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If you are checking this blog this morning you are probably expecting one of my giveaway posts.  You know the ones, a free chapter or a free sample or a free story.  And don't give up.  Those types of posts will return.
But this morning is one of my I need to vent, posts.  You see almost daily now someone on my Facebook page will post something that starts with, "I want to see who is reading my posts, not just skimming them".  And then they go on to tell me that I must read every word and then comment and copy and paste it to my timeline.  Some of them even threaten to unfriend me if I don't follow their instructions.
Well, hell, I too would like people to read my posts.  That is after all why I take the time to post them.  But if I threatened to unfriend people that did not read or comment on my posts I would not have any friends or followers on Facebook or Twitter.  Of course I have no idea how many followers I have on twitter because I have no idea how to use the service.  I have an account but if it were not linked to this blog I would never send a tweet.  So If you actually got this far in this post and know how to use Twitter please feel free to clue me in on exactly how to use it.
What might be a better idea for those that want people to read their posts, might be to actually post something that people might like to read.  Right now politics is the "in" thing.  Of course if you choose to comment on politics be prepared for some type of fire storm in return.
The other types of posts that really tick me off are the ones where someone tells me how bad they are feeling.  Some of them sound almost suicidal.  But for some reason they never tell me what is so wrong with their life that they are on the brink of ending it all.  Now if it is because they or someone dear to them has cancer or some other deadly disease,  let us know that.  Those of us who are religious in nature could then at least offer prayers and those that are not could at least commiserate with them.  But don't stand on the bridge staring at the water below and not at lease let me know why you are there.
If you are an author and you aren't making any money from your efforts, I will definitely commiserate with you.  I know exactly how you feel.  Of course I won't be able to tell you how to right the ship since mine is already on the rocks.  What I can tell you is to figure out why you are writing in the first place.  My first book was written for my own pleasure and to get an idea out of my head.  But low and behold people started telling me how good the book was and so I got another idea in m head that I could make money off of it.  Now some 30 books later I discover that was only a fantasy.  So I have gone back to writing for my own enjoyment and hopefully for the enjoyment of a few of you folks.  I give away a little of my books hoping to hear a few kind words from the people that read them.  And I am starting to write short stories that I can post completely on line free of charge.  If anyone is interested let me know.
My email address is wandapeters1@yahoo.com.

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The Voyeur, The Preacher's Wife and The Bride to Be

A Story of Female Domination and Control

Amy and the Maid

Shadow scanned the multiple monitors in front of her.  This was her passion and because she had won the big lottery she could afford to indulge herself.  And it had taken a good chunk of her winnings in order to set up the massive surveillance network for the hotel.  All three hundred rooms were equipped with remotely monitored cameras all connected by a secret and invisible wireless network. And what was the point?  Shadow liked to watch and every once in a while she got the opportunity to participate.

And right now was one of those times. Although the girl had dimmed the room lighting to a minimum, Shadow could still see the scene in front of her.  Amy Henderson was into self-bondage and as Shadow watched she was in the process of tying herself up for the night.  Once the ropes were secure and the keys locked in the small time lock safe she had beside her and once the cuffs were snapped into place Amy would be rendered helpless until 5 a.m. when the time lock would release.  She chose 5 a.m. because that was early enough that no maid would be starting her housecleaning chores and there was little possibility of her being discovered.  Of course that was part of the allure of rendering oneself immobile.  There was always the chance that someone might discover what you were up to.

Shadow was intrigued as she watched the young blonde woman methodically begin to wrap herself for what Shadow hoped would be an uncomfortable position.  She was completely naked except for the heavy leather collar around her neck and the leather ankle and wrists cuffs that she wore. Her breasts had been wrapped with rough twine to the point where they looked like they would pop if someone took a small pin to them.  That had to be painful.  And then the woman picked up a red and black corset from the bed and began putting that on.  Of course her breasts would not fit into the cups of the garment but those cups would fit underneath her swollen and nearly purple globes.

Shadow could only assume that once the corset was laced tightly closed that the girl’s tits would be pushed even higher and tighter than they presently were.

