Bondage and restriction

Daniel marched the family into the unremarkable, remote, signless building. The door opened to a small empty waiting room. At the end was a clouded plexiglass divider separating a person from the room. Daniel walked over to the window enthusiastically, Sarah his wife followed quietly. Trailing behind cautiously were his sporty teenage sons Freddie and Chris, finally at the rear was Nicole. In case visual clues were not clear enough to express her dissatisfaction, the slamming of the door cleared that up. “Please don’t do that.” Sarah timidly advised. “Please fucking tell me where we are.” Nicole shot back. “Hey Bret...

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately...

Next morning I showered, waxed my pubic areas, armpits and legs till I was smooth as a baby’s bottom, and dressed in my dressage gear. I loaded my horse in the trailer and with mounting excitement, drove off to Ranulph’s stables. Ranulph himself was waiting to greet me, which he did in an open and friendly manner as he helped me unload my horse and settle him into his new stable. There was no sign of Rachel and for the moment it appeared that we were alone. Then he invited me into his house. We went in through the imposing main...