Anne Woolsey on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Client –Part 5

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Client Part 4)_

The Client –Part 5 by Anne Woolsey Part Five

Anne awoke early the next morning. There was no sign of Julia. The memories of the previous day came flooding back, along with the fear and loathing.

How could she have slept with that woman? Julia was nuts; certifiably insane, and had treated her very badly. She had kidnapped her for god’s sakes, binding and gagging and beating her! And yet as she thought these thoughts the embers of desire flared within her. She remembered their fevered lovemaking and despite her disgust at herself, she was aroused again.

The Client –Part 5

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part fiveThe Client - Part 6

It was now approaching dusk and Anne had spent the remainder of the day restlessly exploring her prison and thinking long and hard of scenarios for her escape. She had not bothered to dress or eaten anything and to be honest about it, she was feeling increasingly despondent. As the day passed and her situation became clearer, her outrage and steely anger had flagged and now she just sat and stared out the window. It was difficult to maintain an edge of anger even though she still desperately wanted to be away from here. She knew she would have to rekindle that anger if she was ever to escape.

The Beach Part 2

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Beach)

Part 2

I left the city later than I wanted, but the traffic headed north wasn’t too heavy. Southbound was another matter, but not my problem. I got to my exit in an hour plus or minus without any problems and headed straight to a seafood stand for some take-out chowder.

It was about 4 o’clock when I pulled in at the house and got out, stretching to work out the kinks and sucking in the wonderful ocean scent. A gal could get to like this!

The 5:17 Part 2

Mon, 06 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

The 5:17 - Sequel

I got a second note in the mail a week later. It was handwritten over a collage of some of the pictures I had posted on line. This note said they were coming for me! Soon!

OMG! Now I was scared! I sank onto a kitchen chair and stared at the note.

This was not good!

I didn’t go to the police with the first note and now it was impossible. If the cops saw these pictures they’d …well I didn’t know what they’d do, but I didn’t want to find out!

The 5:17

Fri, 29 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

After the divorce I moved out of the city. With my share of the equity from our town house I was able to put a down payment on a small cape style house in a town half way between the city and the NH state line. It had everything I needed including a commuter rail stop a short walk away. I got a rescue dog and settled into the suburban life.

The Therapist Part 5: Prologue

Wed, 28 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Therapist Part 4: Kaitlynn’s Take-down)

Part 5: Prologue

A shadow fell over the table as I sipped my coffee in the local bagel shop. I was between clients and going through my messages and just chillin’. I looked up; a woman stood there holding a cup. I couldn’t see her face; the overhead lighting was right behind her.

“May I sit down?”

I frowned, resenting the interruption. I needed this time away from the stress of my work. I started to protest, but the woman sat anyway.

Caught in a Blizzard

Thu, 22 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Damn snow!

The porch door was blocked by a drift that has been blown against it. After some pushing and a lot of swearing, I managed to squeeze out, dragging the shovel behind me. The wind was whipping the snow around and my snow pants, parka, hat and face were plastered with snow within seconds. I struggled for a half an hour to clear a path to the shed to get at the snow blower, but I was getting frustrated.

Billie’s Girl

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Erin leaned into the mirror and tried to get rid of the little blobs of mascara on her lashes. Damn it, that’s why I don’t use this stuff! She fussed with it for a few seconds more and then sat back to look at the fruits of her labor.

The mascara and eye shadow were nice touches; they brought out her eyes, which she thought were her best feature. The lip gloss made her lips fuller and, my heavens, more sensual!

