Abigail didn’t know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she’d ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance. Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time. Did he have some kind of magical control over her? Was he right for her? Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.

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While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn’t too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at his impromptu invitation. It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring.

Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness. They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other’s company. Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting. It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat.

After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, “Could we take a break?”

“Of course,” he replied.

He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail. He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location. After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon.

“You think of everything,” Abigail said playfully.

He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.

“Thank you,” she said.

They sat and talked for what seem like hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further. ‘This place is wonderful,’ she thought. He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers. She blushed, realizing he was staring at her.

Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, “Abigail, do you trust me?”

“Implicitly,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, grinning.

He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her. Abigail took his hands and joined him.

“Close your eyes?” he asked.

She did as he requested, wondering what his intentions might be. He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes.

“Now open your eyes,” he said.

“I can’t see a blessed thing,” she responded. She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes.

“Stop!” he commanded.

“Okay,” she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice.

“Are you sure you trust me?” he asked again.

“Yes darling, I love and trust you completely,” she replied.

“Okay Abigail, let’s see. Extend both of your arms directly in front of you,” he instructed.

Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists… handcuffs. She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her.

I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”

It's a strange thing

The ability to be both observing yourself but also experiencing yourself

When I'm having sex, sometimes a part of me is up on the ceiling watching everything, chuckling at the absurdity; whilst I'm also down there actually having the sex and experiencing the physical and primeval pleasure

So it is, too now.

But there is no pleasure.

It's painful, very painful.

I feel like a small child that has had Christmas taken away
I feel like the lottery winner who was sold a fake ticket

My stomach is strangling and wringing and spinning

I feel like a victim; like I've been cheated and betrayed in a most basic way

Intellectually I can coolly observe and understand and rationalise and deduce. it all makes some kind of perfect sense - if humans ever make sense. I can see how the dominoes fell

The other me cannot do this. The other me thinks, 'yeah, I can see I could have been better - but how could you have gone *so* far? It's so bloody disproportionate. Why are we only talking now; and talking about counselling?'

I feel cheated by the ref because I didn't do most of the sins I was accused of.

I feel cheated because the court of honour didn't hear any evidence but made it up and sentenced me on that basis

I feel sick because something beautiful is permanently tarnished

:-(





but my intellectual self sees it all makes sense

The package arrived via Fed-Ex Friday morning. Elizabeth had been
expecting it, but even so, when the Fed-Ex delivery man dropped
the envelope on her desk she jumped.

"Sign here please Ma'am." said the young man.

Elizabeth signed for the package and, with a look over her
shoulder to make sure that no-one was looking, she opened it.
Inside were several things; a letter, a key, a sealed envelope
and an airline ticket. 'Hmmm', thought Liz, 'This time's he's
outdone himself.' The 'he' she was referring to was Tom, Liz's
boyfriend. In the 6 months they had been seeing each other, Liz
had discovered more about excitement and her own sexuality than
in the 25 years previously. Tom was always coming up with the
next "adventure" for them to take on together. It had been Tom
who had introduced Liz to Bondage and to the kind of games that
Mom never told you about. Elizabeth was now a successful software
broker and had opened up her own business selling software to
large companies that needed to buy in bulk. At the office Liz was
always in control and very much her own woman. To her surprise,
Liz had found out that she loved being the one who was tied up,
that she loved being submissive. She was always excited when Tom
had 'instructions' for her. Last week, Tom had promised her an
adventure of "unparalleled proportions" and to expect her
instructions on Friday via messenger.

Liz opened the letter to find out what she needed to do next. The
letter was a short one and contained her weekend instructions.

Dearest Slave Liz,

You'll find enclosed all that you need to begin your "adventure".
The airline ticket is to Chicago and the plane leaves at exactly
6:00pm. Don't miss it. The flight will take a little under 2 1/2
hours. The return flight, as you can see, will have you back at
work on Monday morning. For your flight, you are to wear a pretty
cocktail dress. It must have a hemline above your knees and I
expect the fabric to be light enough that I could see through it
if the light were behind you.

When you get on the plane, you are to open the sealed envelope
and follow the instructions inside. Do NOT open the envelope
beforehand.

You'll also find a key in the package I just sent you. This key
is for use in Chicago. Bring it with you.

I love you lots and you can expect this 'adventure' to be the
best yet.

Love, Tom.


Liz's face was flushed and her breathing had quickened by the
time she finished reading the instructions. She would have to get
moving if she wanted time to go home and change before her
flight. She couldn't believe that she was going to get on a
flight to a strange city for a sexual escapade.

