BDMS

I’m unsure how it transpired. Someone knows someone else, who has a friend who is aware of another. All I knew was that I had received a telephone call. A business like voice saying my presence was required by a Ms. Rebecca Noah, an address and time given. When I asked to what did this pertain I was simply told it was a personal matter and that I would be expected. The line going dead.

I knew the individual. I mean I knew of her. Rebecca Noah was a well known socialite and philanthropist

My name is Sam. I am a videographer by trade. I create corporate promo and training videos, although I also supplement my income by doing about 10 weddings per year. As fate would have it, the confluence of my two businesses brought me in contact with the RJS law firm and the most thrilling night of my life.

The story starts six months ago. Out of the blue a woman called me inquiring about a corporate recruitment video she wanted produced.

She told me she was friends with another client I had

Metallic grey skies had hung over London for days before finally bursting into hours of torrential rain. Tom felt his spirits dampen beyond retrieval. He had been walking in Regent’s Park, the grim weather keeping it almost empty; now he needed some resolution to his mood. It was either Mozart on the South Bank or the whores out East.

He called a cab but by the time he reached Hungerford Bridge he realised that even Mozart’s sublime genius could not rescue him to-night. He gave the

3:55pm

I’m starting to shut down the office when I hear the “blip” on my computer that signals Yahoo! just received a message for me.

4:01pm

I put the office phone on night ring, close the blinds and turn off the lights. I sit down at my desk and get ready to log my computer off when I remember that I have to check emails. Damn!

4:07pm

I skim the emails, deleting some and spamming others, when I find the one I’m looking for. It’s from you and it’s labeled

She knelt down by the door of the bathroom, completely naked, her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed. The short copper hair was tussled, but her overall appearance was neat. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her today.

He stepped out of the shower, completely naked. He chuckled. “My my, someone doesn’t like clothes very much,” he noted, very pleased with his slave. She was in position, didn’t bother with frilly knick knacks, and was ready to

Brooke was home from summer vacation and already had way too much time on her hands as it was, but this summer was different she was home from her sophomore year of college and she was undecidedly single. Brooke was short, and thin. She had large breast, and a nice round ass. At 19, her dark skin, and long hair made her a vixen that she was proud of being. She walked around with very little to cover her voluptuous body, but that didn’t matter she loved being looked at. She loved the

CHAPTER 1

Jim Walker was heading south in his camper van on a quiet secondary highway in the Central Plateau of New Zealand, passing through thousand of acres of pine forests rearing up green-like sentries on both sides the route, when he spotted two female hitchhikers up ahead, with small packs on their back.

“Traveling light and sexy,” Jim announced to aloud.

His mom would have said don’t stop for anyone when driving alone but his mother wasn’t riding with him in the

A blindfold is snug around her head as she waits for her Dom to return. He said good things would come to her tonight and He never lies.

Although it has only been minutes since He told her to kneel and wait, it feels like a century before she hears His heavy boots coming down the hall. He enters the room and firmly closes the door behind Him.

His steps are slow and calculated as He circles her, taking in her posture, her hard nipples, her parted mouth. She hopes she pleases Him. It

The pizza deliveryman had noticed the girl who ordered the Italian subs before. Her bright eyes and long raven locks were hard to miss and when he stood by her desk while she paid, it seemed that she always leaned forward a little too far. She always had a smile for him too and on more than one occasion he could have sworn that their fingers lingered when she paid him.

He hoped that today would be one of those. He walked to her desk and looked around, she was in the office all alone, he smiled.

He doesn’t need to blindfold me.

The room is dark as pitch, even with my eyes wide open, staring so hard that I can feel my pupils dilated fully, making my ears ring, all I see is dark in dark.

The high backed wooden chair I’m tied to is the only solid thing my senses can grab hold of, the harshness of the rope that binds my hands tightly behind my back and my feet to the chair legs.

Another around my waist stops me from moving my hips more than slightly forwards.

I jump slightly as