You have me tied down to the bed, my limbs stretched and tightly secured with the silk scarves to each of the bedposts. A fifth scarf is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, completely blocking out all light. The faint scent of jasmine incense is in the air, combined with the smell of hot melting wax. I strain to hear you, knowing that you are somewhe...
Lia jerked awake in fear, struggling when she felt the ties holding her arms. Confused, she looked up to see silken cords binding her hands to the scrolled iron headboard. Looking down she realized her legs were bound as well, spread wide against the sheets. She was also naked. Her heart raced as she began to struggle to free herself. It was no use. She coll...
After a month of racking his brain, James finally decided on a suitable anniversary gift for his girlfriend Andrea. They had been together for two years and he wanted their second anniversary together to be something she could never forget. They had shared many fantasies together, some involving anonymous partners, some involving light bondage. James t...
Ah, the drive into town by a well heeled business acquaintance who arrives for a brief discussion and to drop off some papers wearing her high heeled, knee high, black leather boots, black leather gloves, full length mink coat, scarf and a slight smile on her face as you welcome her in to your office as it is her first time there. You have spoken on the phon...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I'm a secret cross dresser. I get sexually aroused by b...
Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend, works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, reluctant. Also, spoof of a certain home improvement TV show 2001-2008. *************** Chapter I - Up to and including Wednesday I was thrilled to be coming home from a we...
I walk into the bedroom. My husband is waiting. He stands, so still, watching for me. He is nude. He touches his lips with his forefinger. Silence. I stand at the door, my hands by my side. I tremble. After all this time, he still surprises me. I am frightened, a little. He won't harm me, but the newness of this stimulates me. He reaches into a pile of...
She opened the door smiling "hey!" Inviting me in, I walk into the hallway of the ground floor flat, kicking off my shoes, following her into the middle of her rented living room, stepping onto her thick white 'sheepskin' the place where we had very nice sex last week. "I won't have you walking about" she said; dropping at my feet for a few seconds to wrap...
In context, this part of my chronicle of KK's infidelity extends back to our undergraduate college years. I'd proposed to KK the summer before our freshman year, with the plan to marry after graduation. I was madly, blindly in love with KK, and to the extent one can know another's heart, I believed she felt the same about me. Her parents, particularly her...
Marilyn again surveyed the charred scene and stepped backward, her hand still on the police, 'do not cross' tape. The sun dazzled her eyes, as she had forgotten her glasses in the car. She walked to one side of it, and fumbled with the rope. The figure in dark clothing was respectful distance away and started to move slightly faster, but made no noise what...