Chapter 1: Germany Bound Anya and I had met on several occasions when she came to New York or I travelled to Germany on business. She was our dealer in Germany and I was her representative. Typically, my European trips were whistle-stop tours of several countries with no time for sightseeing so when she asked me to join her for two major fashion shows in two consecutive weeks, I was very excited at the prospect of spending some time in one country. The first show was Tuesday through Friday in Essen, the second from Monday through Wednesday in Frankfurt. Anya invited me to stay with her at her country house over the weekend. ...

Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. “I think you need a big hug,” she said, leading me into a room I hadn’t seen before. Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and slipped it into my still wet pussy. “It’s radio-controlled,” she said, smiling. The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around a frame. Anya untied my arms and told me to get in. This was the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber sheets and laid down. The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth. Then she told me to put my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed. Anya pushed earplugs in my ears so that I couldn’t hear a thing. She pulled the top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed. I found I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly through the rubber sheet. ...

Chapter 4: Yours, Truly I awoke, unable to see or move, calm and comforted by my tightly enclosing cocoon. I had never felt so at peace. I squirmed a little, revelling in the feeling of slick plastic pressing against my skin. At some time during the night, my exhaustion had finally overcome me and I had slipped into a warm sleep. Now I was rested and I lay there, with no idea what time it was, waiting for my mistress to call me to her bidding. ...

Chapter 5: Anya’s Slave Anya sat and looked at me for a long time. I could see that she was thinking of how she might be able to manage things. I knew that she wanted to accept my submission, but clearly there were some major logistical issues she would have to overcome. I knelt in front of her, trying to look down, but unable to tear my eyes from hers. I desperately wanted to beg, plead, promise - anything that might get her to say yes ...

I’d been talking to him for a few months over the computer. I don’t know if he ever told me his name. If so, I had long forgotten it. I now knew him only as “Master”, and preferred it that way. He asked me what I wanted to be called, and I chose “Wench” - more creative than “slave”, and I sure would serve him like a serving wench would. This wasn’t exactly a “normal” relationship, even as dom/subs go. He was married to another woman - his “Mistress”. His problem was, with their different work schedules, the few times they got to spend together, she wanted to be in control - he is a switch, and needed an escape for his dominant half. That’s where I fit in. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WENDY WORSHIPS A WICKED WOMAN Part Six in a series by Sir Stephen While Wendy was at home writing self-humiliating poetry at her Master’s orders, Eric worked on finding a lesbian to help him top her. Visiting several of Albuquerque’s hipper stores, Eric noticed a local magazine called Kink. Answering one of Kink’s personal ads, Eric found himself explaining his situation to a young, butch-but-beautiful lesbian named Kim. Part Asian, part European, part butch, and all woman, Kim was experienced as a top and interested in helping a bottom with her first lesbian experience – a bottom she knew at this point only as “Naughty Girl.” ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHATEVER WENDY WANTS Wendy Number Nine by Sir Stephen Wendy spent her week of slavery horny all day, every day at the library and begging for release each night. When she had to stand on a stool to reach a book on a high shelf, her customers were able to see and smell her juices flowing freely down her inner thighs. Those who took a peek up her short skirt were also able to see her bare assets. Wendy blushed as she fended off requests for increasingly sexual books and resources, and managed to get through each day without masturbating in the rest room only by drawing on her enormous willpower. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WILD WILD WENDY Part Four in a series by Sir Stephen After they made love, Eric untied Wendy once again to allow her to prepare for bed, as both of them were tired. He retied her for sleep, though, with her wrists crossed at her navel and attached to a rope belt, and with her ankles and knees secured as well. Two strands went between her legs and cheeks to attach to this belt snugly. Wendy would be comfortable, horny, and secure. “Now if you have to get up, go ahead and wake me, but expect a good spanking if you do!” said Eric. Then he placed his underwear over her head with its crotch over her nose and rolled over to drift off to sleep beside her. Naturally, it took Wendy longer to go to sleep, as her bondage and the smell of his shorts were keeping her aroused. Were we to inquire into their dreams, we would find Wendy in her dream serving not just Eric, but a group of men and one mysterious woman in black leather chaps, while in his dream, Eric saw himself with Wendy in an outdoor setting, where strangely enough Wendy was wearing a fancy pink prom dress! ...

* WENDY WHEN WET Part One in a series by Sir Stephen Wendy was sprawled on her own somewhat frilly bed with a new lover. She might have been perfectly happy but she found herself unable to come. First Eric had licked her pussy quite prettily for about fifteen minutes, bringing her close, but not quite to her goal. Then he had slipped on a condom and entered her, gently and missionary style, and had managed to maintain a fairly vigorous thrust for a half-hour before he could no longer contain his semen. Still, Wendy had not climaxed, although the sheets were drenched from her pussy-juice and her face was ruddy with excitement. For his part, as he got up to dispose of the condom, Eric felt satisfied but somewhat chagrined at the fact that Wendy was so frustrated. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wendy Forever Part Ten in a series by Sir Stephen. Eric had the rest of the week off from his job at the high school, so Wendy decided not to release him completely from bondage for the rest of the week. Eric slept that night with his ankles and knees tied together, with his wrists tied crossed in front near his navel and attached to a rope belt around his waist, and with a pair of Wendy’s smelliest, stickiest panties over his face. He was not allowed to cum. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHIPPING THE WAX OFF WENDY Part Three in a series by Sir Stephen It was so hard for Eric to tear his mouth off of Wendy’s that it seemed he was stuck to her. Her mouth seemed the center of his existence, and he probed it with his tongue as he had probed it with his penis just moments ago. Surely he had no business doing anything else… He paused only to breathe and attacked her pouty, wet lips again. Eric stuck to Wendy’s mouth the way two sheets of contact paper bond when their adhesive sides are brought together. Could he be bruising her pretty mouth, still ruddy both with the lipstick he had applied and with excitement? So be it, he thought, invading her mouth still deeper, opening her jaw with his right hand and placing his teeth between her bite, prying her apart and licking her tongue and palate. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wandering Wendy Part Eight in a series by Sir Stephen After Wendy’s long hard day at the library, she drove home to Eric. Her vibrator was nearly spent, and so was she. As she got in the car, she remembered to flip her skirt back so that her bare bottom touched the car seat. It was hard to concentrate on the road, but she made it home. Eric was waiting, having gotten off early from his work. Wendy came in the house flushed with desire, with the juice from her pussy still lining the insides of her thighs like the rain on the storm-side of an Aspen tree. ...

(story continues from Wendy) _ *WENDY IN THE WOODS_ Part five in a series by Sir Stephen After a long week of waiting to be together, Wendy and Eric met on Saturday morning at Wendy’s apartment to go on a hike. Eric had spent the week shopping, and had many surprises in his truck. It was a glorious day, and Wendy wore khaki shorts, a sport bra under a T-shirt, and no panties, while Eric showed up in jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. Wendy explained that during the week, she had purchased a black chain bracelet, which she would put on when she felt like “playing,” as a signal to Eric. For now she kept it in her fanny pack. ...