Damsels and the Deranged

The End

2007-05-29T19:43:00.001-04:00

After some debate I have decided to discontinue updating this blog. Simon has somewhat evolved. I should clarify and say that changes in my personal life has encouraged me to spend much more time dealing with my dreams and desires in the real world. Consensual and safe....as always. I'll keep the blog up for those who enjoy some of the links.

Shortly what was Simon Kade will no longer be. But don't be sad. To me it's kind of like a funeral for a person who lived a good life that everyone liked. Whereas the funeral opts on it's own to be more of a celebration for what was as opposed to what has been lost.

All is quite well. Thanks to all and godspeed.

2007-05-21T20:02:00.001-04:00

It's never over.

Reunion

2007-05-19T07:56:00.001-04:00

It had been 15 years since I had seen this woman. The last time was an embarrassing evening where in the course of lovemaking I introduced my kinky side. Having done that, she "freaked out". I, of course, untied her swiftly as it was much more important to me that I not later find myself at the police station as opposed to getting off. I had no problem explaining poor high school grades to my parents. However, explaining why a girl was bound in my bedroom while they were away for the weekend would have been much more difficult. Once unbound she left quietly amid my pathetic apologies. We did not see each other since then.

So now in the present. Fifteen years since that night it was quite a surprise to me to find myself in this woman's house. This time it was her husband that left us unattended. I had bumped into her at a shopping mall and a few phone calls landed me the invitation. I admit she was the one that kind of pushed it as though much time had passed, I was still numb from the last time we were alone together.

After a few drinks the subject of our last date came up. I told her that I was still sorry I made her so scared. What she said shocked me. She said, "Did it ever occur to you that the reason I was so upset was that you were not man enough to finish what you started"? I looked at her and told her I was not as patient to teasing as I was as a teenager. I told her that we could have a few more drinks and rehash high school days or she could find the binding material of her choice and bring it and her wrists to me.

She made it easy for me to be bold. She had kept her figure in great shape. In fact her legs looked even more stunning in the black skirt she was wearing than what I ever recall of her in her cheer leading uniform. The rest of her charms were left to my imagination as far as how well they were preserved. A trip through time I had every intention of exploring if given a window.

So she smiled and wandered off. I could not help but think that maybe this was payback for terrifying her so much all that time ago. I pictured more likely a man the size of a house would return with a baseball bat than what I saw. She entered the room with what appeared to be the long cloth belt from a robe. The excitement jolted away my fears and inspired by her challenge to me to be more agressive, I quickly pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together quite unforgivingly. I was, in fact, challenging her resolve by making sure my binding was inescapable.

I pulled her towards the bedroom by her upper arm telling her that further action will work better there. This was going to be her last chance to reconsider her request to amend the past as I told her that if I was to do this right I would have to assure that she be only seen and not heard. I pulled open a dresser drawer and pulled out what was pair of white hose. I gave her ample time to expose her intention of all to be a charade....but then gagged her effectively.

She whimpered slightly as I tossed her on the bed and tied her ankles with the best the apparel in her dresser had to offer. She layed there seemingly quite content yet I suppose it was human nature of her to pull at her bindings to test my work. Yes...she started to twist and squirm franticly on the bed just the same way she did all those years ago. The only difference was this time I smiled and began to take my clothes off.

I stood above her with a rock hard erection and began to untie her ankles. She squealed and shot me a glance that kind of said, "I can't believe this is happening". Fortunately, for my state of mind that was about the only sign of resistance and second thoughts that her body language gave me.

I reached under her skirt and her panties were drenched. "Mmmm", I purred to her. I used a pair of scissors from a desk in the room to begin to shed her of her clothes. I then leaned over the bed, grabbed her legs and pulled her close to me. I spoke in a loud whisper, "Baby...it's time to change history".

Today's history lesson
by: Simon Kade
Encyclopedia for the mind.

2007-05-13T21:46:00.000-04:00

...just in a photoshop kind of mood tonight.

The Briefcase

2007-05-05T09:21:00.000-04:00

You've met a man. The kind of man you have always fantasized about. A married woman you are. Never been unfaithful...but he made you so weak. He was so hypnotic; made you think everything was your idea. You knew there was a sense of danger about him. That's what drew you to him. You're married to a good man....a caring man...a good provider. But something has always been lacking.

You have been with this man for some time. Trust him. Knew he had "kinky" thoughts. But you were not quite prepared for what you found in the briefcase under his bed.

He is smooth...tells you to pick out for yourself what you would like to experiment with. Intrigued...and yes...arroused you pick some toys.

Now chained on his bed. Realizing that nobody knows where you are. Suddenly so aware of how vulnerable you are....yet so under his spell. Wanting more. Alas....he is the one choosing gadgets from the briefcase now.

Substitute

2007-05-02T21:58:00.000-04:00

I had this thought of a girl having a girlfriend who looked very much like her. Now this girl told her girlfriend everything. She told her of a "relationship" she had developed with a man on the internet. That she had made arrangements to meet him...but was backing out.

Well she told her girlfriend almost everything. She did not tell her that during their encounter they were going to roleplay a kidnapping fantasy. So intrigued was her girlfriend of this man that she decided to go in her place. Of course she thought she was meeting Romeo....not a man with dark fantasies desperate to share them with a girl who desired the same.

So he picked her up at the bus station. One minute talking of the wonderful dinner he had planned at his house...the next dragging her to the back of his van. Quickly silenced, the irony of his marvel at how well she play acted of not knowing this was going to happen.

So as rehearsed so many times online she was brought to a secluded area and.....the play continued and ended as scribed with the right girl still at home...currently trying to find "Romeo" online to apologize for not arriving as scheduled.

Is that really you?

Mind Games

2007-04-29T20:01:00.000-04:00

Sometimes the stories in my mind are hazy. Not clear....I see a basic idea; but it does not completely come together. Today in my mind I see the kind of girl who can have any man she wants. Beautiful, intelligent and money not an issue. But ability to have most any man she chooses is not good enough for her. Gentlemen bore her. She desires a dash of danger with her romance.

So she arranges to meet a man who promises her a dash of danger and more. Perhaps it was the gag that made her fully realize that she was no longer going to be able to direct the proceedings as she was accustomed to with her male companions.

So he strips her, bends her over the couch and begins to whip her behind. She struggles and squirms....and soon tires and lays still.....more danger than she can handle. He then takes her. Takes her hard. Takes care of his business. She is terrified...yet in awe. Finally a man has managed to tame her. Yes, but against her wishes. But she ponders...is that really the case?

She lays still on the couch watching him. She is bound soundly and silenced well. She moans as he rolls her to her back. He boasts of taking care of her needs now. She thinks he already has. But it appears this evening has only just begun.

dreams of terror

2007-04-25T17:49:00.000-04:00

I had this strange dream the other night. It seemed so real. I'd like to talk about it. Ok....maybe not.

Fortunate Ones

2007-04-15T20:02:00.000-04:00

I was wondering today....

if the lurkers of this blog who are under 25 years old....

....realize how lucky they are to be children with the internet and to not have had to spend time looking for magazines like these in supermarkets to satisfy their curiosities. (though some of these covers were classics)

Today the internet has allowed us to feel like ones with our cravings are part of a community. Before the internet, often your only other option was to feel like an outcast. That being said....greetings to all.

The Island

2007-04-06T10:17:00.000-04:00

He had always thought that things like this happened to people in movies. But here he was...on a deserted island with two other survivors. They had been on a small cruise yacht that happened upon a storm. He thought the captain was joking when he declared all men for themselves. Last thing he remembered was seas so high he couldn't see the sky and holding on to the edge of the small life raft with the two girls aboard knowing his life was over if he didn't.

He awakened on a beach with the two girls. The first thing they think is that rescue could not be far behind. Of course there was no rescue....what kind of story would that be?

So....as the weeks, then months went by, thoughts of rescue drifted by and thoughts of living as normal as possible crept in. Normal being sex. He was a well muscled man, but the gods did not bless him with good looks. Quite ghastly as a matter of fact. So trying to get closer to one of the girls did not go very well. The girls depended on him for food and survival...nothing else. The girls now being brutal and insulting in being clear that he would never be in any of their shelters over night.

The isolation and his needs soon drove him mad. He spent quite a bit of his time "hunting" building a makeshift cell on the other side of the island.

Undercover of the night he kidnapped the shorter and presumably weakest girl and took her to his lair on the other side of the island. He locked her in the cell and kept her tied and gagged. He felt it too risky to not be in camp when her friend noticed her missing.

So the irony was deafening the next day when he consoled the girl still in camp and said he would search the island for the missing girl. Yes, he found her. Found her still bound and gagged and spent the majority of the day making up for lost time.

He had kind of hoped that the girl remaining in camp would grow to want him intimately without anyone else around. Her friend's disappearance was explained as being taken by animals on the island. He had never so much as seen anything other than a bird on the island...but it had always suited him fine to make the girls think otherwise.

Needless to say, she wanted nothing to do with him and it became clear that it would be more convenient for him if they became room mates again. Not to mention the fact that if anyone ever did discover them on the island....it would probably be best if he be the only one found.

So upon his decision he bound and gagged the shocked girl. She had always suspected foul play, yet was horrified to find it true and not just a bad dream. Led through the jungle she was....a rope around her neck being assured she would be dragged if not cooperative.

The girls reunited in their new camp. The camp rules were now quite different.

Vanity

2007-03-30T10:13:00.000-04:00

I was thinking the other day about "Vanity". I was thinking about the kind of girl we all know in our lives who obsesses on her looks...her tan...her clothes. To her being attractive is not only for self esteem; it's a competition.

I had this fantasy of a woman like that on an overseas trip with a bus load of other attractive female students. They are kidnapped and prepared for the study of men who would pay plenty for them.

She is gagged, bound and stripped in a room with all the other girls. All displayed like dresses in department store windows for the prospective buyers now present.

What catches my imagination is this being the kind of girl who when faced with unspeakable peril can still only think of whether she is the most attractive girl in the room. Her vanity being the last possession she has left from the world she once knew.

The monster she created - part 2

2007-03-22T23:54:00.000-04:00

The silence in the room was broken by the first crack of the whip against her ass. She squeeled into her gag and twisted on the balls of her feet as the crack of the whip became louder and louder. Her buns beat red, she hung by the chain exhausted...shivers running all through her body; feeling the cool air rushing past the welts on her behind.

She felt the presence of her boyfriend near her. He made sure she knew that he was as naked as she was. Six months ago she could not even imagine him giving her a playful spanking, now after whipping her into a frenzy of pleasure and pain his erect penis was busy roaming over the welts that now were on her ass.

Her body instinctively twisted to try to encourage her boyfriend's manhood to connect. A voice boomed, "NO!....put her on the bed and do it right". She was then lowered and pulled across the room to a mattress. On her belly and spread, she was tied down securely. Still blindfolded she felt the presence of both men on the bed. One stroking her cheek, the other now crawling between her legs. She twisted and moaned....not quite sure whose rod was now sliding up her well aroused prize.

Mercifully "the tutor" spoke, letting her know that he was not the one violating her. Her boyfriend started to ride her slowly as the tutor began to smack her ass with the palm of his hand randomly...all the while he lectured her on how disturbing her behaviour was that morning.

He then ungagged her and told her to tell her boyfriend that she now was aware of her error in judgment. Her body was fast approaching orgasm as she apologized the best she could muster under the circumstances. The tutor then reached under her and grabbed a nipple and he said coarsely, "the next time I hear of anything of this nature I'LL be the one doing the whipping and fucking...do you understand?"

She softly said, "yes...yes...yes..." and her body began to convulse in spasms. Her boyfriend then paused deep inside her and exploded; appearing to be quite satisfied that an understanding had been met between the both of them.

The monster she created

2007-03-21T21:23:00.000-04:00

Sitting next to my computer and Mika, my imaginary mouse friend, strolls up with a wide smile on his face. I smile back and say, "OK Mika....tell me a story".

Mika tells me of a girl who has moved in with a boyfriend she adores. They had been living together for a few months when she started giving him hints to a secret she had. That secret was her spanking fetish. She loved him nonetheless, but very much wished for him to please her in that special way.

So she caved in to the urge to tell her boyfriend her secret and he made a valiant effort to please her. First it was awkward to him, but recently his "performance" rose significantly. To her great bliss.

So it should have been no surprise to her that when they awoke one morning and he positioned her for sex that when she rejected him apologetically he told her that there would be punishment to be had. She smiled and explained that there was no way she could be late for work that day.

Yes, even she would admit that her body tingled all day at work at what would be awaiting her when she got home. However, she was not prepared when she got to her car and her boyfriend was hiding in the backseat. At first furious at being so startled by him....then scared as she was pulled into the backseat and bound hand and foot. When she loudly stated at how unamused she was, she was gagged...and then blindfolded.

After a bit of a drive she was dragged into a residence and brought into what appeared to a basement. With little delay her hands were cuffed in front of her and she was hoisted up into the air. She twisted and squirmed as he stripped her.

But all her struggles stopped suddenly and one could have heard a pin drop when another voice in the room instructed her boyfriend what whip to use. "Don't be shocked honey, this gentleman in the room has been instructing me the last few weeks". She began to pull at the rope that had pulled her to her tip toes violently. Her boyfriend began to speak again, "when I told my tutor about this morning's disobedience, he insisted on being involved.....

Stay tuned for part 2

Punished

2007-03-16T22:34:00.000-04:00

It was a quiet Saturday night. My girlfriend and I...gazing at each other. A mischievous look in her eyes. We had been seeing each other for several months and had started playing some games together. She had no idea of my interest in kinky play. Perhaps I had given myself away one evening in the car. I had pulled her tight sweater up and over her head and the sweater had tangled in her arms and rendered her a bit helpless to ward off my hands. I think I sensed that she enjoyed her dilemma and I know she sensed of my pleasure at her dilemma.

So after some teasing I suggested what fine harem girl she would be. It seemed a bit more discreet than telling her how nice she would look in chains. To my delight, she leaped on my comment asked for a chance to play what I meant.

I laughed and told her that if she thought that to be fun to take off her pants and kneel on the floor on the plush rug in the center of the room. My heart skipped a beat as she gazed into my eyes and started to strip as I requested. She knelt before me and I directed her. "Don't look at me...look down and await what your keeper commands of you".

I was behind her....and when she laughed at my demeanor I playfully slapped the side of an ass cheek that her skimpy panties afforded me. I made sure it stung a bit. I was sure she would stand up and curse at me, but instead she held her ground and silently looked down.

I then told her to put her wrists behind her back and to not dare move them. Then I hegan fondling her breasts, telling her what a fine slave girl she would make. She was quiet...her legs shifted a bit. I was both surprised and quite arroused to know with certainty that she found it exciting to have her body handled as a man's possession as opposed to an object of desire.

I then began tearing off her clothes. Telling her that for my slave to be clothed she needs to earn that right. Her top in tatters and her panties at her ankles she broke from her cooperative daze and started to voice her objection to tattering her attire.

She seemed to accept her mistake as I started to bind her wrists in front of her. I tied them up and over her head and hoisted her so her fine ass was raised in the air. I started to spank her telling her that there is punishment for defying what her captor wishes. She squeeled and twisted in the rope...and her words shook me as she commented that I should spank her more intensely if she was to properly learn her lesson. It appeared that the object of my discipline had quite a few hidden desires that we were going to discover this evening.

Her ass cheeks bright red from the beating she slumped to the floor as I released her arms. She layed on the plush rug and she gave no resistance as I pulled her arms behind her and bound them. I also crossed her ankles and pulled her to her knees. Then I started to grasp her breasts and manhandle her nipples as I said, "shall we try this again"? "Yes master", she managed to purr.

Drive

2007-03-11T23:28:00.000-04:00

And so it was to be that the thieves entered the home hoping to steal the diamonds that were rumored to grace the manor.

No diamonds were found; but they made their getaway with what could be the a jewel worth a thousand diamonds. Angered were these late night fiends. They were not about to leave empty handed.

Want to go for a ride?

Too tired to play

2007-03-04T21:29:00.000-05:00

You've grown to enjoy our games. Enough where there is a knock on my door and there you are. A giddy smile and in no time on the bed wearing no more than a t shirt of mine. I tie you well....tighter than usual. Well trussed for the evening as you will find out shortly.

It has been a very long day for me...and you DID drop by unexpectantly. So don't act so frazzled that I intend to keep you tied until I am good and ready to taste my candy. What is in the cards for me right now is some sleep....and what is in the cards for you is to wait patiently for me. Perhaps a good gagging should be in order while I sleep? I didn't think so. You just lay there quietly and be ready for me when I awaken. I nestle close to my frustrated captive and soon am in deep sleep.

I wake up several hours later. I see you near me; only the glow of the moonlite reflecting off your flesh. My rod is solid...almost always is it in the hour before dawn. You wake up to the sound of me ripping my t-shirt from your body. I roll you on your back and begin to stroke your breasts. I hear you softly moan...see you biting your lower lip. I begin to untie your ankles. Yes my lovely....it is time now.

Sightless

2007-02-24T13:05:00.000-05:00

Was thinking how the unknown excites us. How we can be so intimate in these instant message boxes, but at the same time not know exactly how each of us looks, what each of us are actually feeling. We are left to our own images of what is real and not real. But that is, after all, what we specialize in. Crafting that image in our mind to a statue of just what our fantasy sculpture should be. It is safe that way. Insulated by the walls around our dwelling and the miles of cables and cords that separates you from me. Insulated by the impenetrability of the guardians of our minds.

Ravenous appetites on what the perfect man is. What the perfect woman is. What the perfect love making session would be. Sight, smell, touch and hearing all unavailable...or tricked into feeling something is there when it isn't. It isn't real but it doesn't matter. It thrills you...it thrills me. We are not harming anyone. Are we?