Sock It To Me

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story may be too sock-happy for some, and for that, I apologize. I was grooving on the advent of cool weather and organizing my sock drawer, when the inspiration hit! There is some bondage and sex though, so you may still be interested. Sock It To Me As long as I can remember, I have had a passion for legwear; knee socks, over-the-knee socks, patterned tights, thigh highs, etc. I wear them and I look for other gals that wear them. Finding other gals with the same passion is the hardest thing to satisfy. Gals think that knee socks, for instance, are so 80’s! Most women wear socks, but not that kind that sets my heart to pitter-pattering. I absolutely hate those little footie things; I think they are as responsible for the collapse of the sock industry as much as the fashion mavens. And those see-through trousers socks are also disgusting. I can barely tolerate the nylon tube socks that soccer players wear. Nope! My socks and tights have to be wool or heavy cotton. The problem is that few companies make them anymore and even fewer women wear them! My other thing is bondage, rope bondage to be specific. I love tying women up and I am quite good at it! There seem to be more women that like being bound and gagged than like wearing my type of footwear, but I’m not complaining about that! It was mid-October and in this area that means the days are short and cool. It was a Saturday a.m. and I was headed to the local coffee shop. I was in my school-girl phase and was wearing the full regalia, adult-fet style, lace-up black knee-length Doc Martens with white over-the-knee socks, short green plaid pleated skirt and a green letter-sweater cardigan over a white men’s shirt with a black tie hanging loosely around my neck. I had drawn my currently-red hair into two ponytails, tied with black ribbon, that jutted from each side of my head. I was a walking cliché, but I liked it. A half block ahead, a gal turned the corner onto my street and I was amazed to see that she was wearing an outfit similar to mine! As she drew near, I saw that she wore burgundy over-the-knee socks with black flats, a burgundy plaid pleated skirt and a Black turtle-necked sweater over which she had a burgundy cardigan. I was instantly in heat for her. I’m not shy especially about my little fetishes, although I don’t usually make a good impression blurting out what I’m thinking. My friends are used to it, but strangers…well, sometimes it works, most times it doesn’t, but I gotta be me! As we passed each other, I said “I like your look, girl! Ever been tied up?” She stopped, slipped off her sunglasses, and looked me up and down. She was of Asian-American descent, Chinese was the Asian part if I had to guess, with glorious natural long black hair that was fastened into a tight ponytail. Unbound it would probably reach her waist. She wore it with straight across bangs ending at her eyebrows. She had almost black eyes, almond shaped and slanting up at the outside corners and a sweet, pouty mouth. She reminded me of Lucy Lui, the actress and that was not a bad thing! She was a little older than I first thought maybe early thirties, but she was breathtakingly beautiful, at least to me. I felt my equilibrium shift as I stared at her; I was teetering on some precipice and could easily fall for that face! “Once or twice” she replied. I could feel myself begin to pitch over the edge! I managed to find my voice. “Wanna make it three or four?” I jiggled the handcuffs I had fastened through the belt loop of my skirt. She smiled and reached out to touch the cuffs. “These are toys!” I blushed scarlet. Damn! I’ve met the girl of my dreams and she catches on that I’m sporting lame toy cuffs. Damn it! What to do? “Yeah, I know! They’re just decoration! I’m more into rope anyway!” I stumbled through that bs while she continued to scrutinize me with her knowing smile. “Rope, huh? Do you use hemp or cotton?” Now on firmer footing, I was able to reply coherently and it wasn’t lost on me that she knew the difference between types of rope. “I’m into hemp right now; love the texture and after you use it a bit it softens right up! Besides it’s too hard to find good cotton rope.” No bs there; I was a hemp girl! She seemed to approve, at least she didn’t cut me off at the knees again with some other comment. “Do you live around here?” she asked. “Yeah, on the next block, halfway down.” Could it be this easy? “Roommates?” “Nope, just me!” Oh my god! Was this really happening? “What’s your name? I’m Kaitlynn Lee.” I told her. She reached out and shook my hand. I don’t know about her, but I felt electricity when we touched. Pheromones were in the air, like a heady perfume that I hoped she could sense too! She held onto my hand just a little bit longer than necessary and I was practically swooning. “Just a minute!” She pulled an Iphone and ripped off a text. The thing chimed and she stepped away a couple of paces, her back to me, to answer a call, but I could still hear her side well enough. “Sam? Yeah, we’re good, but we’ll talk later.” She slapped the phone back into her pocket and turned to me. I was stunned! Was this really happening? Was I going to get to spend some quality time with this absolute babe? And dare I think that bondage was in our future? Damn right I was thinking that! “So! Let’s go to your place!” This was happening and so fast! I was aware that she had taken control of the situation and was driving the agenda. It was my agenda as well, but I wanted to be in control. “So!” I parroted. “You gonna let me tie you up?” She smiled her enigmatic smile. “Well, let’s go and talk about it, anyway!” “Sure, let’s go; it’s this way!” She fell into place next to me and we headed back the way I had come. It must have looked like the local catholic girls school had just let out, but no one seemed to pay us any mind. My head was spinning and my little sex genie was stirring in my gut. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I had met and got involved with gals in bars, etc. but never had a chance meeting ever developed into anything like this. Usually, the impromptu meets ended in disappointment all around. Maybe this would too, but it had moved way ahead of any other encounter I had experienced. We didn’t talk as we walked. My apartment was only 5 minutes away. I let us into the foyer with my key and we walked up the one flight to my apartment. I was nervous and excited both, hoping against hope that this would be something. My apartment fronted on the street and had lots of windows to let in the light. It was furnished in the usual single gal way with hand-me-downs and Ikea stuff. I let her go first and she walked into the large living room and gave it the once over. I was thinking strategy! How did I get her from here into my ropes and then into bed? “I’ve got some good merlot I haven’t opened yet. Want a glass?” She turned and stared at me briefly. “Sure! That would be great!” I silently agreed; a little alcohol was sure to lubricate the situation. I returned with two glasses and offered her one. She was standing at the front windows looking down at the street. “You didn’t put any ketamine or anything in this did you?” I pulled the glass back and offered her the other one. “Just kidding; you don’t seem like the type to do that!” I answered “Of course I’m not”, while guiltily recalling that, a minute ago in the kitchen, I had half-jokingly wished I had something like that. We sat on the futon and sipped our wine. “Nice place! Been here long?” I gave the short version of my history and asked her where she lived. She gave a vague answer that seemed to indicate that she had just moved in a couple of blocks away. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “So, Kaitlynn, why are you here in my apartment?” She put her glass down and turned sideways to look straight at me. “I thought you wanted to tie me up?” Damn it, she did it again; took control. I had to wrest it back. “I do! We can do it here or in the bedroom. Any preference?” I hoped my voice didn’t give away the excitement I was feeling. As always, when on the cusp of a bondage adventure, I was almost giddy and had to clasp my hands together to prevent them from shaking. “Well, here is fine. Why don’t you get your stuff and we can figure out where we want to go with this!” I had to fight with myself to keep from jumping up and running out of the room to get my equipment. Instead, I sat for a moment as if considering her suggestion and then nodded my head and replied. “Good idea! Want any more wine while I’m up?” “I’m good!” I forced myself to walk slowly into my bedroom. Once I was out of sight, I pumped my fist, mouthed a silent “yes” and did a little happy dance. I dragged my bag of toys out of the closet and gave it a quick check. There were several styles of gags, a lot of coiled rope, collars, blindfolds, etc.; the usual stuff! I unzipped my boots and kicked them off and shucked the sweater. I wanted to be able to move freely unencumbered by extraneous clothes. Ultimately, I wanted to be out of all my clothes and playing with Kaitlynn, but first things first. I came back down the hall and stopped short at the living door. Kaitlynn was nowhere in sight; where was she? Maybe she went to the bathroom? I really, really didn’t want to think she may have split! I sighed, figuring it had been too good to be true, and stepped into the room. A push and a trip and I was down hard on my belly, the bag spinning away from me. Struggling for breath, I managed to get out “What the fuck!” before a knee slammed into my back and a hand clamped over my mouth. Kaitlynn spoke into my ear. “Lay still, sweetie, and this will go OK, but if you struggle, it will go hard. Got it?” I spluttered a protest into her hand and tried to twist free. She whacked the back of my head with her free hand. “I guess you didn’t get it!” She grabbed a pigtail and twisted and pulled until my eyes teared up. “Now lay still!” I figured I should do that and nodded my head. She let go of my hair and slid her knee off my back, but kept her hand over my mouth. “Put your hands behind your back!” I hesitated and earned another head whack. I put my hands behind me crossed at the wrists. “I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth; keep quiet!” She let go of me and reached out and grabbed my bag. I couldn’t keep quiet. “Kaitlynn, what are you doing?” She grabbed my pigtail again and pulled my head back hard. “Shut up!” she hissed. She spilled the bag’s contents out on the floor and grabbed a ball gag out of the tangle of stuff. “Open up!” I tried to clamp my lips shut against the ball she was pressing against them. She removed the ball and grabbed my arm twisting it up behind me. I screeched in protest and she was ready, slamming the ball against my mouth and forcing it part way in. I tasted blood and then gave in to the relentless