This story is basically a romantic memory as told to a psychotherapist. I have placed it into the mature category, but I will warn the readers that it contains a fair amount of bondage fetish and one anal scene. Chapter One "Annie is my 2 o'clock here yet?" Dr Janet Waters released the button on the intercom. "Not yet. Shall I send him in when he gets her...
Since I was a young boy I have always been extremely intelligent. In school I was labeled as mentally gifted. There wasn't a subject that, if interested, I couldn't master. This came at the expense of a social life though. While other children played outside, I hit the books and the Internet. Whatever piqued my interest, I would totally engross myself in. I...
Catherine Roman's chauffeur pulled in front of my house in a black Escalade to transport me to Mrs. Roman's country estate for a weekend visit. Because of a surprise snowstorm, I had canceled my Friday appointments. Nevertheless, I wore my business suit and traveled lightly at Mrs. Roman's behest. Climbing in, I nodded toward the SUV. "Strong and elegant, li...
When I arrived at my first scheduled play date with the kinky lesbians Jude and Becky, I was extremely well prepared logistically. I had triple-checked the items I'd been instructed to bring and completed all my assigned tasks, including shaving my legs. Emotionally and psychologically, however, I was shakier. I had loved the impromptu feminization we had in...
It wasn't what she said; it was the way she said it that got him to do everything she commanded. It wasn't that he couldn't overpower her...after all, he was a man of six feet, and she was a woman half a foot shorter and 100 pounds lighter. It was like a teenaged son having a confrontation with his mother. He could overpower her, but he wouldn't because,...
I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...
"You know what I want?" It was a question, not a statement. She was silent. She'd been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn't want. He spoke again, softly into her ear, "You know what I want?" She was silent still. She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hand...
Chapter 8. Champagne! Champagne? I watched as he buttoned his pants while moving out the door. When he was gone, I sat up and looked at myself. I found blood on my thighs, and a blood stain on the towel (?) under me. Some blood had gotten on my panties. I straightened my clothes. My panties especially were all askew and had some blood on them....
Lunch at the apartment was delivered by a boy on a motorbike, after a quick phone call. Dee and Andy ate sitting together on the sofa, with a low table in front of them, and dressed only in their underwear. Andy passed plates and food and glasses of white wine to her because she was unable to bend sufficiently in her corsetry; although it was not hard-laced...
Chapter 3 - The Next Date (Continued) What did he do to me? No man had ever done that before! NOBODY had ever done that before! How should I respond to him? What should I do? Whatever he had done, I wanted him to keep doing it! Is this love? I did love him, and I didn’t want what I was experiencing to stop! I wasn’t confused . . . I wasn’t thinking!. I was...