But I have to wonder about some, and perhaps myself at times. I wonder if after years of suppressing our curiosity on a keyboard it would make us unable to enjoy these senses for real. The real touch of something confining your wrist. The real smell of a partner in heat. The real sound of devices of pleasure doing their task. Would it be too much to take?

Maybe that is what we hide from. Maybe that is why we keep typing. Maybe that is why I'll wake up tomorrow to type some more.

Your devoted,
Simon Kade

Undisclosed

2007-02-21T11:40:00.000-05:00

A dedication to the women who have perfected the art of taking such sexy photos of themselves...yet revealing nothing.

I fantasize of meeting you mystery girl. I think of having some fun that you and I would both enjoy....but pausing to take photos that will show the fans of our blogs everything we did....but nothing revealed.

Binding you...pausing to take a photo...camera on coffee table...let your lovely hair fall over your face...lovely. I know the bindings are tight my dear...but we want our readers to know our escapade was real.

Look to the right my dear....yes...like that....and shift your hips this way. Perfect....hold still. Nice....

I know baby....I'll be there soon. Look straight ahead now....good. Great shot. They'll love this. Ok...I'm putting the camera down now. The next moments are for just you and I.

I know it's uncomfortable my dear...but only my most special guests wear this. I know you thought we were done. Just one more photo. Let me put your hair over your face....great shot. Now let me put your hair in a ponytail. I know your hair won't hide you now. The photography is done...but not me. Because the gag will not hurt as much with your hair in a ponytail. I'll say when we are done....we have the whole night ahead of us. Open wide...good girl.

Simon Kade
Undisclosed.....

Generation tug of war

2007-02-17T10:37:00.000-05:00

Which starlet who never quite made it huge was/is hottest? Yesterday's Jennifer Jason Leigh or today's Christina Ricci?

I was having a fantasy about once child stars now kinky and twenty somethings and Miss Ricci came to mind. Then was I thinking of Jennifer Jason Leigh a few years past Fast Times at Ridgemont High and thought I would feel I like I was cheating on her. Who would you choose?

We Meet

2007-02-13T11:05:00.000-05:00

Finally we meet. Alone with you in your room. We are alone. You seem anxious. A gentleman I have been thus far. But you know better. I see a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek. You want to see the man you've talked to online...and on the phone. So wanting to meet THAT man....yet a bit frightened of when he will strike. Finally....the man in your house who promised to dominate you arrives. Finally.....he demands what he has come for.

The time for small talk over. "You're cuter than I ever imagined, but I didn't come here to talk about the weather....take off those jeans and get on the bed...right now". You hesitate and I grab you by the upper arm and tell you that I can deal with an internet phony if you let me know right now...that I will go...no hard feelings. But if you want a piece of what you've been begging me for that you better take off those jeans and do it right now.

You take off your jeans and crawls on to the bed. You see me take coils of rope out of a duffle bag....but stay still. "You will be tied now," I say and start to tie you to the bed. Your arms apart to bed legs....your ankles lashed together and held down.

I take a strip of cloth to your mouth. You tell me that it is not necessary to silence you. But I gag you anyways. Just like I always told you I would.

You begin to struggle on the bed....moaning in the gag. Perhaps you are a bit surprised at how well silenced you are, at how effectively you are held down. I approach you naked. You are eyeballing my huge cock. "Struggle all you wish my dear....we are far from the point of no return". I start to fondle your breasts through your top...starting to pinch your nipples. Squeeling into the gag.

I start greedily fondle you....no bra....such fine perky breasts....certainly no need for one. You fight me as I start to pull your panties down your curvy waist and luscious thighs. I flailing knee close to hitting me. I smack one of your ass cheeks hard...very hard. You always knew I wouldn't hurt you...but given the need that I would be capable of getting your attention. You twist...and I smack your ass again. Now still....a small teardrop rolling down your cheek. But now still...and indeed quite more obedient.

I begin to untie your ankles and tell you that I am going to fuck you now and tell you that the best you can through the gag to say, "please fuck me now master". I tell you to say it and say it now or that I'll tie your legs so far apart that you might split in half. You hesitate....and I pull a leg toward a bedpost. You start squeeling into the gag, "please fuck me...please fuck me now...master". Much better I quip. Your legs bend and take hold. Feeling me drawing near. Ohhh...yes...your pussy so ready for me. Nice and tight as you always said it would be. Your moaning, pinned body writhing the best it can to accommodate me.

Now teasing your spot mercilessly....your wrists pulling at the cords....your hands clenched into fists....so close. I slow my efforts momentarily and grab you by the hair and pull your head up. "Say please make me cum master", I demand...your mumbled gasps immediately pleading, "make me cum...please make me cum....I'm begging you...". I take care of my good pupil...and myself.

Now still and quite spent you hardly notice as I retie your ankles together...and now binding your wrists behind your back. I tease of the long night still ahead....and of taking you with me when I am done. The smile on my face widening as I feel that may be just fine with you.

(dedicated to: "the teacher")

No Escape

2007-02-11T21:03:00.000-05:00

Jesse's Girl

2007-02-10T11:40:00.000-05:00

Mika approached me and said he "heard" a story. Like a train wreck, I had to hear what he had in mind. He tells me he was told a story of a man who lived his fantasy....in an offbeat way. Offbeat kind of trends well here, so I told him to let it loose.

You had to laugh because it was just like that old 80's song "Jesse's girl". You had a guy named Jesse who had a girl who his best friend always lusted for....but kept his friendship above his lust. Rare guy. So anyways Jesse and the girl in question went from high school sweethearts to engaged after three years. Never an argument. Not until she came to the friend's house and confided in him a problem she was having with Jesse. The girl...we'll call Rhonda...told Jesse's friend most everything. Or so Jesse thought.

So to Jesse's friend's amazement Rhonda confessed a bondage fetish she had and stress that was coming between her and Jesse because he was not into it or willing to experiment. A big argument ensued and the wedding was off. So Rhonda thought that getting her guy to come over to her place and see her restrained on her bed would make him more willing to accept her kinky desires.

Rhonda asked Jesse's friend if he would help her. Of course he would.

So Jesse's friend tried as hard as he could to control the raging hard on that was swelling in his jeans as Rhonda supplied cuffs and a gag and instructed him just how she wished to be at Jesse's mercy when he was asked to come over. So she stripped down to her panties and the good friend of Jesse cuffed and gagged his kinky dreamgirl. Little did she know of his kinky tastes himself.

So there she layed there on the bed....the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In was useless to conceal his arrousal now....and he did not care. But loyal to his friend to the end he called his friend Jesse to come over the Rhonda's place for an attempt to kiss and make up.

So Jesse made it over there quickly. However, when he saw Rhonda's state and the sheepish grin on his friend's face, he just stormed out. Tears welled in Rhonda's eyes at her disappointment. Jesse's friend took the gag out of Rhonda's mouth and whispered, "will you help me"?

Jesse's friend's heart started beating faster and asked for a clarification of just what kind of help she needed. Rhonda smiled and said, "at the party at your house last week I accidently stumbled on to a hidden file in your computer". She then whispered, "you know exactly what kind of help I need".

She moaned in lust as he put the gag back into her mouth. Indeed he then had Jesse's girl.

One girl's fantasy

2007-02-04T08:39:00.000-05:00

A girl online gave has allowed me to share her fantasy on my blog.

She wishes to be met by a man that will satisfy her needs. She wishes to be bound....with the agreement that she may back down up until she is gagged.

Once gagged she is roughly stripped of her night clothing. The shreds of cloth left are bunched around her bound wrists.

Her body is then roughly fondled. She wishes for this man to make her feel that she is owned by him. To be used in any way he chooses.

She is lost in the passion of being both scared and aroused to the brink. He teased her to the brink of orgasm....but quickly and decisively wants to enjoy his hot captive for the moment.

He withdraws and while she is still writhing in orgasm her ankles are tethered. She awaits what comes next...now submitting to his every wish. What happens next?

Superbowl Babes

2007-02-03T00:30:00.000-05:00

This post is dedicated to all the girls who manage to look hot in football uniform clothing and are heading to a superbowl party. Special kudos for the women at these parties who know absolutely nothing about football, but DO enjoy the challenge of distracting a room full of men from watching the game.

I'd like to tell the girl at the sports bar who has gotten up and walked to the bathroom for the fifth time in the same hour that us guys know that nobody could possibly drink enough beer to have to go that often. But that's ok. If you find it entertaining to wiggle that fine ass past my face that often, then I applaud you....and your ass.

So though I might have to explain to you exactly which teams are playing, exactly which team is our team, and which direction they are playing....you just keep looking as cute as you're looking and I won't mind.

By the way...On Sunday we are rooting for the big men from Chicago. Yes baby. Those are the guys with the big "C" on their helmet. You're catching on...

Tina's College Education

2007-01-24T11:06:00.000-05:00

My name is Tina and I must tell you of an evening I had as a college student. I was placed with a dorm mate who was quite the party animal. Loud and uninhibited...everything I wasn't...but I didn't mind. Going out with her made me quite popular. Of course ultimately she allowed herself to be very popular where I remained reserved. Until the one night.

My room mate Janice brought home who she said was an old boyfriend. Now the dorm was small, so it wasn't like I had a choice as far as the show they put on. First he handcuffed her and then blindfolded her. Soon enough he tied her arms above her to the headboard and had his way.

As they approached orgasm, he turned his head to gaze at me. Ashamed as I was at the time, it was clear to him that I was masturbating under my bed covers. He just smiled and finished his business with Janice. He withdrew. Janice was still heaving with pleasure, but he sat and looked at my wandering eyes. He was quite well built. One of the kind of men who looked quite normal until his clothes were off. Yes...Apollo with handcuffs. Of course, I had never made love that way in my life. The truth be told, I had not been with too many men at all. The closest think to kink I had ever gotten to was some guy after a party pulling down my panties with his teeth.

His words then shook me, "Perhaps your friend would like to join us"? Janice giggled and said, "I just don't see how she could say no". He didn't even give me a chance to say no...but he was gentle and erotic about it. I could have told him to stop. I didn't. I was so horny I would have trusted him to do anything.

All I was wearing was a large t shirt and my quite wet panties and he pulled them from my body is such a way as to not alarm me. He had a short length of cord and tied my wrists in front of me and laid me back onto my bed. He had a stip of cloth and I thought that he was going to blindfold me like Janice. Instead he gagged me. I got scared. Thinking that this man was making sure that he wasn't going to get no for an answer. Yes I faught him, but I wanted him just as bad. Janice....blindfolded and unknowing of what exactly was going on had no idea that this man was essentially taking me against my will. He held my bound wrists above my head and I was helpless as he mounted me. He felt so good...gentle, yet all business. Though he was not about to let up, he was genuinely good at knowing how to please a woman and soon enough I was lost in his clutches. Once my body starting spasming to his efforts, I heard him kind of chuckle and then he exploded deep inside me.

When he was through with me he slid my panties up my legs and back into place. Then he untied my hands and pulled them behind my back and handcuffed me. Still gagged I grunted and he pushed me into the mattress as he said, "Don't go away...it's Janice's turn now. Then he tied my ankles with a pillowcase he tore into strips of cloth and it was my turn to be blindfolded. I had no choice but to wiggle on the bed and listen. I heard Janice vividly plead that she didn't wish to be gagged...but then only muffled silence from her. Then the sound of Janice's vibrator. I squirmed...as shocked as I was, I also kind of laughed to myself. Thinking that even Apollo himself would need to rest his rod at some point.

I just layed there in the bed....hoping that my turn would come again soon.

Simon says....let's have a party.

Sweating for sweaters

2007-01-21T09:56:00.000-05:00

Might have done this last year...but again raising a Sunday morning coffee to "Tight Sweater Girl". It's 20 degrees outside, you should be in a winter coat, but your body is much to hot to be covered with such a thing. So....though freezing your ass off and your nipples about to explode through the fabric you carry on your duty to always remind us just how hot you are no matter what. All men with a pulse much appreciate your dedication. Thank you.

...not really into the tabloids, but just what was Brad thinking when he threw this one back into the lake?

A girl's wishes met

2007-01-17T21:11:00.000-05:00

Mika sat next to me and spun this tale. My friend and darker half, Mika the imaginary mouse, spins stories that are kind of like a bad car accident. You know it will be ugly...but you have to look.

So he told me the story of Jessie. Jessie the daughter of rich parents. Got everything she wanted. The epitome of spoiled rich bitch. For three years a man/boy named Seth adored and lusted for her to no avail. He wanted to be with her forever. She just liked the attention between the dates with the richer boys.

Well Jessie now 20 and well out of high school....and long since having dumped Seth was furious that her father finally said a word that she was quite unaccustomed to. That word was, "no". Jessie wanted dad to buy her an expensive car. He declined saying a cheaper car was good enough. She exclaimed that she would never be seen in a low end car.

So furious was she that she cooked up the idea of staging her own kidnapping to get the money from her dad anyways. Insane as it was she turned to the only man she ever knew that would do anything she asked and ask questions later. She lowered herself to find Seth and his budget apartment and knocked on the door.

Seth tried hard not to flinch at Jessie's plan. He was supportive. The same fool he always was in high school. Except who was the fool now? Seth at a reasonable pace suggested that he tie her up and take photos to get to her father. She agreed and soon enough found herself tied on his couch. She was gagged and wondered why Seth felt shifting her clothes to reveal her more was necessary. She groaned and twisted a bit and he assured her that photos that were more revealing would convince her dad how much danger she was in.

She didn't show it but she was a bit nervous at how vulnerable she was. This was probably the only man in the world she would trust with her scheme. Yet...she felt something was not quite right...but played it cool. He ungagged her and settled her nerves by talking to him as if they were at a high school reunion. "So what are you doing for a living now Seth?", she asked. He looked at her coldly and said dead seriously that that he kidnapped women and sold them to white slavers. She laughed...but the best she could she fought the ropes still pinning her hands behind her back. She twisted and said, "That isn't funny Seth". But Seth was busy taking off one of her socks and she pleaded, yet had no time to scream when she realized that her sock was destined for her mouth. Once there he used the same strip of cloth to lash her sock deep enough in her mouth where the chance of her being heard was not possible. He pulled her off the couch and dragged her into the bedroom. He hogtied her writhing body and she twisted and moaned on the floor while she watched him ready the bed for what was certainly not going to be rest.

"I pride myself and the price is higher for me not sampling the merchandise before delivery", he exclaimed. "This time, any money I get for your sweet ass is purely going to be a bonus".

He tossed her bellyfirst on the bed. He set her where once her legs were unbound her legs would hit the floor and her torso would be leaned over the bed. She felt her one bare foot hit the cold wood floor the same time he crawled between her legs and yanked down her panties. "You teased me for three years with words of promise and then dumped me like I was trash for a man with a smooth tongue and his dad's credit card". "If anyone was owed the pleasure....I am".

She squeeled as his long awaiting cock found her. Her mind drifted in and out as she was mounted over and over. She could barely comprehend what he was saying....except the part about probably being able to take his pleasure for days before having to move her on.

Hours later he bound his naked prize for the evening. A very enjoyable high school reunion party.

Mika then stopped his story and said, "This is the part where I end the story by claiming that these two were actually married and this was a game they played".

"Or not", he smiled.

Or not indeed I thought. I guess it's the decision of the reader. Either way, nothing here is real...right?

The Empty House

2007-01-13T08:00:00.000-05:00

I met her at a bar/club. It was a club that she said she went to every now and then on Friday nights after work. We had plenty to drink and had quite a conversation. She had obviously too much to drink when she told me that because of the lack of attention her live in boyfriend gives her she likes to go to the club and have other men remind her how hot she was. I obliged her. There was no problem with that. Hot body. Reserved jeans and some skin exposed under her blouse, but the kind of body that didn't take reservations. I was 45 and old enough to be her father....but kept myself in good enough shape to pretend I wasn't. I told her I was married to a woman and came here on Friday nights also...."to be reminded how hot I was". That comment drew quite a smile from her and she was nice enough, though rum induced, to tell me that I WAS hot.

I wasn't sure if she was just being nice, but took it as an invitation anyways. Our conversation continued, it turned out she had much more to lose than I. At work she earned kudos for being the youngest school principal the city had ever had....24. Her live in boyfriend was a "starving artist". She wore the pants in that household. She had good reasons to be careful. Maybe it was because I was so obviously married that let her trust me.

I told her my story. Married 15 years to a woman now frigid and partially disabled. Have not has sex with her in years, but she is the first one to kid how her lawyer would tear me apart if I ever cheated on her. I knew she was not kidding.

She seemed to take mercy on me with her honesty. She said her live in dead beat boyfriend who she was "engaged" to was the son of an important school administrator. She said that to dump him would be career suicide. She also whispered that he was nice enough....but just did not understand submissive desires she had. I told her I could relate to that. She said her desires and fantasies were dark. I told her that her words were safe with me. She told me she fantasized of being kidnapped and dominated by a strong man. Though she cracked a bit of a smile, her head looked down. I stroked her cheek....and told her it was my fantasy too.

We kissed deeply. Her hand ran down my side. I told her that though not prepared, I was a good improviser. I asked her if she wanted to live her fantasy tonight. She agreed. I told her we could see "if it worked". We went out to my car. My car now far away from the crowd. I said, "let's begin". I asked her whether in her fantasies she was kidnapped and cooperated or put up a fight. She said she fantasized of struggling...and a powerful man subduing her.