pressure she was exerting. She pushed the ball deep into my mouth and tightened the strap. I jerked my hands towards my mouth to try to pull the ball free or loosen the strap, but she clamped down on my arms and twisted both of them back behind me again. She held my wrists together and lifted them up and away from my body, all the while wrapping a rope around them. She managed to cinch them despite my struggling and immediately went to work on my elbows. She wrapped and cinched my elbows, crushing them together. Still working quickly, she grabbed at my ankles and quickly bound them together bending and pulling my feet up and behind until my hands were touching my heels. And that was that! I was hogtied and gagged on my living room floor in a matter of minutes by a stranger that I thought I would tying up! She stood up and nudged me with her foot. “So! You wanted to tie me up?” I twisted my head around to look up at her. She was smiling and shaking her finger at me. “Who would have figured that you would run into me and ask to tie me up? What are the chances of that? Oh right, you’re gagged and can’t talk! Let me explain. I’m a pro-domme! You know what that means? It means I tie people up! How about that? You picked the wrong person to hit on!” I tried to process that information. I knew what a domme was from my excursions on the ‘net. The realization that I had hit on a woman who was light-years beyond me in experience was embarrassing. I mean, how could I know, but still… I lowered my head to the floor and turned away from her to hide the flush of embarrassment on my face. “Embarrassing isn’t it? And now you’re going to suffer a bit for your indiscretion! But if you really like to tie people up and you pay attention, you just might learn something!” She pawed through my toy bag. “You got some good stuff here! I’m going to look around a bit see what else I can find.” She stood and walked off down the hall toward my bedroom. There was nothing I could do about it and there was not much else she would find, maybe a little weed, but that was the least of my troubles. I began to wiggle around testing the ropes. She was good at what she did, that was for sure. There was no give or slack in any rope and it quickly became clear that I was caught until she wanted to release me. She was gone for several minutes, maybe 10 or so. When she came back, she rolled me onto my side. “You got a serious sock thing going, honey! I never saw so many pairs of socks and tights.” She thought a moment and looked down at her legs. “That’s really what got you looking at me wasn’t it? These socks I’m wearing? Well how about that!” She slipped off her shoes and pressed her foot against my face. The sock was damp and smelled of leather. Having it right in my face, up close and personal, caused a tingling in my belly. She put both her feet on my face and that really stirred up something in me. She was finding and pushing a lot of my quirky little buttons. She pulled her feet back, got on her knees and reached over to roll me back onto my stomach. “I think we can have some fun with this” she said as she released the hogtie rope and untied my ankles. “What do you say we swap socks?” Now the tingle was in full vibration mode. She was keying in on my biggest weakness and I was reacting to her manipulation! She helped up onto my feet and removed my skirt and then my panties. It was so sexy to be nude, actually to be stripped, by her. I still had the shirt on, which extended below my waist. Maybe that was why being nude wasn’t freaking me out. She made me sit on my futon and slid my socks off. Then she removed hers rolling them slowly down her legs, her eyes pinned on me. Me, I was watching her peel off the socks and it was sensual and mesmerizing. She took her still warm socks and slid one over my foot and slowly worked it up over my knee. Fully extended it reached to mid-thigh. My heart was pounding and I squirmed trying to satisfy the burgeoning itch between my legs. She did the second sock in the same way. I caught her eye and we stared at each other for half a minute. She smiled and nodded her head. Wow! I was totally charged up and aching for some sex! Picking up a piece of rope she began to bind my legs starting at the ankles and cinching a two strand loop every several inches up my calves to above my knees. The last loop was placed at the top of the socks and cinched. She stood and slipped her sweater over her head and kicked her skirt aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her smallish breasts, pierced in each nipple, were firm and shapely. She slipped out of her thong and tossed it aside. With no clothes on she was smaller, but no less powerful! A narrow waist swelled into perfectly rounded hips. There wasn’t a trace of extra flesh or a wrinkle on her body. I swallowed hard as I stared at her perfection. She sat next to me on the futon and slowly pulled on my discarded socks. I was beside myself with sexual energy. I had never experienced anything like this, obviously, and regardless of how it came about, I was in and fully invested in whatever she wanted to do to me. She stood and pirouetted in my socks. I moaned involuntarily. “I’m guessing you’re pretty turned on right now!” I nodded, my eyes glued to my socks on her perfect legs. “Me too! Let’s do something about that!” She helped me to my feet and steadied me as she made me hop down the hall to the bedroom. I had a three piece mirror in one corner of the room. She guided me over to it and for the first time I took in the image of me bound and gagged! I could hardly believe what was reflected back at me. It was like looking at those pics on the websites only it was me staring back. The red ball was buried deep in my mouth barely visible between my lips. The strap caused a deep furrow in my cheeks and distorted my features a bit. I felt light headed as I studied the different angles the mirror afforded me. From the front I was armless, which accentuated the natural swell of my hips. The way my arms were bound forced my breasts forward. She fussed with my shirt and pulled it open to expose them. The simple multiple bindings up my legs were fantastic against the burgundy socks. She turned me slightly and I saw my arms centered in the middle of my back the insides touching from wrist to elbow with the neat loops of hemp welding them together. It was a revelation and, I knew, a life changing experience. I had never been tied up; I had always tied, but the feeling of confinement and the sight of it totally turned me toward a sub side I didn’t know I had! Maybe it wouldn’t last, but I suspected that from hereon I would crave this experience and seek it out! And she had just started on me! She stood right next to me. Her arm was casually draped over my shoulder in an attitude of ownership; her fingers played over my nipples. I tipped my head back and to the side resting my head against hers and let out a long, fervent sigh! I tell you I was on the verge of an orgasm just looking at the two of us standing there! “How grateful are you that I’ve shown you this side of your personality? Let’s find out!” She turned me towards the bed; my eyes lingered in the mirror on the image of the bound woman that I had become. Several hops and I was at the bed. She made me sit on the edge and then tilted me back, lifted my legs up and maneuvered me into the middle. She climbed up next to me and I knew what was coming next and welcomed it. This strange woman had opened a door into my personality that I could never shut and anything she wanted I would give her! Her open legs straddled my head. I was aware that the socks I had been wearing just minutes ago covered her legs. She lowered her sex to my lips and I began to show how grateful I was! It was difficult at first to get the right moves and rhythm going since I was bound into immobility, but she helped me with her movements and soon she was wet and moaning and sighing. I worked on her fervently wanting to show that I understood exactly what I was and what I was supposed to do! My efforts were rewarded when she stiffened and ejected a small stream of liquid onto my face. I knew that I would never forget the taste and scent of her fluid; I also knew that I wanted more! After a moment she climbed off. “Very good! I know you’d like to have a happy ending too, but you’re going to have to wait for that, my dear!” I groaned in disappointment and she laughed. “You are quite a surprise to me, sweetie. I thought you were just some twenty-something air head when we first met, but you’ve got promise!” She slipped into the bathroom for a minute and returned with a facecloth and wiped my face and chest. She rolled my nipple in her hand causing a lightning bolt of desire to surge through me. “I like to photograph and video my subjects. There’s a market for attractive gals in your situation and” she rolled my other nipple, “I like to have the graphics for…my own use. As soon as my friend gets here we’ll do some of that!” Oh, oh! I came down with a crash. Videos? Friend? I didn’t want to hear about either. I was good with being Kaitlynn’s slave, but having the encounter maybe spread all over the internet and, worse, having someone else involved was a big problem! She sensed from my body language and more likely from my muffled protests that I was not happy. “Now remember who’s the domme here, sweetie; neither thing is negotiable. I’ll hide your face and make you unidentifiable, but I will have my images. And I think you’ll like Sam!” Sam? Sam? The guy from the phone call! A guy was coming here? I began to try to get myself off the bed; I’m not sure what I thought that would accomplish, but I had to try. I suddenly wanted to out of this! She moved quickly to stop me from swinging my legs off the bed. “No, no, no! I tell when you can move and how! I’m going to have to immobilize you until Sam gets here. And you will need to learn your place!” I so wanted out of this now! How could I have been so foolish to fall so far into this and to think it was something I wanted? I tried to avoid her grasp, but she was quick and surprisingly strong. She rolled me onto my belly and jammed my legs against my butt. Somehow jacking my lower body up, she shoved a rope under my thighs and then around my legs at the ankles. I felt her wrapping and cinching the rope leaving me folded at the knees with my heels tightly bound down against my butt. I thrashed about a bit when she left the room to get more rope. She was back quickly and set about ‘immobilizing’ me with intense concentration. She slipped loops around my chest above and below my breasts. I turned my head and caught our reflection in the mirror. It was like watching a bondage video! Very surreal being the star! She was sliding a doubled rope under the rope that held my feet to my ass. I watched as she ran one end of that rope through the chest loops and then back to my butt. She threaded