By 6:00pm, Liz had managed to pull it all together. She had left
the office a few minutes early and had rushed home to have a
quick shower and change. The only dress she had that fit the
instructions was a light yellow sundress that was strapless. It
was a little out of fashion for November in Chicago, so Liz put a
white sweater over it. A bra was, obviously out of the question
but Liz made up for it was a garter belt and stockings and a pair
of sheer lace panties. She threw some other clothes into a
carry-on bag and rushed to the airport where she just made her
flight. The plane left right on time and as soon as they had
levelled off, Liz reached into her bag for the sealed letter.
There was, thankfully, no one sitting next to her because Liz was
sure that the letter would be very explicit and she would die of
mortification if a stranger read it.

Inside the envelope, as expected, was a letter:

Dearest Slave Liz,

If you have followed your instructions, you are now winging your
way to Chicago where your weekend adventure will continue. Here
are your instructions:

First, as soon as you finish reading this, go to the plane's
washroom. Once in there, remove your bra, panties and stockings.
Do not masturbate. You are not allowed to masturbate until I tell
you. Once you've taken off your underwear, leave it in the
garbage disposal in the washroom. You won't be needing them.

Next, go back to your seat. When you sit down, lift your dress so
that you are sitting directly on the fabric of the seat. During
the rest of the flight, write a fantasy of exactly what you'd
want to happen to you in our next adventure. Make sure it is the
most exciting thing you've ever thought of.

When you get to Chicago, walk across from the terminal into the
O'Hare Hilton. It is only a couple of minutes walk. The key I
gave you is for room 310. Go directly to that room. Once there,
remove the rest of your clothes and hang them up neatly. You'll
find a blindfold on the bed. Put it on and then lie down on the
bed, face down and spread your legs wide apart. Stay like that
until you get further instructions.

Your Loving Master,

Tom

Liz was squirming by the time she finished reading the
instructions. She was sure that there was a wet spot on her dress
when she got up to go to the washroom. She had to wait a moment
before getting in.

Inside the tiny airplane washroom, Liz had trouble trying to get
undressed. Finally, she managed to get her panties and stockings
off and stuffed them into the disposal chute. Liz took a long
look at herself in the mirror. She knew that she was a very
pretty 25 year-old. Her sandy blond hair was short and curly. Her
figure was not voluptuous but she liked it. She was more like a
runner, she thought. Her breasts were 35 B's and her tiny waist
and trim hips showed the hours of exercise and dancing that she
did on a regular basis. She took a long deep breath and left the
washroom.

As she moved up the aisle back to her seat, she felt very
exposed. She knew that the men in their seats were looking at her
and she felt like they could see right through her light cotton
dress. She felt a blush hit her face as she finally sat down. She
was about to do up her seat-belt when she remember the
instruction about how to sit. Liz looked around her to make sure
that no one could see. Everyone seemed preoccupied with whatever
they were doing. As surreptitiously as possible, Liz pulled the
back of her skirt up so that her now bare bottom was sitting
directly on the seat. Finally, she was organized and as she
looked up, she saw one of the stewardesses was looking right at
her. Liz blushed a deep red as the stewardess gave her a knowing
smile. Liz dropped her eyes and buckled up her seat-belt. She
felt the heat of her embarrassment all over her face and knew she
must look like a little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.

The plane was soon descending into the crowded skies around
Chicago's O'Hare airport. Liz was getting more and more excited.
She read her instructions again and again wondering what would
happen to her once she was naked and blindfolded, lying on the
bed face down. She kept herself busy writing down the fantasy
that Tom had asked her for. She wrote a sizzling fantasy about
being on a tropical island and being captured by natives who
stripped her and subjected her to countless sexual trials. She
was soaking wet by the time the plane landed and she knew that
she would leave a wet spot on the seat when she got up. As soon
as the airplane door opened, Liz scooted out of her seat and out
of the plane, making sure her skirt was pulled down as she got
up. The stewardess who had seen her pulling up her skirt was at
the door and she smiled as Liz came forward. "Have a nice day
Miss." said the pretty flight attendant and Liz blushed again as
she thanked her.

Once out of the plane and into the terminal, Liz found herself
following the mass of people as they headed for the exit. She
asked someone at the Car Rental counter where the O'Hare was and
was told it was right across the street. Five minutes later, Liz
walked into the lobby of the hotel. The elevators had her on the
floor a moment later and then she was at the door of room 310.
She put her key in the door and then, just as she was turning it,
had a thought that maybe she wouldn't be alone! The thought had
her pause but it was too late now. With a deep breath, Liz pushed
the door open and walked in.

