Partnership

It started out as erotic talk between the girl and I. She had invited me to her house and a few drinks later loose talk ensued. She talked of a desire to feel helpless in cramped dark places. Feeling closed in....vulnerable. I told her that I thought I could help her out. She was curious. "Let me show you", I said as I led her to her garage where she backed in when we arrived there. I kissed her deeply and my wandering hands paused to pull her car keys out of her pocket. I grabbed a coil of clothesline that was in the garage and opened her car trunk. I said, "If I give you your fantasy, then you let me have mine when I let you out". I pulled her arms behind her back and started to tie her up. I was thinking if she pulled away I would not force the issue....just chuck it off with a laugh. But she didn't object....just some soft words of second thought. "Get in the trunk", I said. Alas...she didn't budge. Her hands secured behind her now. I took a chance and lifted her off her feet and placed her inside. "What will you do to me?", she whispered. "Everything", I said.

I pulled her ankles together and began to wrap coils of the clothesline around them. She began to fight me a bit. "Look; just tell me to stop and this ends right now. No hard feelings." I continued, "Hesitate for just a moment more and I'll assume that if you fight me that it is part of your fantasy". Her ankles now bound, twisting in her bonds to look at my face. "What will you do to me?", she again asked. Again I was honest...."Everything".

My hand was on her thigh...softly running higher. She was so cute when she tested my ropework, trying so hard to do it without letting me know. "In a way I can hardly say no", she purred. I wasn't sure that was giving me the ok, but that's the way I decided to take it. She was quite upset and put up quite a fight when I stuffed the rag in her mouth and gagged her. I then roped her ankles to her wrists just taunt enough to keep her from kicking the side of the car. To hell with willpower as I felt up her body pretty good before I closed the trunk. One hand found it's way under her skirt. It appeared by the condition I found her panties that despite some inaudible moans of protest, that I was doing well in fulfilling her wishes. My turn would come soon.

Workout Girls

Your friend Simon here has been known to be seen in a gym or two. My droogies, it you are at the right gyms at the right time you can see some beautiful sights. Girls with painted on clothing with spectacular bodies....sweaty and working hard to make them even more spectacular.

Of course I look. I try not to be obvious, but I look. Those bodies are being molded to be looked at...treasured...studied. I will not let these ladies down.

They are perfect bodies looking for perfect men to give them perfect sex. But while that rock hard ass of yours is looking babe, I'm looking too. Don't get too frustrated if your endeavour is not quite met. Perhaps a few more minutes on the stairmaster will do. I'll be behind you every step of the way.

Mailman

No time for a story with dialogue today. Nevertheless, the fantasy today is centered on a curious mailman. A curious female mailman. One who had delivered mail to the same houses for quite some time. Attractive, but lonely. Hardly an old maid, but still searching for something she has yet to find. She realizes she is delivering porn quite regularily to the grey house, second from corner. First repulsed, slowly her curiosity rises. She identifies his fetish after time as that of bondage from what little clues the mostly hidden packaging revealed. She soon became close to obsessed as to the mail he was getting. Opening up covers on magazines and masking her curiosity the best she can by making it look like nomal transit wear.
She has never seen him. Until the day he opened his front door and surprised him. Upfront, no smalltalk, he tells her that if she wants to satisfy all curiosity and give up mail peeking that she should come inside for awhile. Mortified she says she had to deliver what mail she had left for the day and will think about it.

She finishes her route. She begins to think more clearly. Clearly enough to tell a friend where she will be at and to investigate if she does not telephone every two hours.

She returns. Her answers fulfilled.

Stripper Question

I have a question for anyone willing to give an opinion. An acquaintance of mine, not a friend, has a wife who works as a stripper. I've seen her. She is damn stunning. She has seen me where she would probably know who I am if she saw me at her workplace. The question is, is it ok for me to want to go see her work? Is there anything wrong with that?

Schoolgirl fetish? "bonus"

What we have here is the lovely Rachel Liegh Cook in a movie called "11:14". It's an ensemble movie so she isn't in the movie for too many minutes. As a matter of fact, this is the only outfit she appears in. I kind of like the big heeled boots. The actress is deperately searching for some kind of career destined to go nowhere. However she is quite cute and stunning playing a slut in plaid skirt. She can keep making movies that nobody ever hears of as long as she wants in my book. I'll keep finding them. Especially if she wears skirts like this. Rent the movie. She plays an awesome slut. Wonder how far of a stretch it was for her. She had three boyfriends in this movie. Hey Rachel...if you need a fourth, just send me an email and you can take advantage of me anytime you want. Just put on that plaid skirt first baby.

