Resolutions

So, it's that time of year to wipe the slate clean and plan for a brand spanking new year and that includes writing; in specific, my bondage writings. My work schedule has calmed down a bit though it is still very stressful, to say the least. I won't go into details, but the next few months will test my mettle.

First, I will complete the first 'book' of The Summer Project. I am actually hoping to do this by the end of January. I have an outline of what I want to occur during the next chapter or two (I am still wavering whether or not I can get it all done in one chapter or two). I will also complete a few chapters of the next 'book' tentatively entitled 'Revealing Summer', but that could change before posting.

I am also going to take time to revisit 'On French Soil'. It is long overdue and I need to add several more chapters as well trying to do the same with 'Wrath'.

My electronic vault of started short stories is also rather cramped, so I need to finish some of those.

In short, I need to finish stuff.

That doesn't mean I won't get side-tracked by a new project that happens to emerge from my rather twisted gray matter. That happens more than I would rather admit.

If there is any other stories/sequels you would like to see written, please let me know.

Take care and I wish you a safe and wonderful new year.

T.S.

Chapter 22 Of 'The Summer Project' Posted

Greetings,

My proofreader has sent back the chapter and the final touches have been corrected. Now the chapter is in the hands of the various webmasters to post. You should be seeing it soon at your favorite site. As always, if you can;t find it within the next couple weeks, let me know and I will direct you where you can find it or send you a copy.

Take care,

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 22

Chapter 22 of Summer Project is finally completed and is now awaiting it's final proofing. I have modified my chapter 'plan' a bit so you readers can expect to find two more chapters before winding up this first 'book' of the series. There is no way I can complete what I want to complete in a single chapter.

I am really quite sorry for not completing a christmas tale. As it is, things in my life have taking a very hectic turn.

take care and I hope to be posting soon.

T.S.

Where have I been?

Life takes strange twists and turns and I have found myself in the midst of such. As I have said earlier, the crash of my computer was a bit more severe than I had intially thought, so I am having to restructure it to make it mine again. And, of course, that is taking time. Also, I now have a new work schedual that is a bit more pressing than before, leaving less time to write, especially such stories I do for the pleasure of it. So, for all my planned writings for this month, I do not see any hopes of completeing for the holiday season as my workload is huge.

I will try to complete the latest chapter of 'Summer Project' soon and perhaps work on a new story.

As always, take care

T.S.

X-mas Time Approacheth

The snows and cold of winter is here and Denver is expecting below zero temperatures overnight. I plan to do some writing next week, but my annual Christmas story will not be occuring this holiday season unless something spectacular happens. However, Burping Frog does publish in e-book form a collection of seasonal tales, including some exclusive ones, to warm your winter nights.

I am hoping to get the next to last chapter done of 'Summer Project.' Think of it as sort-of a Christmas gift.

As always, take care

T.S.

Post Crash Living

First the good news: It seems none of my work was lost during the crash, since it was fried RAM chips that did the honors of making my system inoperable. All my writings up until that point are there so I can being where I left off. The bad news is that I am REALLY far behind in my writing, both for you and my other audiences. I rely on my Dell quite a bit and having her sick the way she was, well, put me in a lurch. However, Ms. Computer is better now so I hope to get some writing done in the quiet of Sunday morning.

I the rush in getting you guys up to speed, I lost several comments that were posted during my abscence. I you could re-post them, I would be grateful.

I do not know if I will get a Christmas story out this year, but I will try.

As always, take care

T.S.

The Big Crash

I am sorry for not updating you sooner, but the blue screen of death visited my system a few weeks ago and I am now just getting back to 'normal'. Needless to say, none on my planes for this month will come to fruition, but I hope to get to writing again as soon as I can.

as always, take care

T.S.

Two New Polls and Progress on Chapter 22

I have added a new poll, something a little bit fun. I hope you take second to fill it out. Chapter 22 of 'Summer Project is going well and I hope to complete it in the next week or two, depending on what is going on here. The other poll I added is about a 'Summer Project' character some of you have expressed your opinions about.

Take care

T.S.

What's Next. . .

I hope all of you had a frightfully grand Halloween. This year it was staying at home and passing out the treats to little jedi's and zombies. The storm here a few days ago must have scared a few off, however,, since there were fewer knocking on the door. Oh well, more Mounds bars for me.

