She lay there tied up, unable to move her arms or her legs. The room was mostly dark, only lit by two neon lamps at each corner of the room—one was red, the other more pinkish. She couldn’t see much of the light because of the blindfold; she could only see what spilled out from around the corners of the mask. She heard heavy footsteps approaching and got excited; she knew Master was coming to play with her. Ropes lined he...

Scott had been messaging his fiancé, Darcie, all night. He knew she was drunk, and possibly a little high. He didn’t mind, she always was more willing to let loose when she had taken the edge off a little bit. Scott knew deep down inside that Darcie desired more, he knew that she occasionally dreamed of fucking other men and women, but she was too nervous to pursue those fantasies herself. He knew she was a few drinks in...