Show your Lines

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If you have not read the previous portions of the “Easy Street” and “From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so.”

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I began to stir first. Well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate. Donna and the others were well sated and sleeping soundly. My cock kept waking me up as it tried in vain to burst through its plastic prison. It felt as if someone with a very tight grip was squeezing “Mr. Happy” mercilessly. The “A” ring that fit around behind my balls was pulled against them with increasing pressure the more my cock tried to become erect. As you can probably imagine, sleep wasn’t likely. (more…)

When he came in the door, Drake found me waiting for him in the usual place. Kneeling in the foyer floor, my head bowed with my hands behind my back, I welcomed him home with the sign of my submission to him. My body trembled in anticipation at his plans for the night. Before leaving for work that morning, he’d hinted at a new experience.

Most new experiences were talked about beforehand, but on occasion, I’d get a surprise. If he came across information on something he knew wouldn’t go past my boundaries and was not too extreme, he’d spring it on me unaware. He never worried about stepping over the lines we’d set in our relationship. I could always tell him if it went beyond what I could handle by using our safe word. He knew me so well that within the years we’d been together, I’d gone from green to yellow… but never to red. (more…)

“This is a continuation of Eric’s Parting Gift. It may make sense without reading that story, but I recommend reading the first story first. The characters in this story are fictional. Some of the events and places are as real as my memory can have them be.”

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I looked at the clock and realized we needed to be out of the house in ten minutes in order to be at the other house by ten. We were supposed to meet Cheryl at ten.

I had Sarah call Cheryl and change the time to 10:15. We dressed and were on the road in short order. I wore cargo pants and a pull over shirt. Sarah wore a thin button front green dress that buttoned all the way down the front and a pair of shoes. She brought some paper towels as she was still leaking cum and other wetness. (more…)

Becca looked around her studio… it looked like some kind of medieval torture chamber. The backdrop was a bright blood red and in front of it was a large frame, almost like a door frame except much bigger. There were actual manacles at each corner. The whole setup gave her the shivers, but at the same time it definitely peaked her curiosity. Today’s shoot was for another one of Chelsea’s acquaintances, a women named Bridgit who wanted a real BDSM experience complete with a practicing Dominant. Looking over the studio Becca wasn’t so sure she’d have the courage to ever try something like this no matter how interesting it looked. Interesting did not necessarily mean fun. (more…)

Three weeks had passed since Katrina and I got married.

Our honeymoon went quick but we made the most of it. Everyday Katrina had me out of the chastity belt and made love with me, sometimes more. Although I wouldn’t say it wasn’t enjoyable to me, I just never had the opportunity to interact. The only time I could interact and pleasure her with at least my hands was when I was back in my chastity belt.

Katrina enjoyed herself using different toys and things on me, she found these restraints that when strapped to my arms and legs prevented me from bending them. Walking was difficult, sitting was difficult, eating was difficult, everything was difficult but Katrina loved every second of it. (more…)

Metallic grey skies had hung over London for days before finally bursting into hours of torrential rain. Tom felt his spirits dampen beyond retrieval. He had been walking in Regent’s Park, the grim weather keeping it almost empty; now he needed some resolution to his mood. It was either Mozart on the South Bank or the whores out East. He called a cab but by the time he reached Hungerford Bridge he realised that even Mozart’s sublime genius could not rescue him to-night. He gave the driver new directions and they snaked along Embankment for a rendezvous with the hookers instead. It was Friday night and the bright young bucks from the City would be keeping them busy. (more…)

The gate opened soundlessly as I turned into the property from the street, but the faint clack of its closing behind me almost made me jump. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the roses that lined the path, hoping to calm my nerves. My eyes sought the front door, but it was barely discernible in the deep shadows of the verandah. I gathered my resolve, and strode purposefully towards the house. A stifled giggle escaped me at a stray thought - from my navy stilettos to my upswept hair I was a picture of understated elegance. Passers-by seeing the dark-haired lady in the cream suit approaching the elegant inner-city townhouse would probably think she was headed for a society afternoon tea! (more…)

Driving home from work, I’m startled by my cellular phone ringing in my purse. I’m more than a little surprised to hear my master”s voice.

“Slave, are you naked?” Lonny asks me.

“No.” I say. “For gods sake, I’m driving through downtown!” I explained.

“Good.” “Drive to 1855 Parker Street, and pull in the garage.” “Get out of your car and close the garage door.” He gave me directions, as I blindly obeyed his instructions.

I was wondering why he called, since my husband wasn”t out of town this evening. I have been punished recently, for not telling him when Richard is away for the evening. This must be something special. I knew there were probably several horny men waiting at the house. At least I hoped so! My nipples were already stiff when Lonny started talking again. (more…)

She came out of the bathroom wearing her black vinyl dress, black mesh stockings, and black heels, and she stood in the light from the bathroom door regarding me with a mixture of shyness and challenge, letting me look at her, enjoying my reaction. I might have smiled. I certainly felt like smiling. She was dressed now and ready. She”d touched up the small amount of makeup she wore and brushed out her dark hair and now she was ready for me.

These were her sexy clothes that she wore only for me. This was my outfit, and she had put it on for our last night together. (more…)

The next morning dawned clear and bright, the sun shone hazily through the opaque, screened glass doors that led out on to the balcony. It was going to be another beautiful, hot and sunny day.

Still pleasantly sleepy, I smiled to myself as my eyes opened and I realised where I was, I snuggled cosily into Tracey”s warm, soft body, breathing in her sweet feminine aroma and kissed her lightly on the neck.

She stirred as I did so and opening her captivating hazel eyes she tenderly kissed my lips. (more…)