Schoolgirl fetish?

My question for the panel today is this. Can I like women in plaid skirts without being thought of as a schoolgirl predator? The right girl in a plaid skirt is such a heavenly sight. However, can I have that thought without someone thinking I am a volunteer crossing guard with ulterior motives? Oh god...right now thinking of Sasha Cohen in one of these skirts. Somebody just shoot me.

Sasha Cohen

Some people giggle when the talk of figure skating. They giggle because it's stereotyped that it seems to attract a bit of a gay audience. Well my droogies I admit that I will pause and watch figure skating from time to time. Not because I am gay, but because I love the sight of a woman's well built and tended ass. Shapely and rock hard gets me rock hard.

Keying lately on the graceful Sasha Cohen. I really know nothing about figure skating other than the skater's figures. So I admit doing the research to make sure I wasn't about to post in my blog my lust for a 15 year old girl. Amazed to find she is 21 years old. Because her body looks like it may be still developing if you know what I mean. Underage predator definately not my thing, but cute and petite...certainly is. I saw on television tonight where Sasha wants to get into show business someday. After she falls on that perfect little ass of hers tonight that may be a good option. But Sasha, I beg you, before you fall to the pressures of doing something about those grade school titties of yours give me a call. You don't need to change a thing for me baby. I'll make you feel like the perfect little hottie you are.

Dreams and Nightmares

One might think about what the true Simon Kade is like. What makes him really tick. What goes through his mind. I'll try to describe him. I think it is a combination of dreams and nightmares. A dream will start out with a dose of reality. Something that is real. For example, yesterday I saw a beautiful girl walking away from me. She wore tight jeans. As she was walking away from me her hands were clasped behind her back. Of course to my mind it was suggestive of her hands being bound behind her. She didn't do it on purpose. She wasn't teasing me. She didn't even know I was watching. It was natural.

It was also natural in that my mind's fantasies at that point leaned toward the realistic side of the spectrum. That is to say realistic in that I imagine meeting this girl and us getting to know each other. Knowing each other to the point of having the priviledge of eroticly seeing if my beauty has hidden submissive desires. The priviledge of seeing her firsthand in front of me with her hands bound behind her.

But then the darkside emerges. The human mind is not that patient. The nightmares start. Dark thoughts. The horror of it all is held in check by allowing my mind to think that my fantasy beauty welcomes such an upcoming adventure. The nightmare is the thought of me taking what I have no patience to take properly.

The darkside takes over and I want to see her at my side now. Chloroform. Quick...with precision...perfect. And she's gone where nobody will find her. I want her to wake up on my bed. Hands and ankles bound. Wearing nothing but her underclothing. I want her groggy and starting to awake as she watches a man, me, naked and gagging her for the first time. I think in my fantasy she would be someone I know. Someone who maybe had rejected in an attempt to go about seeing this vision in a right and proper manner. Her ropes hold her well. She is hogtied in just enough of a manner where she will not be able to get off that bed. She squirms and squeels as I cut off her bra. I suggestively lay the knife on her tummy, so she stills as I untie her ankles and start pulling her panties down her legs. That is the first time I intrude. Quickly...with no hesitation.

I ungag her. My, deranged mind thinking she will tell me something to the effect of her asking me if she has satisfied her master. Yep...farfetched. Instead I hear a loud set of obscenities and devout promises of how much prison time awaits me. Words that are quite spoiling the mood. So I stuff he panties into her mouth. Her head shakes violently as I use the torn cloth to yank her attire deep into her mouth. A merciless knot lodges them deep into her mouth. She is well silent and fighting for all its worth as I tie her legs down to each bedpost. It's not long before I crawl between her shapely legs and have a second helping.


Her body lays still. Admittingly my second release took a bit longer to achieve than the first one. Her strategy leans toward being a bit more cooperative as I tie her arms over her head. I'm content. But my mission now will be to make it my mission in life to make sure that you cum to my side of the fence. I'll do everything in my power to induce that orgasm that your sassy mouth so desperately needs. First you object, but then your body betrays your struggles. Embracing the toys probing you...searching for just the right spot. I smile with delight when we finally get to the point where I know your body is shuddering in delight and not fear.

I ungag you again. This time your attitude is quite different. Telling me that the adventure I promised was everything you wanted and then some. Everything just to your satisfaction.

Yes, it is what she requested. Nothing here is real...remember? Dreams and nightmares...nightmares and dreams. Which is which is our own perception.