And the girl did lace the garment tightly.  She had a special hook that she used to pull the laces as tight as they would go, with the eyelets actually touching each other.  Shadow could see the girl’s breathing becoming labored as most of the air in her lungs was pushed out and up her throat.  And finally, both laces were pulled up over Amy’s shoulders and tied off to a ring in the heavy leather collar that was locked around her neck.

Shadow could hear the girl begin to moan softly and she was wondering if at this painful juncture that Amy might decide to call this whole thing off, but Shadow hoped that she would not.

Next with great effort, the girl pulled her right foot up and using a pressure clip that was attached to the cuff snapped it to another ring on her collar.  Shadow could not believe that Amy actually was able to get her left foot into a similar position and snapped in place as well.  Now the girl could hardly breathe taking in air through shallow sips through her mouth.  With fascination Shadow watched the girl force herself to begin breathing through her nose.  And then the reason for that was obvious as Amy forced a round, ball-gag into her mouth behind her teeth.  This was secured into place behind her head with two leather strips that velcroed together.

Satisfied that she could still reach the time lock once her hands were cuffed behind her back the girl snapped the cuffs into place.  Now she was totally helpless, as she could not even scream for help if she wanted to.  Nothing was going to relieve her self-torture until that safe released in the morning.

Shadow watched for another hour to see if the girl would make some effort to free herself.  Of course Shadow had no way of knowing precisely how long the girl had set the safe for.  She would be taking some degree of risk in following through with what she had in mind, but that was one reason that her panties were becoming moist.  Much like Amy she supposed danger was part of the allure.

She picked up the master keycard she always had and made her way across the street to the hotel.  She went in a side entrance to avoid any prying eyes from the person manning the front desk.  Amy’s room was on the third floor and so Shadow used the stairs rather than taking a chance of meeting someone in the elevator.  Of course being dressed as a hotel maid made her almost invisible to the untrained eye.

How it was possible for a girl in so much pain and discomfort to sleep was beyond Shadow, but when she used her master key to open the door to room 304 she heard what she was sure were light snores.  She smiled to herself as she made her way to the foot of the bed and looked down first hand at the bound and helpless girl.  She pictured in her mind all the wonderful evil things she could do to the girl, but that was not her purpose this visit.

Her appearance had been altered enough so that she was confident that Amy could not recognize her so she did not bother to put anything over her face before waking the girl by squeezing each of her pain-wracked and swollen tits.

Amy came awake with a start although there was very little body movement to show for it.  She tried to focus her eyes but a bright light was shining into them.  She wanted to scream for help but the gag she herself had shoved into her mouth prevented that.

“My you are truly a lovely young thing,”  Shadow told her.  “And completely helpless I assume as well. I don’t know how I am going to make up your room with you in that position.  Perhaps it was a mistake that I was sent up here for a cleanup. But as long as I am here, I hope you don’t mind me taking a few pictures of your lovely body?”  Of course no verbal answer was given although the girl did try to shake her head from side to side.

“Silence is consent, I believe,”  Shadow told the girl.  And with that, she started snapping pictures from all angles making sure that Amy’s face was prominently displayed in each shot.  “These are going to be a great hit on all the bondage websites.”

Shadow put the camera safely into her uniform pocket so that she would have the use of both hands.  Again she returned to the girl’s tortured breasts and began squeezing them although not hard.  She watched the girl’s eyes and could see the pain registering in them.  Shadow then decided to take a different tack and began tickling the girl along both of her ribs and was rewarded by some muffled pleas for mercy.

Finally, Shadow decided to investigate what was most prominently on display.  She brushed her hand slowly across the lips of Amy’s pussy, inserting her middle finger and discovering that Amy was also quite wet.  She slowly pushed her finger in deeper and was surprised when she met a barrier that did not want to yield.  Realizing what it was Shadow immediately withdrew her finger.

“I would have never guessed that you were a virgin.  How in the world did you manage that feat?  Would you like me to break that worthless piece of flesh for you?”  Shadow laughed as Amy shook her head from side to side as rapidly and as far as it would go.

