The Journey of Mrs. Small - Sex Stories

The Journey of Mrs. Small

... would smile, and through gritted teeth, agree with him. Later, as he snored, she would probably bring herself to orgasm with her fingers. He bet that her vibrator was very active when her husband wasn’t around. He guided her down the corridor and then to a staircase door that led down into the shop. “Just sorting out some new stock that came in this afternoon,” he told her as he followed her down the stairs. The stairs led to the store room containing boxes of stock and a couple of benches. He noticed her head turn to look at the recently unpacked items lying there. Her look reminded him of a woman he had got to know the previous year. She worked as a receptionist in a solicitor’s office – the epitome of primness. In the bedroom however she was unbelievable. He thought that he had been round the block a few times when it came to being sexually adventurous but she left him standing. He smiled to himself as he momentarily recalled some of the things they had done together. He noticed her reach out to the bundles of black rope that lay there. She touched one gently and then ran her fingers over it. “It’s very soft,” she commented. “It’s called soft rope,” he told her as he stepped closer and picked it up. “Ordinary hemp can leave marks,” he said, “especially if you have been tied for a time and done some threshing about in the height of passion. Last thing you want to leave behind are rope burns around the wrists.” She looked up at him. He knew that glazed, far away, look. He ...

... knew that her imagination was beginning to run wild. He undid the bundle and watched her eyes as he began to make a slip knot at one end. She looked on with mouth agape as he made a loop and then looked up at him with surprise as he reached for her right wrist. She offered no resistance at all as he slipped the loop over her hand and pulled it tight. When he began to guide her arm around her back she meekly turned around for him. Moments later he had guided her other arm around her back and secured her wrists. “Not too tight is it?” She shook her head. He brushed her shoulder length mousy brown hair with his hand. “Welcome to the world of bondage,” he told her. “Is... is that what this is?” “Yes.” “W... what happens now?” He rested a hand on her shoulder. “You tell me,” he told her. “A vulnerable woman at the mercy of a... “ he added pressing his groin against her bottom. He knew that she had felt his erection. “You... you wouldn’t?” “Wouldn’t what?” he replied as he ran his finger down the centre of her back. “Strip you of your skirt and panties?” He felt her body shudder as his fingers reached the button at the back of her skirt. Her breathing was heavy and he had no doubt that she was aroused. When his fingers clasped the button she gasped loudly. “You’ve been a very naughty girl haven’t you?” he said as he undid the button. “Naughty?” “Trying to deprive a man of his livelihood,” he told her as he tugged at the zipper. “Some might say that you deserve a good thrashing.” She ...