Girlie Pic Fetish

I like pics of non-nude women. Preferably over the age of 18. However, if a girl wants to pretend she is 19 like the girl on the left. That's fine with me. It's easy to find pics of nudes on the internet. But what fascinates me is how a girl will pose for a photo to get herself some attention without exposing the whole package. That would be exactly like Miss Jeanstugger on our left here found on MySpace.com.

Parents should be concerned about whether their children are posting photos like this on the internet. Some of these girls are nice enough to give a very good idea to all looking as to where exactly they can be found. Don't worry about Simon Mom, stalking girls is not my idea of a good time. Simon is still quite sane. But I cannot speak for others looking at your daughter right now.

Definately if I was a parent I would search these kind of sites for photos like this of your loved ones. As a parent I'd rather see this photo first as opposed to seeing it on a milk carton.

Again....I am not to be feared. Nothing here is real. But if your daughter has someone take a provocative photo of her hot little body and then posts it on the internet for all to see...then I'm going to enjoy it. Like this photo. I'd like to tell you Mom that your daughter has very nice tits. I mean that as a compliment. Really. If you don't object too strongly I'd like a thong shot or two.

Discovered

Quite a fantastic couple of days I have had my droogies. If you know me you do know that I must tell. About to get out of work last night and one of my beautiful co-workers all but demands we go somewhere for a drink. Having, as you would imagine, little else to do...of course I agreed. Smalltalk and a few drinks and then she starts to talk of dark secrets. I kept thinking she was avoiding what she really wanted to say. I was very correct in that assumption. For her next question nearly slapped me across my face. She asked me if I was Simon Kade. Of course I studied her...trying to get to what she was after. She assured me that my fantasy outlet was a secret she would never divulge about the same time I admitted it was me. She still acted a bit shocked. Cannot say I blame her. Believe me faithful readers. To know me at work is to truly not believe it. Seems my little Sherlock Holmette had picked up something that had given my identity away.

So I continued to spew my guilt thinking at the same time of how difficult it would be to move to another city. Then I had to satisfy my curiosity. I asked her if she viewed the site as a curiosity or if she liked the material. I sounded very awkward. How could I not. But what I said next was not awkward at all and right on the money.

"Just what do you want"? , I asked. She looked at me and smiled. She then said, "I want you to take me to your house and photograph me as you do the women on the site....but keeping my face hidden if you can". "I guess this means you are a fan then", I mumbled. I then said that the last few minutes of conversation definately was due cause for a change of scenery. I drove her to my house.

We entered and she sat on the couch. "Drink"?, I asked. She quickly agreed. We sipped our rum and cokes and she spoke. "Your secret is safe with me...one condition...I want to be one of your blog entries".

I told her that my blogsite was all fantasy. That it was never actually me taking any photos. That nothing here is real. She said she realized that and that tonight it was to be for real. My heart was pounding very fast and I said that if she wanted it to be real that it would be my pleasure....but that if she was expecting anything that could result in me ending up in prison then it wasn't going to happen. That things would happen nice and slow. She said, "I like it nice and slow". Woah...nice and slow it would be then. I looked at her unwavering gaze and said, "agreed".

My attitude was definately starting to change. Rum and lust does wonders for one's courage. I got a camera from the other room and told my sweet blackmaler to arch her back, turn her head to the side and strike a pose. If scores of horny men on the internet was who she wished to entertain...then who was I to stop her. "Grab your shirt from the back and pull it taunt. Lets see those perky little points of yours". I focused the camera. "Arch your back sweetheart...more...perfect". I snapped the photo. We sat next to each other in front of my computer and she watched as I clouded up the area around her face a bit. "You absolutely do look hot in this photo...I did a good job if I say so myself. Love the way those hip hugging jeans are just crying to be pulled down your legs". She started kissing my neck. I grabbed her chin and kissed her on the lips deeply. She backed away and told me we were not done yet.

"You're right...why stop now?" The computer was in my bedroom and I decided to see just how far she would go. I said, "Ok then....take off all your clothes and lay on your stomach on the bed. Then cross your wrists behind your back and cross your ankles. If you want to play...then let us play". Without hesitation she started to slowly strip. Her eyes never left mine until she crawled on the bed and did what she was intructed. I tried to remain cool as far as how excited I was.

I was more than happy to mask my excitement by taking care of the task at hand. With rope I bound her wrists and ankles. When finished she started to squirm in the ropes. My hand was on her ass....getting my first legitamate feel. "Does that turn you on? The feeling of helplessness....the feeling of what comes next". I grabbed the camera. I took photos. I took lots of photos. Part of my intention was owning a way to make sure my secret was safe. In the end she just looked at me and said, "Just where does the story go now?.....Simon." I started to take my clothes off...as she had. Slow..not threatening. Naked, she looked up at me. "Are you going to fuck me now Simon?"