the tag end through the loop caused by doubling the rope and then drew out the slack once, twice and then again, each time sliding the fulcrum down towards my feet so that she could pull it tighter. Of course what that was doing was arching me in a most uncomfortable way. The chest ropes tightened and lifted my torso up and away from the mattress. If I were on the floor, she could have rocked me on my belly. I groaned as I tried to adjust to the strain. She paid no attention to my discomfort, busying herself with wrapping a loop around my waist. She captured my arms under that loop and drew my hands to the side of my body securing them there. That cocked my elbows and forced them up and away from my body. She undid the ribbons holding my ponytails and wound a rope through the combined handful of hair. This rope was tied off to my elbows. I was now looking up at the ceiling or at least I was until she used my tie to blindfold me. I now knew what she meant by immobilizing me. Laying on the softness of the mattress in a tangle of blankets, I could do nothing except flutter my fingers and turn my head slightly. It was excruciatingly tight and yet not painful, but I wouldn’t want to stay like this for long! That was out of my hands and I hoped Kaitlynn was going to pay close attention to me. That was all I could do! The thought that a man was coming over to my apartment popped back into my mind. I was not in the least interested in having a man touch me. I was not bi and had no interest in penises. All I could do was to hope that I came through this OK and that Kaitlynn would treat me right. It was just a hope, because I didn’t know her from Eve! A pall of despair descended on me as I realized the gravity of the situation I was in. It wasn’t much fun anymore and any sexual spark I had felt was just dead ashes now. I heard a phone ring and her answer and then I heard my door buzzer being engaged. A chill spread through me. ‘Sam’ must be here! I heard my apartment door open and close and murmured conversation in the other room. It went on for several minutes at a volume too low for me to hear. I heard someone come down the hall. It turned out to be Kaitlynn, who removed my blindfold and untied my hair. It felt delicious to be free of that, but I was not happy. Sam in the house was really bugging me; my anxiety level was high and was all but choking me. There was nothing I could, but wait and see! Kaitlynn spoke. “Sam? Come in here. Now!” I cringed and moaned softly, my eyes fixed on the doorway. I heard footsteps and watched intently for a figure to materialize in the doorway. Relief slammed me like a dam bursting! Sam was a girl! She was tall, maybe 5 foot 9 inches or so, with dark hair cut short to frame a heart-shaped face. She was lean and pretty. Her demeanor was one of caution as she eyed me on the bed. Kaitlynn, still clad only in my socks, walked over to Sam. In her socked feet Kaitlynn’s small stature was readily observable. She was barely over 5 feet, but it was clear that she was in charge. “Remove your clothes and then get on your knees facing the wall!” I watched in amazement as Sam hurried to comply. She kicked off her unlaced converse sneaks and slid out of her jeans. Her sweater followed and she dropped to her knees and sat with her butt on the back of her legs. She had yet to speak. Kaitlynn foraged through my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of heavy cotton over-the knee socks, gray in color. She tossed them to Sam and Sam worked them onto her legs. I watched with growing excitement. This was like the world series of sock obsession and bondage. Now that the mystery of who Sam was had been resolved, I was climbing back onto the horn-dog express. I twisted in my ropes to remind myself that I was still so, so tied up and watched Sam settle back into her sitting position. Kaitlynn knelt beside her and I had a clear view as she began to bind Sam’s arms. Sam had long thin arms and Kaitlynn was able to twist and move her arms so that they were pointing straight up in the middle of her back. Her hands ended up right near her hair line. Kaitlynn quickly arranged and tightened various ropes until Sam was irrevocably bound into what I suddenly recalled was a reverse prayer tie. Sam sat quietly and in no apparent discomfort. I was churning inside with a fire between my legs that needed to be quenched. This was so damn sexy, all my previous fear and trepidation vanished, as if it never existed. I watched Kaitlynn’s mastery of Sam with a raging need for sexual release! With a touch and a murmured word Sam turned away from the wall and faced me. Now she engaged me with a look of equal parts submission and desire. I shivered at the hunger in her eyes and felt the same thing in me! Kaitlynn produced a black fabric hood; apparently, Sam had brought some toys with her because that hood wasn’t mine. Sam pinned me with her eyes until Kaitlynn pulled the hood down obscuring her vision. The hood must have been porous enough to allow breathing since there was only one hole in it that Kaitlynn centered over Sam’s mouth. She murmured to Sam and Sam pursed her lips to allow Kaitlynn to apply lipstick in a bright red color. The effect was amazing, especially when Sam licked her lips with what looked like a long sinuous tongue. Oh my god! I so wanted that tongue on me! Kaitlynn buckled a tall posture collar onto Sam’s long neck, capturing and tightening the hood. She clipped a leather leash onto the front ring and then stood and came over to me! I was so ready for whatever she wanted to do! I was whimpering with desire, shaky and nerve-jangled. She maneuvered me to a sitting position on the side of the bed and untied my legs and then removed my arm bindings. The gag stayed in place. It was at once exhilarating and disappointing to be free of my bonds. I shook my arms and kicked my legs to improve circulation and it felt great, but I wanted to be tied again. She helped me to my feet, snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists pinning them in front of me and directed me to the bathroom. I was in dire need of the facilities. Once the door was shut I leaned back against it and fairly swooned. My hands were all over myself, in my crotch and on my nipples and anywhere else I had sensation. I went weak-kneed when the orgasm took me. I sank down to the floor panting and wanting more. Kaitlynn rapped on the door. “Two minutes! Don’t make me come after you!” I quickly took care of business, splashed some water on my face and toweled off, just finishing as Kaitlynn pushed the door open! She grasped my arm and led me back to the bed. I glanced at Sam and it appeared that she hadn’t moved a muscle! She led me to a wooden straight back chair I used as a clothes hanger and had me sit side saddle while she tied my arms into what I knew was a box tie with my forearms parallel to the floor and my hands at the opposite elbows. She gave that a little twist by pulling my hands up towards my neck slightly with a rope that she passed through my armpits and behind my neck, sort of a baby version of how Sam’s arms were tied. I turned to place my back against the chair back and she secured me against it. She lifted first one foot and then the second tying my ankle to my thigh. She pulled and pushed my around using artfully placed rope to keep me in place until I was sitting with my tail bone at the front edge of the chair and with my heels also resting on the chair seat. It would have been a precarious unstable position except for the tight ropes that held me. My legs were spread, my sex open and accessible. I hoped that Sam would soon be working me over with her wicked tongue, but who knew what was in Kaitlynn’s mind. She snapped an elastic-banded blindfold on me. Whatever she had in mind I wouldn’t see it coming, so to speak! I sat quietly, flexed my legs trying to work up some friction between them. I was wet and horny and very mentally ready for what I hoped would be a good tongue lashing session. I heard movement and sensed someone near me then felt hair brush my thighs. Oh my god! What a rush that sent through me, but that sensation paled at the first tentative touch of a tongue on my vulva! I moaned and carried on all out of proportion to what was being done, but I wanted it so bad! My hopes and desires regarding Sam’s tongue were soon realized. She was a virtuoso and from the first tentative probe, I was totally out of control. I pushed forward as best I could to meet her. The only sounds in the room were my crazed, muffled pleadings, the chair creaking under the strain of my movement and the steady unending liquid sounds of Sam French-kissing my sex! I don’t know how long it went on; not long enough in my opinion. Sam wrenched orgasms out of me until I was totally unaware of my surroundings and situation. When she finally stopped I was wreathed in sweat and cloudy of mind. I didn’t realize what was going on; I felt the chair being moved and sensed I was tipping over. My head ended up on a pillow and I was able to understand that I was on my back still tied to the chair. As I settled into place, Kaitlynn tightened and repositioned ropes to secure me as tightly as before and then someone’s crotch was in my face. I guessed it was Sam having already sampled Kaitlynn. She lay forward over me and placed her mouth back onto my sex. We went at each other with abandon, my dream state erased in a flush of renewed passion. We were quickly spent, at least I was. Sam seemed to enjoy my work! Kaitlynn told her to rise and she did so, sighing and whimpering. My chair was lifted and placed back on its legs. The blindfold was removed and I sat lethargically as Kaitlynn released me from the chair. Sam sat quietly on the bed still bound and hooded, sort of slumped forward, head down and breathing hard for several minutes until she heaved a huge sigh and sat up. I was completely untied and, this time, the awful gag was removed. Kaitlynn told me not to talk and I obliged her. She cuffed my hands in front again and led me to the bathroom. I splashed water around and then sank onto the hopper seat and must have zoned out, because Kaitlynn had to come in and get me. She led me out and down the hall to the living room. She handed me a glass of the wine we were drinking at the start of this amazing afternoon. She cuffed an ankle to the futon leg and went back to the bedroom. Several minutes later, Sam, untied and dressed again, entered and sat next to me on the futon. We instinctively reached out and held hands. I got a good look at her for the first time and saw how pretty she was up close. I ran my fingers over the rope marks on her arms. Without prompting we leaned into a little kiss and then we both laughed! Kaitlynn watched this little display with a smirk. “I told you that you would like Sam! Now, neither one of you touch the other!” Sam instantly slid away from me to the end of the futon.

