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Part 10: Girl Talk Alice woke up with a start. It took her a moment to orient to the fact that she was in Dan’s bed. Then the whole evening crashed back in on her. She looked to her left. Dan was there, snoring quietly. ‘He snores, I never noticed that before,’ she thought. Slipping out of the bed in the gray dawn Alice grabbed her shoes and padded to the bedroom door. She slipped out into the living room, eying the open blinds with trepidation. ‘Oh well, if they didn’t catch the show last night they can get the early matinee,’ she told herself as she moved across the room. ...

Part 8: Second Thoughts The staff at the walk-in clinic didn’t seem any more credulous than the cop regarding the cause of Dan’s injuries. But they dutifully stitched the gash on his chin and straightened his nose. They gave him a script for pain killers and sent him on his way. By Monday morning Dan’s eyes were swollen to slits. His face had purpled around his nose and eyes. He called in sick to work, took a pain pill and washed it down with a beer. ...

Part 7: The Wheels Come Off Dan awoke to the chime of his phone. He was greeted by a text from Jordan. “Still mad at me?” it asked, followed by a crying emoji. He ignored the message and dressed for work. Walking out the front door, coffee in hand Dan stumbled over a bag left by his door. With hot coffee dribbling down his wrist he muttered, “What the fuck?” He picked up the plastic grocery bag. Coils of hemp rope were neatly arranged inside. ...

The Halloween Dinner Belle pulled the mail from her box in the lobby, quickly sorting as she walked. There was the usual junk mail, a couple items for her roommate and a jet black envelope addressed to her. She felt a little flip flop in her chest as she read the return address. It was from Rick and Jill. As she entered the shared apartment Belle dropped the mail on the sideboard. Christina, her roommate would pick out what she wanted and discard the rest. For Belle, it was more important to slip into her bedroom and read the note from the couple who had so wonderfully and mercilessly tied her up. ...

Part 6: Tied Tuesday For Alice Monday was a torment. Tuesday was pure torture. She needed to stay focused on her work, but constantly drifted off down some mental rabbit hole. It got to the point where her boss asked her if she was coming down with something. Dan, having a more technical approach to life, did research. He looked up various ties that he might use on his neighbor. Not for his benefit of course, but to give his neighbor the experience she seemed to crave. He also spent time learning about vibrators and the best way to use them. ...

Part 5: One of These Things is not Like the Other Alice watched as Dan disappeared out the front door, toting her suitcase full of toys behind him. She rubbed her fingers over lips that still tingled from his parting kiss. “Well, shoot,” she grumbled in disappointment. The day had its ups and downs (she never wanted to be that cold again.) But the session on the table had been a total mind fuck. She just had hoped for a bit of a “happy ending.” ...

Part 4: Now What? After their lovemaking Alice had fallen asleep. Dan lay awake, his mind filled with guilt and recrimination. He had just cheated on his girlfriend. Not only that; he’d done it unprotected. He cursed himself for his stupidity. But what was he going to do about it? How could he keep his crazy, kinky neighbor from pulling her next bizarre and potentially dangerous stunt? Dan’s bladder called him back to the bathroom. The wet clothes on the shower floor were yet another reminder of the bizarre situation he found himself in. With a frustrated sigh he grabbed the terrycloth robe that hung on the back of the door. He needed to figure this mess out. And he thought he knew where to start. ...

Part 3 - I’ll Never Tell Dan hadn’t heard from Alice all week. This resulted in the conflicting feelings of concern and relief. It was good to get back to normal, work, dinner out with Jordan, sex Friday night. But in the back of his mind was the fear that Alice had gone back on her promise not to do any self bondage without informing him first. The urge to knock on her door-just to check on her, was strong. ...

Part 2: Dinner and a Show Conversation on the ride home returned to more mundane topics. Alice had a portfolio of artwork she promised to show him sometime. She explained about comic cons and the whole culture of cosplayers there. Dan could somewhat relate, having played many of the games the cosplay characters represented. But when Alice suggested he should go to a show Dan said nothing. An image of Jordan came unbidden to his mind. What would she say to such an idea? He could well imagine. ...

