Dana Sauter on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Impulse

Sun, 14 Oct 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Two o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep; no noises outside. I think I’ll do a little adventure to counter my insomnia.

So I pull off my nightie and panties and get my box of things out from under the bed. Quick, spontaneous, exciting; I grab the handcuff keys and leave one on my bed. Wrapping my robe around me, I take the other key downstairs and go out the back door. Cool night air reaches up under the opening of my robe. It’s chilly, dark and quiet. I follow the little path across the backyard to the wooden fence and gate that leads to the alley behind my house. On the other side of the gate is a line of garbage cans and I reach through the gate and set the key on an indentation in the lid of the first can. Then I scurry back up to my room and shed the robe.

The Hangup

Mon, 08 Oct 2001 00:00:00 +0000

“Sweetie, I’m going to get some wine for dinner, I’ll be back in an hour or so,” I hollered down to my husband working in the backyard.

“OK, dear,” came up from the backyard.

“Oh, and I left a little surprise for you on the kitchen table, hon. A little something for you to think about maybe for this evening,” I added, glancing back at the handcuffs and key I left on the table.

The Big Night

Wed, 12 Sep 2001 00:00:00 +0000

It’s not often that I get the place to myself for a weekend. So when my wife planned a trip back east I began to plan a ‘session’ for myself. When I get time alone, I like to put together and enact a current sexual fantasy to actually experience what I daydream about. I want to do more than imagine my fantasy; I want to actually see what it feels like. And this time I’d thought I’d write a running account of it. My greatest fantasies involve self-feminization and self-bondage; I like to feel like a girl and I like feeling helplessly exposed. This time I’ve prepared myself for a night as a big-breasted girl wearing petticoats and high heels.

The Big Night

Wed, 12 Sep 2001 00:00:00 +0000