"Paul!" She whimpered, shaking her head, then kissing him again and again, kissing his cheeks and neck, running her fingers through his hair and nuzzling her face against his. "Oh Paul!"
Paul kissed her back, groping her, pulling her hair and biting her, and she gasped, panting and quivering.
"Wait-" she said, sitting up, "wait here."
She ran off and Paul sat back, waiting for her until she returned, holding something in her hand.
"I got this for Roger for our first anniversary, when I still had hope for our marriage," she said, looking away. "I want you to have it. He never wears it, he'll never notice it."
It was a watch, antique looking, silver with a white face, so many dials and hands, so many functions, with a dark brown leather strap. It looked like something a captain would wear, expensive and ornate, yet simple and utilitarian.
"Wow," Paul smiled, looking it over, and on the back was an engraving. "My heart belongs to you" and her initials.
"Do you like it? Will you wear it?" She asked, kneeling before him, taking his hand and putting it on him, smiling as he looked at it in awe.
"Yes, of course I will, every day," he smiled, and she purred, resting her head in his lap, grabbing his cock and gently stroking him.
"Good, it looks so good on you," she gushed. "You're such a handsome man."
Paul didn't know what to say, he just kept staring at the watch, then looking down at her as she smiled up at him, her big doe eyes fluttering.
"I'm a mess," she sniffled, wiping her face, her tears finally beginning to dry. "I'm going to go clean up for you, sir, here, watch some TV while you wait."
She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, picking up his legs and placing them on the couch, grabbing a pillow and forcing it behind his back, her hand gently caressing his face.
"Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Would you like some fruit? Some cheese and crackers? Wine?"
"Some water would be nice-" Paul started and she jumped up, rushing off into the kitchen before bringing back a glass of ice cold water and setting it down before him.
"Wait here," she begged, kissing him, and then she bounced off.
Paul flicked through the channels, realizing there must be hundreds of them, finally finding one that had a show he knew and liked, enjoying relaxing on the big, comfortable couch, watching the fancy big screen, listening to Valerie walking back and forth upstairs, every now and then peeking her head out from around the corner, checking to make sure he was still there, before she finally came around, descending the stairs.
She was in a white sheer nightie with a frilly rim, completely see through with no panties underneath, her large tits bouncing freely as she walked down the stairs in six inch white stilettos, a large pearl necklace and pearl earrings, bright red lipstick and thick eyeliner, and a white leather collar, her hair done up in a bow with her bangs hanging in front of her eyes.
"How many collars did you get?" Paul asked, sitting up, and she blushed.
"One for every outfit, of course!" She giggled, coming in and standing before him. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, you look so beautiful," Paul told her, and she reached forward, rubbing his face.
"Just for you, sir," she promised, smiling, then turned around, arching her back and sticking her ass up, showing off the red jewel sticking out of her ass, the plug resting snug and secure inside her.
"Fuck," Paul groaned, shaking his head.
"I think I'm ready for that punishment," she whimpered, giggling as Paul reached forward and groped her ass.
"Mmm, thank you sir," she moaned, and Paul sat back, grabbing his cock and shaking it at her.
"Go get the toys," he told her, and her eyes lit up, licking her lips as she obeyed.
"Yes sir," she whispered, walking slowly up the stairs, making sure to shake her ass from side to side seductively as she disappeared, coming back with a large black gym bag and setting it down next to the coffee table.
"Good girl, now get on the table, hands and knees," Paul told her, and she nodded.
"Yes sir," she whimpered, her breath shortening, her face and chest turning bright red as she slowly climbed on top, assuming her position and holding it as Paul watched her, stroking his hard cock.
He finally stood up after a moment, walking over to her slowly, watching her wince and quiver, trying to still her breath.
Paul lifted her nightgown and admired the big rough bruises on her ass, the long thin bruises on her back from the whip. He rubbed her ass and she bounced a little, whimpering quietly at his touch.