He managed to give her a feeble smile. ‘I understand, Evelyn,’ he whispered. ‘You had to do this. I’ll never hate you for it.’
The words made her lips tremble. ‘I - thank you.’
She grabbed the knife from the floor and began cutting through the ropes that wrapped around his legs.
‘Let me see you again,’ he blurted.
She almost dropped the knife. ‘W - what?’
His eyes were earnest. ‘I said I want to see you again.’ Evelyn shook her head quickly.
‘No,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t you understand? I’m cursed. Damned. I can’t stay in the same place for more than five years; lest people become aware of the way my body refuses to age. You need to go home now, Adam. Forget what happened here tonight. It was a dream.’
‘But -’
‘No!’ she said her tone serious. ‘I don’t have friends and I certainly don’t have boyfriends.’
‘Don’t you ever get lonely? Want someone to confide in? Evelyn, please - I won’t leave until you agree to see me again.’
She moved toward his face, her eyes like open wounds as she studied him. She could see the resolve in his expression. She tousled his hair with her fingers. A tear clung to the corner of her eye; when she blinked it trailed down her cheek and across her lips.
‘Goodbye, Adam.’
He felt her hand tighten around his hair, wrenching his head forward. When she brought it down hard against the slab, her mournful eyes were the last thing he saw before everything went dark.
When his eyelids fluttered open, he wasn’t sure where he was at first-the room was bare, stripped of furniture and paintings. His head was ringing. He felt the carpet beneath his fingers and he turned his head to find that there were no ropes, no slab - no Evelyn. But his eyes caught a crumpled piece of paper lying several feet away, and he lurched toward it, his head reeling. He brought the note close to his face and his eyes frantically combed the words.
Dear Adam,
Please forgive me. I had to. Friends are a danger I cannot afford. Please understand. Though I doubt it will lift your spirits, I want you to know that I genuinely enjoyed being with you, and I know you’ll find happiness in this world of cruelty and degradation. Don’t worry about tidying up after yourself - I’m abandoning the apartment for good. I’ve had enough of the sun and the ocean. I’m thinking somewhere where there’s snow. Perhaps Europe...
Love,
Evelyn
He let his body sink to the floor. As he took deep, ragged breaths, the faint scent of apples curled around his nostrils as he sobbed into the carpet.
‘Bound’ To Sell by Teresa Joseph
Having worked at the company for almost three years and having made no attempt to hide the fact that I was a lesbian, I suppose that it didn’t come as much of a surprise when one of the other women came over to ask me if I had a lot of lesbian friends.
More than just idle curiosity, however, it turned out that Sally was also a lesbian and that, to my initial horror, she made a bit of extra cash holding sales parties in the evenings and at weekends. But rather than selling Amway, Tupperware or any of that rubbish, I actually breathed a sigh of relief when she told me that she sold fetish bondage gear.
Of course, before you can hold any type of party, the first things that you need are some guests and a place for them to go. And so in exchange for a share of the takings, I agreed to invite my friends to my house the following weekend and play the dutiful hostess.
On the night of the party, having dolled myself up, bought half a dozen bottles of wine and laid out a wide variety of snacks, I waited for all my friends to arrive. And then, resisting the urge to ruin my lipstick with a little lesbian foreplay, I did my best to keep things civilized until the saleswoman turned up.
‘Good evening, ladies.’ She greeted us warmly as she made her way up to the front of the room and opened up her sample case. ‘My name is Sally, and I’m here to help make your sex lives even more exciting than they are now.’
Having already drunk a few glasses of wine by that point, it was difficult for me to tell the difference between my friends and a gang of immature schoolgirls as they sat whispering and giggling around the room. And so when the saleswoman asked for someone to step forward and help her demonstrate what she had to offer, as well as being the hostess I was also the only one who was sober enough to volunteer.
A few moments later, once Sally had fastened ten normal looking black leather straps around my wrists, elbows, thighs, knees and ankles and a belt around my waist, I was groaning with satisfaction as she tied a smooth leather collar around my neck and fitted me with a soft rubber ball-gag. And as I stood there savouring the tingle in my pussy, the saleswoman turned me to face the audience so that the presentation could begin.’
‘The ‘Ultrabond 2000’ system is a revolution in fetish bondage play,’ announced Sally, taking a remote controller from her case and asking me to hold my wrists up so that everyone could see. ‘Because while it might look like a collection of ordinary leather straps, it gives you absolute control over your lover’s body and literally puts her under your thumb.’
The next thing I knew, the straps on my wrists had pulled together like a pair of magnets. And although I tried to pull them apart, it was as if they were locked together and there was nothing that I could do.
‘Simply by pressing this button,’ Sally continued, ‘I’ve activated two of the electromagnets that are inside the leather of this woman’s wrist straps, forcing them to lock together no matter how much she might try to resist.’
And as they watched me struggle in the vain attempt to separate my wrists, my friends stopped giggling and looked on in absolute silence; worried that this was all just part of a confidence trick, but eager to see what else these leather straps could do.
‘But of course, each strap has more than one set of magnets.’
