(story continues from Decompression Part 7) Part Eight Chapter 13 Sally got up and fetched the dice. “My turn to throw today. And no cheating. No turning a die over!” Big grin! She threw a Nine. Six and Three. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, yummy. I’m going to have such fun. Master, will you please take my collar off.” “After you’ve cleaned up the kitchen.” “Delaying matters won’t help, you know?” ...
Note: Although the story gives quite explicit details for the construction of the headbox, I haven’t (yet) made one. If someone wants to try it out and give feedback, I’d be interested to hear how it worked. Otherwise, I’ll get around to making one and then be able to correct the design if necessary. Scarecrow. It was a box, just a box hanging from a chain, but the implications sent a thrill down Paul’s spine. He had spent each evening of the week working on the project. Paul worked as an engineer. He was used to ensuring that every last detail was perfect and, in his workshop, he had the tools to do the job right. ...
“Hi Cindy, its Julie…” “Yes, I’m fine thanks. Well actually, can I ask you a favour?…” “Yes. Well I’m in New York…” “I know. The weather is foul. That’s what I’m phoning you about…” “Look Cindy…” “Yes, that’s the problem. The flight I was booked on was cancelled due to a “Mechanical” and before I could get on another flight this storm came in and now the airport is closed and I’m going to have to stay the night…” ...
(story continues from Invitation) Part 2: Second Invitation The next few days left Nick in a turmoil. His mind kept returning to the events of the previous Saturday when the mysterious “J” had ensnared him and, as she had promised, given him an adventure to fulfill his wildest fantasies. Every evening he rushed home to check his mailbox for another invitation but, each time, he was disappointed. The week passed, and then the next. Nick had driven past J’s house a couple of times but her admonition not to try and contact her kept him from stopping. One thing he did do was to surreptitiously try and look over the women who used the gym whilst he was exercising. “D” one of the women who had ridden him that Saturday afternoon had recognised him and commented that she had wanted to get her hands on him. “J” herself seemed to know that he worked out regularly. Frustratingly, although there were many women using the gym, he could never feel with any certainty that he recognised a voice - which was all he had to go on. ...
Part One Chapter 1 “Hi Sally, what can I do for you?” I answered my phone as I walked towards my car. “John, will you do something for me? A favour?” There was a slight, and unusual, hesitancy in her voice. “Of course. Anything.” I replied firmly. “Anything? Do you really mean that?” she asked. I hesitated a moment. “Anything legal, but yes, I really mean that.” “Good. Please drive down to parking area in the gardens and I’ll meet you there. Then I want you to do two things for me. No argument, no questions. Okay?” Her voice had its usual, decisive edge. ...
(story continues from Decompression) Part Two Chapter 2 “Morning beautiful” I kissed Sally on the end of her nose and then moved down to play with a nipple. “Mph. Is it morning? I can’t see a thi… Oh, yes.” A smile spread across her face. “Are you going to let me see your house?” Sally was still blindfolded from the night before. After our first love-making I had changed the scarf for a proper fleece-padded blindfold, suitable for long-term wear. I had also swopped the rope binding her wrists for locking padded leather cuffs connected with a fifteen centimetre chain. Still restrictive, but much more comfortable to sleep in, and the change had given me the opportunity to take off her blouse and bra. ...
(story continues from Decompression Part 2) Part Three Chapter 3 I held Sally on my lap for a while after her orgasm had finished. She really was incredibly sensitive to clit stimulation. Eventually I put her on the floor and eased her onto her knees. Then I fetched the ankle cuffs I had originally sent her for, locked them on and connected her wrists to her ankles with a short chain. I folded a towel under her knees to protect them from the tile floor. ...
(story continues from Decompression Part 3) Part Four Chapter 5 It took a long time before Sally moved from my lap. We talked. We talked about our fears and relationships, lessons and failures. Lots of intensely personal stuff, the sort of things that are only shared when a relationship is solidifying into something special, normally after about three months or more. I raised something that had been tickling away at the back of my mind. ...
(story continues from Decompression Part 4) Part Five Chapter 7 I check in my mirror as I drive out of the parking garage and I see Johnny’s big dark blue Landrover Discovery following me. He’s a big car man; big man in every respect. Solid, dependable and generous and I am delightfully, deliriously, desperately in love with him. Me, on the other hand, I’m small, petite, and I love my little, bright yellow, Mazda MX5. I love driving my little car through the country-side. Top down, with a big silk scarf tied under my chin, Grace Kelly style, to cover my hair. Often I tie another silk scarf across my face, like the bikers do; big pair of sun-glasses to hide my eyes and I am off. I say it’s to protect my skin but really I love the feel of silk against my face. That and being hidden, anonymous. I just drive for miles and miles. The other thing I really love is wearing a blindfold. Not when driving, of course! ...
(story continues from Decompression Part 5) Part Six Chapter 9 So I have a good cry. It’s something guys just don’t get, how a good cry can release all the tensions, kind of like a system reset, and he just holds me and lets me get it all out of my system and when I’m done he stands up and puts me in the chair and goes off to make supper. He’s different; like I said. So while he’s busy we have our first real conversation and this guy has a proper mind. I know he’s got a good brain or he wouldn’t be in his job, but he’s got a mind and he uses it. He thinks and he has opinions and he can back them up with proper arguments. And he’s read lots of different stuff but his favourite is SF and we go from topic to topic and it’s the best real chat I’ve had with anyone in years. ...
(story continues from Decompression Part 6) Part Seven Chapter 11 I drove sedately back home wondering if I had created a monster. A lovely, lovable monster, but a monster none-the-less. Sally had always been sparky and vivacious but now she was blazing. The way she teased the poor removals company rep had been priceless. Then Sally ordered me to follow her home where she had promised to tie me up and fuck my brains out. The memory of what she did to me the last time had me squirming as my erection pushed its way up. As I got home I saw she had parked outside. ...
“My God, I must be crazy!” thought Nick. “I’m sitting here in a stranger’s house wearing a blindfold, for crying in a bucket.” He moved to take off the scarf that covered his eyes but jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast, young man. You’ve come this far, now you have to go the rest of the way.” the husky, female voice whispered in his ear. Nick sat still, fear and anticipation, in equal parts, flooding though his body. ...