I am only a man....and can control myself for so long. For years I've had abduction fantasies and once she gave her instructions I felt the need to make sure she was not going to change her mind. So with a quick look around to see if people were looking, the coast was clear and I opened up the door to the back seat and roughly tossed her in. She began to flail her arms at me, but I was given permission to interpret that as part of her fantasy. I shoved her down on the seat and her head hit the armrest with a thud....not hard enough to knock her out....but hard enough to daze her a bit and to give me a few moments to "improvise". I took off my necktie and gagged her with it, then took off my belt and lashed her wrists behind her back. The bulky belt was not going to hold, but gave me some time. She begain to struggle and moan in the gag as I grabbed an old blanket that was over the seat and in the back of my SUV. I somehow was able to tear off some long enough strips from it to use as bindings. First her kicking legs. I secured her ankles effectively. As predicted her wrists were doing a good job working to get out of my belt....just as I took another strip and lashed her elbows together. Quite now in control I now was able to take off the belt and bind her wrists properly. I used my belt to hogtie her and thwart any second thoughts she had of her kicking the side of the door at the wrong time.

I knew exactly where to go. My mother, god bless her soul, had just passed away a couple of months before, and the house was still furnished, but vacant. The house equipped with a garage connected to the house was going to make it easy to get my "catch" inside. For effect I blindfolded my hot prize before taking her struggling and writhing body from the car. I placed her on a bed and admit her continued frantic efforts to escape unsettled me a bit. I let her lay there a few moments until she tired a bit. I had to know if we were on the same page. I whispered in her ear....at risk of ending the fantasy....and asked, "in your fantasy are you forced or slowly seduced"? I ungagged her fearing that all I would get is a request to be freed....and my fear that I was too far "into it" to comply. Now ungagged she coughed and cleared her throat. A horrifically long pause ensued. But then she said, "forced".

She was quite startled as I then grabbed her hair and forced her head against my raging cock. She took my rod greedily. I talked to her in a manner where I felt she dreamed of. I told her that she was to suck my cock until she thought it hard enough to fuck her. I told her that when she thought I was ready to stop and tell me, "please fuck me master". Doing all I could to not explode in her mouth she blissfully stopped and spoke, "fuck me master...please fuck me now". Her head snapped back and she twisted her neck from side to side as I gagged my hot little prisoner once again. I tossed her back onto the bed and pulled down her jeans to her bound ankles. I untied her ankles only long enough get all that denim away from my target and to lash her ankles to the bedpost....wide and ready for me. I ripped her blouse and bra from her savagely, figuring Mom would have something in the closet that would make do long enough to get my captive back to the real world. She had the sexiest thong panties that expanded five times it's size as i slid them down her spread pinned down legs. Finally they tore and shredded off under the strain the same time I crawled between her legs. I wanted her to feel me approaching as I rubbed my pre-cummed dick over her shapely inner thighs. The way she began to moan in her gag and twist in my mother's clothesline made me wait no more. I plunged into her slowly. She gasped in the gag. Her privates were so wet and ready for me. She was so delightfully tight....a definite sign that her claims of sexual frustration had merit.

She squealed in perceived delight as I finally exploded deep inside her. Obviously quite uncomfortable I released her spread legs and bound her ankles together. The fight was quite out of her. I rolled her body on her back and began to fondle her fantastic perky breasts. She began to twist and moan a bit when my fingers also began to tease her pussy. I was getting quite hard again already, but was also quite excited at the thought of making my writhing school principal shake in orgasm. I ungagged her and told her to ask me to make her cum. Breathing hard she panted out the words, "please make me cum....please make me cum". I obliged by stroking her special spot and she was just petite enough where just when her body began to shake I stuffed my penis in her mouth to soften her moans of joy. Her body quaked and her soft lips vibrated around my rod as she came and came again.

Withdrawing from her I whispered..."in your fantasy does your kidnapper release you quickly? Or does he have his way all night"? Still blindfolded she smiled and said, "it appears at this point I am completely helpless and can only do what my kidnapper allows". I smiled and said, "That being the case, I choose to fuck you all night long....however way I choose". At that point she smiled and announced her intention to pretend she objected to my decision if I would allow it. "Please do", I said. She began twisting and begging to be released as I stuffed her panties in her mouth to quiet her. She moaned through the soiled fabric..."no...please no". Securing her panties deeper in her mouth with the strip of cloth I used as a gag quited her pleas as I untied her ankles to relieve myself. She tried to writhe away from me, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down into my awaiting cock. I held her down and fucked her like the captive submissive she craved to be. As it would be until dawn.

A Twist in the Game

2007-01-10T11:08:00.000-05:00

Your lover likes to play aggressive games. This time seems a bit different. So focused he is as he binds your wrists in front of you. He fondles your breasts so greedily. So passioned. He bends you over the table and shreds your nightshirt swiftly away. Exposing you...so vulnerable. He enters you without hesitation....so ready for him....yet a bit alarmed at his straying from an accustomed routine.

Oh...feels so good. The phone rings momentarily awaking you from your trance. Your position has you able to see the lighted caller ID on the phone. It is the phone number of your lover....panic....squirming to get away. Your night visitor realizing he is exposed and now pausing to gag you. He is too powerful....you are helpless....submitting to his will....your mind looking for an avenue to escape....yet your body now craving for more.

He now has you well silenced...and continues what he started.

continued....

2007-01-02T08:33:00.000-05:00

And so began her week of "torment". It was everything she alway fantasized of and more.

The scariest part was when there was a knock on the door. Her "captor" seemed to panic. This reaction surprised her. She was quickly and roughly gagged before he went upstairs to see who it was. She could hear the voices upstairs. She only was able to hear some of the words loud enough to hear. It was her dad...and he was telling his "friend" that his daughter left for spring break, but was worried because he had not heard from her.

For the first time she was genuinely scared. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps this may be the last chance she would ever have to be "rescued". After all....what if this man intended to not release her as promised? She was in turmoil...she saw an opportunity to squirm to a lamp and knock it over. She didn't...and tears welled in her eyes at the possiblilty that her lack of urgency was a mistake.

She heard her possible rescuer leave and he bounded down the stairs. He read her thoughts in her eyes. He teased her....the whole episode obviously exciting him....and she admits later....her also. As he rolled her bound body to her back and prepared to mount her he exposed his thoughts of keeping her forever. As his manhood entered her anxiously awaiting prize he began to slowly thrust in and out. He played with her firm breasts and commented on his dilemma of how he could ever let her hot little body out of his sight. Somewhat humiliated she orgasmed as she had never before. He silently relieved himself and withdrew from her still spasming body. He whispered that perhaps her permanent residence was what they both wanted.

Albiet after the week was over he did indeed release her back to the real world. She now free to go to him with ever growing lust for his special attention....and his trustful words of discretion. A true friend of the family.

Shannon's story

2006-12-30T13:36:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-25T10:03:00.000-05:00

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

Christmas Poem

2006-12-22T22:16:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-15T11:10:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-12T10:12:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-05T09:39:00.000-05:00

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.

Blue

2006-11-29T12:00:00.000-05:00

Yo listen up here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees
Is just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and himself
And everyone around
Cos he ain't got nobody to listen to

Loser?

2006-11-25T08:10:00.000-05:00

The fondness for old times had me staying in my old hometown on Friday too. Circumstances had me going by myself. I know it had been more than twenty years, but I looked her up. I invited her for a nice friendly dinner. She insisted on meeting me...no doubt she told her husband that she was doing something other than seeing old boyfriends. Granted...not that in our time she ever granted me the title of "boyfriend". Sure, sex was ok. There was never any problem there. But that was the rules back in 1983. I was quite adequate in the bedroom. But she made it perfectly clear that her ambitions as far as marriage goes went far beyond my checkbook. She met her goal marrying that rich man 20 years her senior. By now I bet he was a real fireball in the bedroom. My bitterness never faded much. I was just much better at hiding it.

So when she knocked on my hotel room door, I figured she wasn't there for much smalltalk or even dinner. I adored her, but the only thing that ever interested her about me was my cock. Twenty plus years was not going to change that. It took moments to pull her dress off. Black underclothing. She maybe remembered how much I loved that. She looked great. A few extra lines in her face did not fade her natural beauty too much. In moments she was naked on the bed and I was ramming into her quickly and with purpose.

When it was over she wanted more. She taunted me. For just a small moment I felt some shame in what I was doing. But she kept shooting words at me like bullets. "You know all those years ago if you had the same drive to fill your bank account that you had getting into my panties I may never have dumped you." She continued, "You cannot be done already...i guess twenty years can change a lot of things." She was putting her bra back on, but that last comment got to me. I pushed her back on the bed and pulled her arms behind her back. I tied them behind her back. She started laughing at me, pausing once to complain about how tight I was binding her wrists. She continued to taunt me, "if you had this kind of spunk years ago, I may have settled for your pathetic income".

Those were the last words she said as I stuffed her mouth with her panties and kept them there with tape. Yes, I had visited the hardware store for the potential of some bondage fun. Yet thought they may be inappropriate for such a nice reunion. I changed my mind.

I tore off her bra, rolled her on her stomach, and fucked her from behind hard and deep. She struggled desperately...perhaps a bit surprised at the ambition being shown by her meek boy toy of many years back. Yet soon enough her intimate muscles grabbed greedily at me...begging me to finish her off.

She came and came several times over the next few hours. With each and every humiliating way I tied her...the harder I got. When I...well when we...were quite finished she layed there naked on the bed like the tramp she always was. Though...a tramp with lots of spending money. Have to give her credit there. I ungagged her and she asked, "through with me loser"? I just smiled and shoved my dick in her mouth. First she shook her head, but then she thanked me properly for a job well done. I shot the last stream of cum I had in me on her face and pretended it was an accident. She knew better....but finally she had nothing left to say.

I untied her and we silently put our clothes back on. I gave her my business card which had my name, number, and the logo of the string of restaurants I own. Told her to look me up if she ever traveled east. She looked at it and said, "perhaps you didn't turn out to be such a loser after all". "No...maybe not...but being a loser for just an evening can have it's advantages I guess".

She left after getting herself together the best she could. Minutes later the there was a knock on the door. It was my trusted brother Chuck who was at our Thanksgiving table the previous evening. Chuck is a private investigator who pulled me aside and told me that I may be interested in who just hired him. Turns out my old flame's husband suspects his wife of wrongdoing and wants proof. He's looking to trade her in for a newer model but needs a prenuptial agreement to kick in first. Chuck showed me the digital photos he took of my evening and handed me an envelope with ten grand in it. "We're rich partner", he said. "Only showing him the straight sex right"? , I asked. He laughed and said those photos were more than enough for him to kick her out of the house without a penny to her name.

"I predict a phone call within the next month", I said. "How will you handle that", Chuck asked. I smiled and said, "I'll smile and tell her to come on over, but that she is a loser and only good for the sex".

Simon has feelings

2006-11-21T11:48:00.000-05:00

Simon has feelings...yes he does. Every year in November shortly before Thanksgiving comes the birthday of a girl I knew 25 years ago. The memories fade as those kind of years go by, yet one never forgets the one true love in your life.

Just a classic example of falling helplessly in love with someone and they not feeling the same way about you. It happens to all of us. For some it just hits a bit harder. Though strung along and teased for two years, I was crushed when it was crystal clear that she would never belong to me forever.

Much maturity has thankfully arrived during the last 25 years. (With some exceptions like blogging fetish erotica) But I admit that every year on her birthday that I have my own private pity party in my head.

My feelings will never change. I know that. Even though we have not spoken in more than 20 years, I know she knows I still love her. Lately my thoughts drift at times to her and the husband that she presumably is still with. I see the look in my forty something Mrs. Kade. Knowing that I spend a lot of time out of the house. Knowing that I am afforded so many opportunities to be with women half her age. Her wondering if I am really at the gym. If I am really at a business meeting. I don't cheat on her...but her insecurities will always think I will.

So I think of that girl I loved. No...the girl I will always love. I think of her husband leaving on a business trip and her wondering if he is with someone else. I wonder if she ever thinks of me when she is feeling that way. Knowing that she once had a man in her life that never would have made her feel like he was in another's arms.

I don't thirst for revenge or payback after all these years, but I do enjoy poetic irony. She broke my heart and I moved away from my hometown. But one thing she can never have is the feeling that whatever other man she happens to be with loves her as much as I do. That the kind of complete love I showed her will always be missing from her man. He might have more money, nicer cars, better looks....but just a little bit will still be missing from what she once experienced. Now forty something and her looks fading she can think about that when her husband is late coming home from work.

She may never have loved me. But I know she thinks about me when she is alone. I don't think it's really an ego malfunction on my part. I just know. So go ahead my lovely ghost. Call my parents. Con them into giving you my cell phone number. You did it once twenty years ago. I'm sure you could pull it off again. But I would only confirm to you what we already know. You cannot have what you want and I cannot have what I want. I'll fantasize of all the women I could be with and you can fantasize of all the women your man may be with. After all these years....such a morbid detente we live.

Sunday's coffee salute...

2006-11-19T06:44:00.000-05:00

This fine Sunday's coffee raised in the air salute is to all the thirty-something women who have realized that if they just put down that desert menu and get away from that television in trade for some quality time on a treadmill, stairmaster or under a squat rack that their ass can be just as sweet as it was twenty years ago.

Yes....gravity sucks. But it can suck a whole lot less. I'd walk by ANY college cutie for a mature woman who takes care of herself and dresses to let the world know. THAT is sexy my droogies.

Julie's chloroform story

2006-11-18T06:01:00.000-05:00

My name is Julie. I consider myself a normal girl of age 22. Except for maybe the twisted fantasies that haunted my brain until last night. One would have never suspected my fantasy of being chloroformed and tied up by a strong intruder at first impression. However, in a fit of madness I mentioned it to a man that I work with. It snowballed from there.

I live with Jay....by fiance. He is my future. I know that. But he would never help me with the dark thoughts that were in my head. I love him. I really do. But just once I wanted to experience....well let me just continue.

Believe me. It took a long time. But I go on break at work and sometimes this guy would be in the breakroom also. We would talk. Soon the talks got personal....very personal. He mentioned some sexual frustrations at home and next thing I knew I was telling him of my fantasy. I trusted him. He was the shy type...not one to gossip. At the time, I thought he may have been patronizing me, but he told me of fantasies of women in bondage that raged through his mind. I teased him that we should get together sometime. His response sent chills up my spine. He just calmly said that it would be something that I would not regret.

He was not especially handsome, but he was big and strong. Dammit...I had to know. So I teased him. I teased him by telling him that I would let him know when my fiance was out of town. He told me just to let him know. God, it started out as a joke. But when my fiance said he had to leave town for the weekend I started to get wet at the thought of telling the guy at work that I would be alone Friday night.

So I took the plunge. I thought the guy at work would just laugh. But when I pressed the bottle of chloroform in his hand and told him the door would be unlocked and anytime between seven and eight would be fine, he just smiled and warned me that I would only be given one chance to back out once he arrived. I blushed and walked away.

So there I was. Home alone. I sat on the couch reading a magazine. My mind had me thinking that he would not show. Yet I dressed for him. I did at that. I figured if he did sneak into the house that I would not want him to change his mind. So I wore a tight cut off t-shirt and sexy panties. I was certainly never going to be the next Cosmopolitan cover model....but on the other hand not too many men turned me down before I met Jay. Breasts not too big, but firm. A shapely enough ass to draw a stare. Being with the man you want to spend the rest of your days with can make a woman lazy. But I took care of myself.

I can honestly say that I was deep into a magazine story and almost forgot that I could be getting company when his hand clamped that cloth over my mouth. It was how I always fantasized. He was so strong. Fighting him, but not able to break free. Feeling myself slip away....and wondering what he was going to do to me when I was out. My head pulled into his chest. My eyes slowly closing...can no longer fight it. Passing out.

When I started to regain consciousness I was vaguely aware of him finishing tying a blindfold on me. I thought, "my god...what have I done"? But I was quickly arroused...my heart was beating out of my chest. I knew I was dripping wet...and wondered if he knew. Of course he knew. I knew he was standing near just watching me. But I tested his wares anyways. I was naked. With only my sense of touch still afforded me I could tell I was on my living room rug. Gagged and blindfolded, my wrists were in handcuffs and strung up over my head most probably to a ceiling beam. I was kneeling. My ankles were bound together with some kind of cloth. They were crossed and bound tightly where I found it difficult to keep my knees together. I was helpless and at his mercy.

My body instinctively jumped when he first touched me. He started to softly fondle my breasts. He touched them just right. Firmly and in control...yet not abusive. He did not speak a word, but it was apparent that he was also naked. Very much so when i realized it was the rock hard head of his cock that was stroking my cheek. I was so turned on. I'm sure he knew. He ungagged me, but my heart beating out of my chest kept me from saying a word. However, I did recall his promise that I would be given one chance to back out. I remember being aware of his promise and knowing that this could be the last chance I would have to be freed. But instead my mouth grabbed his cock and started worshiping his sword in such a manner to communicate to my heavenly intruder that I fully approved of his abduction.

He withdrew his cock right before I was sure he was going to cum. I wanted to please him so badly that I did protest and fight him when I realized that he was once again gagging me. "Please no...please...", I moaned as he stuffed some kind of wadded packing into my teeth. My head shook as he lashed the silencing material deep into the back of my mouth. Feeling him knotting it behind my neck. I remember twisting and pulling at the metal around my wrists when I smelled the sweet unmistakable scent approaching my nose. He pressed the chloroform soaked rag against my mouth and nose and fell limp helplessly.

