Show your Lines

Author’s note:

This is the continuation of the fourth in a series of stories about me and my wife Lisa. If you haven’t already, please read part one and especially the Author’s note with that part.

Thank you

Now on to the story:

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The Vacation

Part 7, the conclusion

As I slowly woke I quickly realized that Lisa had somehow restrained my wrists to the corners of the bed. I was lying on my back with my arms stretched up and out. Lisa was sitting on the side of the bed just smiling at me. (more…)

It had been one of those kinds of days from the moment she woke that morning. Murphy’s Law was alive and well; everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Beginning with her oversleeping because everyone else in the house was still in dream land, running late to work because she had to stop for gas and then getting pulled over by the police for running a red light (she swore the light was yellow), spilling her coffee on her white blouse… the list went on. By lunch time, her nerves were frazzled. And with an afternoon filled with difficult meetings, a boss suffering from PMS, and an assistant who had her head in the clouds planning her wedding, Lynn was ready to scream. (more…)

One of the things that I loved about my relationship with Michelle was the unbelievable sex life that we shared. It was diverse and fulfilling, exciting and incredible. A good example is what was going to happen in just a little while, just as soon as I pull into the driveway and go inside……..

Michelle was sitting in front of the computer when I walked in. Her back was to me so she didn’t notice my arrival. I walked quickly over to her and grabbed her hair, pulled back and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was a bit startled at first but as we kissed, I could feel her body relax. I broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. I could see a devilish look there, and I knew just what it was that Michelle wanted…… (more…)

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Robert watched in silence as the Agnes, Jane and Martha finished playing with Ellen and walked over to him. Agnes looked him in the eyes and shook her head. “Well, Robert, Mistress Martha tells me that you came without permission, making a mess,” she paused for effect then added, “Is this true?” Robert nodded yes and grunted through his ball gag. He looked at the three women and knew that he would be punished for cumming without permission. Mistress Jane was ecstatic at the prospect of punishing Robert for his infraction. Robert sighed in resignation to his fate and mentally braced himself for what was to come. “Martha, I love this new cock and balls restraining net that you’ve placed on this naughty boy,” Agnes said as she looked at Robert’s cockhead protruding from the nylon netting. “I like the way it is pulled back between his legs to point towards his asshole.” (more…)

Like any 18-year-old boy, I have an insatiable curiosity about the mysterious. In my case, it was the mansion that was located in the woods behind my house. The road to it wasn”t far from my boring little ranch home where I lived with my parents and younger sister. The private road was blocked by a small gate that could only be accessed with a key card. Closer to the mansion, a 10-foot stone fence ran around the property that covered at least five acres. Another large gate guarded the driveway.

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Looking down on her, he hesitates a moment before turning back and proceeding back to the bathroom, finishing dropping the various bottles and other toiletries into the bag. Taking one last look about, he looks for anything he may have missed.

Laying against the bed, her arms tied above her head against the head board, legs tied spread eagle at the foot of the bed, she continues whimpering softly, her tears having ceased, just a soft sniffle every now and then. She looks up to him as she hears him returning from the bathroom, watching as he drops the bag down to the floor beside the suitcase. (more…)

“I want to thank “bridgeburner99 for her continued support. Thank you so much.

“I have had several responses that found my story too violent and unrealistic. My story is a dark fantasy. Fantasy is a creation of freely envisioned thought or invention; imaginative, grotesque or odd; a supposition based on no solid foundation—at least that is what my dictionary says. I love dark fantasy. It allows us to experience in our minds and in our writings the dark side of humanity without harming anyone. In addition, for those of you who enjoy the dominance and submission roles in real life, within the parameters of consenting adults—I congratulate you on living your life in a way that truly makes you happy.” (more…)

Alexander pulled up at the school. It was late, at least 8:00 PM. He had to work during the day so he was never able to come here during normal school hours. Actually, he had never even been inside. Just driven by it occasionally. But now he was here for a parent-teacher conference. His son’s teacher had been nice enough to schedule this conference for after working hours. He appreciated that. He knew she did not have to do that, and it was a great help for him. He had never met Ms. Toshak, but he had spoken with her on the phone. She had sounded like a nice enough person. Hell she had to be if she was willing to meet him late at night for something that he really should have been able to do during the day. (more…)

I got dressed as provocatively and with the sluttiest make-up that I could manage without looking like a transsexual, slipped on my heels and tottered my way to the interview. They had been so secretive, and I amused myself by twiddling with my cellphone and imagining things they would give me to do. I sat there in a small ante room while a man came and took some details, smiled and said he’d get back to me, and then politely ushered me out the door.

I was devastated, I didn’t know what to do. I thought I would impress them, but they barely gave me a second glance. I couldn’t go back home, I couldn’t bear thinking about the face I would lose if I turned up again within the week I had promised I would be in the note I left for my mother. I stood, hesitant, on the street, my long black dress billowing in the summer breeze. My luggage was all back at the hotel, I would have to at least pick it up there, but it had been quite expensive and with no job on the horizon seemed now too expensive. I decided I would have a look around the area I was in for a cheaper hotel. (more…)

*Ch. 3*

The next morning Janet awoke to the feel of Charles’ hand gently rubbing up and down the inside of her thighs. Instantly she felt overwhelmed with lust. Her pussy began to flood and she rolled on top of Charles and kissed him deeply while reaching for his hard member. Within thirty seconds she was helping him find her opening and they were making love with an intensity that surprised both of them. Afterwards as they lay holding each other and letting their breathing return to normal, Janet could hear one of the other couples also engaged in loving activity. But as she lay there she began to almost brood and by the time she and Charles got up and headed downstairs she was quiet and, if not sullen, at least hesitant and largely unnoticing of the rest of the world. (more…)