For a full background readers should review Part 1 before reading this chapter. Basically, this is the story of how my wife Ann, who used to be sexually adventurous, became more and more conservative and how I set out to change things back to and beyond the way they were. Besides the activities described in Part 1, Ann in the past had allowed me to use a wi...
The pounding was definitely having an impact. I was thrusting away and slapping your rosy bottom as often as I could. Each slap sending a tingle up your spine and a little clench to your pussy. Your ankles and knees tied together, resting on my shoulder. A pillow under your butt and your wrists and elbows tied together forcing your head forward. You were re...
I met Carl online. He was an accountant and seemed to be nice enough. I was attempting to find someone I could settle down with at this point in my life. Carl was a safe bet. We decided to meet up at the mall. When I first saw him, he was undoubtedly an accountant... his pants were too short, he wore glasses, and had on a button-up. Nonetheless, he was an...
Laura stood against the wall, wearing only panties. The chains made sure she stood there. The 10-inch vibrator humming in her pussy and the C-clamps on her nipples kept her aroused. She'd been Barbara's sex slave for most of the summer. Long enough to appreciate everything Barbara had done to her. She'd even lost twelve pounds. As she watched Barbara watch t...
Introduction: For those of you who have read any of Cathy's accounts of her adventures, you know she is a slut -- and a dandy submissive one -- who craves abuse and humiliation. We have been together for about a year now, and her ex-husband, Eric, has participated as my on-site partner for much of that time. He has been a critical element in her growth as a...
She thought she was ready. At least physically...mentally she wasn't so sure about. Her husband was away on business for a few days and the boys were camping with a group of friends all week long. This was the first time she found herself alone for any length of time since devising her plan, and she wasn't going to let this time go to waste. She had always...
Right now, it is not the handcuffs around my wrists, binding my arms behind the chair, that I'm focusing on. Likewise, the ropes around my ankles-tied to the legs of the chair and keeping my legs spread in front of you-are not what I'm thinking about. It is not even your beautiful, smooth legs, exposed to me as you stand in front of me in just a tiny black t...
Stacie was married as was I but we could not keep our hands off of each other. We would routinely find reasons to go to Columbus, she from Cincinnati and me from Cleveland, and meet at one of the dozens of motels at the Grove City highway exit. Whoever made it to Grove City first secured a room and waited for the other—sometimes figuring out a way to set the...
Part two of "Impatient"... comments and votes welcome and encouraged. I'd love to know what you think, especially what you don't like. Thanks. SR1 *************************** "So you over think things." He said as he checked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, "by the time I'm done with you, you won't be thinking anything." His fingers gently ran up an...
My wife Sabrina and I first got interested in somewhat alternative lifestyles about 12 or 13 years ago although we hadn’t actually met at that time it was a case of parallel experience. I was 27. I was sharing a house in a little village just outside London with two women. I’ll call them Sarah and Helen, not their real names. Anyhow I used to take the opport...