When I came to I was on my bed. My wrists were still cuffed together, but tied to the headboard. I was on my belly. My legs were tied apart to each bedpost. It felt like maybe it was pairs of my nylons that he used to tie my legs down. My stomach was on a pillow. My ass raised high into the air. I felt his presence between my legs. He was kissing the sensitive area on my inner thighs. His hands fondling my breasts. Boldly pinching my nipples. It felt so good, but I pulled at my bindings anyways. Of course any hope of escape was futile. I knew he was going to fuck me and I was at the same time more scared and turned on than I had ever been in my life. Finallly...to my relief and dismay he started to slide into me slowly. He had on some kind of ribbed condom that rocked my world. He started slamming into me hard and with purpose. MMMM...I moved my body the best I could to accomodate my dream fiend. My body began to orgasm like it never had before the same time I felt the ridged encasing around his rod fill with hot liquid.

When it was over I felt the need to embrace him. But instead I twisted and moaned as again he used the chloroform I gave to put me to sleep. I remember dreaming after he drugged me to sleep that last time. I dreamed about how I would react if the next time I awoke I was in the trunk of his car? In his bed? On a mattress in a hidden room in his basement? What if my invited intruder was having TOO good a time?

When I awoke I was again on a bed. My heart beating. Whose bed I thought? My arms were tied with a strip of cloth and my ankles were also tied. I was still gagged and blindfolded. I did not feel his presence. I'm not sure it would have mattered anyways in that I started to work the best I could at the knots that were currently trapping me. I was tied loosely enough where I had some hope of escape. Sure enough in fifteen minutes or so I was free. I took off my blindfold and was in my own bed. He was gone.

Sure there was some guilt that I felt after that. After all, I was going to be married to Jay in four months. On Monday I saw my co-worker friend. The quiet shy man that all my girlfriends at work thought to be a boring "average Joe". I approached him at his cubicle and in a whisper only loud enough for him to hear I softly said, "thank you". He didn't even turn around. He just cracked a small smile and slowly nodded his head as he kept typing on his keyboard.

Bad Boys

2006-11-15T13:38:00.000-05:00

She grew up without want. Nice parents, plenty of money, the best schools. However, despite her parents objection she had an uncontrollable appetite for "bad boys". Aspiring student lawyers called upon her, but she was always more interested in the pool hustler. Her parents all but disowned her when she quit school and moved in with "Joe the hoodlum" as her father called him.
She was in heaven. Living with the bad boy, bad boy friends doing bad boy things in all hours of the night.

One day Joe the hoodlum disappeared for three days. On the fourth day she had unexpected night guests.

After she assured her midnight bad boys that she did not know where her live in bad boy was they tied her to the bed and did bad boy things to her. When they were done the bad boys decided that they could get what her bad boy owed them and plenty more if they took her with them.

So the girl living with the bad boy was trussed and readied for transport by the bad boys in her apartment and they took her as a trade. The bad boy's girl for the money he owed these bad boys.

She was later bound and pulled into a room where hundreds of bad boys were gathered. Soon there was an auction where it was decided which bad boy would get to keep her. She sobbed and faught him as he took her away. In a show of strength he assured her that it be best to cooperate. After all, from what he had heard of her, she loved being around bad boys. He told her that she would not be disappointed. That as she would learn, he was the baddest boy of the land.

Say Uncle

2006-11-10T10:07:00.000-05:00

My rodent friend Mika and I were sitting by the computer. I was pretending I knew something about the calculations I was looking at and Mika was sitting there and starting twitching his nose. I've come to learn right now that when my "immaginary" rodent friend starts to wiggle his nose, I'm usually in for an adventure.

"Want to hear a story"?, Mika asked. Purely a rhetorical question mind you. Mika would start telling it even if I told him to get lost. So he began to spin his story. He knows how to get my attention because he will throw a detail or two that can, at times, resemble a real situation for me. But not to worry loyal readers...not enough of it is based on truth to get you concerned. I'll leave it to you to decide what is real and what is not.

Mika told me his story situation in such a way where I got to use my own imagination. Mika told me to picture myself being a guy who was separated from his wife. She left him with the kids and left him at home alone. Mika asked me to picture a niece (her brother's kid...no blood ties) coming over to try to talk me into a reconciliation with her aunt.

Now some background. This girl was a cute 13 year old when you married her aunt. At family parties she kind of relayed a child's crush for you. Of course you never spoke of such vibes you got. You tended to avoid her as much as possible at family parties to avoid embarrassment...but in recent years as she entered her twenties you avoided her at those same parties because you lusted for her...and she seemed to suspect that lust. The tables had turned.

"That's very good Mika", I chirped. "So evil you are", I said as I put my fingers around his chuckling mouth. "Let me take it from here my friend", I begged.

Continued the story I did....
So at age 23 she knocks on my door to campaign for her aunt. She enters and she did not exactly dress to keep me focused on the woman who just left me. No...short plaid skirt, creamy legs, tight top...enticing cologne. I immediately felt she was on another cause than that of her aunt. She spewed some bogus bullshit about how her aunt missed me. (The fact is, she was fucking some guy she worked with and said she wasn't about to stop) If my niece thought of her aunt as some kind of angel, I saw no need to take that thought away from her.

So my beautiful niece, Jessica we'll call her, got up and wiggled her tight ass to the liquor cabinet and poured us a couple of drinks. She didn't ask. Perhaps that was her test for me. Indeed I would have asked her to stop if I wanted to be alone. So Jessie brings over her liquid contracts that she was going to stay awhile.

So one drink gradually extends to three. It was after the third one; I don't remember the details exactly...but she hugs me. She crushes her firm tits into my chest and tells me not to worry. That my wife will come back. That any woman would be lucky to have me. I made the move she was begging me to make. "Any woman?", I asked as I pulled her lips into mine.

I had unbuttoned her blouse and was heading toward third base when she stopped me with a giggle and asked me if I was aware of the crush she had on me when I first married her aunt. I told her of course and that I was always petrified that she would make that too obvious. I just starting roaming my hands toward the promised land and I said something lusty like, "do you still have that crush on me"?

Things are a bit murky after that, but I just remember her telling me that when she was a little 13 year old brat that she was snooping around my in home office at a family party and discovered where I had a bunch of bondage porno magazines hidden under a floorboard. She said it gave her quite an impression as a youngster. "You never told anyone?", I asked. She said she didn't. Partially because they turned her on. I didn't know what to say other than saying that she was normal...that her yearnings were natural....that it was something inside her despite her discovering my magazines on the subject.

She told me she realizes that. However, from the first time she saw those magazines she fantasized of me doing the same to her as the girls in the magazines. I asked her if she still felt that way. "Please...", she said...and when she continued pleading, at least she didn't call me uncle. She called me by my first name. I needed that too. My dick was rock hard, but I really needed to know that this was not the same 13 year old girl I once knew...but now a grown woman of 23. She purred..."Please Simon, please tie me up and fuck me."

So I tied her slowly. Effectively, but quite slowly. There she was...bound on my couch...testing the ropes holding her, but visibly arroused. Nevertheless, I held the gag in front of her and told her, "so far we have only been playing...after I gag you there is no turning back". Her eyes met mine....and for a second I saw the same look she used to give me from across the family room when she was 13. She spoke, "gag me Simon....gag me and fuck me any way you wish".

She moaned softly as I tied the bit gag in place. I fondled her through her clothes for just one last time before putting her bound and gagged body over my shoulder and taking her to my bedroom to fulfill her request.

Back at my computer I sighed and Mika looked at me and said, "good job". "Where to today my friend?", I asked my rodent companion. "The gym for a view of some hot trophy wives in spandex will do for starters", he suggested.
He twitched his nose and said, "then the restaurant with the woman bartenders with the skin tight tops?" "You know...you and I think alike", I laughed as I signed off the computer.

...a man and his mouse.

Invitation

2006-11-05T05:56:00.000-05:00

Mika and I were hanging out in some chat rooms last night and a nice young thing seemed very interested in the kink spewing into her instant message box. She sent me a photo and said her husband was out of town for the weekend. She lived fairly close to me....she invited me over for some with an offer to exchange roleplay for real play. Of course I was skeptical...but how could I refuse?

So I told her my terms. I had her decribe her house....picture window...good. I would knock on the door and first I wanted her to give me a peek of her and that tease attire she allegedly just took a photo of herself in. If she could not do that....then she was not for real. I told her that I knew of a hot nightclub out there and that if she chose not to greet me that way...or if it was a joke it would not be a total waste of my time.

I assured her that myself and my fantasies were for real. That if she then unlocked the door then both our kinky worlds would kindly greet.

Mika looked at me as I shook my head at the computer and laughed. He just twitched his nose and said, "what have you got to lose"? So I loaded myself up with some toys and went for a ride. Forty minutes later I parked on the street in front of the address she gave me. I rang the doorbell and drifted back to keep an eye on the front window. She opened the drapes to give me a good look. She was for real. Pink night top and all legs. Unbelievable.

She opened the door and I put on a ski mask and walked in. "Good evening", I said. She was visibly drunk and ran her sassy mouth, "Good evening?", she questioned, "If I wanted to invite over a gentleman I would have wasted two hours online chatting with a fucking boyscout".

I smiled at that. I love good honesty in a woman. "Well fine then...enough smalltalk". I took a knife out of my pocket and pressed it against her throat. (the blade so purposely dull it probably could not cut through warm cheese) I dragged her to the couch. "That's better", she teased. She did have a way of inspiring a man to not be a gentleman.

I admit I found a bit of satisfaction in her squeeling some words to the effect of feeling some discomfort in the rather ungentlemanly way I handcuffed her arms hehind her back. She leaned back on the couch and seemed quite a bit more sober as she mumbled something about things going too fast as i was yanking her panties down her legs. Perhaps she was going to beg me to stop or perhaps she was going to attempt to give me instructions as to just how her fantasy molester should go about his business. But it made no difference as I stuffed her panties in her mouth to shut her up. She squeeled and squirmed as I tore off a slice of duct tape to entrap the silencing garb in her mouth for her upcoming adventure.

"You're quite the little fighter you said you would be", I said as she knelt on the floor in front of the couch. She twisted and squeeled as she looked behind her and saw me pulling down my pants. "You play well", I whispered as I began to cover my rock hard sabre with a ribbed condom I had for such tender moments. I yanked back her hair and told her to stay still as my legs forced her apart far enough to find my target. Her hands my have been pulling at the cuffs on her wrists....but her pussy was much more accepting of the spoils of her invitation. I then confirmed to my spunky little captive that I never was or never will be a boyscout.

I then dragged her spent chatroom cruising ass into her bedroom, grabbed a pair of her nylons from a dresser drawer and tossed her on the bed. I then bound her ankles with the nylons in such a way where her legs could still open about a foot. I looked at her and asked where she kept her vibrator. I knew her eyes could not help but give me a clue. In moments I returned with her white probe. I tore what was left of her pink nightshirt off of her and said that it was time that I took care of her.

Hours later she layed there on her side naked and hogtied on the bed. I really do not think she regreted her invitation to a stranger, but I kept her gagged just the same. I placed the key to the handcuffs still trapping her wrists on her nightstand and told her that a woman with her athletic abilities should be able to get to that key in a half hour or so.

I returned home about 45 minutes later as the sun was rising. There was an instant message on my computer. Mika sat there next the computer with a sly smile on his face. I looked at the message. SassyAngel19 says her husband is gone next weekend too.

The Maid

2006-11-03T07:38:00.000-05:00

I had been more or less living in a motel for the last three weeks. My work in that town just far enough away from my home to justify staying there was now complete. Finished early for the day and went back to the motel to finish packing up. I can honestly say that I was not too shocked to open my door and surprise a maid that was busy looking through my packed luggage. Some other things had come up missing during my stay...to the complete indifference to the motel management.

A lover of kinky sex I am. I always brought some toys with me in case any of the fine young ladies at the local nightspots liked a little adventure with their sex. Not used often I admit, but my gear was going to come in handy now.

The intruder, under the mindset that being a bit flirty would get her off the hook, did not struggle as I reached into my luggage and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. She was mumbling words like, "I can explain" as I entrapped her wrists behind her back. I sat her on the bed.

I recognized her as one of the teases that occupied the business I had been appointed to audit the last three weeks. She was a doll, I admit feasting my eyes on her in between gazing at balance sheets at what I affectionately called "Tease Inc." to a couple of friends on the phone. So I guess she had this second job and would have known exactly where I was to know the coast was clear.

I told her not to move as I picked up the phone to call the front desk. She told me not to bother as she was not an employee of the motel...that she only had a stolen uniform to use in her "second job". I told her the police would do just fine then. She begged me not to. She told me that she would find a way to pay me back for the things she stole from the room.

I paced the room and took a good look at her. She was gorgeous. By design or not she had the cutest little pout. The maid uniform showed off a nice pair of legs. Yes...I began thinking...perhaps there was a way she could pay me back.

I had always fantasized of opportunities of this nature....and I....snapped to the temptation. I was behind her as she was softly pleading for forgiveness as I took the velvet belt off of a courtesy robe that was hanging near the bathroom. With her arms already cuffed behind her she didn't have a chance in fighting off the robe belt that I lashed between her teeth. My improvisation was very effective as I was sure her screams of objection could not be heard on the other side of the door. She layed back on the bed now. Her struggles had raised her skirt giving me a nice view of her creamy beige panties. "No motel management, no police...what other punishment can there be"?

The thought of my watch probably currently at some pawn shop due to this former tease encouraged me on. I took off my belt and looped it around her neck and told her, "that's in case you plan on doing something with those legs other than spreading them for me". She layed there still and watched through defiant eyes as I lowered my pants and let her see her judge's gavel. She moaned and squirmed at first as I started to take off her socks and shoes which I ignored. However, when she buckled and twisted as I searched for the best way of discarding her skirt I pulled on the belt noose around her neck and she stopped. "Now be a good girl and pay me back nicely for that watch you stole from me". Her eyes teared as I pulled down her panties and crawled between her legs. I lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders and fucked my little thief for every trinket missing from my room and every trinket she even thought about taking. I held off my explosion on purpose quite enjoying the payback of my dreams. Her lifeless body came to life as I roller her on her stomach with the intention of planting my punitive seed from behind. She twisted and tried to squirm away, but a tug on the belt noose ended her journey quickly. I found her, now quite receptive, pussy quite easily and encouraged by her body's acceptance of her dilema I held off my orgasm until I felt she was on the brink of the same. Soon enough her body shuddered and tensed in a way other than that of a reluctant captive. I then released my load deep inside her and whispered in her ear, "enjoy the watch bitch".

Moments later she layed there on the bed completely naked other than her gag and the three pair of handcuffs that served as the tools for what I am sure was a quite uncomfortable hogtie. I played with her body for quite some time. Partly because I was amused in that she was now visibly arroused and partly because I was swiftly working myself into heat for seconds. My one hand was playing with her pussy, the other greedily pinching and fondling her well ripened nipples. Her intimate muscles latching onto my fingers that found just the right spot....I teased her by driving her to the edge and then backing off. Three or four times of this and I ungagged her. Where once she had, I'm sure, contemplated screaming at such an opportunity, now she softly begged, "do it...do it...please".

I stuck my cock into her begging mouth and said, "me first". She sucked and licked my rod like a woman on a mission and did well. In short order I was about to cum, but had the presence of mind to massage her hot little spot to the point of no return. Her mody tensed and she moaned. Shaking she twisted in her shackles in uncontrollable orgasm. I watched amused and took it upon myself to give myself the few short stroke it took to finish myself off. I aimed my now exploding canon at her face and connected with a generous portion of my gratitude. She pulled at the cuffs and unfortunately said words to awaken me to reality. She was furious and said in a loud voice, "When I get out of here I am going to the police. I'll tell them my story, you tell them yours."

She was, of course, correct. If she went through her with her threat I would not have much of a chance. I didn't panic. I just regagged her and told her, "you just earned yourself a permanent partnership". By now it was 2am and with the help of a trenchcoat and a modest rap to the temple it was quite easy to get my hot little thief into the back of my van. Late though it was, I still used some rope I had back there to confine her from any untimely kicking at any stoplights. I took the rest of the items from the room and left the key on the dresser to signal my departure to a real maids in the morning.

Yes...for weeks afterwards i sweated being discovered via cameras at the motel, my captive's partner in crime if she had one etc. I have never gotten so much as a phone call from any investigators. I guess she helped me out. She avoided me at her workplace...because she was too busy ripping me off. Moreover, I guess she did not tell people what her part time job was.

I can tell you my droogies what her full time job is now. A quiet home with no neighbours nearby with now a hidden room with a cell in it in the basement. She'll get used to her new occupation. She will have plenty of time.

Butt Advertising

2006-10-28T12:11:00.000-04:00

Today's cup of coffee rises in salute of women who where sweats, shorts, pants, etc., that have some kind of writing on the rear end. The words might be some clothing line, some school they attend, advertising, a funny quip...but to us guys they all spell the same thing. Does not matter to us what is written there....to me it all spells, "Hey guys, check out my ass".

Bottom line, (pardon the pun), is that if you have something written on your ass, then I take that as a signal that you want me to look.

It also gives me license to discuss with the girl what is written there. I have free reign to ask you how you like the University of Texas when those words are wrapped around your lucious buns. What I really am communicating is that I was checking out your ass.

If I may suggest, perhaps you should save us men some time. Forget schools and clothing lines. How about stuff written on your ass like, "I'm kinky", or "Can be had at right price"? That way I have an excuse to comment to you about your ass AND we can get right down to business too.

Of course, now that I think of it, if a girl can fit more than three words on her ass then she's probably expanded a bit out of my league anyways.

(kids, if you don't get the Shaft reference...ask your parents)

Hallween 2005 continued...

2006-10-27T04:40:00.000-04:00

She gave me clear signals that she knew of my fetish for bondage. The beautiful conservative woman that I thought I knew was now sitting on my living room couch in a harem girl costume telling me about her interest and curiosity in the Gor novels of John Norman and thought it would be fun to dress up like a slave girl in one of his novels. My mind naturally started to fantasize of how well she would look on my bed, fettered as a slave in a Gor novel would look.