Be Careful What You Wish For 2

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Be Careful What You Wish For!)

Part 2: Oops

I came awake with a jolt! Rivulets of water ran down my face and onto my chest. It was freakin’ cold water!

What the fuck?

I quickly realized that I was naked and tied tightly to a straight-back chair! Oh yeah, and my lower face was wrapped with something, probably CoFlex. There was no packing, which was nice of her; no need to choke someone while she was out. A dispassionate side of my brain assessed the bondage and found it to be excellent, but the main branch was appalled at this turn of events!

Hunting

Fri, 15 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Olivia and I were in a nearby state park, which surrounded a large water supply lake. When the river that flowed through the valley was dammed to create the lake in the early 1900’s, several small towns were flooded. Some of the buildings and all cemeteries were moved, but the rest was simply submerged under the lake. On the uplands above the waterline, the remains of village roads and abandoned farms were everywhere.

Snow Day

Fri, 15 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Is this really necessary?”

I stopped what I was doing and stepped back, hands on hips.

“Do you not want me to tie you up?”

“Yeah, I do, but I was thinking… you know, just my wrists. Something easy!”

“Easy?”

“Yeah… a few loops here and there… something comfortable and then we could fool around!” She slipped into her ‘come hither’ look, an expression that never failed to get me going. And it began to work this time, too, but I was not going to be sidetracked. I tamped down the ember of desire flaring in my belly.

The Visitor 2

Sat, 19 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Visitor)

Chapter Two Part 3: The Club

Maegen showed up that evening at around 7:00 in full dominatrix regalia, stiletto knee length boots, leather bustier over a spandex cat suit, leather gloves, all black. On her lean and spare frame, her outfit looked sinister and sexy. Her hair was now also all black and pulled into a severe ponytail. She wore heavy mascara and black lipstick. She struck a pose in the doorway that was one part self-conscious and one part arrogant.

Caught in the Act

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Marty didn’t fully understand why she took these risks. There was the adrenaline rush and, of course, the sexual aspect of it. Maybe she didn’t understand it, but she truly loved it; so much so, that it was beginning to border on an obsession! She had kept her ‘hobby’ to herself never confiding in lovers or friends for all the time she had been doing it. Sometimes she thought she would like to share it with someone, but she never acted on it. She was able to satisfy her fantasies and her sexual needs, so why complicate her life by adding another person to the mix? She wondered if it was because she didn’t want to be seen as too, too odd or maybe because it was just hers and she wanted to keep it that way or a control thing. Whatever her motivation, it was her little secret and it would remain so.

Picture Perfect

Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

God, how I hate New Year’s Eve parties, everyone trying to have a good time at any cost. I’d rather be home in my jammies watching some trashy movies and waiting for the ball to drop so that I could go to bed.

Jen, Kati and Rebecca insisted that I had to go. We were all between significant others, as we liked to say. Actually Jen was between marriages, waiting for her second, or was it third, divorce to become final. What a sorry bunch, but we were managing to have some fun, mainly by cutting on everyone else at the party.

Mistress

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

One player always stayed after team practice working on her moves, dribbling the ball up and down the field, shooting on the net. I didn’t know much about field hockey and really wasn’t that interested in it. It was the player that had caught my interest.

Sometimes someone stayed and practiced with her, most times she was alone. She was very fast and coordinated and had a coltish way of running that made her look awkward at times. In a one-on-one situation during a game on practice, she was tenacious and unshakeable. It was obvious that she loved the game and wanted to excel. She always left the field when it became too dark to see and only after she had spent all her energy. Some nights she could barley lift her equipment bag and drag it to the parking lot.

Anne and Susan – Road Trip

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

more of Anne & Susan’s adventures can be found in Anne and Susan 2: The Nuclear Option

Susan went first, down the back stairs and out into the parking lot. Seeing an empty parking lot and no one lurking about, she went back up to the first floor landing for Anne.

“OK, the coast is clear, Sweetie! Let’s go!” She unlocked the padlock from the chain leash that kept Anne fastened to the stair railing, being careful not to bang it metal to metal and invite a nosy neighbor to investigate the noise. She grabbed up the leash, but Anne was resisting heading down the stairs. Susan, not wanting to take the time, but feeling the need to reason with her, took a moment to calm her now-reluctant captive.

Anne and Susan 2: The Nuclear Option

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Anne & Susan)

Anne and Susan 2: The Nuclear Option

After Susan slid Anne’s jeans down, Anne kicked herself free of them. She stood self-consciously in just her panties, blouse and argyle kneesocks, her wrists bound together behind her back.

She was nervous and excited. As usually happened when she felt those things, she began to giggle. Anne could see it was ruining the mood, but just couldn’t stop! Susan shook her head in mock exasperation.

The Victim 6: Turnabout 4

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Victim 5: Turnabout 3)

Part 6: Turnabout 4

Marty came out of the shower a few minutes later. I was still on the floor where she had left me. I had tried during the few minutes she was out of the room to wriggle free, but nothing doing! The bindings were too tight and restrictive.