So what is next? Well, another chapter to 'Summer Project' and another stand alone as well, probably one of the challenges. Christmas is closing in as well and perhaps we will see what is on Brandi's wish list.

I hope you enjoyed Gromet's Halloween page.

Take care

T.S.

A Grand All Hallow's Eve

I hope tonight is a haunting and safe holiday for you. As a treat, I am posting below 'Coffin Duty',

Enjoy.


COFFIN DUTY

(A Sequel Of Sorts For A New Haunt)

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.


“I’m here,” Brandy bubbled as she came through the old farmhouse door.

God, she had waiting for this all year. Halloween had always been a magical time of year for her, with goblins and graveyards and haunted houses transforming neighborhoods into ghastly haunts. But last Halloween transformed it into something more wondrous than she had possibly dreamed of.

Last Halloween, within the very walls where she was now standing, Brandy was introduced into the world bondage.

It had been a misunderstanding that had at first terrified Brandy, but after her first orgasm while being bound, she became addicted. It didn’t take her long to get up-to-speed about strapados and frog-ties and safe words. Now leather manacles and rubber ball gags were part of her toy box beneath her bed at home.

This Halloween the blonde dressed herself in a very tight-fitting angel’s costume; resplendent with white fishnet stockings, four-inch heels and a pair of delicate angel wings. The white opera gloves she had bought separately as well as the glittery halo. She was just about as picture perfect as an erotic angel could be.

It was a shame, really, to mess it up with a few bloody stains.

Aside from bondage, the ‘Body Farm’ haunted house had become her other passion. Her boyfriend had dropped her for some other blonde that had milder sexual desires so the bondage club and its fund-raisers had become her refuge outside of work. The club members more than fulfilled her needs and they also provided her with a family of sorts; A wonderfully perverse family who understood her desires and limits.

The members listened to her ideas as she tried to explain how she felt when she first was exploring the old farmhouse last year. It was like one was one of those stupid teens investigating one of the favorite hunting spots of a maniac. And they actually listened to Brandy and took some of ideas and transformed them into a gore-staged reality, including a nightmare of a maze in the cornfield out back.

“God, you look even better than you did last Halloween,” Grant said, his dark eyes grinning as his eyes caressed Brandy’s six-foot frame.

“Thanks, and you look as maniacal as usual,” Brandy smiled.

And Grant did, his well-muscled frame was costumed again in a bloody pair of bib overalls and his plaid shirt sleeves were soaked in red. Grant never really forgave himself for what happened last Halloween until Brandy let him tie her up again in the privacy of her apartment, where she thanked him in more intimate ways for accidently introducing her into this erotic world of ligotage.

“So what do you have planned for me?” Brandy asked lasciviously licking her lips.

“Something very special,” a woman said from behind.

Brandy turned to see Cindy, the brunette she first saw hogtied on the dining room table. She was dressed as a rather slinky, Addams family-like witch.

“Does your husband know where you are?” Brandy grinned and hugged her.

“I think so,” Cindy replied. Her husband was the one that owned the old farmhouse that the club now called home.

“Where is he?” Brandy asked.

“Not really sure, but I am sure he is doing something he thinks is important. So how are you doing?”

“Hanging in there.”

Cindy nodded, “Things usually change for the better, girl-friend. Now let’s go see what my husband and Grant have planned for you to do.”

Brandy followed Cindy and Grant out to the weathered, gothic-looking barn. The October sun was still out, silhouetting the structure, but not for much longer. Sunset was just an hour or so away. The cool air smelled of autumn and harvests. It was going to be a great opening night for the house.

Inside the barn was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger.

Brandy continued to follow the pair through a narrow corridor of curtains to the back of the barn. There, under an old army-surplus tent, were several coffins and a couple of fresh graves dug into the earth. One coffin held a headless teenage corpse. Others were closed. Grant stopped at a stack of the caskets, the top one having its lid open.

“You pulled coffin duty tonight,” Grant smiled, “Lucky you.”

Brandy looked at the plain pinewood box crestfallen, “You mean I get to play a corpse all night?”

“No, it’s much more than that,” Grant smiled.

Then, with the speed of two ravenous jaguars, both Grant and Cindy pounced on Brandy. The blonde let out a scream, but it was quickly muffled by a foam Nerf ball being crammed between her teeth. As Brandy struggled in Grants grip, Cindy quickly cinched Brandy’s wrists in front and tied them tightly together. The brunette repeated the process with the blonde’s ankles, making her unable to really put up any kind of struggle.

