Helping the Secret Patient

I am bound spread-eagle to my bed. I had fastidiously pre-set bondage ties from the four corners of my bed. I used old neckties that would not cut into my skin. Now my wrists and ankles were inescapably bound, and my girlfriend Joy hovered over my body. This had become our normal date night, dinner, then bondage sex. On our first date, she wore a wrap-around belt, which I playfully used to tie her hands behind her, and just we made-out on her couch. No clothes came off that night, but the Sub/Dom/Bondage door was opened. The next date, I told her I wanted to try bondage and about the slip-knot ties I'd added to my bed. That same night, I was bound to my bed, and she straddled-fucked me. After I came, she went to the bathroom, leaving me bound. The power she possessed eroticized the dynamic for us both. Upon return, released me, and we laid together and discussed how powerfully erotic it all had been. We delved into our new dating sexuality. Our new-normal always found me bound sp

Dedicated to Mr. R. I hope it's to your liking. "Woodford Reserve, neat, with a water back." I shifted on the leather barstool trying to find room to cross my long legs as the bartender turned to pour my drink. He was cute. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his forearms. They looked strong. The images of his tattoo sleeve climbing under the crisp white linen of his shirt sleeves called me to imagine what it looked like when he removed his shirt. My eyes traveled up his torso but were caught short when they connected with his as he leaned over to slide my drink across the bartop. His tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip as he smiled and winked at me before heading off to serve the other end of the bar. The bourbon warmed my throat and lingered on my lips. I swirled my drink losing myself in the golden toffee color, my mind circling the glass, unwinding from the work day. I became aware of a faint scent of cologne. Pleasant. While I was lost in my thoughts a gentl

This is a short story about the time my wife was feeling so turned on during a car journey, that she had to finger herself to orgasm sitting next to me whilst I drove. It all happened just a few weeks ago and I really need to tell you about it. It was Saturday and my wife, Tracy, and I had travelled about 30 miles to go to the wedding of a friend of hers. The wedding was just like every other wedding and the reception was okay. We were sat at a table with two other couples, who were friendly and good company. Tracy danced a bit but I don't like dancing, so I just sat and watched. I couldn't drink as I had to drive us home, so I wasn't particularly enjoying myself. Anyway, the table had a fairly long tablecloth on it and when Tracy returned to sit next to me, I took the opportunity to feel her thigh. The room lights were quite low and the tablecloth would hopefully conceal what I was doing. Tracy was wearing an electric blue party dress which was quite short. She does not

[Readers will likely find this story more enjoyable if they have read the earlier chapters. This story takes place in the Women's Republic of the future where women are in charge. You can read more about it in my series, "A Very Shameful Punishment". These stories include subjects such as bodily functions and sometimes severe discipline. Those who do not want to read about those topics should read no further. All characters are 18 or over. My thanks to Susan Greenway for graciously permitting me to use some of her characters in this series.] Kate had barely fallen asleep late that night when her older sister Deirdre calmly tapped her to wake her. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but she groaned and looked up at Dee, asking with her eyes what had led to her waking Kate up. Kate knew, of course, that it meant Deirdre needed to use the toilet. Because Dee had failed Kate's panty and anal inspection, Kate had locked her punishment panties so that a re

"Hey, Jethro, you just going to sit here for the rest of our shift?" Chen leaned in the doorway and looked at his friend sitting by the bed of their most famous patient. Not that she was a patient of theirs, they just worked in the maintenance department. But their easy manner and willingness to help out wherever needed had made them favorites of all the staff, and their presence anywhere throughout the facility was unquestioned. "Yeah, I just like coming in here to see if there's been any change. You know I was fixing the leaky faucet in the bathroom when I overheard Dr. Jamison say that they're going to have to put her on a feeding tube if they can't get her to come around. He's stumped." "What's wrong with her?" "You remember the news. She got some kind of head injury when she insisted on doing her own stunt on that movie set and it screwed up. That was eight days ago, and she hasn't woken up, yet. There's nothing wrong