“Don’t worry, I will leave it intact for now.  I may send up a couple of the male employees to take care of it for you, however.  But for now, enjoy the rest of your night.”  And then Shadow went to the air conditioner and cranked it as low as it would go before leaving the room.  If the girl wanted to be uncomfortable then Shadow felt it her duty to help.

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Terrified of Bondage

"Alex, I am sorry about last night.  You caught me by surprise and I guess I acted out towards you out of shame for myself.  Please can you forgive me so we can move past this?"

"Yeah, well you surprised me a little yourself."  And he let a small smile curl the corner of his mouth.  "It is not everyday that a man comes home and finds his wife nude on her bed with a plastic cock working her clit."

"For your information," I said with a much bigger smile on my face.  "I had not gotten to my clit yet.  I was dragging out the anticipation."

"Now, I am sorry."  Alex said.  "If I had known you had not brought yourself off yet I would have taken a chair and watched the rest of the show.  How about we go upstairs for a repeat performance?"

"Can I have a cup of coffee first or is there urgency in your suggestion?"

Alex started to laugh and I knew that the worst of the tension was over.  "I was only joking.  Go ahead and pour yourself a cup and sit down and relax.  I am going to be searching for that bondage equipment you have hidden away though."

I knew he was not going to find what was not there but I smiled seductively at him to make him wonder.  He might not find it today but I would be going shopping in the near future and make sure he finds it later.  And then I thought in the meantime there is always clothesline in the garage.  And a plan began to form in the back of my mind.

We finished our coffee and I turned to Alex.  "Give me about 15 minutes and then come on up to the bedroom.  Perhaps I will have another surprise for you."

Without making it obvious I went to the garage and found the roll of clothesline that we no longer used.  Using the garden shears 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.  If you had not been such a stupid cunt I might have come back for another quick fuck later.  But I think I will just leave you there.  I don't know how long a person can go without food or water but it will be interesting to find out.  Have a wonderful time.  Just to make sure that you aren't disturbed I will call your boss and let him know that you will not be coming back to work for a while.  I doubt that your family would come around looking for you anyway but I will call your mother and sister and let them know we had a terrible fight and you have left me and I have no idea where you might be."  And before I could even reply he left me tied and helpless as he left the room and apparently the house.

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Breaking in Her Husband

His Orientation

 Marcus Johnson might have shaken his head at his predicament but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the vise-like thighs of your wife.  He might have waved off any criticism of his choices but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your back.  He might have run away from his responsibility in the matter but it is difficult to run when you are on your knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to your hands.  In reality, the only moves that Janine was going to allow him to make was the wagging of his tongue against her clit and slit.  Well, he was also allowed to slide his nose up and down her nether lips as well.  In fact, she loved the feel of his nose pressed inside of her.

As Janine looked down at her thoroughly bound husband she smiled with pleasure.  She loved the idea of him being submissive to her but he resisted that notion at every turn.  It was only because he lost the bet that he had agreed to this one weekend as her slave.  As she exploded with her second orgasm of the night she reached out and rubbed the back of his head to let him know that he had done a good job.  And then as an afterthought she said. “You know slave I think I may take me a lover.”

This caused him to try to pull back from her still quivering cunt.  Just to show him she was still in charge she gave him a hard lash across his shoulders with her riding crop.  “No one told you to move, slave.  It was just a thought; we can talk about it when your mouth has finished cleaning the juices from my pussy and thighs.  And she pulled him firmly back into place and urged his tongue to start anew.

An hour later he was still tied and on his knees but his head was no longer between his wife’s legs.  Instead, she sat back in her easy chair, well it used to be his easy chair, and stretched her high-heeled boots out and brushed the toes across his lips.  She studied his reaction and was pleased that he was playing his part well enough not to pull his head away but rather even stuck his tongue out so that she could wipe some of the dusty leather across his wet tongue. 

Then she got up and walked a circle around him.  She inspected to make sure that the line keeping his hands in place was still tight.  She checked the knots around his high heel boots that she had insisted he put on before forcing him to his knees.  She admired the nylon panties that she had made him wear.  “You are almost the perfect slut,” She said.

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