Here is a short sample from another one of my books. It is entitled "A Wife Afraid to be
Tied" and is available from the Kindle Store on Amazon.com. Here is the direct link:
Without making it obvious I went to the garage and found the
roll of clothesline that we no longer used.
Using the garden sheers I cut off three good-sized lengths and tucked
them in the pocket of my robe. I then
made my way back upstairs. Slipping out
of my robe, I retrieved my vibrator and laid it on the bed beside me. I then tied one section of rope around my
left ankle and fastened it to the corner post at the foot of the bed. With difficulty I followed suit with my
right ankle. Then using my teeth I
wrapped the third length around both of my wrists. I could not figure how to tie them off to the headboard so I just
lay there with my hands extended above my head.
Right on schedule, Alex came into the room. I could tell by the look on his face that
this was the last thing he expected to find.
He cautiously approached the bed.
I don't know why he was moving so slowly; perhaps he expected a monster
to jump out and grab him.
"You didn't do a very thorough job on your
wrists." He informed me.
"Well, I thought you would want something to do
yourself. I doubt that I can escape
from a big strong man like you before you could secure my hands."
Without comment he went to work on binding my wrists. I thought he pulled the rope a little
unnecessarily tight but I was not going to complain. He then stretched my hands as far as they could reach and tied
them off to the headboard of the bed.
I don't know what I expected but it was not what Alex did
next. He simply removed his clothes not
even giving me a little show, climbed between my legs and thrust himself inside
me. He made no effort whatsoever to
stimulate my clit. He just started
grinding his hips against me and within a few minutes shot his load into my
vagina. He then pulled out of my body
wiped his cock against my leg and went into the shower.
I lay there in shock hoping that he would come back and do
something to relieve the dull ache I felt inside my cunt. I had been so excited that it would not have
taken much to bring me off but I was expecting so much more.
Alex took quite a while before he emerged from the
bathroom. I was disappointed that he was now fully clothed. Apparently he was done with this
experiment. He then looked my way as if
I was an afterthought. "I hope you
enjoyed that as much as I did. And just
think you did not even have to fake an orgasm because I didn't give a shit if
you had one. I really like you tied to
the bed that way. I think I will leave
you that way for the rest of the day.
And maybe I will even come back for another quick fuck later. Have a wonderful time." And before I could even reply he left me
tied and helpless as he left the room and apparently the house.
First shock set in and then came anger. If I could only find a way to get myself
free I would make that son-of-a-bitch pay for this. And then came desperation.
What if he had actually left for good?
I might die from thirst. I
remembered one Stephen King book about a woman tied to a bed. Of course her husband had died of a heart
attack after tying her up. Surely Alex
would come back and free me. He
couldn't hate me this much, could he? I
allowed my mind to slow down. I tried
to think of who else I could count on to come looking for me if Alex did not
come back. If I didn't show up for work
on Monday, maybe my boss would try to call.
But certainly he would not become so worried that he would notify anyone
else. I didn't speak to Linda that
often and she had just seen me yesterday so I could not rely on her for
rescue. My mother might become curious
about the aftermath of her Saturday party but all she would do is try to
call. Well one good thing had come of
all this. I was no longer sexually
excited by the thought of being tied up.
I don't know how long I had lain there but at some point I
felt my hands start to go numb. That
was when I really started to get worried.
The thought struck me that perhaps the circulation to my hands was being
cut off because Alex had pulled the rope too tight. If that was the case I did not know how much longer I could go
before permanent damage set in. That
was when I began to scream at the top of my lungs. I did not know if anyone could hear me but we did live in a
housing project with very little distance between lots. Perhaps if one of the neighbors was outside
I might attract some attention. And so
I renewed my efforts at sounding like a woman being violently attacked. I was almost hoarse when my efforts were
rewarded. I heard someone loudly
knocking at my front door and I used the last of my voice screaming for
help. The knocking continued and I was
afraid that whoever was there had not heard me, but then I heard the sound of a
siren approaching the street. I was
going to be rescued after all. But then
I realized that I was also going to found lying tied and naked by a total
stranger. Or so I thought.