I started to unbind her ankles when she said, "Simon...what if I scream?" I paused and just figured my guest should have the it her way. I quickly grabbed a the soft belt from a robe in my closet and tied a knot in the middle of it. I straddled her back and pulled it into her mouth. I whispered in her ear, you're right. One cannot be too careful". I pulled it back until it settled effectively in place and tied it tight behind her neck. I then untied her ankles and her body heaved as I plunged into her tight little box. She squirmed and moaned in her gag like she was a victim. Maybe she had a change of heart. No way to tell at that point. In my mind she wanted to play the helpless damsel and was my intention to not let her down.

Afterwords she sat with me by the computer in the aforementioned robe and watched me write about our evening. She asked what comes next. "The moring", I replied. I took her arms and cuffed them in front of her. I dragged her to the bed and told her the I'd like to write another story.

Jewelry

Etiquette says that Valentines Day approaches and men should be thinking in terms of nice jewelry for their ladies. Have to tell you...Jewelry stores crack me up. When you see them at the mall there is usually one or two drop dead gorgeous women just standing around doing nothing and some middle aged man doing all the work of selling the jewelry.


These are the kind of women who are doing the only thing they know how to do. That is....stand around looking good and doing nothing. Probably the only thing these kind of women could ever do. I don't mind. Nice to look at. Just like the jewelry. Doesn't mean I want anything to do with either of them. With the possible exception of peeling those skin tight knit pants down their legs. Would even promise to do it in such a way as to not mess with the makeup or nails. Diamonds may be a girl's best friend....but around me you better just be satisfied with the wood.

...looks like a happy camper.

Clear Tape Gags

Somebody out there in another forum had requested leads on women gagged with clear/see thru tape in mainstream tv or movies. I suggested Alicia Silverstone in the movie "Excess Baggage" and thought I'd share. Valentines day is right around the corner and if anyone wishes to give me Alicia cuffed and gagged in the trunk of my car as a gift they would win my heart for life.

Initiation

I'll always remember the night me and my best friend Sarah went out with girls from the sorority I was trying to get into. Sarah was a year older than I was and already in the sorority. She invited me out to a club with her and some other girls from her house. We met this incredibly handsome guy. As the evening grew into early morning I vaguely noticed the other girls had moved on and it was just Sarah and I with this stud.

He invited us to his house when the bartender declared last call. Sarah jumped at the chance. I had been all over him all evening and it took very little persuasion from Sarah to get me to agree to extending the party to this guy's house. Sarah said she would be there to look out for me, but he was all mine. Seemed like an offer I could not refuse. She was already dragging me along to his car when I said, "sure".

Once there he gave us a couple of drinks. I think maybe I was aware that the drinks were drugged. Or at least I should have realized that fact when he handcuffed both of us. I thought it was funny...crap...whatever it was that he fed me had me wasted. I think I thought it was all funny until I saw him gag Sarah. I don't remember fighting too much when he gagged me. I think I was in a state of shock at that point.

I definately remember the horror of watching Sarah squirm and fight the cuffs when he bound our ankles and began cutting off our clothes. He tossed us both on the bed and his hand started stroking both of our inner thighs...softly running along our asses....
I was so scared, but I remember feeling so alive because of how scared I was. He kept touching both of us. Sarah fighting up a storm. He kept saying out loud how he couldn't quite decide which one of us was to be first. My heart dropped to my knees when he said, "YOU" very loudly and I felt both of his hands grabbing the sides of my thong and starting to pull downward.

Suddenly he stopped and stepped back and started laughing. A door down the hall opened and I heard people spilling out. It was all the girls of the sorority. They untied and ungagged us. Sarah was now laughing...they ALL were laughing. I was then told I had lived through the initiation and was now officially a member.

An hour later and now clad in a fresh set of clothes I figured the man who was the host of the party was the boyfriend of one of the girls but saw no indication of such. I was only then starting to relax enough to enjoy myself. I admit on the inside I was still quite upset. I think now, deep inside, I was unbelievably upset that this handsome prankster had not finished his deed. My panties were soaked to the point where I was very thankful that the shorts I was given to cover up were a dark colour. I wonder how many other of the girls in that room had gone through this.

