Sarah's Submission

All of the naughty behavior of the day still had her pretty hot and bothered. She did one last check on Billy to make sure he slept soundly and then went up to Mr. Michaels bedroom. She didn't normally snoop when she babysat, but she felt adventurous. Her jaw dropped seeing the huge room and giant king-sized bed. The finishings and style were all very masculine and had the sophisticated touch of a professional decorator. She went to the big walk in closet and looked at all of his clothes neatly hanging up. They were all expensive brands. And he had more shoes than most women. Everything so neat and tidy. She knew he probably had a maid that came often, but even with that, she could tell that he liked everything just so.

She wandered next into the master bathroom. Easily the size of the whole second floor of her house. The tub looked like a small swimming pool and the shower could easily fit 4 people and had shower heads and wands everywhere. Looking through the vanity drawers, she found a stash of condoms and a giant bottle of little blue pills. She chuckled at that. She knew he was a little older but it still surprised her that he might need a little helper to get it up. Or maybe he just liked to be able to stay hard for a long time and go all night long, she reasoned. That fit better for the illusion of the Mr. Michaels in her fantasies.

She found more surprises in the nightstand. A pair of handcuffs, and several pairs of nylon cuffs that looked like they were for wrists and ankles. They were padded with Velcro straps to fasten them and d-rings along the outside. There were also several neatly wrapped lengths of rope. "Was Mr. Michaels into kink??" she questioned herself. It immediately made her wonder what it would be like to be tied down to that giant bed while he played with her body, doing anything he wanted. As the images flashed through her head, she could feel herself getting aroused and her nipples became so stiff they hurt a little.

That left the dresser with the TV over it sitting opposite the bed in the room. Most of the drawers were just clothes, but one of the two smaller top drawers had been locked and had a small keyhole. "Hmm, did he carry the key or did he stash a key here in the room," she wondered. She knew he always dropped his keys in a big bowl down by the back door whenever he came and went. They made a distinctive clank every time he walked in the door. So it would make more sense that he would have a key stashed so he could get into it easily. She started looking around. She went back to the bedside table and went through the drawers again. Finding nothing, she searched the bathroom. And then the closet, going through a few boxes and looking under the folded clothes. No sign of a key.

She stopped to think, "He's a guy and guys like things simple and convenient." Her eyes were drawn back to the dresser. She ran her hands all around the edges and the back. She looked through all of the drawers again. Then thinking of all of the movies and cop shows, she checked the underside of each drawer. Still nothing. She looked up at the TV mounted to the wall over the dresser. She ran her hands around the edge and up along the back on each side. On the right side, opposite of the locked drawer on the left side of the dresser, she felt something. It definitely felt like a key. After a little fiddling, she realized it had been stuck on the back with Velcro.

Being very careful and slow, she pulled and the Velcro gave way with a little tear. She couldn't believe she had found it! She put it in the keyhole and it turned. She opened the drawer and found a large stash of cash. Bills of all denominations. Just crammed into the drawer with no organization or order. Like he just threw it in there at the end of the night. She stared at the find unable to move. It had to be thousands and thousands of dollars.

Looking though the random bills all jumbled together, she thought about all of the nights that he came home after his poker night. He usually had a wad of cash either in his shirt pocket or his pants pocket. Sometimes he would even show her the wad of cash and tell her he had killed at poker. Most of the time he paid her from that money. If he lost, he would go upstairs and come back with her cash. This had to be where it came from.

She knew that he won a lot more than he lost. He told her one time after he had clearly had a few that his buddies weren't very good at poker, and he had figured out their tells. They were all rich as hell so losing a thousand or even a couple of thousand didn't mean much. So, he usually took them for some pretty decent amounts. This must be all his poker winnings that he just stuffed into the drawer without much thought.

Looking at all those bills, she thought to herself "There was no way he could know exactly how much was in there, right?? He wouldn't miss a few, would he??" She seriously considered taking some of the loose bills. But her conscience made her feel guilty. She had never stolen anything, considering herself to be a 'good girl'. She decided she couldn't do it. She put the cash back in the drawer and replaced the key.

Then she threw herself on the bed. Her expedition had revealed a lot. She went back to thinking about Mr. Michaels tying her to the bed and running his strong hands all over her. She closed her eyes and started running her hands over her body imagining they were his. She pulled the snaps of her top open and let her tits out. As usual, her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She squeezed them both at the same time and let out an audible moan. Tingles went through her body like electricity right to her clit. She didn't know why her nipples seemed to be so much more sensitive than any of her friends, but playing with hers always sent her into a frenzy. Even the puffy areolas were sensitive. She traced just the tip of her finger around the outer edge of her areola and caused small flutters in her stomach.

As the sensations built, she knew she had to take this all the way. She pulled her leggings down and her soaked thong out from between her swollen pussy lips. Still feeling restricted, she pulled one leg completely of the tight garment. That let her spread her legs nice and wide. She felt the heat come off her pussy and her hand brushed the labia and circled her clit. The day had left her more sensitive than normal. Her clit throbbed as soon as she touched it. With her left hand squeezing her nipple and slightly twisting it, and her right hand spreading and then rubbing her pussy and clit, she knew she could get her

self off in minutes.