Donny Writer

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 4: The Reckoning) Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Laura and Maggie 5: Stalk Like An Egyptian Part 1: Scratching An Annoying Itch. Laura’s nose had started to itch about ten minutes ago. She grimaced as the annoying sensation continued across the top of her nostrils. She tried once more to blow upwards to soothe the annoying sensation but as previously the effect was minimal if at all. She rolled her eyes and swore – or at least tried to, but all that happened was a new consignment of drool slid slowly from her wide-apart lips and joined the spider web of spittle linking her head to breasts, thighs and ultimately the floor. ...

Laura and Maggie: Overture and beginners. Laura Wilson got off the bus which stopped at the end of her road and, swinging a large gym bag, turned into Anderson Drive. It was a warm spring evening and she was looking forward to collapsing in front of some mindless TV with her house mate Maggie Harrison, which would also probably involve a bottle of wine. She had known Maggie for about 6 years when they were dancers, working a number of gigs together and usually pairing up when they were on tour. Now they had moved in together, renting a house about 12 months ago. Their comradeship had embraced a new line of work after dancing, when Laura got Maggie a job at the theatrical agency where she had found work when the dance opportunities started to fade away. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie)_ Part Two: Crescendo & Conclusions Laura shifted uneasily on the ball of her right foot. Her left leg was tied above her head, leaving her in a painful full upright splits. Her arms were tied just above her left knee at a height which increased the overall tension in her position. Her aching shoulders pulsed, and her right calf muscle was on fire - not helped by Maggie’s cat Gandalf wandering around rubbing himself on her standing leg. Gandalf was unhappy as had not yet been fed and couldn’t understand why Laura was ignoring him. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 2: Crescendo & Conclusions)_ Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Part 3: Turned On By A Day Off It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her. It was now three months since Laura’s discovery of Maggie’s secret life and her own growing predilection for inescapable bondage, bisexual coupling, forced orgasms and a reversible dom/sub relationship with her housemate. Though the friends were now very comfortable with each other on a physical level, they both still sought male partners for more conventional relationships. Laura had recently taken up with a guy called Graham. He was unaware of Laura’s love of bondage, and they were still at the early, hand holding, stage of their courtship. Laura was waiting to see how this tryst developed before potentially scaring him off with a latex hood and a pair of hinged handcuffs. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 3: Turned On By A Day Off)_ Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Part 4: The Reckoning Laura began to squirm on the bed but was hampered by the depth and softness of the duvet. She became distracted as Helen slid a finger between her legs, parted her lips and began to gently tease her clitoris and her inner lips. Lost in the moment, she was caught unawares as the gentle erotic message ended abruptly. She then froze as what appeared to be a bag came down over her head, which she quickly realized was one of the hoods from Maggie’s “dressing-down box”. Helen tugged the hood into place making sure the two slits in the front lined up with her nostrils. There were no eye or mouth apertures. Laura tried to make plaintive noises but the panty gag and hood combined to muffle her cries to near silence. ...