And before I knew it, my ankles had been locked together and my wrists had been pulled down to link with them as well.
‘And you can unlock one set of magnets without unlocking the others as well.’
Standing in my own living room, gagged and trussed up like a Christmas Turkey as my friends looked on, I was relieved that Sally switched off some of the magnets before I lost my balance. However although my ankles and wrists were no longer fastened to each other, now that she’d fastened my knees to my elbows so that I couldn’t bend my legs, it still looked as if I was reaching down to grab hold of my ankles and I was still as helpless as could be.
‘Now, I realize that you might be sceptical,’ said Sally as she endeavoured to reassure my friends that this really wasn’t a trick. ‘And so please feel free to come up here and inspect the straps for yourselves.’
But as I stood there bound and gagged, in a position that practically begged my friends to spank my bottom and reach up the back of my skirt, since I already knew that I was helpless, I really felt as though I was the one who needed to be reassured.
One of my friends came up to ‘inspect’ the equipment, gently caressing my helpless body and causing me to groan with delight.
‘Does that feel good? If I reached down to stroke your pussy, would you try to stand back up?’
But not even waiting to see if I nodded or shook my head, a few moments later I was whimpering loud enough for the whole room to hear as she gently reached up the back of my skirt, pushed the crotch of my knickers to one side and began stroking my juicy, wet slit.
‘And what if I gave you a spanking?’ she teased, still fingering my pussy as she used her free hand to hitch my skirt up around my waist and smack my pert, round rump.
By that point, I think I was so horny that even if I had been able to stand up, I would still have just held onto my ankles and let the woman have her way. But as it was, however, there was no way that I could stand up until Sally deactivated the cuffs.
Of course, there was still a long way to go until the end of the presentation. And so a few minutes later, o
nce everyone had come up to see just how helpless I really was and savoured my moans of satisfaction for themselves, the saleswoman finally deactivated the cuffs. And once she’d given me a chance to smooth my skirt down and push my hair back away from my face, she carried on with the presentation and proved just how much of a puppet I’d actually become.
‘If your lover is pretending to be your French maid, then by pressing this combination of buttons, you can make her stand like this.’
And as a magnet in the strap of my ball gag was activated, pulling it down towards my collar and making it look as if I was bowing my head, I felt my knees and ankles pull together, my elbows become locked to the sides of my waist and my wrists bind together as they had done before. And before I knew it, as much as I might have tried to struggle, I was suddenly a meek little serving girl, standing respectfully with my head bowed and my hands in my lap, waiting for my mistress’s command.
And if you want her to beg like a loving little puppy.’
I actually whimpered as, after an extremely brief moment of freedom, I was literally pulled down onto my knees as the straps on my thighs were pulled towards the straps around my ankles. And as my head was pulled back by the magnet in my collar, my elbows were pinned back to my waist and wrists were pulled up under my chin in the perfect begging position.
The saleswoman playfully scratched me behind my ears, evoking delighted howls of ecstasy from every one of my friends.
‘Who’s a cute little puppy?’
I knelt there feeling the juice from my pussy begin to ruin the cloth of my skirt and knickers. The magnet in my collar meant that I had no choice but to look up at her, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one who was feeling horny. And so as my friends all uncrossed their legs to finger their dripping wet pussies, too mesmerized by what they saw to want to fuck each other but too horny not to wank, Sally quickly slipped off her knickers as she decided to put my new obedience to good use.
Allowing me to move just enough to crawl up to her seat, the saleswoman then used the remote control to force me to kneel down in front of her with my wrist cuffs pinned to the back of my belt. And once she had removed my ball gag and given me a long loving kiss, she ordered me to lick her naked pussy, and I eagerly obeyed.
At this point, I feel I must confess that, no matter how long I might live, I don’t think that I’ll ever experience something so intensely erotic as being completely bound and helpless while licking the pussy of a woman who’s taken complete control of your body. And as I began to submit completely to Sally’s slightest whim, I realized that as well as control of her body, she was also taking control of my mind, of my heart and of my soul.
Even when I had finished licking the saleswoman’s pussy and she had the deactivated all of the magnets to allow me to take a break, I still knelt there like an obedient little sex toy, ready and willing to obey her every command. But although it looked as if the presentation was over, there was still one last thing that she needed to demonstrate.
‘Oh dear, I almost forgot,’ giggled Sally as her finger hovered over one of the buttons on the remote control. ‘If you want to reward your gorgeous little sex toy, then all that you have to do is this.’
The moment that she touched the button, I climaxed so hard that I almost saw the gates of heaven as an extremely mild shock of electricity began to surge through me, causing every inch of my body to tingle and stimulating me to a point of ecstasy that I had never imagined possible.
‘Also, if you want to kiss your lover or let her lick your pussy at the same time, then you can enjoy her reward as well.’
And when one of my friends came over to give me a kiss and Sally pressed the button for a second time, we both began to squeal with orgasm as the surge shot through both of us like a bolt of pure joy.