Soon more and louder knocking could be heard. I tried as best I could to yell but my
throat was dry and hoarse. I was
desperately afraid that they might think it was a false alarm and leave but
then I heard the sound of breaking glass.
Within minutes the bedroom door opened and two firemen entered. They looked truly embarrassed but with as
much decorum as possible came and untied first my hands and then my feet. I quickly grabbed the corner of the spread
and threw it over me to hide my nude body but also to hide the vibrator that
Alex had never used but had left by my side.
And then to my mortification I looked up and recognized both of the
firemen. They had been two of the men
that had performed the day before at my mother's house. Apparently they moonlight as exotic
dancers. And one of them was the man
that had stuffed his card into my bra.
He looked around to make sure that no one else was within hearing and he
bent down with a soft voice. "When
I said that I wanted to see more of you I did not think it would be this
quick. Too bad there are so many
witnesses around. We could have a lot
of fun otherwise."
I really wanted to say more but just then a policeman
entered the room. "Ma-am I need to
take your statement about what happened here but I am going to step out of the
room long enough for you to get dressed.
When you are ready I will be waiting downstairs."
"Oh, great."
I thought. "What am I
supposed to tell the cops happened here?
Just some kinky Sunday sex gone wrong." Surely I could not have my own husband arrested for playing a
game that I started. And was there even
a law that was broken. When everyone
left the room I got off the bed. I
rubbed my wrist and checked it to make sure that my hand was not turning
black. Within just a few seconds I felt
the blood returning and the color of my skin returning to normal. What would normally be the worst of my
worries was over. But the worst of my
worries was waiting for me downstairs.
I grabbed what I felt was the least sexy thing I could find, an old pair
of sweat pants and top and then shoved my feet into an old pair of flat-heeled
sandals. I wanted nothing to remind
anyone that had been in that room of what they had witnessed.
By the time I found my way to the living room all that was
left of the rescue crew were the cop and my favorite fireman. He was the first to speak. "Ma-am I need to check your wrist just
to make sure that your are all right.
It appeared the rope was pulled pretty tight and I want to make sure no
permanent damage was done. He only
examined me for a few seconds before pronouncing me fit to live. It did seem though that his fingers lingered
a little longer than necessary. And
then with a slightly embarrassed look he said goodbye and left me alone with
Mr. Policeman.
"Ok ma-am if you would let's start with your
name."
"My name is Mary Andrews." I informed him. "And there really isn't any reason for you to make a big
deal out of this. My husband was just
playing a little game and got carried away.
No harm was done and I do not want to file any charges. In fact this was really all my fault."
"Look Mrs. Andrews.
I know this may be a little embarrassing but I have to take your full
statement. The neighbor who called this
in seemed to think that you were being brutally attacked. While the firemen assured me that they saw
no evidence of that, surely something went on to cause you to scream as loud as
you did. Where is your husband at this
time?"
"I am not sure."
I said sheepishly. "I heard
him leave sometime ago."
"And he just left you tied to the bed?"
"That pretty much sums it up," I replied. "I am sure he will return
shortly."
"Do you think that would be before or after you lost
the use of your hands?" He asked
sarcastically. "What kinky games
you and your husband decide to play are up to you. However, I can make a good case for domestic abuse from the fact
that you were left helpless without any supervision. Not only could permanent damage be done to your hands but also if
a fire had started you would have died from smoke inhalation before help could
have gotten to you."
"I assure you officer, my husband did not mean me any
harm. Can we not just drop the whole
thing and pretend it didn't happen?"
"I am afraid not.
I will file my report with the district attorney. Whether he files charges or not is up to
him. However, you will be getting a
bill from the city for the time and expense of sending trucks and paramedics to
your house. It is covered under the
stupidity clause of the law." He
then closed his notebook, rose from his seat.
"You have a good day ma-am." He said as he made his way
towards the door.
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