked her out. We have a hot time whenever we get together, and every time a new issue comes out, I know I’ll get to see
     her. When I go in to buy the magazine, Betty picks a number. Whichever letter is closest to the page number picked becomes
     the letter we imitate, ensuring us a wild and exciting time. Betty’s very pretty, with curly blonde hair, beautiful skin,
     and a gorgeous, well-proportioned body. The best thing about her is that she’s always up for anything. Sometimes, she’s even
     more adventurous than I am. She has definitely brought out my kinky side.
    The first time we tried this game, Betty got to pick. She wound up choosing “The King and I” from your twenty-fifth anniversary
     issue. I got very turned on when I read about the woman in the letter using nipple clamps, and I could clearly picture Betty
     wearing them. We both read the letter silently, and then I looked at her. Already, I could feel my demeanor change as Iassumed my dominant role. She looked up at me almost shyly, as if she truly were my slave. I grabbed her roughly, smashing
     my lips against hers. She looked startled, but when I slipped my hand between her legs, I found her completely wet. Clearly,
     she also got off on the idea of submitting to me. “I’ll pick you up when your shift’s over,” I said. Then I marched over to
     the clothing rack and grabbed a handkerchief top and extremely short latex skirt and shoved them at her. “You’ll be wearing
     these, with no bra and no panties,” I instructed before I left. I felt pumped up, energized with excitement. I went home and
     read the entire issue, then let my mind wander as I fantasized about all the things I could do with Betty while she was under
     my control.
    When I returned to pick her up, my cock was totally stiff. I’d forced myself not to jerk off because I knew it would be better
     once I sank my cock into her pussy. She was waiting right inside the doorway for me and was wearing the skimpy attire. She
     ran to the car, hopping in and slamming the door. I immediately reached under her skirt to make sure she’d obeyed my order.
     “Good girl, I’m glad to see you did exactly as I told you.”
    She smiled at me, but as my fingers probed more deeply, I could tell that she got off on my praise. I drove to her place,
     and she reached for my cock when we got inside. “No, no, no,” I told her. “You’ll have my cock when I say you can, no sooner.
     We have somebusiness to take care of first,” I went on, my voice calm despite my raging cock.
    I opened her blouse, exposing her breasts, then pinched her nipples between my fingers. She writhed, clearly loving the attention.
     “If you like that, you’re going to love what I have for you,” I said, letting go and quickly grabbing the chained nipple clamps
     I’d purchased just for her. I traced the metal lightly over her pussy before bringing the clips to her nipples. When I opened
     up one of the clothespin-like contraptions and let it close around her nipple, she gasped with pleasure. Her eyes were taking
     in every move I made. “Close your eyes,” I snapped, and she quickly obeyed. I put the other clamp on and admired her tits,
     which were holding the clamps upright. I tugged on the chain while stroking my fingers over her slit, finding her as wet as
     I’d imagined she’d be.
    I moved closer so I could whisper in her ear. “You know what else happens in that letter we read, right?” She let out a garbled
     moan as we both recalled the master finger-fucking his slave in her ass. I walked in front of her, holding on to the chain
     as I led her slowly, making sure her eyes were closed. We got to the bedroom and I told her to lie facedown across the bed,
     knowing the clamps would then press more firmly