As thoughts of her lashed down to my bed clouded my mind she began to tease me some more. "Do you think I would make a good slave girl"?, she asked. I tried to keep my cool and took the question as her looking for a compliment on her costume, as opposed to an attempt for seduction. I answered, "It's a great costume. If John Norman saw you it might very well inspire him to write another novel...with you as the star". She told me I was so nice to say so and kissed me on the cheek. The soft kiss sending courage through my veins....I took over the teasing role. "I just might have some accessories to make your costume even more convincing". She said she was willing to try anything to make her costume stand out from the others. As if that body wouldn't do that already I thought.

I whispered to myself as I went into the other room, "if she wants to look like a slavegirl, who am I to disappoint her". I came back it with some "accessories" and a different attitude. I asked her to hold out her hands in a way that was more a command than a request. She stood in front of me as I cuffed her wrists in front of her. I didn't stop. I put a collar around her neck and connected a light, yet non-giving chain to it and ran it down her back and between her legs and snapped it onto the cuffs trapping her wrists.

I stood close to her, "feel more the part my dear", I asked. She said, "yes...very convincing". She started to move her hands around testing the cuffs that confined her. The chain between her cuffs and collar was taunt enough where I knew with every move she was making, that slim chain was massaging her pussy.

She asked me what other "accessories" did I have hidden in my bedroom. I could contain myself no longer and pulled her close to me by the chain going to her collar....knowing darn well what that chain yanked on as I did it. I kissed her and she did not hold back that she was anxious to respond. I told her that I had plenty of other "accessories", but none that could be worn at a party without the both of us being arrested. She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered softly in my ear. "I don't think I want to go to the party anymore. I want to stay here and have you treat me like a gorean slave girl".

I told her that I would never hurt her...but it might be a dangerous request nonetheless. She told me it was Halloween and that she could use a little danger. "As a matter of fact, I could use a lot of danger", she said. "I would like nothing less than for you to danger me all night long".

I said, "Very well then. First of all a good slave girl should speak only when a response is requested otherwise you will be gagged". I took off the chain on her collar and started to take the cuffs off of her wrists. "I want you to strip, lay on your belly on the fur by the fireplace, and then cross your ankles and your wrists behind my back so you are ready to receive my ropes".

I bound her well. As a slave in a Gor novel would be....as she requested. She spoke to me. Not a quite a complaint, but a comment on how unforgiving her bindings were. "I warned you slave", I hissed, as I lashed a gag between her teeth. She took it well, as if she was pleased that I went through with my threat. She layed there then quite obediantly. Could be she was concerned what further discipline would be. She had due cause to be concerned. She watched as I disrobed. Knowing that I was about to put my pleasure slave to use.

She left the next morning unmarked and unhurt, but quite dangered out. As I suspected, she didn't return my phone calls. She showed no interest in seeing me again. I wasn't surprised. The few times this past year I had to visit her workplace she treated me no differently than any other business client. I never told anyone of the evening we had. Besides, who would believe me anyway?

The calendar had me, admittingly, volunteering to make a service call to her office. It had been almost a year already. Fate allowed me to be with her for a few moments alone. "Want to go to a Halloween party"?, I asked. First she didn't respond, then a look to make sure none of her office staff was eavesdropping. Then her eyes saw fit to acknowledge me, "I love Halloween", she said.

Hallween 2005

2006-10-25T23:26:00.000-04:00

It was Halloween last year. I asked her to go to a Halloween party with me on a whim. Me, just a visitor every now and then to where she worked. It was hard to tell what she was really like away from there. She had the kind of job where she was in charge of many workers. She must have had the kind of authority there that made people afraid. The workers quieted when she entered a room. I kind of had the feeling that if I worked for her I would not have considered rolling the dice and asking her out. What gave me a chance, I feel, was me having the smarts to ask her when no other of her minions were around to overhear. To my delight, she agreed.

She told me on the phone that she was going to the party as a harem girl. I thought she may be kidding, but I put together a warlord kind of costume that I thought may coordinate with her. She insisted on meeting me at my house and openly admitted that she despised nosey neighbors that watched everything she did. She gave me clear signals that she wanted our date to be discrete. I didn't care. She was the kind of girl that was worth abiding by her rules. She entered my house and was direct, blunt, much like she was with her employees I would think. "I really don't date very often, so I hope you are not disappointed if this is just a one time thing". She continued, "But there is something about Halloween that makes me want to be different for just one day of the year". She then took off her overcoat and exposed a body that was much more stunning than I could ever imagine. What there was of that skimpy costume exposed plenty. Delicious abdominals of steel. Tan shapely legs. I admit I started moving around to try to hide my arrousal.

She sat on the couch and started to talk to me. Looking back, it almost seemed like rehearsed words that she struck me with. She teased me...teased me well...professionally. She started giving me definate hints that she suspected my fetish. Bondage...oh she knew. I don't know how....but she knew.

to be continued....

Mirror Girl

2006-10-22T09:33:00.000-04:00

This morning's Sunday coffee is raised in salute to the parents of the girl with her own computer in her bedroom who bought her the digital camera because their daughter told them she wanted to take nice prom photos. Also, would like to salute the boyfriend of the girl who takes the hot photo of herself in the mirror and promises that he will be the only one who ever sees it. Finally would like to salute Simon's definition of intelligent internet mirror girl tease. That would be the one who was smart enough to turn the flash OFF on her camera before taking the photo of herself in thong underwear and then emailing it to the boyfriend who said he would be the only one who ever sees it. I salute you all. Thank you.

The Sauna

2006-10-21T16:59:00.000-04:00

Was at the gym/club today and was quite happy that after my workout a girl who I had been friendly with around the weight area had decided to enjoy some time in the hot tub in the pool area as I like to do after a hard workout. We had seen each other in the hot tub/sauna area before, but this time my ego had me thinking she was there on account of me. I was kind of lightheaded as I am at times after a workout...so perhaps bolder. This time it paid off.

It was my lucky day in that we were the only ones in the tub enjoying the hot water rushing through the jets. I flirted. Yes, I flirted shamelessly. Deep inside I thought the comment I made to her regarding her looking like Kristin Dunst was going too far, but she loved every word of my bullshit. Of course I cannot really call it bullshit. She was stunning. Petite...blonde...and an athletic body that did the bikini she was wearing proud. I wanted her in the worst way. Another person hopping into the pool and me catching a glance at her eyeing my wedding ring glistening through the water snapped me out of my trance. I left the hot tub and headed for my towel to dry off. I was wearing loose fitting swim trunks. Nonetheless, I grabbed my towel and tried to hide the raging hard on I had developed the best way I could. I kind of smiled at the irony of heading toward the sauna to cool off.

I entered the sauna and took a deep breath. I sat down in the simmering heat and started to concentrate on anything but the hot little body I just left in the tub. Was a fruitless task as I was there for only moments when she entered and sat close to me. My towel covered my returning excitement and I flirted with her some more. The conversation went to fitness and just what the benefits were in sitting in a sauna. She mentioned something about the pores of the skin opening. My mind was on something else...and I went there. I blurted, "The biggest benefit of a sauna for me right now is the lovely view of your nipples that your sweat has allowed me to view through the fabric of your top". Yes, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence, but I broke it by putting my hand behind her neck and pulling her mouth close to mine. I kissed her deeply, with a mission to not stop until she responded.

Respond she did and did well. However, upon both my hands massaging her privates through her sweaty bikini she backed away and voiced her concern about someone else coming into the sauna. I placed her towel over her body and she got the idea quickly. Under the towel my hand roamed her body until finding it's way into her bikini bottom and stroking her tender area until she signaled that I was right on the money. She breathed heavy and weazed through her clenched teeth to keep from screaming when her body rocked in orgasm.

She quickly got herself together and her hand dived under the towel on my lap. Her strong spry fingers took little time to induce my raging cock into exploding onto her digits and into my towel. I sat there catching my breath. She looked at me in animal like lust and took two of her cum drenched fingers, put them in her mouth and sucked on them slowly like she was burning the frost off of a popsicle.

As she got herself together I mentioned a natural endeavour to continue in a place more private. She said she would be changed, outside and ready to go wherever I wished to take her. I said, "as far as you wish to travel". She said, "you're driving Mister" as she stolled out of the sauna.

Fun & Games

2006-10-20T13:31:00.000-04:00

So...it's fairly early in the morning on this fine Friday and Mika and I have a dilema. My buddy Mika the talking mouse says, "let's go to the gym". Mika has a point. You see between 9am and 11am at my gym, hot thirty something wives of rich men dump their rich kids with the gym baby sitter who works those hours so they can wiggle their hot asses in the weight and cardio area for hot, bored men like myself. If you go later in the day, the women tend to change into fat lonely teen/twenty something 9 to 5ers.

But my point to Mika is that early in the day, generally I can play around on the computer without the worry of other residents of this fine abode pestering the living crap out of me. The computer usually wins out. Alas, the fine early morning asses at the gym are probably not going to play the fun roleplay games I play online at sites that shall remain nameless. (a darn nice participant today, by the way, who quite liked the idea of nipple clamps).

Mika trys to sway me. Mika prefers real women to computer fantasies. God bless him. Nothing like the real thing. Mika would like for me to believe that one of those pampered hard bodies at the gym would jump at the chance to play some games while their husbands are at work.

Yet somehow I tend to grasp reality a bit more than my friend Mika. So I stick to the computer in the morning and use my imaginary nipple clamps and download a video of an imaginary abduction while Mika sits there atop my computer telling me what a loser I am. Nevertheless, I relieve some "stress", and now am ready to head for the gym.

Mika hops on my shoulder as I load my gymbag and head out. "Great...just in time for the fat chicks to roll in there". I give him a look, "cmon there buddy, we're there to concentrate on a good workout...not the women." Mika twitches his nose, "Now who is full of shit big guy"?

Yeah maybe so. But it's just fun and games. Nobody gets hurt. Just fantasies in my mind. "Especially you....you smart ass mouse". Mika laughs....and says,"then after the gym lets go to the hardware store and pick up some rope and ductape and check on that hot bartender?" That crazy mouse has a one track mind. "Settle down there my little vermin friend...you know nothing here is real".

Preview Continued

2006-10-18T12:06:00.000-04:00

So let us pick up where we left off last week....
What I picture is two close friends. Friends to the bitter end. So...when our college student asked her friend to cover her ass she didn't hesitate for a minute. The plan was simple. She got to interview her subject in the motel room...and keep him in line by telling him that someone knew where she was and was ready to help when needed.

She drooled at the thought of boasting on her psychology term paper of how close she got to her subject. Interview with the sexual predator.

Feeling she is in total control of the situation she welcomes his humbleness to play the part of willing lab rat to the fullest. He offers to tie her up as he would a woman at any other encounter like this. He does remind her that she did tell him online how turned on she gets when she is tied up. He teases her and asks if she ever wonders if that could be the case. He asks for a chance to prove that he is not a predator at all. That he just satisfies the needs of both. She agrees.

Soon enough she is tied and laying on the bed. She says she would prefer that the gag is not used in his demonstration....but he gags her anyways.
He strokes her cheek and talks to her softly, "Quite the paradox that you're researching material to expose what a monster I am....yet you wore that cute skirt just like I asked and allow me to bind you with no objection, and I'm willing to bet that if I was bold enough to see that you're quite excited too."

She looks away from him in embarrassment and he chuckles as he puts on his coat and heads for the door. He says to her, "I bet you are a very successful student, but not very good at common sense. I'm willing to bet your friend has the same liability. " He leaves the room and goes out into the parking lot.

Sure enough in minutes he returns to the room with our interviewer's friend and what appears to be a hidden knife threatening her. He pushes her onto the bed next to her. He begins to bind her as he says, "I just figured that if she didn't open her car door I was leaving...and if she did...then it might be fun if she just joined us."

Both girls squirm and wiggle on the bed as he takes a variety of toys, vibrators, dildoes, clamps and such out of a big briefcase. He takes a big sigh and says, "girls...I'm going to give you an interview neither one of you is ever going to forget".

Worth the wait my droogies??

Preview

2006-10-13T12:29:00.000-04:00

I wanted to share an idea for a story...but did not have the time to do it justice at the moment. My idea is a college student who is writing a term paper on internet predators. She wants to interview one. So...she sets up a fake profile (although using her own photos) and visits the chatrooms.

Intrigued by a man who enjoys bondage and damsels in distress she agrees to meet the man. The man a little bit suspicious, but assured that our student is over 18 he arranges to meet her at a motel anyway.

Our college girl tease has a girlfriend outside watching their room. He enters and she hits him with the real reason for her agressiveness. She wants to interview him for her term paper.

He is gracious and agreeable...though hiding his irritation. He hopes that througout the evening she will display some of the lust she portrayed online...hoping it wasn't ALL just bait for him to swallow.

Perhaps the interview does not go quite the way she had hoped? Or perhaps it goes just as she wanted?

You'll just have to check back when I have time to write the full story.

Saluting: "Camel Toe Girl"

2006-10-08T08:49:00.000-04:00

This Sunday morning coffee tribute is for you "camel toe girl". Us men stand there in wonder...wondering if it was a crowbar and a can of WD-40 that got those pants over your hips. We appreciate the effort and the kind of woman who has the kind of body that can pull it off. Even though four construction workers and a circular saw would have a hard time pulling those pants off. I salute you.

Robbery?

2006-10-06T13:05:00.000-04:00

Mika and I finally made it back to the bar where that cute bartender worked. We were not disappointed. Such a sweet petite thing, curvy in every delightful way.

I just sighed and had a beer. I was fantasizing about what kind of panties a beautiful creature like that would be wearing. She had on this skimpy little jean skirt so I just might get a look. Mika spoke, the little fucker always knows what I am thinking. Which you would just figure I guess. Mika said, "something lacey...but not a thong. She knows she is going to be flashing it every now and then and doesn't want to show everything." How fortunate, yet strange that at that very second she had to stretch over the bar (at less that five feet tall, she really had to strain to get it) for an empty dinner plate. MMM...white...lacey...very nice. Mika right yet again.

Mika said, "makes the mind wander does it not"? Indeed it does I whispered, quite careful to not let the other bar patrons know that I was not quite alone. The mouse talking to me on the bar twitched his nose and was about to speak when I put my finger to my lips to signal "quiet". I said, "my turn...allow me". Then my mind began to drift and I shared the journey with my little mouse friend.

Well Mika, I see this bartender and the bar's assistant manager here at closing time after a busy Saturday night. The assistant has itchy feet and wants to leave. The girl says she still has fifteen more minutes of clean up and that he should know that it's against the bar's policy for someone to be there alone at night. He says he doesn't care and she hears the door close up front. "That little bastard", she says. She huffed and thought "just as well". She had turned down several advances from the assistant manager, and a few less minutes of his dinner offers and favorable comments on her attire was ok with her. The truth was, he was not a bad looking guy. Above average looks, and a well muscled body. However, she needed the job real bad and didn't want any work romance to jeopardize that.

Needless to say, in a matter of ten minutes a man wearing a ski hood grabs her from behind and with the threat of a knife has her well away from any windows and handcuffs her hands behind her back. She is cooperative...too cooperative. The kind of woman who has gotten out of many tough situations using her charms...perhaps before her head. He pulls out of his pocket one of those kind of gags that has a ball on it, yet it's attached to thick leather.

Still a knife at nearby, she nervously says, "You sure come to work prepared". Now quite frightened, she says, "how am I going to tell you the combination of the safe if I am gagged"? Finally the intruder speaks...he speaks very softly as he pulls the ball into her mouth, "who said I was after any money"? Quickly and aggressively he helps himself to a cheap feel under her jean skirt.

Now panic filled she squirms, but her petite body is no match for him. He puts a collar like device around her neck. Then cuffs her ankles with cuffs that have about a foot of chain span. He blindfolds her and drags her twisting moaning body to a car that awaits his plunder in the alley behind the bar. He uses a length of chain to keep her immobile in the backseat as he drives off.

Soon enough she is stripped naked and twisting on a thick oriental rug in his hideaway. He takes off her blindfold to see his naked and black ski masked body quite excited at her dilema. He "abuses" her slowly. The man with ample tools for an abduction indeed had plenty more for arrousing his captive bar wench despite her futile struggles. He laughed and laughed hard as she orgasmed...and then orgasmed again. Humilated, chained and twisting in the soiled oriental rug that her betraying body created. Yet, suddenly she stilled and realized that the wicked laugh she was hearing was one that she had heard so many times before.

She looked up as her abductor took his mask off. It was the assistant manager from the bar. She pulled at her cuffs with renewed vigor as he ungagged her. She shook away the tears of hatred and embarrassment that had welled in her eyes and started to shout speculation as to just how many years he would be in prison for what he had done.

He looked at her with a smile, and said words that stung her much worse than some of the toys he had just used. "Then perhaps we can share a cell, because long before I get locked up I will show the authorities the work camera video of the clever way you've created to pocket money from the cash register. I've kept track, must be at least a few thousand now".

She cursed and looked away as he stroked her cheek. "Any questions", he asked. She softly mumbled, "you asshole". He voiced out loud, "fine...looks like we have an understanding". She was on her belly and felt him behind her uncuffing her ankles but then crawling between her legs. "What are you doing"?, she blurted out. He said coldly, "Now it's MY turn". She kept saying over and over in a frantic, yet soft voice, "you bastard...you bastard...you bastard." She then felt the gag being pulled again into her mouth. He whispered, "well let's just keep that fact between you and me and leave the neighbours guessing".