I left with my "protector" Sarah and she kind of threw me a smile. I did her also. All forgiven. Payback due no doubt, but all forgiven. We were about a block away and I remember the sunrise when Sarah gave me them. She pressed a pair of handcuffs into my hand. I was shocked...and laughed. Then she said what I could not deny, "I was right there. You may not remember, but your body was not shaking with fear...was it?" I admitted my mixed feelings. She again pressed the cuffs into my hand and said, "bring these back to him tomorrow night". She continued, "He'll finish what he started...and finish it well I might add". It was then that I knew that someday I would be pressing these same cuffs into someone else's hand.

Together

It's Tuesday night and we're back from the clubs and she knows what the routine is for our night. As usual I've spent the better half of the night telling her what is to be done with her this evening. She knows what is expected.

She takes her clothes off in front of me. Her eyes not escaping mine. Without hesitation she crawls atop the bed nude and crosses her wrists behind her back. I tie them securely with a long black scarf. I do the same with her ankles.

I kiss her deeply and then push the ball into her mouth. Securing the ball deep within her. She is well silenced. I bring some ice and clamps to her side. She she moans and twists slightly aware of how the evening is going to start. The first cube touching it's mark. Her nipples standing at attention...and ready. She bucks and twists a bit as I begin teasing her most intimate spots.


She is quite obedient as pulling a chain connected to one's nipples usually makes one quite cooperative. Tonight being no exception. I pull her on to her belly...a pillow first placed where her belly lands. Still bound. Her fine ass sticking up in the air. I unbind her ankles and she greedily accepts me. Both our soaked and spent bodies laying next to one another. I pull her close. Her back is to me. She moans as I fondle her breasts and kiss and nibble on the back of her neck. She feels my manhood, warm against one of her ass cheeks start to grow hard again. Her bound hands reaching back and playing with me. I must have her again.

The Business Skirt

Ode to the girl dressed in clingy officewear. Question: Is there a sexier way a woman can dress and still project modesty?

I think we can all agree that if hard work can't get you places then dressing for success is the next best thing.

....back and badder than ever.

Into the Blue - DVD review

Miss Alba's motivation for this scene was thinking of that silly ass script. Now I understand that a PG-13 movie usually restricts bad guys look like Inspector Clouseou...but this one takes stupidity to a new level. Imagine wasting a handcuffing opportunity by snapping one end on Miss Alba's wrist and the other end on the wrist of a dead guy.

Granted, a nice duct tape gag. But she sits there like she's waiting to get her driver's license renewed. A wasted opportunity with an actress that fills up the screen so nicely...if you know what I mean.

Car Ride

Met her in a chat room I did. We shared many a fantasy. Through the next four months she had sent me enough pictures of herself for me to be convinced that she was the girl in the photos. We agreed to meet. I suggested a bar. Knowing each other lived in the same city sparked our courage. At least courage on her part. I knew it was she who would end up showing the most courage if she went through with a desire to experience some of the things we talked about on the computer.

So at the bar to my smile she did show up. Only fashionably late. I would have enjoyed that drink I had alone anyways, but admit almost leaping for joy when she approached me. I had doubted her claim that she was 22 and was more than happy to let the bartender look at her ID to convince me of that also. She was beautiful. Dressed in tight jeans. She boasted an ass that turned men's heads and it proved to be fact. Looking at her from the front was not unpleasureable by any stretch. Dark hair. Perky yet not overburdening breasts. In other words...jackpot.

We drank for quite awhile and teased each other. She began asking details of some of the things we talked about. We talked of some of some groundrules. I agreed. Of course I agreed. I wouldn't truly hurt her. Not in my nature. But she had to reassure herself. I can't say I blamed her.


So as some of our online play started, we headed out to my car. She knew what was to come, yet her expression was still priceless when I opened a duffle bag full of rope, tape, cuffs and such. She was quiet...too quiet. "We don't have to do this...still time to back out". She mumbled something to the effect of life being too short. That was true. With another man I'm sure her life would have been very short. I used calculated reasoning to calm her and stir her lust. "If this was destined to be the last adventure you ever had, the kind of man you'd be with would certainly be restraining you by now instead of making small talk".

She agreed and I turned her back to me. I kissed her neck and as unagressively as possible pulled her arms behind her back. I whispered in her ear, "your adventure has begun", and snapped the cuff on her wrist. I said, "last chance....I'll consider any resistance from this point on as roleplay". I told her to speak. To speak aloud, "say..abduct me please". I had the blue ballgag in my left hand waiting for her reply. A thought came through my mind of questioning my ability to stop if her reply was to do so. I wondered if she felt my tension as she slowly said, "....abduct me please". Yes...she began to fight with what I'm sure was genuine fear when I pulled that ball between her teeth. But our game was not to be stifled now.