Thankfully, the room was empty. The curtains were flung wide open
and Liz wondered if people could see in. Certainly she could see
out very clearly and the idea of taking off her clothes in such
an open environment made her shudder. She wondered if she was
allowed to close the curtains. She figured not. After all, the
rest of the instructions had been so specific, she was sure that
Tom wouldn't have forgotten something like the curtains. Liz
looked around the room and couldn't find anything in the closet
or anything else that said that Tom was here. In the middle of
the bed, however, was a black silk blindfold.

Liz took one of the closet coat hangers and went to the bathroom
that was positioned right across from the closet. In the
bathroom, hidden from what seemed to be the eyes of all of
Chicago, she slipped out of her dress and heels. Her dress went
onto the hanger and her shoes she held in one hand. She looked
out for a moment from the bathroom then jumped across to the
closet and put her things away. She jumped right back to the
bathroom and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her pussy
was soaked, she noticed. Last month, during one of their
'adventures', Tom had shaved off all of Liz's pubic hair and he
insisted that she keep it smooth "just like a good slave." When
she looked at her now puffy pussy lips, they were covered with
her juices. Liz wet a hand towel and cleaned herself. In a couple
of minutes she was ready. She knew all this primping was just
putting off the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, she left the
bathroom and scooted onto the large bed in the middle of the
room. The blindfold was still there and Liz quickly pulled it on,
making sure it covered her eyes completely. Then, as instructed,
she lay face down and spread her legs wide apart.

Lying there, not able to see, Liz started to imagine all kinds of
wild things. She imagined that there were people peering into the
room from the window and that she was on display just like in a
zoo. She imagined that there was a video camera hidden in the
corner of the room, watching everything. She imagined the
stewardess from the plane coming into the room and teasing her
and toying with her just like Tom did. The thoughts didn't stop
and the longer she lay there, the more excited she got. When she
finally heard the key in the door, she was very turned on. 'Would
it be Tom?', she wondered. He had never involved anyone else in
their sex games before but he had threatened to from the first
time he had tied her up. The idea of being helpless to prevent
someone from seeing her naked and exposed turned her on.

The door opened and Liz heard someone walk into the room. She
held her breath, trying to hear everything as though the sound of
the footsteps would tell her that it was her lover or not. The
door closed and the footsteps started walking around the room.
Liz heard the sound of a bag being put down on the table then the
zipper as it was opened. The footsteps carried on all around the
bed, looking at her from every angle. The unmistakable click of a
camera had Liz blush as pictures were taken of her in this
exposing position. Finally the camera was put down and Liz heard
Tom's voice for the first time.

"Hi there my little slave, how are you enjoying your adventure so
far?" Liz sighed with relief, "Oh God!, I had no idea if it was
you or if you had found someone who would take pictures of me. "
Tom laughed, "Don't talk too soon. I'm going to prepare you now
for an 'examination'."

Liz felt Tom's hands on her wrists as she tried to digest what he
had just said. An examination?, she wondered, by who? and what
would they do? Her mind was a jumble as Tom attached wrist straps
to her and then pulled her hands wide apart to attach to the
corners of the bed. Tom lifted her hips and pushed several
doubled up pillows under her belly and then had Liz pull her
knees wide apart and forward so that she was straddled on the
pillows. More leather straps around her thighs and ankles made
sure she would be staying in position. The effect of the pose was
not lost on Elizabeth who knew that both her bare pussy lips and
her anus were now fully spread and exposed. Her breasts hung
below her so that just her nipples were touching the bed. The
tingling touch of the bedspread on the sensitive nipples added to
Liz's excitement. Finally she was ready. Tom patted her on her
perfectly curved bottom,

"Alright Liz, you're ready for your examination. Just relax. I'll
be leaving the room now, but the next person to walk in will be
examining your body and your submissiveness thoroughly. Enjoy
yourself." Tom chuckled as Liz heard him leave the room. Her mind
was now running rampant as she imagined what might happen next.
The position she was in was not only completely exposing and
humiliating, she was also helpless to get out of it. She really
had no choice but to submit to whatever would be done to her
next. Each minute seemed like an hour to Liz but finally she
heard the key in the door again. She was breathing heavily as the
door opened and someone walked in. Was it a man or a woman Liz
wondered. Would they be gentle with her? The door closed and Liz
heard the footsteps walking all around her. Her 25 year old body
pulled at the straps holding her wrists in a vain effort to let
herself free. She kept waiting for them to touch her, hoping they
wouldn't and also hoping they would. The first touch of the cool
fingers came at her left breast. Just the tips of the fingers as
they gently grasped her nipple and tugged it away from her
breast. Liz gasped. The touch had been electric. She felt her
nipples stiffen and grow even longer into the fingers of the
stranger. The long cool fingers rolled the nipple back and forth,
teasing it and playing with it until Liz couldn't stand it any
more and moaned out loud.

