Shannon's story

Shannon was smitten with her father's good friend who lived down the street. When she was 16 years old she was over at his house with her dad when in the man's bathroom she found the bondage magazine hidden behind his toilet. She put it back....but her fantasies and desires were with her to stay.

When Shannon was 17, she found enough nerve to go to the man's house and flirt. She confronted him on her find in the bathroom. He admitted his fetish. She expressed the need to experiment. He expressed the need for her to come back when she was 18. Dark thoughts this man had...but not from inside a cell his policy.

So now a long two years has past and they arrange to spend some time together. Shannon's father thinks she is going to Florida for spring break week. Dad's friend knows otherwise.

Shannon reads a "contract" of the terms of her week's stay with her obsession. She agrees....

Taken to a hidden room in the basement she is bound. She has signed a one week contract to be his plaything....does she regret it?

This story will be continued.

Christmas Wishes

Gyms closed on Christmas...
so time enough to wish all a great holiday.

Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except a girl at her computer...clicking her mouse.
Her stockings were hung in the bathroom with care
The intruder grabbed them with little time to spare


Trisha now nestled all snug in her bed
With visions of teasing men online still dancing in her head
She resting clad only in panties and a bra with a snap
The intruder applied the chloroform; soon a long winter's nap


Now on the bed there was such a clatter
The man bound her with her stockings time now did not matter
She was now bound then gagged in a flash
He looked down at his prize...now so well lashed

The moonglow on the face of his fair blonde well tied
Gave proof that the photos in her profile was not a bad lie
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear
His petite little toy now awakening and squirming in fear

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all his desires, then tightened her bonds with a jerk
And laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving her a nod..."Yes, my dear. With me you shall go".

He loaded her in his sleigh, to his relief gave a whistle
And away they all drove like the down of a thistle
But he was heard to exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Fool with dark men online and this may be your plight".

Merry Christmas
from
Simon & Mika

Stepdaughter's bill paid

My friend Mika, the darker of the two of us, is sitting next to me by the computer and starts to spin out this fantasy revolving around a stepdaughter. Mika says suppose a man married with a hot stepdaughter suddenly becomes single again due to the tragic death of his wife.

Mika gives more background: Five years a wonderful marriage. The only blemish being his wife had a spoiled temptress of a daughter. Five years this man has been around this parasite of a stepdaughter. He did well for a living and she made sure she spent as much of it as she could. The girl could not ever be disciplined....something her mother insisted on being responsible for...and failed miserably at it. The years went by and now 19 and the mischief kept getting worse. Upon her mother chalking up a spending binge with her friends in Vegas with credit cards lifted from his wallet as "a simple error in judgement", he gave up thinking he had any control of what was going on in his house.

The only thing that made it bearable, was seeing the daughter blossom. She knew it too. She liked to walk around the house often in panties and quite often in thin t shirts without a bra. Nipples pounding to get out. He thought he was able to catch a look or two without her noticing...but she knew. When she made his life hell enough, she began to fancy being able to seduce him to break up his marriage. When she found cause to be close to him one day when they were in the house, he said to her, "I would never give you the satisfaction of breaking up my marriage." She was not accustomed to men turning her down...and got even by getting in her Mom's head by saying that several pairs of her panties had disappeared over the last few months. He dreamed of payback. That day was fastly approaching.


Now quite a few days had passed since the funeral, and the days of unexpected visitors to wish their good wishes had dwindled. The stepdaughter, enters the house. She handling the grief of losing her mother by taking her Mom's credit card to the mall and carrying in so many bags that she could hardly carry them inside. A look of disgust from the man, she says, "Mom's will should be able to cover this with no problem". She goes to her bedroom and locks the door. A lot of tension in the house these days. She is has some doubts as to whether her stepdad has the guts to kick her out of the house. That should have been the least of her worries. Her sucker stepdad knocks on her locked bedroom door and tries to think of something to say to get this spoiled brat to open the door. "You dropped one of your packages", he says. The door opens and he barges in.


She gets what she has been asking deserving of for years. He slaps her so hard she sails across the room and hits her head on the wall. Dizzy and in shock she is conscious, but in no shape to keep him from tying her up. Course rope tightly around her wrists and ankles....slowly completely aware of what is happening to her as he makes a comment about making THIS pair of panties disappear and he stuffs them deep into her mouth. He lashes them in place with a strip of cloth.

He yanks her bound body off the floor and tosses her on the bed. A sharp knife cuts away her clothes. He tells her it's time to pay some of her bills as he lifts her ass into the air and grabs her hair...pulling her hair back. He takes her viciously over and over. Hours later telling her what the plan is. "You've made threats to your mother several times about running away whenever I've objected to any of your bullshit." He snarled, "this time you ARE running away...for good". "But I think we can have fun for three or four days before I have to bury your fine ass in some cornfield".

I look at Mika just shaking my head. He twitches his nose at me..."yeah right", he says.

Some people watch Christmas shows and get
get Christmas spirit...I watch them and wonder
just what the Bumble wanted to do with Clarice.

Business Partner

Known to most as such a prim and proper woman. She comes to me to escape. She needs the escape. The bliss to spend time as what she isn't. Known to most as the woman in charge. The female that beat the system. The woman who has climbed up the company ladder. Extremely satisfying to her in all but one way. I take care of that one way. It's our secret. She lives her dreams in the business world. But she has to come to me to live her passions.

Known to most as dressed in conservative businesslike attire. She arrives at my house in low rise skin tight jeans. A tight sweater much too small for her build...exposing her belly and showing off her ample breasts.

She knows the rules of the house. The rules are that there is only one rule. That rule is that whatever commences is our secret. In my house her ass belongs to me. Outside the house, my word belongs to her. Outside of my house she wants nothing to do with a commoner like myself. Fair enough.

I grab her slutty sweater and pull her close to me. The sweater tears slightly, but she does not flinch. I kiss her deeply and tell her to take off her jeans, go into the bedroom and prepare to be tied.

On the bed she mocks me. Perhaps in the same tone she mocks men on the company ladder below her to motivate them. She asks me, like she does every month when we meet, if I am man enough to have a woman like her. I gag her and start to pull down her panties. Her excited body shifts to best accommodate the upcoming response to her question.


Hours later we embrace one last tiime. She thanks me in the same manner that she must thank business partners. But alas...that is only what we are. Two people every month looking to take care of our business. Then to be on our way.

Motivated

This morning's cup of coffee is raised in salute to Britney Spears, who understands that no matter how little talent she used to have or no matter how lazy and uninteresting she has become....that men will always be interested in her number one hit. Rock on.