He arrived. After a short chat of small talk, and me trying to get information, I was given one decision for the night. Do I want to partake in the decisions or have them made for me? I yielded control.
So he made the decision to play first and talk after, so we headed to the bedroom. I was ordered to sit. I sipped my wine while watching him unpack his bag.
I am sitting on the couch as you exit the shower. You only have a towel on and I am bare chested with black jeans and a leather belt on. I tell you to sit in the chair that is in the middle of the room. You obey. It is a standard four legged chair. Next to it you see the kitchen table empty except for an assortment of bondage instruments.
Dominic and Rosie
Thanksgiving Scene
"You did such a lovely job with dinner, and it's time for me to show you exactly how thankful I am for you. Bring me the red rope, my lover. I do believe it is time to get started." She and Dominic lay curled in front of the fireplace in their living room basking on their faux bear skin rug. Dominic brought Rosie's hand to his lips as she placed her glass of wine on the table.
I'm soooo late... Looking at the dashboard clock, 6:27pm. Yep, I'm running late. I pull on to my street and the kids are having their usual street hockey game against their parents. I pull into my driveway and His car is there already. Oh this is not good. I turn off my car and take a deep breath. I open my car door and step out into my driveway. I smile and wave to the kids and their parents having a good time out in the street.
This is my second story. All characters 18+. Let me know what you think ;)
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I open my eyes slowly, still groggy from the night before. My bed still soft as ever, even better than last night. I start to roll over but cannot. Again I try but nothing. My eyes open fully now and I stare at the ropes that are bound from my wrists to the bed posts.
I liked my jumpsuit, it was a one piece gray outfit that I thought gave me a very masculine feel even though I hardly identified as such. Donning the outfit meant that I got to tie up some hot thing and tonight was no exception. One of my long time, playmates was on her way tonight and I waited patiently in the corner of the motel room for her to arrive.
Tiffany Stein knew she was born for the pageant stage, but never had her chance when she was younger. Both her parents were academics and thought pageants were silly, forcing Tiffany to focus on her studies; as an only child they were able to devote a lot of attention to her. They had passed while she was in her early twenties, and she thought it would be best to honor them by fulfilling their wishes.
"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?"
Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard.
"I'll call the police."
Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape.
"The phone won't work."
Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell."
Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt.
"Hang on, Honey."
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Pull the panties out quickly.
I called him that night, feeling lonely, desperate for some kind of attention. We stopped having break-up sex months ago, but I knew he wouldn't say no.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me," I said.
"... Hey. Everything ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Um... are you busy tonight? Can I come over?"
"Oh." He paused then said, "Yeah, definitely. But on one condition."
I wasn't expecting this. "What's that?"
"I tell you what to do.