She knelt down next to me, smelling of shampoo and soap. She surprised me and began to untie the ropes that held my head up and the hogtie link. In a few seconds, I was able to finally stretch out and it felt so good.

A Date with Wendy

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(continues from A Date with Ian)

After my chance encounter with Wendy and her subsequent suggestive e-mail, we played cyber and real world tag. We couldn’t find a time to meet because either she was away on business or I was. We kept in touch by e-mail, but it was frustrating that two adults living in the same city couldn’t work out a way to meet in person. The interest was still there, certainly on my part and, I sensed, also on hers.

A Date With Ian

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Ian is a friend who is a practicing bondage “master”. He administers to a stable of male and female subs and he is quite serious about the whole master/sub relationship. I am not really into that sort of thing, so when we are together, I kid him incessantly about his desire to be called master. I ask him what kind of true master needs to be reminded of it every few minutes.

Jenet 4

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenet 3)

Chapter 4 - Truth Revealed

I surprised myself by actually falling asleep shortly after they left me on the couch. I had never been able to do that when I tied myself. It was a real trip waking up and finding you are bound and gagged! Very disorienting at first and very sexy when you finally realize what is what.

I managed to struggle myself to an orgasm early this morning after waking up, so who am I to complain. I was totally relaxed now in my ropes and sexually satisfied. I knew that whatever happened today would be fun and exciting and I was looking forward to it. The only problem was that I needed to go to the bathroom. I was so grateful when someone entered the room and sat next to me. It was Michael.

Anne & Susan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Story inspired by the missing chapter of The Victim and i hope i didn’t screw it up._

Anne shrugged out of her parka and hung it on the peg. She pulled the ski hat off and tried to fluff the hat head from her hair without success. Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, she toed off her Uggs and turned towards the wood stove for its welcoming warmth.

“Damn weather” she muttered.

Be Careful What You Wish For!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I knew when I first saw her that I had to have her!

She was crossing Boylston Street, jaywalking actually, after leaving a Dunkin’ Donuts. She was tall, maybe 5 foot 9 inches or so, with dark hair cut short to frame a heart-shaped face. What caught my eye was the way she walked; she had a sexy strut and a presence that drew the eye to her. She seemed to be totally unaware of the effect she had on people; it wasn’t just me that was looking. She handled the on-coming traffic like an elite matador, totally unfazed by the danger, a large Styrofoam to-go cup in one hand a cell phone in the other.

Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kristen has always wanted to be a nurse, to be able to help people and do good things. When she finished her training in abnormal pysch nursing and this job opened up, she jumped at it. She worked in a special ward of a famous and discrete hospital that catered to people from around the world with a strange, but apparently, given the waiting list, common problem. The patients in this ward were people who were afflicted with a need to participate in bondage activities. There were people who wanted to give bondage and people who wanted to be put into bondage. Some wanted both. All had stepped over some line and embarrassed themselves or their families and had run afoul of the vanilla world. To be sure there were some dangerous predators in the locked portion of the ward that would never see freedom. Kristen didn’t work with them. She focused on people who just couldn’t seem to keep themselves out of problems. They were not dangerous, except maybe to themselves and they were likely candidates for rehabilitation and re-entry into the vanilla world.

Jenet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - First Meeting

I had been chatting with James by e-mail for several months. We both had an interest in things related to bondage and had started corresponding after discovering each other’s profiles on myspace. On my page, I had posted some photos of me tied up that a friend had taken, but, truthfully, I was a wannabe, a dreamer with not a lot of experience. James seemed to be deeply involved in all things bondage, complemented me on the pictures and wrote about his interest in tight, restrictive bondage. He tied me up on-line and despite the obvious limitations of that activity, I found myself getting very excited at his descriptions of how he would bind me and treat me after I was bound. He also seemed to be very nice… at least from what I could tell from his e-mails. I was well aware of the dangers of meeting people from the ‘net. I was also involved with someone and the relationship was important to me. I had firmly resolved to not take this myspace thing too seriously, but there was something about James that made me loosen up on my (I thought) firm resolution. After a lot of serious back-and-forth debate in my mind, I agreed to meet him. We lived within easy traveling distance of each other. As it turned out, he had relatives near where I lived. It was easy to arrange a place to meet, and we agreed to get together in a park on the outskirts of town. He was familiar with the park and we quickly agreed on a spot where we could meet. I wanted a public place for a couple of reasons. Weird things were less likely to happen in public and, if I didn’t like what I saw, I could just not meet him. I mean there was no misunderstanding what was going on. He wanted to tie me up and I… well, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I intended to show up early and scope out the place where we were to meet. As I said, if I didn’t like his looks, I was out of there! I parked in the lot near the bench that we had agreed would be our spot. There were a lot of people around for which I was grateful. I could blend in with the crowd and scope him out. I sat in my car for a few minutes until it was about 10 minutes before we were to meet. I got out of the car, beeped it locked and started strolling towards the jogging path that passed by the bench. I could see that no one was at the bench yet. So far, so good! This was to be a “negotiating session” so I had dressed in jeans and a simple long-sleeved top. I wasn’t the right time to dress provocatively and I could move quickly and freely in jeans if I had to. I made one pass by the bench and stepped off the jogging path near a small maintenance building that was about 100 feet from the bench. I stood at the side of the building away from the bench and watched. The time of our meeting came and went and no James. “That son-of–a bitch” I said half aloud. “I can’t believe he stood me up! Bastard!” I was about to step back onto the path and get the hell out of there, when I heard a rustling behind me. I had been so lost in my righteous indignation over his snub that I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me. I half turned around to investigate the noise when an arm snaked around my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth. “Jenet, I presume” a voice whispered in my ear. What the hell was this? Fear spiked through me and I struggled against his grasp. He was strong and, as I tried to break free, was dragging me into the brush behind the building. Fueled by my fear, I fought as hard as I could, but in a matter of seconds we were in a different world. It seemed as if the park didn’t exist. I couldn’t see or hear anything except our labored breathing, my muted shouts and the rustling of the tall brush around us. Despite my best efforts, he dragged me to a clearing and wrestled me to the ground, landing me on my stomach with him sitting on my back. As his hand came away from my mouth, I opened it to scream, but I couldn’t get the sound out quickly enough. A spongy foam ball filled my mouth and cut off my shout. He pushed it farther into my mouth and fastened the straps behind my neck. It was the first time I had been gagged with a ball gag and I had to work to keep from heaving. That big wad of foam filled my mouth and held my lips far apart. The wide straps immediately began to irritate the corners of my mouth. And I could no longer make intelligible sounds. I tried to squirm free, but with his full weight on me there was no chance. He pulled my hands together and tied them and then tied my elbows, tying them so tightly that my forearms touched all the way from elbows to wrists. He spun around and grabbed my legs. I had been pummeling his back with my heels. He held them in a bear hug and managed to tie my ankles together. Finally, he stood up, breathing hard, but smiling. I rolled onto my back and glared up at him. I was 99% sure it was James. I mean he looked like the pictures he had sent. I wasn’t totally sure, but the chances were good that he was. Whoever it was, he had me good and tied and I wasn’t going anywhere! “Hi Jenet! I’m James!” I sputtered at him from behind my gag. I must have made too much noise because he quickly pushed me back onto the ground and taped over my gag with some tape that appeared from his bag of tricks. I was livid and spouted off every swear word I knew at him. He had stood back up and was smiling down at me. “What are you so pissed off about, Jenet? You know you wanted this!” He knelt down again and buckled a thick collar around my neck. I tried to twist away, but to no avail. “That collar means that you are mine to do with as I see fit, do you understand?” He nudged me with his foot. I gave him a sullen nod of my head. I was in no position to disagree. “Well, Jenet, as nice as this is, we can’t stay here!” He dragged me to my feet and stood me up. I teetered a bit, but managed to get my balance. He knelt down behind me and cut the rope around my ankles, then moved to the front and tied a rope to the ring in the collar. I glared at him with undisguised loathing, but he just laughed. “Lets take a walk!” During the struggle, I had lost my shoes. I protested in gag talk and by using my eyes, I got him to understand what I was trying to say. He helped put my shoes back on and then, grabbing up the leash, jerked me forward, away from the path, people and freedom.