Dan Morgan was sitting on his bed when he heard the crash. He looked up from the laptop, cocked his head to one side and listened. The noise had come from the apartment next door. He’d normally just ignore it-part of the background noise of apartment life. But he was ‘plant sitting’ for Alice, who lived next door while she was out of town. Hearing nothing else, he turned his attention back to the screen. Tomorrow morning he’d go clean up whatever fell. He was busy chatting with his girlfriend of eight months, Jordan. She was going on about something at work that he was only paying half attention to. ...

Part 3: Island Hunt The old man stood by the pontoon boat, eyeing the trio as they made their way down the dock. The two women, one dark haired and one brunette looked ready for a boating day. ‘Except for the shoes,’ he thought to himself. The women each wore mesh cover-ups, one black, the other white that hinted at the skimpy bikinis underneath. Each wore a pair of high heels, in matching colors. ...

Part 2 Belle spent the week daydreaming about her weekend adventure. She tried pulling out her ropes for a little self bondage. But suddenly it just wasn’t enough. She knew she could escape. It wasn’t like when Rick had tied her, suspended from a tree with her legs wide open. She stopped herself. Just thinking about it made her want to slip her hands between her legs. She and Jill had exchanged numbers on the way home. She was dying to call the other girl and ask when they could get together again. But she didn’t want to seem desperate. And so she waited out the long week. ...

Jill sat quietly in the passenger seat as Rick accelerated down the open stretch of route 192. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Traffic was light. She toyed absently with her short black hair. “Nervous?” came the question from the driver. It startled Jill from her thoughts. “Yeah, a little,” she lied. She was actually freaked out, but didn’t want to disappoint her lover. Rick reached over to stroke her bare leg. “Good,” he said calmly. “It adds to the excitement.” He worked his hand up till he was toying with the button on her shorts. ...

Part Six “You what?!” Sherrie exclaimed, spraying coffee across the table. Her outburst earned a disapproving look from the girl behind the counter. Sherrie immediately lowered her voice and began wiping up the spilled coffee. “Tell me you’re joking,” she hissed. “I panicked,” Jessica moaned. “I thought I was going to choke. And I couldn’t get him to stop. What was I supposed to do?” she asked miserably. She could feel herself tearing up once again. ...

Part Five Jessica staggered forward as the door hit her in the rump. She wanted to turn and pound on the door, to beg to be let back in. But she was quite sure that Don wasn’t kidding. He wanted her to drive home in her ridiculous outfit. She was shocked to see how late it was. Afternoon traffic was picking up. She must have been Don’s captive for longer than that, she thought. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” Jessica muttered sarcastically. ...

Part Four Don had ignored the chime of two incoming text messages. But the sound of the Stones singing “Under My Thumb” was impossible to ignore. Glancing in irritation at the caller ID he pressed the answer button. “I’m busy, Randy.” “Yeah, well you’re going to be busier,” came Randy’s anxious voice on the line. “Jessica Walters is on her way over.” “Jessica,” Don asked, uncertainly, “The birthday shoot girl?” ...

Part Three Jessica waited out the four days till Jeff’s birthday in a state of anxiety. She had found time to wash out her new corset when her husband wasn’t around. A little horse trading at work had gotten her a half day shift for Tuesday. She had considered shaving herself clean but couldn’t quite work up the nerve. The plan was “panties on” for the photo shoot. But there was always the possibility that things could get out of hand (not that that ever happened, practical Jessica smirked.) ...

Part 2 Jessica drove home in a whirl of emotions. Her orgasm had been a surprise and an embarrassment to her. When Jeff tied her, she worked hard to stay ‘in the mood’. She found herself more annoyed than aroused. But today was something different. When Don had her helpless and offered the lightest touch she was over the edge. Was it the man himself? That thought brought on feelings of guilt. Had she just cheated on her husband? And despite the orgasm, Jessica felt like the job was only half finished. She wanted more. ...

Velma shifted uneasily on her seat in the back of the Mystery Machine. She was stuck in between Shaggy and Scooby, because each claimed car sickness if they didn’t have a window. Daphne rode shotgun, as usual. Everyone in the group knew Fred had a thing for her. And why not, Velma sighed. Gorgeous long red hair that you could bury your face in, long legs that her little short dress almost showed too much of, and a figure that just wanted to be squeezed, what wasn’t there to like? ...

Jessica Walters signaled her turn as the GPS intoned, “Your destination is on the right.” She pulled her car into an open spot before shutting down the engine. She listened to the ticking of hot metal as it cooled, thinking about the strange week she’d had. It had all started innocuously. Her husband Jeff, was about to turn thirty. Being two years away from that dreaded date herself made her sensitive to what such a milestone could mean to him. She wanted to do something special for him-like maybe a cruise where they could reconnect. Or a weekend away in some secluded place. ...

The electric blue BMW convertible pulled up before the old salt box home. The woman who stepped out brushed the wrinkles from her impeccably tailored white business suit. She looked at the house. Its unkempt yard full of weeds and peeling paint made her smile. Expensive heels clicked on the cracked walkway up to the house. She rang the bell and waited patiently for the old man to answer the door. Perhaps he’s changed his mind, she thought. I might have to have the police drag him out after all. Although it would make a scene, it would delight her to see the troublesome old man humiliated in front of his neighbors. ...

Part 4: Till Death Do Us Part Alexis woke with a start. She saw immediately that she was in her own bedroom. But that was where the normalcy ended. A muzzle gag was strapped across her mouth. She could feel the hard ball on the inside of it between her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the leather straps that ran up either side of her nose and over her head. Alexis tried pushing the ball out with her tongue but it was strapped in tight. ...

I was sitting at the bar in my favorite club. I was trying a Thursday night, hoping that there would be less competition than my usual Friday. I was in a dry spell that made the Gobi desert look like a rainforest. Fortunately there were fewer guys in, that evening. Unfortunately there were fewer women too. It was eleven o’clock. I was debating on calling it a night when she walked in. She parted the crowd like Moses parting the red sea. If Moses was wearing a black latex mini dress that looked like it was painted on, that is. ...

Part 3: Down the Rabbit Hole Alexis wanted to scream. But the horrible gag she wore wouldn’t even allow her that small luxury. She whimpered as the darkness of the trunk closed in on her. Strange distant voices spoke to her out of nowhere, adding to her terror. There was a heavy thump. It felt to Alexis as if someone had just dropped the trunk. Could Paige and Betty have moved the trunk from the basement? It didn’t seem likely. But at least the strange whispering voices had stopped. ...

Part 2: The Countess Alexis balanced the tray of pastries and mimosas carefully as she stepped out onto the pool deck. She wondered for the tenth time if she should have hired someone to serve for her. Too late now, she thought as she put the tray down before her two guests. Actually one guest and one simpering toady, she thought. The guest was Paige, the undisputed queen of the local social circle. Long black hair, a killer figure, and a designer outfit that made Alexis feel like her yellow sundress was a rag. The toady was Betty. Not quite fat, but heavy enough to highlight Paige’s perfect curves. She had short brunette curls and wore an off the rack pantsuit. Alexis felt comfortable ignoring her. ...

Part 2 Alexis stepped from the shower dripping wet. She had just grabbed her towel when she saw the man standing in her bathroom. With a gasp she clutched the towel to her naked body. “Who the hell are you?!” she cried. “I’m Ed, the cable guy, Ma’am,” he said quietly, “nobody answered the door so I let myself in.” Alexis eyed him warily. Work boots, faded denim jeans and a tool belt told her he was what he said he was. “Well,” she said in annoyance, “the TV is in the living room. So if you’ll excuse me I need to get dressed.” ...

They say that opposites attract. That’s certainly true in my marriage. Anna is level headed, organized, a planner. I’m an impulsive dreamer with half my existence in a fantasy world. For all of that, we’ve managed to find our way through many years of marriage. One of our biggest challenges has been my love of bondage. I’ve never really been able to adequately explain to her why I love seeing her tied up. I guess I never will. But she’s been good about humoring me so long as I don’t go over the top with things. ...

Michael checked his tie in the mirror. He looked very much the older junior executive assistant in his dress shirt and pressed khakis. It would have to do, he thought as he picked up his briefcase. He gripped the handle in a suddenly sweaty palm and headed down the hall to the office. Her office, he reminded himself. The boss who made his life a living hell; the dragon lady. ...

Eric flinched as the front door banged open. He closed his eyes, letting the paintbrush slip from the tiny figure he was painting. He waited for the onslaught. “Eric,” his wife screeched “didn’t you hear the car pull up? Am I supposed to come and ask you to carry my stuff in?” He sighed, looking down at his unfinished army of war-game figures. They would have to wait. “Sorry dear,” he said meekly. “I didn’t hear you drive up. I’ll get your stuff right away.” ...