I watched as her expression rippled from blank incomprehension to shock, to a slowly dawning understanding and acceptance, and finally to a deep sense of release and then: pure happiness. Her eyes overflowed again, but for a different reason. She nodded vigorously, unable to speak, and threw her arms around me again as if she were accepting a marriage proposal. “Is that what you want?” I said softly into her ear. “Yes. Oh...
I walked down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. The sun was beginning to set and the trees in the park cast long shadows over the flowerbeds and benches as I crossed the square. Halfway across I stopped and looked back. The last of the sunlight was still glaring off the windows of Nadine’s office building, so I couldn’t see into her office at all, but I was fairly sure she was watching me. I waved, then turned and conti...
I wasn’t all that surprised when the next day 4:45 came and went without a word from Nadine. In fact, I’d anticipated that possibility: I knew that during our lunchtime encounter she had been taken very far very quickly, and that afterwards her first reaction might be denial. Which is why I was now standing in the parking lot outside her office building. I let a few extra minutes go by then entered. It was only a five-...
Nadine and I had known each other slightly for years, our paths occasionally crossing in the smallish community we live in. Not friends, really – just a casual conversation once in a while when we happened to meet. And maybe just the slightest spark of something else, a hint of possibility not even tacitly acknowledged. Then one day coincidence brought us both to the same Thai place for a late lunch. Very late, actuall...
For this interactive audio fantasy, you will need a dildo or equivalent. Wear a skirt, a button-front blouse and matching lingerie. You can be bare-legged or wear stockings or socks, but no pantyhose. Shoes can be whatever you think is suitable. You may also want to use the back of a chair to hold on to at some point.----------------------------------------------------------Your Master has come to visit. You meet him...
Diana had only been home a few days when James called. He apologized for not calling sooner, explaining that he had been moving into a sublet apartment in town for the summer as he would be working as a research assistant for one of his professors. Diana, in turn, told him what she was doing and they chatted casually for a while. Then there was a pause, and after a moment James said, “I, um, got your...message.” Diana...
Diana had been half-hoping, half-terrified that after her last words James would have simply pushed her back onto the floor or thrown her onto the bed, spreading her legs and taking her roughly like the slave-girl she had become. But she should have known better. Although obviously very much aroused by her words, James spent a long moment just looking into her eyes, considering, before nodding slowly and saying, “All ri...
Diana held out for as long as she could - which turned out to be not very long. Even as she hurried back to her room that night her footsteps unconsciously slowed as her mind returned, over and over, to what had just happened. She would shake it off and pick up the pace again, only to find herself drifting like a sleepwalker once more, her hand having crept under her shirt to touch the still sticky semen James had left on...
As it turned out, there never was a third date. Not as such, anyway. For Diana, the next couple of days were a blur of desire and confusion, with more than a little bit of guilt mixed in. She was conservative by nature and nice girls simply didn’t do what she had done, in her opinion, especially with a man she hardly knew. She felt as though she were blushing continuously, as images from that evening appeared and reapp...
CHAPTER ONEDiana loved visiting her Master at his apartment, even though it terrified her. The ritual she was required to perform before she was even allowed to knock on his door was nerve-wracking and humiliating. It was also almost unbearably arousing and never failed to make her pussy soaking wet. Which was the whole point, of course. As always, she was extremely nervous and looked around before beginning her ritual. T...
They knew each other by sight. But they had never seen each other before. They had been sexually intimate in ways most couples had never imagined. But they had never touched. They had been in a deeply committed relationship for months, learning to trust and please and care for each other. And now, at last, they were going to meet. It was something neither of them had ever expected. They had met online and quickly lea...
This is another interactive audio in the 'Bedtime Story' series, which allows the listener to follow instructions from an imaginary Sir and verbally respond to his questions and commands. Here is the scenario: Sir has ordered you to stand before him and strip naked. And now he has tied you to the bed, spreadeagled and blindfolded, for his enjoyment. PREPARATION: Tie appropriate lengths of rope to the feet of your bed, o...
They were in his car, heading for a remote cabin in the Catskill Mountains.Michael was kidnapping Karen.Although he didn’t know it.And Karen certainly wasn’t about to tell him.Because he wasn’t, really.And besides, it was her idea. ---------- It all started with a silly attempt at humor on Michael’s part: One Friday on a summer evening Karen drove to Michael’s apartment building after work, as she often did. As she crosse...
This is bad, Chelsea thought. This is really bad. David hated it when she was late. And she was very late. And her cell-phone battery had died. And it had taken forever to find a taxi because it was pouring rain.And it was their anniversary.They had met exactly one year ago. June. Chelsea's mouth quirked into something between a smile and a grimace as she remembered how it had happened.It was because she'd been late. Davi...
This audio is intended to be listened to - and its instructions followed - with earbuds in a public restroom. As with previous Bedtime Stories you will occasionally need to make verbal responses to my instructions. However, if even whispering aloud is too risky where you are, you may respond under your breath or even just in your imagination. Or if you’re too shy to follow these instructions in public you may listen an...