The fingers left her nipple and just the tips of them trailed
down along her ribcage, tickling her and making her squirm at the
sensation. It was as though every nerve ending in Liz's body had
awakened and was ready to be teased. The fingers reached
Elizabeth's bottom and moved further along the side of one
buttock and down the outside of her thigh. At the back of her
bent knee, the fingers stroked her gently before moving to her
inside thigh and starting to trail upwards. Liz was holding her
breath again waiting for the hand to reach her soaking box. She
felt a trickle of her own juices slide down her leg and blushed
at having so revealed herself to the stranger. The maddening
fingers had reached Elizabeth's pussy and she felt them stroke
the outside of her smooth pussy lips. Her pussy responded to the
teasing by puffing out even further and opening the hot pink
interior lips to the 'examiner'. Just the tip of one finger
touched the wetness inside and Liz gasped as it moved around
slightly. She felt herself pushing her bottom down trying to get
the fingers to touch her hard and sensitive clit but they didn't
oblige.

A fraction of an inch at a time, the finger pushed itself into
Elizabeth, lubricating itself on her juices. Liz let out a long
sigh as the finger penetrated deep inside her. The finger turned
slowly then pulled out, again a fraction of an inch at a time.
Liz felt the hot wet tip of the finger travelling up her crack
and pause at her tiny crinkled opening.

"Oh, no." She pleaded. "Not there." The stranger paid no heed to
the bound woman and slowly pushed the lubricated finger deep into
her bottom. Liz squirmed helplessly in her bonds. There was
nothing she could do to stop this stranger from violating even
her most private opening. The finger slid out and then pushed in
again even deeper. Liz moaned at the feeling. Back and forth, the
penetrating finger turned and touched until Liz was panting at
the sensations running through her body. Finally it pulled out.

Liz was left, gasping as the stranger moved from behind her to
another part of the room before returning. Again Liz felt a touch
at her anus. This time, the touch was cool. Liz felt the cool
touch of a plastic plug as it was pressed into her. Her bottom
tried to keep out the intruder but without success. Elizabeth's
toes curled as the thick bulge in the middle of the plug passed
inside her and her muscles pulled the rest of the plug deep into
her body. The 'T' shaped handle kept the plug from disappearing
into her completely and the result was that her tiny virginal
anus was kept open, clenching down on the neck of the white
plastic plug. Liz's breath was in short ragged breaths now. She
was sure she would come any minute.

The stranger stepped back. Liz heard the whistle of the leather
strap through the air a split second before it exploded on her
bottom. She cried out more in surprise than pain as the strap
came down again and then again. She was helpless to do anything
but endure as her spanking continued. She had been spanked by Tom
before but this was the first time a strap had been used on her
tight bottom. The strapping left Liz's bottom hot and red. The
pain only lasted a couple of minutes but the heat remained. It
seemed to travel through her body, making her nipples even more
hard and her pussy even more wet. With each stroke, Liz felt her
ass clench down hard on the unyielding plug still inside her. The
sensation seemed to go directly from her ass to her clitoris. By
the time the spanking finished, Liz was trembling. She had never
been so excited in her life. The stranger moved aside again and a
moment later Liz felt a sensation she would remember for the rest
of her life. The plug in her bottom suddenly came alive!

The plug started to vibrate deep in her bottom and Liz felt the
beginnings of an incredible orgasm. The door suddenly opened and
Liz heard as if from a distance, the strange person leaving the
room. The orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She cried out
again and again as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her anus
clamped down hard on her rectal plug and the sensation caused her
to cry out again as another wave of orgasm took over. Liz trashed
back and forth, pulling frantically at the leather straps that
bound her. She was sure that if the pleasure didn't stop right
now, she would die from it, but still it continued. She was
helpless to stop it. When she was sure she couldn't come any more
another orgasm hit her just as hard as the first and again she
cried out. Finally, exhausted, she lay still, the rectal plug
still causing her to spasm from time to time as it hummed in her
bottom. The vibrations stopped quite suddenly and Liz felt her
whole body relax. Fingers tugged at the silk blindfold covering
her eyes and a moment later daylight poured in to reveal Tom
sitting beside her. Very gently he untied her from the bed and
helped her to lie down. As if in a dream, Elizabeth looked up
into his eyes and smiled.

"It was the best adventure ever", she said drowsily, "but I'd
like to sleep now." "Yes, have a good sleep," said Tom, "because
today's is only Friday and we have the whole weekend together.
Wait until you see tomorrow's adventure."

It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room

Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess

I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night

We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal

It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation

There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace

I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs

My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss

Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness

I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize

I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out

She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips

But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy

I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me

The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more

And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent