John Writer

(story continues from Annie Part 2: Bondage Challenge) Part 3: The Attempt When the door first closed on her, Annie took a deep breath and tried to relax. She was rather convinced she wouldn’t be able to free herself, so she prepared to wait for Kristine to start the bargain about freedom. As time slowly passed she started to experience the physical aspects of being bound. She could hardly move at all, and she wasn’t even interested in trying. She could move her fingers, but her wrists were well secured and the rest of her arms felt like they were welded to her body. She was completely immobile. ...

The spring was finally paying attention to Stockholm. After quite a few backlashes with snow and freezing winds, the sun was catching up, making the remains from the last snowstorm melt, causing water to drop from roofs and trees, small rills of cold water playing in the gutters At school the temperature was raising in more than one way. The great ball for the graduating classes was coming up and everybody was planning, hunting for suitable dates. It was at that time the principal choose to gather the pupils to bore them with a few well chosen words, and to deliver scholarships with humiliating small amounts of money and usually equally humiliating motivations. Of cause such an event doesn’t pass without leaving severe damages in the self confidence and contempt among the graduates. ...

There it was. A very nice little castle, typical for the Swedish architecture of the late 18th century. A narrow turn through a magnificent gate of wrought iron, brought me onto the driveway. My Aston ran smoothly as ever on the carefully maintained gravel road. Oaks, probably older than the castle itself stood in silent attention on both sides as I covered the last hundred meters. The oaks gave way, the castle presented itself beyond a circular gravel plane, in the centre of which a fountain played merrily in the golden light of the late evening midsummer sun. ...

Part 1: Getting bored Annie didn’t like her life. Her latest relation had been a boring disaster, her career had slowed down and her roommate was keeping secrets from her. Looking into the full size mirror in the bathroom she saw a young, tall woman with all the right measurements, with shoulder long brown hair and a classic beauty looking face. She would have been a real bombshell, bound to catch any mans attention, if it had not been for the dull, “I’ve seen it all and am not impressed”-look in her eyes. In short, she was a very attractive young woman, who had had an easy going life and now in the mid twenties got bored to the bones. With a deep sigh, she decided to stay home from work, end a bottle of wine and nurse her self pity. An hour later she sat on the sofa, sipped her wine and couldn’t decide whether she would cry in self pity or break something in a rage. Suddenly it hit her: Kristine her roommate, was keeping a secret from her. This was the perfect time to take a look around her room. She confirmed her decision by emptying her glass and headed for the closed door of Kristine’s. Without thought she opened the door and looked around. The room looked normal, the wide bed nicely done and everything tidied and clean. Annie walked into the middle of the room, and turned to a large mirror that covered one wall from floor to ceiling. For a few moments she studied herself, standing in a dark red satin robe, carelessly closed, exposing her black lace underwear and her dark stay-ups encasing her long curvy legs. But then she thought of Kristine and her lesbian lover Marie, and turned away from the mirror and its image of her pity. ...

(story continues from Annie Part 1: Getting bored) Part 2: Bondage Challenge Annie got home and poured herself a drink. She met Kristine in the large living room and smiled at her. How was work today? Kristine asked. Worse than most days, Annie answered and sipped her drink. Poor you, said Kristine. My day has been rather good. Are you going out tonight? I don’t know yet. Well Marie is coming over, but you are welcome to eat with us. Kristine smiled as she met Annie’s eyes. Annie thought she heard some hidden hint but she couldn’t see anything in Kristine’s face. Annie started to go on with her preparations just as if she really was going out. She took a good shower and took on a set of really sexy underwear. It was a purple silky push up bra and a set of tiny panties with high cut over her hips. She also took on a garter belt to which she fastened shiny black stockings with seams in the back. Over it all she pulled a small black dress that reached to less than half her thighs. She felt a little cheap, but dressed to kill. She completed it by doing a careful make up and brushing her hair to a gleaming lustre. ...

Damned rain! Today again. The wipers ran wildly across the windshield, trying desperately to make some sight possible. This was yet another day when he couldn’t understand the thought behind interval wipers. Why didn’t the car manufacturers equip their cars with low, high, raging… With a deep sigh he pulled into his driveway, parking the car just in front of the garage. For a few minutes he sat there, gathering the courage to open the door and make the dash for his front door and the comfort inside the house. Finally he picked up his morning paper, placed it over his head and made the break. ...