Con-Reluct

Copyright 2010 - All Rights Reserved - May not be copied or moved to another website without permission. It was an ad in the paper – in the Help Wanted column. “Help Wanted, Housekeeper with Benefits.” The ad went on to describe a Large House on secluded acreage in the country. Single retired owner, including a private apartment for the housekeeper’s “off” hours. Sounded ideal – just what I was looking for. I had been laid off my previous position, a result of the recession, and serving jobs – in any capacity – were hard to come by. ...

This story is the second in this series and follows “Distress Call”. It was Friday afternoon and Jeff was feeling horny. It had been over 4 weeks since the first time he’d phoned Liz to help him get out of a selfbondage mistake and since that first time there had been 3 additional times he’d phoned her, all at her instigation. Jeff had continued researching and had gathered a few more bondage items and wanted to put them to use. Liz hadn’t invited, or directed, him to phone her, but he planned to use this as an anniversary of sorts. A month since the first call and 4 weeks since that first Friday night when she had directed him to position himself on the coffee table. That would be his theme again tonight. ...

Something very interesting happened to me one stormy night during what I thought was a private session. This is the scenario, being somewhat imaginative I create a lot of my bondage gear. One piece of equipment happened to be a homemade vacbed made out of ½” pvc pipe and plastic drop cloth. I have tested this unit multiple times each time making more and more strict. The night has come, its dark, rainy, thunderstorms all around and my wife is working late. The opportunity knocked and I answered. I pulled out the vacbed, clear plastic with a nose hole and my homemade mouth dildo. This dildo goes into my mouth and sticks out of the plastic about 4”, having a hollow center for breathing in case my nose gets covered. The only thing i’ve found for stimulation that works is an e-stim unit so I place the miniplug in my ass and the two rings are slid over my penis. I set the electronic timer hooked to the shopvac for 30min with it turning on in 5, knowing full well that I would orgasm at least twice during that period with the e-stim. ...

continued from part 3 Chapter 4: More Challenges At nine she was woken by his voice. “Twelve hours sleep, Latexa, I trust you are ready for today’s adventures, after you did so well yesterday, well with one indiscretion, which I feel sure you will not repeat. All your mornings will begin the same way. I like routine and more to the point you will, eventually, get used to it and consider it as normal. So nurse will be down shortly for your enema and then you will have your run on the treadmill, so hurry up, she needs you naked and masked.” ...

continued from part 4 Chapter 5: Put Through Her Paces And Playing Ball “Maybe you should save your smiles for later, Latexa, you might need them then. You can keep that mask on. Everything else goes. I’ll go and get your equipment; I will dress you here although there are stables upstairs. So strip and put everything away and I will be back in 10 minutes.” He left and despite sneaking a look she did not see him punch in any other numbers on the combination. He leapt upstairs, although he did not show it, he was overjoyed. She’d asked to be a pony girl; to be trained and disciplined. He quickly changed into a black skin-tight catsuit with full mask and back zip. He pulled on a pair of knee-high riding boots (very appropriate) and went outside to the stables. He took all the required tack from the closet, there was a lot of it, and returned to her room. He was going to enjoy creating his pony! ...

continued from part two Chapter 3: The Education Begins At seven the next morning the alarm broke her out of her deep sleep. The first time she had slept horizontal and in a bed in a week. Ten hours she had slept and she felt strengthened and relaxed, maybe it was the warm rubber encasing her that had calmed her. She pulled the sheet back and sat up. Inside her tight romper suit she was soaked. The impermeable material had not allowed her sweat to evaporate and she thought there must be a glassful in there. Good for slimming, she thought, keeping her spirits up. Then she heard his voice from a speaker by the bedside. ...

It was Springtime, and the whole family felt a need to get away. My wife and I and her parents split the cost of renting a Mountain Chalet, and we all piled into her parents’ large luxury car and drove off. My wife’s sister Karen came along, too. I’d never had a lot to do with Karen. She was always very nice, and gorgeous in her mid-thirties, but she seemed quiet. She was an executive for a large insurance company, and I assumed that she primary immersed herself in her work. ...

Part 1. Sam, or Samantha Shelldon had always been a dominant from an early age. She had known two things that set her apart from others. Her dominion over her parents and others and her lesbianism. By day she worked as head of section at Plexus I.T. Sam liked to wear classic fifties style suits. It gave the right impression, looked very sexy and gave the men something to drool about. Not that she was in the slightest bit interested in them. She made no secret of the fact that she was a sadistic lesbian predator. She made no excuses for what she was, ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 9: Finding A Winning Mount) Part 10: Training the Imperfect Mount When Beth had finished eating she found herself hitched once again to the cart, but this time by the hand of the well dressed author that she had yet to be introduced to as the editor looked on passively. Her editor had handed the woman the ring of keys that opened all of the barn’s doors as Beth looked on, placing them in her outstretched hand in acquiescence to her silent demand for them. To Beth the action seemed ceremonial, like reluctantly handing a teenager the keys to the family car and telling her to be careful and come right back home after the library. The keys in that case implied trust and freedom, and even a certain form of empowerment, but the exact opposite for Beth. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 10: Training the Imperfect Mount) Part 11: Contract Negotiations “I think ten will do for now, I hardly think this will be a onetime occurrence” J.M. told Beth. “I am yours to command ma’am.” Beth offered both knowing, and not knowing what was to come. She had to reluctantly admit to herself that it was at least a thrill to be once again under the control of a worthy taskmaster, the editor falling short in several ways, the fool apparently not knowing what potentially lay within his grasp. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 5: Escape Plan) Part 6: The Price Of Freedom, part 1 The days after Beth’s liberating run to the train station were possibly her worst at Grandview. A surprise bunkhouse inspection after the girls assembled for the morning led to the discovery of the pencil she had hidden at the train station, still covered in the dirt she had stuck it into, and impossible to be where it allegedly was found without another’s involvement. Potentially the entire bunkhouse was in trouble, but somebody was sending a personal message to her, and she guessed that man was a smoker! ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 7: The Price Of Freedom, part 2) Part 8: Destiny Strikes Again “There can be no going back to your apartment in the city, your two reporter friends and I cleaned it out and boxed up your things for storage.” the editor stated roughly. “You’re a fugitive from justice in that town now, and the authorities will look for you, or at least the you that matches your mug shot and fingerprints. You have embarrassing information that they will wish to keep out of the public eye, how exactly they have managed to keep all this hidden from those outside of Grandview is possibly the biggest part of the story, but the part you can’t tell because you had to escape before you found out for yourself.” the editor summarized in irritated fashion. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 8: Destiny Strikes Again) Part 9: Finding A Winning Mount Beth continued to write during the day, and then pull the editor in his heavy wagon during the early evening, the man at least learning how to hitch her properly to it himself. Her hands were cuffed to the staves of the cart not because it duplicated her earlier efforts at Grandview, but simply because the man driving her liked the way her cuffs looked on her. ...

Hi Grommet Just a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures of life. Mind you he will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying “anyone would love what you did to the burglar. That would be pure pleasure” The jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity, I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and then another and another, I replied to each one and it all started from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned so at the end of the day it was a no contest. ...