She moaned as his thick cock plunged into her. Her pride dared not admit that it felt so much better than the variety of devices that had already taken her that evening. Yet her body didn't hide her admission. Her intimate muscles grabbing at him...her hot body dousing his rod with hot evidence of serious hope that she would accept their partnership. She moaned into her gag as she approached another orgasm. She felt his seering cum pour inside her as his rock hard abs rested on her back. He nibbled on her ear and and whispered, "shall we say...next Saturday night?" She pulled at her shackled wrists yet carressed his cock as he withdrew from her. "that's so good", he purred. "Let's call it a date".

Back at the bar the bartender of my dreams broke me out of my trance and asked me if I needed another beer. "Yes...definately", I said. She returned. "Perhaps a shot of Jack would save me a trip to the doctor too", I quipped. She laughed in that way where someone is pretending something is funny when it isn't. Mika just chuckled at me when she went to get my whiskey. Mika looked at me and says, "why don't you just ask her if she is available for some bondage sex tonight"?

"Yeah right", I said. "If that was remotely possible, what the hell would I be needing YOU for"? Mika just rolled his eyes and we waited for our whiskey.

BettiePage

2006-10-01T20:44:00.000-04:00

Mika and I were driving around and bored today so we figured that we would go to that bar where I saw that cute bartender. Closed! What a crime. A football Sunday and a bar closed. Should be a crime.

Well that adventure thwarted, I thought I would mention the Bettie Page movie that is out in DVD. A very interesting movie. Oddly tastefully done. When you watch the movie we are to believe that Bettie had no idea that the bondage photos she was participating in was a fetish for some. Maybe I can buy that. What kind of information was out there to explain such fancies in the early 50's? She thought they were just playing dress up games. Ok... whatever you say Bettie is fine with me.

Rent the DVD...good stuff.

Introducing...the Mouse

2006-09-27T10:27:00.000-04:00

I used to think it was just voices in my head that filled it with these fantasies, but I was proved wrong. I was sitting at a bar gazing at what had to be the cutest bartender I had seen in years. Then a voice started talking to me. At first I thought it was the usual voice in my head, but it seemed clearer. Then I saw it.

It was a mouse sitting on the bar by my beer glass. I looked around and tried to remain calm...and kept my wits about me as I realized that nobody else sitting around me could see the mouse. Still...when he sat up and started to talk to me, it took the fact that I was on my fourth beer over two shots of jack that kept me from screaming and running out of the bar. He spoke to me....and the voice sounded familiar.

"That's right...I'm the voice you thought was in your head." He continued, "It's been me all the time". "The reason you can see me now is that we are....evolving". The mouse introduced himself..."my name is Mika".

I knew I was terrified...but Mika put me at ease. Told me to remain calm. What choice did I have? Was I to tell the people at the bar that a mouse was talking to me?

I took a deep breath, and whispered to my new friend in a manner where the other occupants of the room could not hear me. "So it is you to blame". "You're the reason these dark fantasies are in my head".

Mika gazed at me and cracked a smile, "Blame me if you must, for a sane person that you still claim to be should realize that this is why I exist".

A sip of my beer and Mika caught me drawing attention away from him and looking at the cute bartender that had been serving me. "Well...she sure is cute isn't she"? Mika laughed...not upset at all that my eyes currently feasted on her body instead of giving him full attention.

Yes...Mika has spoken to me before I thought. We have been friends for such a long time. My best friend has been a talking mouse. I sank another shot and said out loud, "Sure Mika...tell me what you're thinking". It was loud enough for several people to look my way...I realized my mistake and when the curious onlookers saw that there was no more outbursts to come, they looked away.

Mika laughed at me and asked if he could continue uninterrupted. "Sure, Mika...tell me what you're thinking", I whispered. He spoke calmly and evenly.

"That girl behind the bar is probably desperate for cash. Flirt with her and offer her money to take photos of her. Tip her two hundred dollars and give her your address. She'll be hungry for more. When she comes over give her three hundred dollar bills torn in half and tell her that you want to take some erotic photos. Take some photos and then hit her with the bomb. Tell her that you'll pay her three hundred more to take her photo in her underclothes with her hands bound behind her. "

Mika continued,"By that time the drug you put in her drink will be taking effect and while she is drifting off you can put her on the bed and bind her ankles. Then there will be plenty of time to gag her before she realizes that her photo shoot is to become a full time gig."

I looked at Mika and he looked at me. We both laughed. I looked at him and whispered, "We'd have to be insane to think that a girl would be that gullible or that we'd get away with it". Mika looked at me and winked, "Yeah...insane." I took the last gulp that was left in my beer. I looked at Mika and said, "nothing here is real...right"? He looked at me with a glimmer in his eye and said, "sure Simon...nothing here is real".

Simon the Student

2006-09-23T07:58:00.000-04:00

I take a couple of college classes in my spare time for the most part as an excuse for a man in his forties to be around hot young sober women.

The fact that I may actually learn some things to help me at work, or that my bosses might be impressed with my initiative is just a bonus.

No doubt some of you kinky moms who read the blog are thrilled at the thought of Simon at the same school as your daughter. However, I love to sneak in the ever true line "nothing here is real". Although it is true that in High School I was voted "most likely to kidnap to have a date".

Anybody interested in intense study? Only in the spirit of academics of course.

Silence

2006-09-21T15:36:00.000-04:00

No...a saint I am not. Quite evident in the affair I'm having with a woman I met some weeks ago. A perfect playmate. She was married also to big money so just as much to lose as me. The only drawback was her bitch daughter that we also had to schedule our sessions around. I've met her in passing a few times. Twenty year old college student. Smug smile. Quite sure she suspected my involvement with her mother. Of course I had always steered clear from her judgemental eyes. Sexy dark hair...like her mother. Most definately if she had a few more years on her and an attitude adjustment she might be just as good a lay as her mom. I would know soon enough as it turned out.

So it was to be that I fucked her mother and stayed at their home just a bit too long that morning. My lover had gone to work and my prying nemisis surprised me by coming home early from school. Caught in her house; no denying why I was there. An argument ensued and the bitch said she was going straight for my home to tell my wife.

Yes...quite insane...but I grabbed her and held onto her, dragging her with me until I found some clothesline and began to tie her up. At that point only wishing to talk some sense into her. As the bindings took hold her snappy talk telling me how insane my actions were had begun to turn into screams for help. My hand over her mouth, I found some fabric to gag her. She squeeled and squirmed as I tied it tight between her teeth. A primitive gag, but effective enough to keep screams withing the confines of a house.

I think it was when one of her kicking legs connected with my balls is when I lost any sanity I had left. I told her that it was time that I teach her some manners. I dragged her into the bedroom that I had fucked her mother so many times before so the raging hard on that replaced the aching of my kicked balls was no surprise. I leaned her over the bed and in my insane anger I was mumbling something to the effect of satisfying her curiosity once and for all. She squeeled and twisted as I pulled down her skirt and I did not hesitate pile driving into her.

She took to me rather well for the defiant bitch she was minutes before. Attitude adjustment seemed to suit her just fine. As a matter of fact her body noticeably shook with anticipation when I blindfolded her and told her how much her mother enjoyed when I did that to her. I fucked her over and over the better part of the morning. The way she took to my cock after I ungagged her seemed to assure me that my secret affair was intact.

These days the routine is taking care of mom when the husband goes to work and taking care of sis when mom leaves for the day. Turns out sis quite enjoys the bondage before I fuck her. She's much nicer to me these days. Now that we ALL have our secrets.

The Dance

2006-09-15T11:16:00.000-04:00

The quiet girl at work trusts me enough to tell me how her live in boyfriend is not satisfying her...needs. Flattering. I'd take it as a signal, but I'm twice her age. Nonetheless, she's quite legal and tells me how she has an urge to dance. I think she wants to dance with me. Perhaps if she knew how I liked to dance she wouldn't be flirting with me.

It does take two to tango they say.

Puzzle

2006-09-12T11:36:00.000-04:00

What a strange puzzle we are. Our pieces our so jagged...so jaded...so unorthodox. Yet the pieces of your puzzle fit snuggly into mine. A perfect fit. Together our puzzle pieces make a beautiful picture. That's all that matters. Together we fit.

Optimism

2006-09-07T20:47:00.000-04:00

Partners

2006-09-07T16:20:00.000-04:00

I like when a friend and myself kind of throw a scenario out there we tailor it together. She suggested a nasty policeman. Her wish was my command.

I picture a girl dressed hot coming out of a nightclub and walking toward her car. The club packed, she had to park on the street several blocks down. A car parked next to hers. A man walks out of the car and indentifies himself as a policeman. He forcefully, yet professionally, pulls her to his car. He tells her that he does not allow hookers to walk his beat.

My collaborator says that my idea is good and that her wrists would have to be confined in handcuffs as a cop would do. I agree.

Our victim is too preoccupied denying she is a hooker to even think as to the possibility that the man currently cuffing her hands behind her back is not who he says he is. He has her in the backseat of the "police car" and is pulling her ankles together to cuff them also.

My friend take over the reigns. She suggests that she begins to struggle. Bewildered as to why her ankles need to be restrained. It is then that she sees pre-cut stips to tape stuck on the back of a head rest. She now knows that this man is not a police officer as he puts a packing in her mouth and taped her mouth shut.

So where does it go from there I ask? She laughed and said, "I thought you could fill in those blanks".

"That I could", I said. Then I suggested that we leave the rest up to the reader's imagination and that we get together to formulate the rest of the story together.

Deeply awaiting Friday night. She is dressing hot and going to the club. Myself? I'll be outside the club arresting hookers. The public servant that I am.

Feet

2006-09-05T10:00:00.000-04:00

As we soar past Labor day and the joy of football season starting, I must admit that it is my favourite time of year. There is a small regret though. That regret is the small fetish I have developed around women's feet. Don't get me wrong, I don't yearn to suck a woman's toes or have a woman do things to me with her feet. Not quite my thing...but of course have no objections for men who like such.

What I like is my interest in how women adorn their feet...which, of course, is most evident in the summer months. I think footwear that exposes their feet and toes to be sexy. I think a woman who takes the time to make clear that she wants a man to gaze at her feet is sexy.

I like what you ladies do to make me look. The ankle bracelets, the toe rings...yep...they work. It's sexy that you took the time make sure I've looked.

I like tan feet and their toenails painted in a way to highlight that. Though I look, I don't especially like cheap flip flops...though sandals where the sole is very flat appeals to me.

It should be of no surprise that foot displaying shoes with thin straps around the ankles get my attention. Quite easy to fantasies those shoe straps to be ankle bindings instead. I sometimes wonder if she thinks that way when she wraps those leather straps around her ankle.

But sorrow fills me to realize that winter is just around the corner. Slushy streets and cold mean sexy feet hidden in boots. A remedy is barefoot and bound in my bedroom....a nice substitute.

Writer's Block

2006-09-01T10:09:00.000-04:00

I would tell you a story...but having some creative issues right now. Writer's block some call it. Maybe you can help me? A picture can be inspirational. What do you say we look at one and see if it inspires some ideas?

Look at this photo. What a gorgeous girl. Petite...athletic, yet still curvy...and blonde. A sweet bonus. This has to inspire a story.

How about a story about me meeting this girl and we fall in love. We get married at sunset on a nice sandy beach. Two kids...one boy and one girl. A year seperating them.

But that is not what you are here to see. You know that Simon has other things in mind. Fantasies are quite a paradox. Fascinating in how they differ for other people. No doubt the married on the beach scenario IS some people's idea of a nice fantasy. However, people with that kind of fantasy are probably too busy living it...or out trying to live it to be here on this blog right now.

We are both here because our fantasies are a bit different. Call it cursed or blessed I/we see something different when we look at the girl on the pier. Ok...at least I do. Maybe curiosity has you returning so often to this blog...but at least some of the fantasies here intrigue you.

SOOOO....when I see the girl on the pier, what do I see? Let me tell you.

I see a girl who is more impressed with the money a hot guy she met at a nightspot has than she is with caution. She agrees to meet him at a pier for a day on his boat. No land to be seen and invited below. She envisions her lips to meet his, but instead they meet a chloroform soaked cloth. She wakes up nude and hogtied with her filthy rich nightclub stud naked and his sail at full mast.

She soon finds out that her nightclub mark is rich mostly from selling pretty young things to foreign countries. Blindfolded and gagged she is moved to another vessel and finds herself the main attraction in front of all kind of rich men.

Relax. It's just fantasy. Nothing here is real. Except for the married on the beach thing. I've done that. Sand does end up in the strangest places. Don't you think?

I am not a crook

2006-08-29T04:43:00.000-04:00

....and so we are not going to have John Mark Karr around to kick around anymore. The media all the fools on this one. Or were they? Is it really about the truth or ratings? Because did anyone really ever believe that this guy killed that little girl?

Disturbed sick man starved for attention. The whole thing creepy and foul smelling. Yet still never quite as disturbing as a parent feeling the need to dress up a little girl to look like a grown woman.

One has to wonder what the real killer was thinking through this? One also wonders if Karr will confess his fantasies going just a bit overboard.

Correct you are. Who is Simon to talk of fantasies being just a bit over the edge? But I know what is real and what is not real. Then again, maybe that is what Karr thought up until being on an airplane with a television camera in his face.

So does Karr regret his little game? Who knows. All people enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame as well as regret the eighteen minutes of their life they would like to erase. As for me, I'm hitting the delete button on this sicko.

One more for the road

2006-08-27T09:21:00.000-04:00

Hey bartender....bartender with the sexy collar you're wearing. I make a joke towards you among the crowd. I ask you where the other gear is to match your collar. You smile and say they are at home.

I'd like to see that I say. You wink and say, "I bet you would".

So I follow you home after work. Just a knock on your door...if only to see your reaction when she sees me would be worth the trouble. Only going inside if she invites me inside I keep telling myself.

I knock on the door. You answer. "I'm here to take you up on your offer to look at your special jewelry", I try to say as smooth as possible. You are shocked, but manage a smile. "Inviting me in"?, I say. You step away from the door. I'm only more than happy to take it as a yes....and I close the door behind me.

Your boldness in letting me in extends to a short and satisfying tour of the bedroom. "My jewelry is in the back of the closet...in the toolbox". I take the bait, but she did not lie. All the tools a man can need...for the job at hand. I waste no time and quickly...yet in a non-threatening way I confine you.

Hours later. On the bed. Still gagged and my "prisoner". You squirm...holding your manacled wrists to me...wishing to be released. "Of course my dear", I say. I look at your sexy writhing body. You see my lust. I unbuckle my pants again and softly say, "one more for the road bartender".

Let's tip our glasses to....

2006-08-23T19:59:00.000-04:00

Let's tip our glasses to the woman at the funeral who wears the skin tight bare back dress. Let's salute the attitude that states that just because Uncle Jimmy got caught in the wood chipper, it's no reason not to remind the husbands of all your relatives just how hot you are.

....mourn on baby...mourn on!

I'll Never Tell

2006-08-21T20:29:00.000-04:00

I'll never tell. I know you have some second thoughts, but lets give it a try. I know you didn't fly all the way out here for smalltalk. Don't look at me like that. You know I don't waste a lot of time with patronizing "gee you're beautiful" kind of talk. We know you're beautiful. Back home you're the perfect daughter, with the perfect job, the perfect looks....the perfect boyfriend. I'm sure someday you'll have perfect babies too. But right now you're just a pretty internet submissive whose secret dark fantasies and online play has landed you in a hotel room time zones away from that perfect world to spend some time being....imperfect.

Of course we can take it slow. I know this is quite an emotional time for you. I realize that you are still grasping that this is not just words in an instant message box...that we are really together. But sure...we can take it slow if you'd like. But I have to tell you...this is not a church picnic. This is for real. We both know why you are here. Leave now if you wish. I agreed to be your master for the evening; not your rapist. You choose. Good choice. No need to look sad. You'll be my slave for the evening...it will be so much better than from a fucking chat box. I promise; and yes...I'll never tell.

Now....on your knees and arms behind your back please. I did say please. Like I promised...I will be considerate. Yes, I know the ropes are kind of tight...but you wanted it to be real. I specificly remember you telling me that you wanted it to be real. To feel helpless. That's right baby...try it out a bit. They are not going anywhere. Trust me. I kind of like this part. The part when I start to touch you, and you fully know that you cannot stop me. It's truly the hardest part for both of us. You're either going to ask me to stop, or enjoy me. So I'll be considerate as I promised. Shall this end or should I unbutton your blouse and enjoy the breasts you have bragged about so often. I know...what's to stop me? But I'll behave.

Thank you baby. I've fantasized of touching your breasts for so long. They are indeed as nice as you've always said. No need to thank me...don't thank me for anything. Your body in my hands is all the thanks I need. I'm going to pull your skirt down and over your hips now. I want to see your panties...yes...it's ok to help...yeah baby. Lace....you always said they would be lace. They compliment you nicely.

Now let's take a look at your...no? Did you say no? Yes...well ok....I know this is hard for you. Your panties are soaked my dear...define no please. Yes I know this is wrong. It's all wrong, but our fantasies have always been so wrong. But if we both want it perhaps we can make it so right.

We've come to this point many times online. Heh...yes...maybe at this point I would gag you and fuck you anyway whether you consented or not. I seem to remember that you kind of liked that. But this is the real thing. Perhaps a good gagging would help you. Perhaps in your mind if you felt I was forceful it would actually make you feel better about this. Frankly your rock hard nipples and wet pussy make me strongly suspect that anyways. How about just a thin strip of cloth?...then I can still hear some soft words if you choose to speak after...and during?

Ok...yes? So it goes...but I'll be, shall I say, considerate. After I gag you I am going to have my way. Then I am going to work on all those fantasies of yours. Just the way you've told me scores of times before. Too tight? That's ok baby...you can tell me all about it later. No need to squirm so much...we'll take care of you soon enough. Let it go..that's right. I'll never tell.