Jenet 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenet)

Part 2 - Surprise!

In the bright light of morning, the “outline” looked very sketchy indeed! There were many holes and omissions, like, how do I tell Michael. That was the big hang-up. I knew I had to tell him, but…that could be the end of our relationship!

Damn it! How could I be so stupid? How could I have given in to those dark urges? Just fucking stupid!

Jenet 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Jenet 2)

Part 3 - Bondage Goddess

I don’t know how long I was hanging from the bedpost. Long enough to have a pretty intense orgasm, anyway! At one point, someone’s lips brushed against my nipples and took first one then the other into his mouth, nibbling at them. Was that Michael? I should know his moves by now but I wasn’t sure. This was followed by caresses from the palm of an unknown hand across the tips of my hardening nipples. The harsh pressure caused by clamps being tightened onto my swollen nipples interrupted all of this gentle attention. I moaned softly at the discomfort being visited upon my breasts, but I was so intent on the stimulation of the vibrating rope, that I barely noticed the clamps. Now, as they untied me and the clamps came off, my nipple discomfort intensified. I suffered through it, but I was really preoccupied by what may lay ahead. Two pairs of hands worked on me, removing the ropes holding me tightly to the bedpost. When my feet were returned to the floor I found they were cramped from the position they had been held in. But not to worry! So much rope still held me to the post that I didn’t need to support myself yet. I stretched and worked my leg muscles as they continued untying me. By the time I was free of the pole, I could stand by myself. I felt them release the strap around my neck and unzip the hood. As they peeled it back, a hand covered my eyes. Between the hand and the glare caused by finally seeing light, I couldn’t actually see what was going on or who was in the room before a padded blindfold covered my eyes. The blindfold was tightened and I was without sight again. It was frustrating not knowing who was doing what, but the loss of sight heightened my feeling of helplessness and my sense of being a captive. They left the gag that I had buckled into my own mouth in place. To remove me from the post, they had to untie my hands and elbows. When they were free, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, just like had happened out in the woods when I had been momentarily unbound. Before I could dwell on this disappointing freedom, they began to retie me. They tied my hands palm to palm and, as a new twist, taped my fingers and hands together into a ball. No way was I going to get at a knot! My elbows were crushed together, cinched and secured to a rope that passed under my arms and behind my neck. When they pulled that rope tight, it lifted and tightened my elbow rope significantly. It felt delicious! I was flexible enough that the elbow tie didn’t cause much discomfort, but the way I was tied was really tight and restrictive. I was back under their control and not unhappy about it at all! I began to realize that although they had me tied, I was the one with the hold over Michael and James. They were worshipping at my altar; I was their bondage goddess and that thought made me giddy with desire. Michael spoke. “We’re going to take a little walk, Jenet. Just shuffle along and you’ll be all right.” It was the old Michael’s voice I heard, not the angry Michael that had first confronted me. I was happy to hear that and mentally settled even more into the situation of bound captive. They tied a rope loosely around my neck. Huh, leashed like a dog! A tug on the rope and a light twist of a nipple told me I should start to move. At first, it was awkward walking without sight. I was afraid of tripping over something, but eventually I developed some confidence that they wouldn’t lead me into a minefield of obstacles and I was able to shuffle along. It was so weird and exciting to be led around my apartment, sightless, bound and gagged. Out of the bedroom and down the hall we went. I knew that we would end up in the living room, but I had no idea what was in store for me. The fear of the unknown and my inability to influence my fate in any way was a powerful stimulus and I let my excitement grow. Were they going to take me somewhere out of the house? That would be a trip to remember! The walk took only a few minutes, but I was really juiced by it! I was fully immersed in being the bound captive and totally helpless, but I managed to resist them enough to get a couple of nipple twists and swats on the butt to keep me moving. Someone, Michael again, guided me into a sitting position on the couch. I was wracking my brain for a clue as to what could happen next as they tied my ankles. I was surprised that the ropes were kind of loose. I thought about what was in this room. There were some armchairs, the sofa, an entertainment center, and the balcony door. The balcony! Were they going to tie me out on the balcony? Adrenaline shot through me; my heart rate soared. It was night after all and we were on the third floor. Who could see me! That would be so cool! Public bondage! I was totally convinced that I was headed for the balcony as two pair of hands picked me up, but they set me on my back on the floor. I was shaking with excitement as I felt them fiddling with my ankle ropes. I felt my legs being pulled up off the floor. Huh, what was going on? I rolled onto my stomach and was pulled along the floor as my legs continued to rise. The tension on my ankle ropes and in my leg increased and then I flipped back over. Suddenly, I understood exactly what was happening! This room had a cathedral ceiling and when I had moved in, I had them take out the ugly chandelier that was hanging here. I remember the worker saying that the ring holding up the chandelier was heavy-duty enough to hang a small car. They were going to hang me from it by my ankles! Soon only my neck and the back of my head were in contact with the floor. One final heave and I was swinging free. I could feel myself still rising, but I had no idea how far above the floor I was. Now I knew why they hadn’t tied my ankles tightly! The tie was like a sling and was suspending me without a lot of pressure on my ankles. I almost swooned at the helplessness of it all. Or maybe it was the blood rushing to my head. I had never, ever been suspended and I found it exhilarating! I was totally unable to fend for myself, totally at their mercy. It was not uncomfortable except for the pressure in my head and the pull on my ankles, but there was no place to put my arms! I tried to keep them close to my body, but couldn’t keep them there. It required too much effort! I tried to let them hang but couldn’t find a good position. They solved that issue for me when they tied my arms almost straight out behind me. They must have tied them off to something in the room because now I couldn’t swing around at all and I felt much more restricted! I jiggled myself on the end of the tether to get a sense of the predicament I was in. I heard myself moaning into my gag. It was so exciting! That was when the first blow from the flogger slapped off my ass!

