Glancing at the bed table clock, she realised that she'd have to hurry if she wasn?t going to be late. Unfortunately, now that she was entrapped by his creation, she knew it'd take a while to finish dressing.nnThe stockings weren't a problem, attaching them to the garters was however. The stockings pulled on the garter, the garter on her labia. In her already aroused state, the increased pull was pleasant, but only just.nnShe decided against knickers, somehow she knew that they'd spoil the effect. Instead she reached for her shortest work skirt. It came to just above the knee, sexy, but not too revealing. It did however had a decent spilt up the side, though it usually overlapped enough to stop too much thigh showing.nnNext would be a top, but here she was stuck. Her proud, bound breasts, jutted almost obscenely in front of her, her nipples extended by those fiendish rings, and what mage it even more difficult, there were those damn weights hanging from them.nnShe started by trying on a loose blouse, something that wouldn't be pulled too tightly against her chest. Once it was on, she realised that it wouldn't do. Although it did manage to mostly cover up her adornments, the feel of the material as it slid across her way too sensitive nipples was distracting, very distracting. The feel of the blouse was centring all of her attention on her nipples, making her so very aware of how badly she wanted to cum. With a start she realised that she was cupping her bound breasts, rubbing her thumbs across the tips of her nipples, revelling in the feelings rushing through her. She wasn?t going to make it like this; unfortunately, all she was doing was turning herself on even further.nnShe tore the top off, and tried a tight sheer top.

Tuesday - February 14, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the third day of a fourteen-day vacation with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is happening. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnThe phone is ringing which wakes me up. I look at the clock and it is 10 AM. I grab the phone and the voice says, "This is Mistress Trudy. May I speak with Heather or Amy?"nn"This is Heather."nn"Is Amy around there, Heather?"nn"Yes, but she is in the shower."nn"Is it possible for you and Amy to slip into swim wear and as you near the pool make a left and come to the Dungeon?"nn"Let me check with Amy."nnI check. "Yes we can."nn"Great, breakfast will be waiting."nnAs Amy and I are walking our way to the pool, we experience the usual comments from the guys seeing us in our very skimpy swimsuits. Amy asks as we walk along, "I wonder what's up with this visit to the Dungeon that Mistress Trudy desires.

I started dating my wife 12 years ago. At the time we met she was 25 and I was 26. A few words about Aly, my then girlfriend, she can be shy in a cute way and tends to be more conservative or at least at the time I thought so. Now after knowing her for 12 years I would say she is very much like the stereo typical wild librarian behind the glasses and conservative dress. She has a warm, sensuous smile with the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. Her hair is ash blond, she has nice firm 34C breasts with succulent nipples and long toned legs that are to die for. I was immediately attracted to her at first sight. Through the first weeks of our relationship we grew close very quickly and like any new couple the sex was nonstop and hot. This story takes place after two months of us meeting.nnShe lived in NYC at the time and I lived in Washington, DC. So we typically saw each other on weekends – giving a lot of money to Amtrak. This particular weekend we met at the beach house she had rented with some friends at the Jersey Shore. nnI managed to get out of work a little early hoping to beat the traffic; I called Aly to let her know I would arrive around 5:30. It had been a long week and I found myself looking forward to a quiet night, some drinks, dinner, great sex and then bed. nnI was not expecting the night I was soon to experience. When I got there, she was dressed in a white t-shirt that clung to her every curve and a short skirt that showed off those long shapely legs. She was a site to be seen with her full breasts straining against the fabric showing her dusky nipples. At this first sight of her I could feel my cock stirring with anticipation. nnIt had been a week since we had seen each other and it was apparent that we were both passionate about each other in the way we embraced and kissed each other hello. I knew that I was in love with this girl and that I would one day marry her.

Traveling is my favorite thing. I've been all over the world without any problems, until Africa. I had rented a car to explore one of those exotic dictatorships of the dark continent and I was having a really great time. As a gorgeous, blond, single woman, I have come to enjoy men learing at me lustily, undressing me with their eyes. It was a blast, until I tried to leave the country. nnHandcuffed behind my back I sat on a wooden chair next to a table in a room with no windows. I must have been there for an hour when a uniformed black man suddenly opened the door, walked in, and sat on the table 2 feet away from me. nn"You know Miss, your in big trouble." nn"What's this about? Why am I here?" nnHe looked at my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks from the excitement. nn"Drug smuggling is a serious crime." nn"I'm not a smuggler. The drugs must have been planted." nnHe rolled his eyes upward in their sockets and stood up. He paced about the room and then crouched behind me. nn"Miss, you're in big trouble and you'll cooperate if you know what's good for you." nn"I'll do anything you say. Just let me go.