Somebody Stop Me

2006-08-20T00:35:00.000-04:00

Guys...have you ever lusted for a girl that there is absolutely no way you should be with? You know she wants you. Perhaps she has even told you that she wants you. But you can't. It's just taboo. Off limits. There is no need to talk of the circumstances of why you can't touch this girl. You know what I am talking about. You just can't.

So you kind of pray that you be relieved of this lust before you land yourself in unimaginable deep shit. You manage to control yourself.

So some time goes by and you find yourself being able to control these awful cravings and desires. You're not quite sure why, maybe just plain maturity and willpower on your part...but you've thusfar defeated the demons.

Still more time goes by and now it's just a terrible memory. No more lust. No more guilt. Now quite able to control your desires. You are proud of yourself. After all men...sometimes being a real man is thinking of the women from your past that you DIDN'T have.

Backseat Blues Story

2006-08-18T15:31:00.000-04:00

The police were closing in. I had been sighted and the cars were looking for me, but I managed to find a car with an open door and hid in the backseat. The heat subsided, but I still needed to get out of the area and get out of the area fast. I had no choice but to wait for the owner to return to their vehicle where their day was going to take a bit of a u-turn.

A roomy four door car. It appeared to belong to a younger person. Hanging from the rear view mirror was a scarf and a pair of handcuffs. You see that once in awhile. You see cars sporting their look and I guess the idea is to convey that the driver enjoys using the cuffs...or having the cuffs used on them. I smiled, "tonight they would get their chance", I thought. I tore a towel I had found in the back into strips for further bindings.

So I waited for what seemed a lifetime, but the car was in a shopping plaza so I knew the owner would appear before too long. I hid in the shadows and watched people come out of the stores in the distance. I started to fantasize as to who the owner would be. Admittingly wishing for a female...admittingly young....I took a breath and grasped the reality of my situation. Yes...a female and a petite one at that would be nice so she would be easy to subdue. That should be the priority...yes...so I can get the heck out of the area.

That's when I saw her leaving the clothing store. Wow..could it be? She was a blonde haired beauty of small but curvy proportions. Please let this be her car I pleaded. She came closer and closer. Yes...my lucky day.

She put the key in the door and entered quickly. She paused and felt something different and noticed the missing dangles on her rear view mirror the same time I reached from behind her and cupped her mouth. After she stilled via my threats to her well being I barked my commands. "I am going to pull you into the backseat and you are going to help by not resisting...if you mess with me I'll hurt you; your choice".

I told her to lay on the seat and used her auto decor to control her. First her scarf lashed in her mouth and then I cuffed her arms behind her. She twisted and began moaning pleads of mercy into her gag as I bound her ankles with the strips of cloth I had prepared.

With her now bound and gagged I had time to view just what I had. She was beautiful. Perfect breasts...shapely. She twisted and faught the cuffs and lashings around her ankles. However, this only managed to expose some of her delicious skin for my greedy eyes.

Truth be told, I had managed to escape from a holding cell from a police lock up I had been at for about ten days. Though my mind was still intent on using the car to get out of the area, my body began to notice the beauty helpless below me.

I lifted her top over her breasts just for a peek. I knew damn well that just a peek would not be enough. I just sighed and thought that if I was to be caught...this would be worth it. I dived at her with full intent. Fondling her perfect breasts and teasing her nipples. Making those perky nipples of hers stand straight out hard despite her squirming and muffled protests make me evern more hard and excited than I already was.

She was wearing a pair of those baggy nylon athletic pants. So convenient, because once the elastic waist cleared her curvy hips then slid down her creamy thighs with ease. I unbound her ankles and she started kicking at me. I put my hand around her throat and she got the message. She layed there still as I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down low enough to enjoy her.
Only the paper thin pair of thong panties was obstructing me now and to my delight I grabbed one side with both hands and the band easily tore free with just a couple of tugs.

As is instinctive, I placed my fingers in her pussy to give me an idea what kind of fit it would be. She was hot...and soiled. I laughed and exploded in quiet laughter telling her that she was more horny than I was. Could be I was right because when I first penetrated she squeeled only once and in no time her intimate muscles were drawing me in as if she was the one who violating me.

I rewarded her enthusiasm by holding off long enough to make sure she came too. My friends she exploded every bit as violently as I did. She layed there perfectly still as I again bound her ankles for the trip out of town.

She shook her head and made muffled grunts for me to take off her gag. In a rare moment of compassion I stroked her cheek and pulled the knotted scarf out of her mouth. She spoke, "That was the best yet my love...you've outdone yourself". I returned the compliment, "You were great too, but sooner or later we are going to get caught and have lots of explaining to do if we keep doing this in public places". She embraced me and nodded after I had uncuffed her. She playfully slapped me, "Those goddamn panties cost me twenty bucks asshole".

Nicknames

2006-08-17T20:17:00.000-04:00

I was just looking at the headlines at the news of the Ramsey killer. I thought it was only natural that the accused killer has three names. "John Mark Karr". It has a nice ring to it.

Don't get me wrong. I detest what this man allegedly did. Moreover, I detest anybody who would hurt a child. The point is that he is a bad man and nowadays a bad man has to have three names.

I think I should catch up with the crowd and get a third name for myself. Of course as we all know I am a make believe bad man...nothing here is real. But I think even a make believe bad guy is entitled to his third name too.

So I am looking for your help. Let's give Simon Kade a middle name with some flair. I kind of like one of the three examples down below. I'm welcoming any suggestions placed in email or in the comments. Sorry..."Simon Sicko Kade" has already been submitted and rejected.

"Tropix"

2006-08-15T19:36:00.000-04:00

A nice dvd find for those who like a few fairly erotic bondage scenes in their movies. I nice "she falls for her captor" scene in here.

Link..."Tropix"

The Thinking Man

2006-08-14T20:17:00.000-04:00

Good looking, yet he is all business at work. You wonder if he ever thinks about you...has fantasies about you. Maybe some thoughts are best kept secret ladies.

Sunday Quicky

2006-08-13T10:21:00.000-04:00

What words could I possibly say to add to this?

The Quiet Girl at Work

2006-08-11T11:07:00.000-04:00

I was her supervisor at work. I knew she had a crush on me...and I strongly suspect that she knew I felt the same. Yet the strong company rules on supervisors mingling with the employees and the fact that she was engaged to be married made my dirty thoughts beyond fantasy. She knew the company rules, yet never held back from teasing me mercilessly when there were no gossipers around.

Yet I stopped at a nightclub after work and there she was. To my delight she also seemed to be there alone. I must confess, that I may have let her overhear my plans of going to the club after work and also it may not have been a coincidence on her part that she was there and there alone.

We drank and flirted to the point that getting her to my apartment was going to be a routine task. She took away any thoughts I may have had about consequences for going further by making fun of my attire. I went to the club right after work and was probably the only man there wearing a tie. She made jokes about some uses she could think of for my tie. My god...exit stage left as they say.

So we got to my place. Both of us were on the mindset where we both knew that we were there to fuck. It was just a matter of how and how soon. The alcohol and her teasing made me bold. So I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and kept them out of view for the moment. "Now...what were you saying about my tie"? She giggled and I went for broke. I put the handcuffs on the coffee table in front of her and told her that these were more effective and would not cut off her circulation. She looked at them and laughed. She asked me if I was going to use them and have my way? I said, "no....you teased of playing submissive....so I would rather you cuff yourself".

She looked at me first with shock...her giggles quieted. Then the way she handled the cuffs encouraged me to continue. Yes, I knew I would soon be in control of the evening. As far as my career goes. I just figured that she had as much to lose as me. Her fiance had enough bling to keep her quiet.

I started to give her commands. Bold commands. "Let's just cut the smalltalk and get to business", I said. I stroked her cheek and kissed her deeply. Then I emptied my soul, "I want you to take off all of your clothes and handcuff your hands in front of you".

The moment she hesitated seemed to last forever. I tried best to hide my relief when she pulled her top over her head. She was mine.

My cock...already at full attention, watched joyfully as she stripped. Her lips curled ever slightly in a smile when she viewed the growing bulge in my pants. Now naked she picked up the cuffs and clicked them on her wrists.

I then told her to take my clothes off. She approached me and her cuffed hands unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my pants over my erection and down my legs. I was standing to make her job easier. She was on her knees and pulled my underwear over my cock and down to the floor.

She handled my erection in her cuffed hands and instictively looked up at me looking for permission to suck my cock. "Time enough for that later my dear", I whispered. I held a thick roll of black tape in my hand and she looked at it intently. "If there are any second thoughts....this would be your last chance", I stated. I was upfront with my intentions. "I am going to gag you and bring into the bedroom and fuck you as often and enthusiasicly as you've teased me the last six months". She looked up at me and said, "do what you must do...master".

I cut off a strip of tape and sealed her lips effectively. She grunted into her gag as I grabbed her cuffed wrists and brought her to her feet. I pulled her just a bit faster than she could walk on purpose to my bedroom and roughly guided her atop the mattress. She may have resisted just a little, but was no match for my lust as I lashed her cuffed hands above her head to the steel rod headboard. As far as I was concerned, there had been far too much foreplay already. Six months of sexual innuendos and short dresses at work and her body like this in front of me. She was, however, as ready for me as I was for her.

Afterwords, I tested her submissive drive by uncuffing her wrists from the headboard and gave her every opportunity to exit my stage. However, when I told her to lay on her belly and cross her ankles and wrists behind her back she complied with little hesitation. I cuffed her ankles and wrists and ran a chain between the two to make sure she went nowhere. Her choice to continue would be well awarded as now it was time to see to her body.

We relieved each other until dawn. She quietly left and at work it was as if nothing happened. Except....she didn't tease me about "what I did for fun" anymore. She ended up quitting work after she married that rich fiance of hers. I didn't hear from her for months. Until late at night there was a knock on my door. There she was. Standing there in that cute black dress of hers. At work I had always teased back to her that her black dress was my favourite. She walked into my apartment without asking. I guess there are some things that money just cannot buy.

Self absorbed my space tour

2006-08-10T20:17:00.000-04:00

Yes...what to do when you're bored and have not much to do. You surf myspace.com - that's what you do. One thing I do is pick a city at random and search for a candidate for the "My Space Self Absorbed Chicklet of the Moment" award.

Runner up goes to a girl who refers to herself as "FlipFlop". I quote her. "I play by my own rules, so please think twice before stepping into my life".

No problem sweetheart.

Our Phoenix winner goes to "Angie". Angie enlightens us all by saying, "I'm pretty. I know that sounds conceited....but it's not".

She kind of has the Marcia Brady with attitude thing going for her. For being so pretty, the photos don't do her much justice. One would have to check her out in person. However, her Mommy and Daddy would probably insist on her being home by 10pm and that would not leave quite enough time to booze her up enough for her first shag. Better check the I.D. of this starlet first guys.

Hot August Day

2006-08-09T11:00:00.000-04:00

Just another boring August day. Right after this woman audits my business. An audit actually is not scheduled...but I plan on begging her to crawl inside my pants and audit everything.

Then I plan on hitting a tan. My tanning place is right next to a bicycle place. I see enormous people leave the bicycle shop with bicycles that they paid hundreds of dollars for knowing that in a year or so that these bikes will be the featured item at their garage sale.

Then on to the gym. I have to confess in this forum that I am happy with my weight and physique. However, I just go to the gym and go through the motions so I can drool over women in tight spandex. Another advantage is once my eyes are feasting on such a beauty, I can sweat profusely without drawing suspicion to myself.

Then perhaps I will cap my day with a beer, a sandwich and some kind of story of picking up a couple of friends at a wedding. Just another hot august day.

Fear of Clowns

2006-08-07T17:30:00.000-04:00

...just for laughs.

This just in...

2006-08-06T00:52:00.000-04:00

This just in...everybody over
there hates each other.

Why can't we all just get along?

That's better. Just one
big happy family.

Her Request

2006-08-04T11:12:00.000-04:00

My girlfriend...the typical girl next door type. Only I knew the truth. A girl who craved bondage sex like no other girl I ever knew on my time. On other people's time she was the type that helped the neighbour kids sell girl scout cookies. Who would know.

There came a day in our relationship where she confided a fantasy that she had. She said, that if conducted by a trusted man, that she wished to feel like she was kidnapped and abused by her abductors. I was the trusted man. I was true to her trust. Indeed I would never harm a hair on her head. But nevertheless, I liked the play we had thus far to seem real. I didn't like to do things half heartedly. So I offered to fulfill her fantasy. On the condition that if she wanted it to feel real...then that is the way it would be....few questions and no second thoughts.

She agreed.

So it was to be that we set aside a weekend where this game would take place. She wore the sexy outfit I recommended and the game began. Consensually I blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. She seemed a bit confused. Perhaps she thought I would have been a bit more rough. I sensed her befuddlement, but was quick to tell her that once gagged her adventure would begin...and there would be no turning back. She said, "please do" and I placed a soft packing in her mouth and lashed it in with a strip of cloth. I then pushed her on the bed and tied her ankles.

There was a knock on the door and I let three men inside. She twisted on the bed as the conversation took place. I had a gambling debt to the boss of these three men. A huge debt. Creatively, I had arranged to exchange the use of my girlfriend's body for the debt to be erased. She, of course, starting squirming on the bed and moaning at hearing such. The men surrounded the bed and made comments to the effect of "the big guy is going to be pleased".They fondled and groped her body. All the while she heard the shutter of a camera hard at work. She felt men's hands on her breasts...teasing her most private areas...while another was now ripping her clothes off.

They rolled her on her belly tied her ankles to the bedposts and began to silently grope her body mercilessly. The silence was broken by one of the men saying that they can say confidently that the boss would want to keep this one. I objected immediately and said that the deal was just for a couple of hours and that I was to be in the same room. The one man drew a gun and told me to sit down and shut up. I pleaded them to reconsider. To leave. That I would get the money...some other way. The men's concentration were all on me while she twisted and squirmed on the bed. She heard the sound of a gun hitting my forehead as my pleads went silent.

She felt the men unlashing her ankles from the bedposts and swiftly tying them together. She faught a man lifting her nude body from the bed as another voiced a strategy to get her to the car undetected. She struggled and shook her head, muffled screams of objection coming from her mouth. Oddly, one ot the men still taking photos of her dilema.

She was stuffed inside what may have been a limosine, her eyes still blindfolded quite effectively. Her struggles were subdued by strong hands around her upper arms. Her struggling body was shoved against one of the men with a comment to the effect of "see if you can settle this little hotty down." She was against his back and his hands began touching her in much more an intrusive way than she had been handled thus far. She couldn't help it, but began to react to his touch. One hand on her nipples just right. His other inside her...definately now on a mission. The more signs of arrousal she showed, the more encouraged he was to make her cum. Still the annoying sound of a camera shutter recording everything. Despite this, her body began to spasm and shake as she exploded. Her now still body layed lifelessly on the seat of the car as she heard the door being opened. One of the men made a comment about her being a bit more cooperative now.

The man was right in that she did not resist at all as her nude and bound body was hoisted atop a man's shoulder and brought into a room. She was placed on a soft bed. "The big guy should be quite pleased", he said leaving her in the room alone. She layed there. Frightened....but perhaps more frightened that her body was quite arroused waiting for what layed ahead.

Finally, she heard a man enter the room. The blindfold was taken off her eyes. She seemed first shocked, then upset...then still with anticipation as she realized the "the big guy" was in fact me and that she was back in her own bed. She began to twist and squeel in delight as it was finally time for my payment of a job well done.

Afterwords I answered a few of her questions. I told her that it was me inside the car that seduced her and that the photos taken of her adventure was all the payment the other men needed for their help. I assured her that the thickness of her blindfold would mask her identity if or when the photos surfaced. I failed mention that these men are also paying for a nice vacation that we will be going on. However, a man does need some secrets of his own...does he not?

V is for Vavoom

2006-08-03T14:22:00.000-04:00

Showering with Natalie Portman...
link
brian's page

Hate Me

2006-08-02T18:35:00.000-04:00

Hate me because you don't want me to take your photo...but you let me anyway.

Hate me because I tell you to take your clothes off. You don't want to....but you do it anyway.

Hate me because I tell you that I wish to cuff you....and twist not in the agony that the cuffs bring; but that your desires match mine.

Hate me for the way I make you feel. As a submissive. Hate me all night long. Hate me forever.

Changes

2006-08-01T11:17:00.000-04:00

The other evening I saw a woman that reminded me of a woman I was madly in love with many years ago. Ok...twenty five. She is still the most beautiful female creature I have ever laid my eyes on. Every now and then I see a girl that reminds me of her. Of course, it being 25 years later, just how would she really look now?

I think when we are young and date we laugh at the saying that you look at your date's mother or father you can see what your date is going to look like years into the future. Well....if that is true, then nowadays a good glimpse at my former flame would be a real humbling experience. Her mother was not very attractive. Who am I kidding? She was ugly.

Let's be fair here. If she thinks of me every now and then, she may imagine me looking like my dad too. Believe me, that is enough to keep nostalgia in check. My dad was no male model in his forties...and that has not changed at all. Now in my forties, I think I've done a good job holding off father time pretty well. Of course I'm biased.

All in all, best to keep the past in the past and enjoy the present. So just a few drinks in her memory before I hit the road should be harmless.

Secrets

2006-07-29T12:30:00.000-04:00

Can one find harmony with the mate one chooses without them knowing what really hides in the shadows of your mind?

