Pimpernell on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Angela's Discovery

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The 747 from Barbados made a perfect touchdown at Heathrow Airport, bringing to an end the equally perfect honeymoon of a certain couple named Max and Angela Anders. They had had a wild three weeks of sex, adventure, sex, fine dining, sex, lazing at the beach, sex, and when they had the time, more sex. Not, however, the bondage that had brought them together. Given their passion for each other, it was Not Required On Voyage.

Angela's Wedding Night

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

continues from Angela’s Awakening

Angela was still rocked by her discovery that John Anders, whom she had just married, was the mysterious “Max” who had earlier so beautifully bound and so deliciously fucked her senseless. Those guests who had seen her face turn white during the signing of the register simply assumed that it was due to a sudden attack of nerves.

The remainder of the wedding ceremony and the subsequent reception for their small group of Friends & Family flew by in a blur. Now, finally, the Bride & Groom bade farewell to the party, and at last Angela & John found themselves alone in their suite… appropiately enough, Room 346 of the Royal Hotel .

Angela's Awakening

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Angela Larsen was by no means a model. She was actually a slightly frumpy introverted late thirty-something, who had never married, mainly due to her shy nervous disposition. She was terrified by the prospect of dating and relationships, and therefore pushed her sexuality to the side by immersing herself into her career. In that, at least, she was successful, rising up the corporate ladder faster than her peers, mainly because she could dedicate herself 100% to her job.

Janice 3 The Conclusion

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Janice in Bondage 3 – The Conclusion by Pimpernell Janice 3 – The Conclusion by Pimpernell

Janice’s heart skipped a beat when Mark’s eyes met hers across the dim half-light of the Club Domino’s dance floor. Slowly he approached her booth and stood before her.

“May I sit down?” he asked, obviously unsure of himself.

“Please do, Mark…By the way, is that your real name?” she replied.

“Yes, it is. I’m here to… make up for what I did…that other night. Is there any way you can forgive me?”