BDMS

Jamie sat in his kitchen, studying the woman across from him. He squinted through the smoke from his pipe and, for a moment, saw her as she had been when they met. He smiled at the memory. She had been 19, he 35. Neither had believed the other could be interested in themselves. Yet they were. Then she had been young, pretty and immature.

Now she was older, wiser and definitely beautiful. In 2004, when he had last seen her, she had been…well, a little on the too heavy side. Now, 4 years later,

Standing in the doorway, she watched the sweat drip down the gardener’s chest. The tall, muscular man, had stopped beside the mower and wiped his brow off with a well-tanned arm. She waited restlessly for him to notice that she was standing at the door in a cropped T-shirt and a pair of tiny white underwear. She had been trying to get the man’s attention all day.

Caleb shut the mower off. His work was finally finished. Now, he thought, it was time to go give the lonely widow what

The mittens didn’t make the crawl very easy, but she followed as best she could. The tile floor hurt her knees a bit, but she focused her mind on the deed her master laid before her. They entered a room at the end of the hall, and it was rather large. A cold silver steel exam table laid in the middle, and along two conjoining at the corner walls were lined with cabinets. A counter top lined underneath the cabinets.

A light fixture for a very powerful light hung from the ceiling over the

Her head bends reverently forward to rest on his knee. His hand is eager to stroke the light brown locks that fall covering her reflective green eyes. Her eyes are his to see or to cover at his desire. For a moment he wishes to see her sparkling eyes and the gentle smile that so gently curves her soft lips, but not for long.

Her breathing becomes rhythmic as her heart begins to shift blood to places that only seem to fill with warmth in his presence. She desires nothing more than to be right

It all began with a conversation.

Five friends sat at a table in the food court at the local mall: Jerry, Amanda, Evie, Zane and Linda. They had all been friends since high school, and though it was almost eight years and several different experiences later, getting together once a month to go see movies was still something they made sure to schedule.

Jerry and Amanda had married, Evie had gone through two divorces, the same as Zane (though each had married other people, not each other twice),

It was with some frequency that James Hartman returned to his old stomping grounds in the ATL for job related responsibilities. Atlanta held many memories for James, good times, pleasant reflections and melancholy longings. It was a trip he always took with much anticipation because it presented itself with the hope of exploring his deepest, darkest, most perverted desires. James had a dark side that hadn’t had an outlet for quite some time.

On this particular trip, wanting to step up the

I remember when I took you off on a romantic get-away. At our one year anniversary I stole you away to a vacation cabin nestled away in a secluded valley of Hocking Hills. We spent time hiking through the trails hand in hand, observing the beautiful scenery, and listening to the sounds of nature. The sounds of birds singing in the trees, bee’s buzzing, and the wind sifting through the leaves all added to the delicious adventure.

At one point on our excursion we even kicked off our shoes

Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the night reminding me of every mind-blowing moment with you.

The ache has become a new friend.. there to greet me when I awake after each

“…When you greet me at your door I want you to be wearing your dildo-pants. Oh, and wear them under your tightest pair of jeans. I’m taking you out tonight, and yes; I do want you wearing them out in public. I’ll see you in a bit,” I said, and then hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

I knew from the way I had worded my ‘request’ that it almost guaranteed her non-compliance; it was the ‘out in public’ part that she would balk at.

I must admit, I was impressed as soon as I set my eyes on him.

His wrists were bound tightly together with a piece of rope that was fixed to the ceiling through a single brass loop. His feet were drawn back toward his buttocks with another piece of rope pulled through the brass loop, keeping them firmly in situ.

He hung like this, suspended in the air, his body forming a lopsided “U” shape. His knees were his lowest extremity at around 3 feet from the floor. He was clothed only in a