Lust wins out Part Two

2006-07-27T09:32:00.000-04:00

I brought her inside the house and tossed her on my bed. I was blessed in that she was everything she described herself as being to me. Though petite her legs were lucious and sexy. She wore a sexy, yet not sleezy skirt with attention getting high heel shoes; yet not such that she looked like a whore. Her struggles had partially unfastened the buttons on her white blouse. She had always told me that I would not be awed by her breast size, but one look at her tight perfect ass told me that her tits would be the tight perky mounds that a woman who keeps herself in shape would possess. She did not lie to me. I felt even more an obligation to live up to her expectations. To not waste her time as she put it.

She played the struggling victim well. She twisted on her belly on the bed while I was busy "not wasting my time". I reached up and under her skirt and pulled down her nylons and panties to her tied ankles. I unbuckled my pants and quickly discarded them. I told my wiggling captive that I was now going to untie her ankles and take my first sample. "We could do this the easy way or the hard way", I said. I requested she be nice or that I could spend some time tyng her legs to the bedpost....her call. She layed there still as I unbound her ankles. Other than some short high pitched squeels, her body eagerly accepted her....ransom. Admittingly I headed her challenge and did not waste my time.

Her body was spent as well as mine as she was quite cooperative when I uncuffed her hands and shed her of all remaining clothing. She often mentioned that once in my clutches she would like it if I talked to her like she was a slut. I admit it also arroused me when I said, "Now lay your sweet little ass on the bed and cross your wrists and ankles. We both know my mission is to fuck your slutty ass as often as possible...but lets not take any chances shall we". She remained gagged and of course could not answer, but her obedience at my command told me she did not feel we were wasting our time here.

Soon enough she was tied with soft yet effective binding ropes and promptly I shed all my clothes and crawled next to her. She lay on her side and moaned softly as I whispered in her ear, "it is now time to make sure your body is attended to". My hands were then all over her sweet curvy body. Fondling her breasts...getting quite hard again as she squeeled and lurched when I pinched and squeezed her nipples. Her legs opened up and she encouraged me when my fingers teased her private area. Now writhing in heat I slowed and told her that I was ready to fuck her again. This time most anxious to do her slow enough to make sure I explored every inch. Her ankles had been tied in a manner where I still had plenty of access as she lay helpless before me on her back. As promised, i started to fuck her slow. Both enjoying the ride and finding a path that would not hurt her when I decided to thrust harder. I concentrated this time only on her pleasure, taking time to arrouse her fully before driving her to her goal....and mine. Her body tensed and twisted in the ropes that imprisoned her as one orgasm proceded to the next one...and yet another. I decided to hold off my now well filled rocket. We still had all night.

I then hogtied her just restrictive enough to keep her from strolling from the bed. While drawing her ankles close to her wrists I told her she would be my little fucktoy for the evening and that my if she did a well enough job servicing me throughout the evening then I just might consider releasing her in the morning as I promised.

Of course, a real kidnapper I wasn't, but I greedily admit the quick look of panic in her eyes and watching her pull at the cords around her wrists sent shivers down my spine. Our adventure indeed did end in the morning with passionate kisses and not a man turned insane. Yet, in a way she will be my prisoner forever...and me hers.

Lust wins out

2006-07-25T11:31:00.000-04:00

Months of online teasing finally met the end of it's journey when the woman of my dreams herself initiated a meeting. She was sexy and bold, where she listed her conditions to play out our fantasy. She told me that she wanted to experience the best she could what it would be like to be at the mercy of a kidnapper...with her body being the ransom. She was straightforward with her conditions. She wanted me to play it for real and that she had the right to stop it up until the first time she was gagged. She told me she wanted to do it with someone she trusted, yet at the same time posed a tremendous element of danger. A man she traded fantasies with in an internet chat box seemed to fit that requirement. She challenged me. She said, "I better not be wasting my time". I assured her that she had no worries in that regard.

So we met at a public place and felt each other out. In due time we went out to my van and away from public view. I made an excuse to go into the back of the van and in short order my hand cupped her mouth and I dragged her back there with me. I pushed her down on a mattress in the back and handcuffed her arms behind her back. I released her mouth and asked if I should continue. She shot me a glare and said, "like I said...I better not be wasting my time". I promptly gagged her and hogtied her. Once the girl next door internet tease....now a captive at her request.

I brought her to a residence that was set up for our arrival. The garage connected to the house was convenient and a relief to not have to worry about being seen carrying my catch into the house.

(part 2 next post)

That Black Dress

2006-07-21T09:24:00.000-04:00

She continued to send me tease photos of herself to my email address. I was flattered because the fantasies I suggested online seemed to match both of our desires. We finally agreed to meet. The rules, such as they are, were set. My promise was that we were going to live out our fantasies just as we discussed them in our messenger box.

She wore that little black dress that she always bragged about. The one that guaranteed a man would turn their head. All I can say is she was not boasting. She was breathtaking. She entered the motel room and I told her to turn around so I could get the full view. She did and purred as I cuffed her arms behind her back. Oh yes, she was definately there to play as she promised, but although discussed many times...she was not prepared to be gagged so soon.

Her head shook and she struggled, but I silenced her well. I admit it that after months of online teasing that I had to have her right away. I confess that foreplay was not on my mind...it appeared she was misguided and was thinking there would be some introduction . Simply pulling her nylons and panties down her legs would have to do for foreplay right now.

I made a comment about having to take care of myself now and that I would have all evening to take care of her properly. I took care of business and I took care of it soundly and with purpose.

When finished, her perhaps thinking she was going to be released, struggled as I tied her ankles. I brought her to the bed and set her upon it. I climbed next to her and started to fondle and grope her squirming body.

I boldly exclaimed that it was now her turn to be taken care of. My fingers must have found just the right spot as now my "captive" seemed to move her body as well as the bonds allowed to encourage me. I probed her body endlessly untill it started to spasm uncontrollably. She squeeled in delight into her gag. Once quiet I released the gag and kissed her deeply.

"What comes next", she softly said. "Whatever I choose...as you insisted", I replied.

My favourite part

2006-07-20T18:17:00.000-04:00

I'd say before the age of thirty a woman's ass can be deceiving. The youth factor can do many favours for a fine woman. That mixed with some blessed heredity. However, I will say that once a woman is over thirty, a woman's ass can tell me all I want to know about a woman.

It tells me if she takes care of herself, or whether her specialty is sitting on that ass. The one thing about a woman's ass if that if it looks like it's best use is sitting, then one can count on that ass growing even bigger as the years roll by.

What a woman places upon her ass also tells me a myriad of information. I like a woman who wears something clingy on her ass. It tells me that she is proud of her well tended ass. Her showing me every luscious curve tells me that one of her great joys in life just might be the company of an admiring man and not a bag of doriotos in front of Desperate Housewives. Yeah baby, you're over 30 and it takes work to keep that ass looking that way. I know that. I appreciate that.

I like the way that kind of woman walks. She walks like she knows that men are watching that ass as she walks by them....and she doesn't care. I like the confidence. I like the visible panty lines too. I guess I'm supposed to think that you don't know I can see them. But I know that you know exactly what I can see. I like that confidence too.

I know all about you already baby. I like what I see. Let's get to know each other more.

Play...

2006-07-16T23:21:00.000-04:00

You get me closer to god.

Her Secret

2006-07-13T19:53:00.000-04:00

Quiet, reserved...who would have known? So it came to be one day that the short stories she wrote of slaves and their masters were discovered by her boyfriend. He confessed his finding the writings of her passion and asked her if she would enjoy an evening existing as a character from her mind. He admitted her vivid stories put some ideas in his mind also.

So it was to be that she was ordered to enter their candlelit bedroom and he demanded her to strip to her underwear. She was told to kneel as he placed the restraints on her wrists. She voiced a shy admission to being arroused. He responded with a remark to the effect of slaves should only be seen and not heard. Then he took a scarf and gagged her.

To her delight, he was having a much easier time working into his character as opposed to her. He fastened a collar around her neck and connected a length of chain to it. He gave it a yank and asked if they should procede to chapter two. He pulled out her gag and she said, "chapter two please".

Discovery

2006-07-09T18:22:00.000-04:00

Late night party at the man's apartment. An interest in him for quite some time. Last one to leave the party on purpose. Lust and rum punch making you bolder than usual. Another drink and a trip to the bathroom. The path to get to such is through his bedroom. Hearing him on the phone and knowing he is preoccupied. Curiosity has you searching a the drawer of the nightstand by his bed. Wondering if condoms would be in there. Smiling and hoping that he is far less shy than he leads on. A velvet box and you open it. Inside a pair of handcuffs.

A booming voice startles you so much that you lose your breath. "If you told me you like to play; it could have saved us a lot of smalltalk". He tells you to lay on the bed and that he will show you how they work. Intrigued, scared...yet full of lust. Knowing that if you show disapproval that you'll never have another chance with him.

You comply and cannot help but gasp as he draws your arms behind you. Arroused, yet scared you ask him what he is going to do. He says, "everything".

Simon says....relax

Power exchange at the airport

2006-07-08T07:16:00.000-04:00

The other day I was at Simon's metro airport waiting to pick someone up from an arriving flight that was, of course, late. They don't let you go to the gate area anymore unless you have a ticket. So what is one supposed to do to occupy your time?

My somewhat warped mind happened to let an hour go by like ten minutes watching airport security. I enjoyed watching the power these guards had over the hopeful passengers. Snooty sexy women in tight business skirts being told to take off their shoes and suit coats. Clearly not the kind of women who are accustomed to being told what to do. However, they are very aware of the consequences of not being told what to do. Also the challenge of them doing it and keeping the "attitude" to a minimum. One false word and some she-male named Helga will be with them in a special room feeling them down until their flight is long gone.

Perhaps an intimate evening is in order with my lady via this scenario. She puts on a tight sexy business suit/skirt and I pretend I am airport security. She gives me the "do you know who I am" attitude. I take her to a special room to strip search her. ( I know...a man would not be allowed to do this; but it's Simon's airport and I make the rules )

I'd say there would be a good chance she would end up in handcuffs just to make sure we're all safe.

Oh my. Well there is nothing wrong with a little "attitude". Just be patient my dear....you'll get your wish.

Taking it slow on HNT Thursday

2006-07-06T07:59:00.000-04:00

Myself and a curious special friend spent some time discussing how she would procede with her passions, yet feel somewhat in control until she grew to trust me completely.

I told her of my attraction to nice long belts from soft bathrobes. I love how they can be so efficient at binding...yet their presense close to the bedroom is always unthreatening. In our discussion, I suggested tying her hands in front of her in a way where it be very apparent that with minimal struggling she would be able to set herself free. She teased me and said that once her hands be tied that I may be allowed to tie her hands over her head to a bedpost.

I admit it amused me. Her talking of what she would allow me to do. But though I often say that nothing in this blog is real, in a real situation like that nothing would be done without her wishes. This I do know...the more this particular passionate woman "allowed" me to do, I know she would not regret it. I know I would give her a taste for more. I know that the day she gives me full control and trusts me completely is the day that she will feel complete. I know it's what we both want.

Messenger

2006-07-03T19:54:00.000-04:00

Of course he was shocked when he stumbled upon the file in his girlfriend's computer. His live in girlfriend was everything he had ever dreamed of. Smart, beautiful, outgoing...but he never figured kinky.

So she left for work that morning having forgotten to log off her computer. It started as him wanting to go on the internet to check his bank account. Innocent enough...but curiosity took over. He found a file where logs of instant message conversations were stored. First he was shocked then intrigued as he read some of the conversations. They were mostly with one particular screen name revolving around bondage roleplay.

They had been going out for months and she moved in with him about five weeks ago. Oddly he was not all that much upset that she was having these erotic conversations with an internet stranger, but he was perplexed that she had not relayed her attraction to bondage sex to him.

He read some of the conversations she saved. First to get a feel for what she craved....later because it arroused him. When she got home from work he decided to come through with a tongue in cheek promise he had given her. That was for one day to have a candlelit dinner waiting for her. It's just that desert may be a bit of a surprise for her.

The mood was set. A wonderful dinner was had. A bottle of wine was well tapped into. He made a move toward her and shortly were in the bedroom.
Except this time where he would ordinarily be closing in for the kill he said, "lets play a game". The stories he read all afternoon taught him a lot. From the way her body purred...he was a good student.

So it was to be that a few weeks later she went off to work and again her computer was still logged on. He could not resist and dived into her computer to see if there were any more entries in her..."library". There was one new entry. However, all the other entries had been deleted. His heart jumped because she named the file in a way that requested him by name to open it.
The smiling busted hacker opened the file and in it read, "My love...I'm so glad you found my secret. Now you are the only skeleton allowed in my closet."

Taken Away

2006-06-30T08:23:00.000-04:00

A sweet young runaway. Desperate for money. Seemingly harmless. A man wants to take some bondage photos. Treated decently. No reason to be afraid. Except his camera has long since been put away and still you lay there. Cuffed and gagged.

He has spent quite some time on the phone. You cannot quite hear him. All along you've known that sex may be in the mix. But you just figured it would be bonus money to the generous amount of green already in your purse for posing while subdued.

The longer you twist on the bed, the longer you think about the reality of your situation. Nobody knows where you are and there is nobody in your world that would ask a single question if you never return.

Was just hoping to be taken and then let go and now knowing something much more sinister lays ahead. Several men enter the room and touch and fondle you like produce at a supermarket. A last man with you alone...he insists on that. He pinches your nipples. They cannot help but stand erect. His hand under your skirt. Fingering your pussy. Soft moans for mercy flowing from your gagged mouth. He continues. His fingers inside you...teasing you. Quickly your body responds...easing his intrusion. He smiles and stops.

Money exchanges hands. He is given what is very apparently the keys to the chains that are holding you. He lets you see a needle and tells you that you are coming with him the easy way or the hard way. You nod obedience. Your legs are uncuffed and you are led to van. Told to lay on the floor he binds your ankles with rope. He then hogties you citing insurance for a sudden change in attitude.

You lay still on the floor of the van. The van apparently on highway pavement. You ran away from home eight months ago. Abusive step father, a denying mother. Hoping to start a new life. It's been so hard. Hitting rock bottom "modeling". Pulling at the cuffs around your wrists and then just thinking that maybe this is for the best. Perhaps no more worries. That though involuntary, there is someone now in your life that will be taking care of you now.

2006-06-26T23:01:00.000-04:00

Too Far?

2006-06-25T16:59:00.000-04:00

Have I gone too far at times? Yes I have. I admit that. Dark desires and opportunity can sway judgement. I am the kind of man that motivates a woman to talk her husband into letting them go on vacations "with the girls".
Handsome, the appearance of money and the promise of a good time. Those qualities tend to sway her judgement too.

I'll spare the drama and get to the point. I met her on the beach on my Mexican vacation. We met later that night and via the benefit of my bullshit and her insatiable taste for long island ice teas and we were in her room as soon as her self respect allowed it.

Maybe it was the sexy little rope bracelets she wore on her ankles. But I knew she was the one. I couldn't stop thinking of roping her ankles with my own rope bracelets.

So in the room we made love. Quick. Animal-like. It was good. Good for her that is. My appetite was only just beginning to churn. So I made some jokes about bondage sex and she laughed about no toys for that being in her room. I bragged of my improvisational skills and teased me to do my worst.

I used some fingernail scissors in the bathroom and grabbed a bedsheet. I quietly cut long cloth strips with the material and brought them toward my adventurous soon to be screw toy.

Now when I said that I think I went too far I mean that I was very aware that the sweet thing laying on the bed had no idea what awaited her. But I tied her up anyway.

The deed progressed predictably. She was quite out of it yet as I tied her wrists behind her back. She started to awaken and even giggled a bit as she pulled at her wrists and watched me binding her ankles together. But when she saw that strip of cloth with the big knot in the middle of it heading toward her mouth...that's when she got a bit excited. She objected and started thrashing around like a hooked fish when I was securing that gag behind her neck. No need to hear from her at that point. At that point the only thing I would want to hear from her is something to the effect of, "use me any way you wish". But I was going to do that anyway so what is the point?

It's cold...yet inspired. Evil...yet passionate. I use methods to make sure she trusts my contol and eventually her body responds to my touch. Her mind cannot help but follow thereafter. When it's all over I admit there is not much to say. When it's over and all is accounted I feel she has used me and I have used her. She'll go back to her husband. Never to say a word about it. Me...I sleep just fine at night. Perhaps that in itself is having gone too far.

Car Wash

2006-06-21T18:34:00.000-04:00

I consider these weekend charity car washes to be the minor leagues of cheerleading. Think about it. So you're a girl wanting to make the cheerleading squad and you cannot quite make the team. What do you do? Well...you have a desire to wear skimpy gear and to strut your stuff in front of the boys. So you practice in the minor leagues to work on your craft so that someday you can be good enough for the major leagues. Charity car washes. That's the ticket. Wet and in bikinis at the corner of major intersections begging strange men to let them rub their sponges and perhaps other soft and flexible body parts on their cars.

It's demanding and degrading, yet the girls work hard so perhaps they will be noticed and promoted to the major league club cheerleading. Standing on burly gay men's shoulders so you're high enough to be noticed and high enough for me to look up that teensy little skirt of yours. You've made it now. In the big leagues.

Boys will be boys

2006-06-16T10:52:00.000-04:00

I was thinking today that it is not at all unique for a man to have a hobby that...well...does not appeal to the masses. But what is a real man to do? Does a real man conform to satisfy the masses? Or does he stay true to himself? I think Ben should keep riding.

In that spirit, I don't think my tastes appeal to the masses. But I am not changing. I fully admit that a man's appetite for the...controversial may leave him looking a bit disfigured at times.
I cannot speak for Ben, but I wear my scars proudly.

My name is Simon. I enjoy women in bondage and fantasies of rough sex. Hop aboard my motorcycle...or get the the hell out of my way.