Freshly Packaged
In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Ian led his slave girl into the bedroom blindfolded. She wondered what delights her master had for her tonight. She had heard him preparing things earlier and it excited her not knowing what was coming. The thrill of seeing all the equipment laid out on the bed really made the hairs on her neck stand on edge. As he removed the blindfold, she cast her eyes over the scene quickly. Her mind began to race as she noticed many of the items already used in previous plays. However she noticed one item that hadn’t been used before. She wondered where she had seen it before; it looked familiar but yet she couldn’t place its use in the house. Then she suddenly realised; it was the large zipped plastic bedding bag used to store the spare blankets in the attic. Roughly about four foot long, a couple of feet wide and about ten to twelve inches deep. It had a large zip running around its middle and was edged in white piping all round. Normally its contents would be the spare duvet and other bedding, but it lay there empty now. Diane’s body shivered as she realised she was about to become the bedding. ...