Despite the fact that the presentation was now over and we were all desperate to buy, we were all so desperately horny that I would have been willing to carry on licking everyone’s pussies for the rest of my natural life. And so once my friends had all taken off their knickers and I had rolled over onto my back with my ankles fastened to my wrists, Sally literally ripped off my skirt and knickers and we all descended into an orgy that I’ll never be able to forget.
As each of my friends then took it in turns to sit on my face or kneel down between my legs to lick my own dripping pussy, Sally stood watch over us with the remote control, forcing us to climax over and over again as she sent a surge of electricity through each of our willing slits. And for the next seven unforgettable hours, as we all, licked and fisted each other’s pussies to the point of unconsciousness, and Sally’s device forced us all to climax over and over again, I am proud to say that I remained the obedient little sex toy until the very end.
The next day however, having dragged my exhausted body into work as usual but still grinning from ear to ear like the mindless little sex toy that I had become, when Sally asked if I would like to host another sales party the next week, I simply had no choice but to refuse.
‘Please mistress,’ I whimpered pitifully. ‘Please let me have two weeks to rest before we have another party. I don’t think that my pussy could take any more.’
After The Funeral by Elizabeth Cage
Although she would never admit it to anyone else, Claudia was actually relieved when Mark died. Theirs had not been what you would call a fulfilled marriage. She had never been too keen on sex, so she could hardly complain when he sought his pleasure elsewhere. But it was his attempts to introduce her, convert her, to practices she thought were just plain wrong that really annoyed her. I mean, tying someone up before making love to them -what was that all about?
‘At least he didn’t suffer,’ her sister, Helen, said in an effort to comfort her, though she didn’t need comforting.
His BMW had crashed into a wall, head on. Brake failure.
The police and insurance people had finally satisfied themselves that it had been an accident, despite the fact that Claudia would inherit the Harrington fortune after her husband’s unfortunate demise.
‘So, how much did he leave you?’ asked Helen.
Claudia eyed her sister curiously. Was she hoping for a handout because she was family?
‘The town house, the country house, the villa, multiple investments. An obscene amount, I hope,’ she replied.
‘Although I won’t know for sure until I speak to the solicitor. He asked me to come in later today, to sort out the paperwork.’
The office of Elliott Westerham and Associates was in the city centre, a big Edwardian converted house, tastefully decorated. Mark and Elliott had got on well socially and Elliott had visited the house on occasions, so they were on first name terms. But, for some reason, today Claudia was aware that he was regarding her oddly, as if he was uneasy in her company.
‘Elliott.’
‘Claudia.’
He looked and sounded formal in his pin-striped business suit. He handed her an envelope.
‘Mark left this with me. You were to have it after his death.’
‘Is it to do with the will?’ she asked, with a little too much enthusiasm.
‘Open it.’
He was making her uncomfortable, staring at her. She ripped open the envelope, keen to get the legal affairs over with. As she started to read, her mouth dropped open. Eventually, when she had read the letter twice more, she looked at Elliott.
‘Is this a joke?’
‘No joke. Mark was deadly serious, excuse the pun.’
‘So you’re saying that unless I respect Mark’s last wishes, I won’t get a penny.’
‘Correct.’
‘But have you seen what he’s asking me to do?’
He blushed. ‘Yes.’
‘Did you put him up to this?’
‘Of course not. Mark was very strong-willed, you know that.’
‘I can’t. It’s just too.God, I don’t even want to think about it.’
‘Then Mark�
��s entire estate goes to the Donkey Sanctuary.’
‘Now that is obscene.’
‘You have until tomorrow midday to make your decision. Go home, sleep on it.’
Of course, she couldn’t sleep a wink, cursing Mark for treating her like this. He knew her views on anything she regarded as remotely kinky. She had made that very clear. The next day, she went back to Elliott’s office, having carefully considered what the money would get her and trying to imagine life without it.
‘I’ll do it. Under protest, of course.’
‘Of course. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.’ ‘Thank you. But I don’t see why you have to be there.’
‘I have to witness the proceedings, to ensure Mark’s will is respected. I hope you understand.’
The house was in a cul-de-sac - an upmarket but otherwise ordinary looking house in a relatively affluent part of town. She allowed herself a nervous smile. She had visualised a gothic mansion. Her fingers kept involuntarily reaching up to touch the leather collar around her neck. She wasn’t used to being restricted in any way at all. Part of her wanted to tear it off, yet a part of her that had always remained hidden felt a strange comfort.
She shuddered as Elliott helped her out of the car, her thin black slip clinging to the contours of her firm and supple body. No underwear, just a pair of shiny high heels. All part of Mark’s instructions. He had been very precise in his requirements. A stickler for detail. What she wouldn’t do for him in life he was going to make her go through anyway. She wondered if he was laughing from his new home beyond the grave, wherever that might be.
The door was opened by a very tall woman in a tight rubber dress and heavy make-up, who gestured her and Elliott up the stairs to a warm room, lit by candles. Swathes of red silk were draped across the walls and floor. The air was heavy with exotic incense.
A large mirror lined one wall. In the centre of the room was a small wooden table, draped with a velvet cloth.
‘Sit down.’ She was taken aback at Elliott’s firm tone.
As she moved forward he said, ‘No, take off your slip first.’
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