I began to lead you back to my house, as we approached, I blindfolded you and ushered you inside. I sat you down and removed your blindfold, you soon realised that you were in a bright room with only a chair and some toys on the table. Your eyes widened as you realised you had been gagged and tied up.

The gift

The leather mask he wore seemed to be seamless. The only breaks in the smooth black leather were slits for his eyes and holes to breathe through, no mouth. She could hear the whisper of his accelerated breathing as he bent over her prostrate, naked body.

Abigail noticed the definition of his musculature as his skintight suit rippled with his movement. His biceps accentuated by the refraction of light as it bounced of the shiny material. Somewhat abstractly, in a corner of her mind, she thought he had to be extremely hot, trapped in the encompassing embrace of his costume.

It looks like a rape, but read on and discover that it isn’t.

The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas. For the sake of privacy, her name will not be published and does not bare any resemblance to the characters portrayed herein.
The beginning is entirely her story, with only editorial alterations, background, in fills and the conclusion on my part.

Two’s company…….

Part One

The day out.

…Three’s a crowd, but four is… well read on and make your own mind up. But, please don’t ask me what I think, I’m still coming down and can’t think straight yet.

Erotica; Probably the best exhibition or show in London of the year. Usually held around the middle of November, when it is cold and miserable out, but the heat in the Grand Hall; Olympia, near Earls Court, South West London, goes off the scale.

My husband told me this about our first truly surprise blindfold encounter

I saw you watching me in the library, so I quickly moved to another aisle and opened a large book in front of my face, but when I checked to see where you were, you were gone, had disappeared. I returned my attention to reading and browsing, thinking nothing more of it than, "Just my imagination."

I moved to the back of the room to peruse the magazine rack and suddenly you were here, standing right here in front of me! You tear the magazine from my grip, toss it onto a shelf, bend me backwards, and kiss me hard.

I find you, cowering outside my window. What are you doing lurking in my bushes, you pathetic toad, I inquire of you. Oh, Goddess, you reply, I have missed you so much. It's been far too long since I have had the honor of serving your lusciousness. Did you forget, I respond, that I dismissed you four months ago? Everyday, you answer, that detail does not escape me & it fills me with sadness.