Part 1 David sat at his desk, his attention shifting between his computer screen and the paperwork scattered in front of him. The office was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional clack of his keyboard and the faint hum coming from under his desk. He had decided to work from home today, the peace and quiet of his study was much more preferable to the hustle and bustle of the firm. Plus it meant he had his new favorite toy at his disposal. ...
“As her old farmhouse came into view my fear became mixed with the seemingly incompatible feelings from earlier. Of her hand pressing tightly over my mouth while its sister slid its way into my pants to gently grasp my dick. Jennifer had never done anything like that before. Had she meant to? I doubted it. I had been wriggling in her grasp. It probably just slipped in. still… this wasn’t the first time she had gotten carried away. She always got carried away with me. ...
He was sitting in his den reading. It was a book by Richard Bach about one of his flights in a biplane. When the doorbell chimed he thought it was odd. Rarely did any one come to his lair without being escorted. A quick click of the remote brought the front door security camera up on the television. It was a very old friend. He was always happy to see her. His heart has a very, very special place for her. He first met her online shortly after a bout of depression that almost killed him. She kept chatting with him, keeping him online, and away from the suicidal thoughts that haunted him. As he grew out of the depression, their friendship grew. ...
(story continues from A Change of Clothes) Part Two Gladys was a teacher who lived alone in a small cottage in a distant mountain suburb. She was 40, had a slim, well cared for figure, an amiable face, short greying hair and always wore glasses. Though not a very outgoing woman she made periodic efforts to make social contacts but had never been very successful. She had been divorced after an unhappy marriage some years ago. She was known locally as somewhat reclusive but was not antisocial and hoped eventually to find a companion, though this did not seem likely at present. ...
A long time back, I dated a crazy girl. Call her Mary. She was nice looking, with a certain elegance about her. She also like to sit in the front seat of my car and neck, which was, at the time, a new experience and the thing I liked especially about her. She had a mean streak in her, though. She would play dirty tricks on me. One evening, we were at my apartment, and one thing led to another. We were pleasantly engaged on my couch when, with no warning, she pinched! me. Hard. It hurt. I said, “Hey”, and picked up where I had been. A couple of minutes later, she did it again! Ow! squared! Not to mention, very distracting. ...
She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did. Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden. As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact. ...
Sally walked into her bedroom wondering what as in store. She remembered that she had told Jim she was looking to spice up their sex life a few weeks ago but had no idea what he had come up with. Sally and Jim had been dating for a little over a year now. They both enjoyed sex and both got off… most of the time. Nevertheless, something seemed to be missing. However, what? ...
(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender) The Art of Silk Surrender - part two In part one, I told you about how my more typical career as a nude art school model took a sharp, sensual turn into submissive silk bondage at the hands of a very special teacher of erotically repressed art students. I covered the initial interview and meeting with Joanna, the inspired teacher on a mission of sensual discovery, and how she auditioned and then accepted me as the instrument to be used for her charges on their journey to the heart of their own erotic inspirations. I left myself at the point of being introduced into the world of being bound hand and foot, naked, gagged and blindfolded, all in luxurious silk satin scarves and sashes. ...
(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 2) The Art of Silk Surrender - Part 3 In part two, I was left posed in the first art class, bound naked to a padded post awaiting my state to be revealed to the unseen, unknown members of the erotic exploration project. As the silk drapery which had been covering me as if I were a marble statue fell away, I presumed at the hands of my teacher Joanna, I felt an incredible wash of sensations flow through my entire nude body and radiate outward across the stunned students. Despite them being briefed as to what they should expect from the class, I felt the vision of my erotically imprisoned circumstance plow through them as a tidal wave of shocked emotion, leaving them literally gasping for breath. I, of course, was still totally blindfolded, so I was forced to project my hearing and my feeling for the energy of the room out into the darkness of my world as I tried to envision who they were, what they looked like, and how my bound form was confronting their sensual repressions. ...
(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 3) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 4 In part three, I was left waiting for the art class to begin, bound on the modeling stage in a standing spread eagle between two utterly unyielding wooden uprights. I was again blindfolded and thoroughly gagged, and, as I heard the first clatters and murmurs of the arriving students, I had been stuck in this pose, under the satin covering, for the better part of a solid hour. My shoulders were burning, there was a fine layer of perspiration coating my naked flesh from the back of my neck to the tips of my outstretched fingers and toes, and the sensual enthusiasm demonstrated by my raging penis in the previous class was anything but evident in this one. ...