The Beach

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The police chief was on a rant. The weather was awful and his mood was worse. As the cold rain slashed at the windows of the police station, I sat and listened as the chief, pacing behind his desk, vented. Every so often he would stop to pound on the desk to emphasize a point. He was a burly guy, crew cut hair, red face, gruff.

“Damn it! We don’t need any help from anybody! We don’t need local big shots butting in! And we certainly don’t need big city private investigators sticking their nose into our business!”

The Client

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Client by Anne Woolsey

Anne was late again. She had tried to get into a morning routine that wouldn’t leave her so late everyday and stressed because of it, but she just couldn’t get moving in the morning.

She had a meeting with a client at 8:30. It was 7:30 and the meeting was 45 minutes away. That meant no coffee, which would further darken her mood.

The client, Julia Morse, was kind of a pain in the ass, a rich woman who aura of entitlement. She tried to steer or order Anne in directions Anne knew were wrong for the property. If she knew so much, why did she need me, Anne thought as she ran a brush through her shoulder length brown hair. Of course, her hair wasn’t cooperating either so she had to pull it back into a short ponytail. Not at all pleased with how she looked, Anne threw the brush down in frustration.

The Client Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Client)_

The Client 2 by Anne Woolsey Part Two

After removing some of the more sensitive ropes, Julia produced a knife. Anne recoiled at the sight of the blade, but Julia calmed her by saying. “On, don’t worry! I’m just going to cut the ropes off. Much faster that way and there is plenty more rope in the car!”

Soon Anne was only bound at the wrist and ankles, a pile of cut rope beside her. The numbness abated and she tried to stretch the stiffness out of her body.

The Client Part 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Client Part 2)_

The Client 3 by Anne Woolsey Part Three

Anne watched quietly as Julia began to unlace her boots.

“I believe we are the same size, Anne dear. These boots will look stunning on you, although I would have liked a higher heel. A little unpractical out here, don’t you think?”

Julia prattled on as if they were having lunch or something. Anne began to wonder about Julia’s sanity. Putting aside the fact that Julia had kidnapped and forcibly restrained Anne, she was certainly acting oddly; carrying on these one sided conversations and laughing at inappropriate spots during the conversation. A chill spread through Anne as she reassessed her earlier thinking that Julia wouldn’t really hurt her!

The Client Part 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Client Part 3)_

The Client 4 by Anne Woolsey Part Four

The trip from the project site to their destination took about 45 minutes. Anne lay quietly on the back seat under the blanket as the vehicle swayed and bounced down the woods road and then cruised smoothly over the paved highways.

There was no further chatter from Julia. Apparently she was concentrating on driving and didn’t want to be distracted.

The Therapist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was depressed!

No energy, no interest in anything, no appetite, no nothing!

I knew why, but I couldn’t get myself out of the funk and back on track. I decided I had to see someone and talk it out. I’m not an outgoing, spill-my-guts kind of person. It would be hard for me to open up and I wasn’t sure I could tell everything anyway! If I was depressed now, imagine what would happen if I was arrested for the sins of my past!

The Therapist Part 2: Catharine's Side of the Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Part 2: Catharine’s Side of the Story

My new client was a little tense, not unusual under the circumstances, but this one had a nervous energy and intensity that was well out-of-the-ordinary.

The woman sat across from me, on the edge of the couch, and stared as I went through the standard disclosures. When I got to the payment part, she said she had no insurance and would be paying cash. I smiled inwardly. Insurance carriers were cutting back on allowable charges. A cash customer would pay the full rate and without the nuisance of billing.

The Therapist Part 3: Catharine's Basement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Part 3: Catharine’s Basement

As we drove along, Catharine quieted down in the back. I didn’t know what she was thinking, perhaps revisiting her decision to tempt me. She shouldn’t fret; she was definitely going down anyway, tease or not… and I mean that literally!

I spoke over my shoulder to her, telling that she was destined to be in this situation, not to worry and to relax and enjoy it. She didn’t reply; oh right, she was gagged!

The Therapist Part 4: Kaitlynn's Take-down

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Part 4: Kaitlynn’s Take-down

Kaitlynn Lee!

I had hoped never to see her again… or her pal Samantha Blake.

Well, Samantha maybe, she was a total babe!

Kaitlynn was a total bitch!

They had kidnapped me and held me for their sexual pleasure before leaving me bound and gagged in a hotel room. This had happened maybe a year ago… OK; it was exactly ten months and 3 days ago. The ’games’ they had played with me were what had led me to engage Catharine as my therapist.

The Victim

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

So, yeah, it’s kind of a weird thing to do! I know that and I guess its part of the attraction!

I also fully understand that there are risks involved.

I take steps to minimize them. I am very careful about which assignments I take and I am very thorough in my investigations of my clients. I have the time, money and access to be thorough.

I only work for women. That alone doesn’t keep me safe. There are some scary females out there, but the odds are better if testosterone-fueled violence is eliminated from the picture.

The Victim 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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The “Victim” – Part 2

Monica and Caroline had left me tied to the bed. They disappeared for 30 minutes or so and returned looking freshly showered and now dressed, sort of!

Caroline was petite, slight and shorter than me at 5’ 4”. Monica stood a couple of inches over my height and in heels she towered over me. She outweighed me by probably 30 pounds. Together they made quite a pair, particularly when they were out in public together. Caroline tended to dress in prim businesswoman outfits and pant suits, exquisitely made up, while Monica dressed carelessly in whatever suited her mood, her hair a mess and her face devoid of makeup.

The Victim 3: Turnabout

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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_continued from part two

Part 3: Turnabout

After my extended weekend with Caroline and Monica and after banking the huge payout they gave me, I laid back and did nothing for several weeks.

I needed it!

They had really worked me over, in a good way! My bondage and sexual appetites were sated.

But…that never lasts long, so I began to return to old habits. I prowled the websites and other places people like me congregate. I made a few contacts, but nothing turned up. Apparently libidos were being stifled by the ongoing mortgage and financial crisis. Even rich pervs have limits! It wasn’t a desperate search. I had plenty of cash to live on. I had my trusty vibrator and all the dvds from my visit to Caroline, so I was in pretty good shape.

The Victim 4: Turnabout 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Part 4: Turnabout 2

The van or limo or whatever made one more stop. I think two people entered and settled in with whispered conversations not quite audible over the sounds of the road.

There were new scents in the air of perfume and shampoo that indicated to me that our new passengers were women. I hoped Monica had remembered my aversion to male clients.

The Victim 5: Turnabout 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Foreword: I must confess to mishandling these story parts and sending them to Gromet out of order. It has been suggested that I be punished for this transgression, perhaps hogtied and…well left to the whims of any readers I may have. I can only offer my profound apologies for the screw up and any continuity problems and hope for forgiveness from the users of this wonderful site.

The Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One Part One

Anne decided she had to flee the City. She needed time to unwind. Her personal life was in turmoil and a little benign neglect of priorities, personalities and responsibilities was necessary. She had never learned to deal with personal issues in an organized manner that released the pressure a little at a time. At work where she was charged with planning and completing complicated projects with a myriad of details she was on top of everything to the point of obsession, but personal stuff almost always reached critical mass before she dealt with it.