Sarah closed her eyes and tried to think about how her life could have got so badly out of control. She was handcuffed to a water pipe in a public toilet booth on her hands and knees, skirt and knickers around her ankles and a trickle of cum running slowly down the insides of her thighs. One of the stockings she had been wearing was stuffed in her mouth whil...
Chapter 01: The Beginning Knock, knock, knock...I thought who in fuck is that. Tucking my dick back into my pajama bottoms, I reluctantly went to the door and peeked through the peep-hole. A lady I had never seen before stood waiting, looking around and began to knock again. Opening the door just slightly I ask "Can I help you?" "Maybe, but I think it's t...
The house was quiet; not silent but very quiet. Outside her bedroom window she could hear the subdued thrum of traffic like a calm sea rippling on a distant shore. The sounds had diminished as the evening had dwindled into night. Still the telephone beside her didn’t ring. What to do? She was not allowed to call him: it was against the rules. She would hav...
The park's long picnic table is covered with a thick blanket, to protect her naked skin from any splinters. Strong, thick rope connects each wrist and ankle cuff to the sturdy legs of the picnic table, with several additional ropes ensuring her torso does not have much freedom of movement; another rope even runs through the D-ring at the front of her wide co...
My wife and I got a nice room in a local hotel...not a cheapo motel, but a top quality boutique type. After a night of wining and dining, we return to the room, and there I set up a scenario we've played out many times before, just the two of us. She is unaware that I have changes in mind. My wife is tied to the bed, blindfolded. I have put headphones on he...
Larry Gooding was the quintessential nerd, complete with milk bottle bottoms spectacles and plastic pocket protectors at thirty years of age he still lived with his mother. Gooding worked with me in the mailroom of J.P. Morgan's a large New York advertising agency. He had shown me the ropes when I landed the job some three months earlier. I hand landed the...
Chapter 8: Three Plays One Her fingers worked gently into your pussy and out again, searching for hard tip of your clitoris, which she quickly found. Rubbing gently, her fingers slipped and slid through the combined juices, which you and the Negro had created, and which were now spread liberally over your loins. The tip of the Negro's cock stiffened as i...
Thanks to D for reading this 4000 times! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm so glad I decided to take my uncle up on his offer to house sit for him. His quiet little house, tucked back in the mountains gives us a lovely setting for a quiet, or not so quiet weekend together. Saturday morning I wake before you and make a few arrangements. Once yo...
Review: Dedeaux's Delightful Disciplinary Tales THOSE who delight in sophisticated yet incredibly arousing tales of delicious discipline have long been entranced by the novels of the mysterious P. N. Dedeaux. The eclectic author set his scenes in Europe—both present-day and historically—as well as Canada and sometimes unidentified exotic locales. While man...
I met Thea while walking in Hyde Park in London during mid-October of 1998. I was 38 years old at the time and living and working in London. We both found ourselves at the door of a modern looking sandwich bar in the park. I opened the door for her and allowed her to go first to the counter. She ordered first getting a red wine. I followed suit and ordered a...