“Now, girl-friend, you can make this easy or you can make this hard or you can stop it all right here and I will take your place inside this coffin,” Cindy said, looking into the blonde’s eyes, “Do you want us to stop?”

Brandy paused a moment. She really hadn’t expected to be bound up tonight, even though she was an attractive blonde in the company of bondage aficionados. But it might be fun, being on display while struggling in her bindings.

The blonde shook her head no.

“Are you going to give us any problems getting you into the coffin?”

Brandy smiled around her gag and nodded yes, renewing her struggles even harder than before.

“Thought so,” Cindy said as she went to grab Brandy’s roped ankles, pulling them out from under her.

The blonde girl screamed anew as Grant held the struggling angel underneath her arms and Cindy her legs, lifting Brandy up into the box. As she was plopped in, Brandy noticed several eye-bolts anchored in the casket’s sides. With another coil of rope, the brunette lashed Brandy’s ankles to the foot of the coffin.

After making sure that their captive’s legs were fully pinned, Cindy helped Grant pull Brandy’s wrists up and in back of her head. Quickly Cindy undid another coil of rope and draped it over the back of Brandy’s neck, running both ends under her arm and tying the end off behind her back just beneath her ruffled wings to form a harness of rope. Another sort length of rope lashed Brandy’s wrists to the harness; her hands pinned behind her neck.

Brandy continued to struggle as she became more and more helpless. She was already feeling the tingly warmth of being helpless and she was sure that that sensation would become more pronounced as the haunted house opened and she was on display.

Grant gently pushed her down into the coffin while his brunette cohort tied each of the bucking blonde’s elbows to the eye-bolts at the head of the casket. Again, Cindy made sure that all of her knots would hold before stepping back to enjoy the view.

“My don’t you look yummy, girlfriend,” Cindy smirked, ”Now, I’ll leave you two alone while I find out what I’m supposed to do tonight. I am sure that Grant will take good care of you.”

Bound in her coffin, Brandy really couldn’t see much more than the top of the tent and the dim bulb spotlighting her. She could lift herself up just a tad but she could barely look over the edge where she saw Grant in his bloody overalls preparing something.

Grant turned around and caught Brandy watching him. Brandy saw that he had a roll of duct tape in his hands.

“Comfortable?” Grant asked.

Brandy paused again then nodded. There was some padding on the bottom of the casket and the position wasn’t going to be too stressful on her.

“Good. Now let’s make that gag a little more permanent.”

Grant ripped a swatch of tape off and pressed it over the blonde’s lips, repeating it again with two or three more pieces until her lips were sealed shut.

“Now, the plan is as groups come through, you are going to struggle as I nail the coffin shut as if I was going to bury you alive. There will be other members mixed in some of the groups, disguised as customers, and I will menace them and grab them for one of the other coffins. All the while, you will be struggling to get free, which, of course, you won’t.”

Brandy nodded. It was going to be fun to be part of a haunted house this year.

“Now, let’s get you a little more ready.”

Gently Grant began to massage Brandy’s breasts through the white satin costume, pinching her now erect nipples and sending a hot pulse of pleasure through her. Again, she hadn’t planned on ‘playing’ tonight but she was in no position to argue now. That’s one of the things she loved about bondage, the ability to free herself to enjoy. She knew she could stop him at anytime with humming a song, but why ruin the mood. Soon she found herself moaning as Grant continued his caressing.

His hands worked their magic over her body, touching and rubbing all the right places except for between her legs. Brandy rocked her hips, trying to get him to pay attention there and to let her relieve the pressure building up inside of her.

Finally, Grant’s finger’s pressed down on her sex, rubbing her snatch through the satin. Like all of her costumes in her closet, she had purchased them through an adult store so that there was an ease of getting to certain places. Grant soon found the snaps and peeled back the fabric to bare her pussy.

Brandy moaned louder through her gag as his fingers slipped up and down her already moistened slit, carefully missing her swollen clit. Her hips began to match his rhythm, then he stopped.

The blonde opened her eyes and mewled her displeasure.

“Just a second, Brandy,” Grant said.

Brandy felt Grant working on something beneath the coffin. She struggled up to see when Grant got up with a large gel vibrator, one of those that had a separate vibe that nestled on top of the clit. She also noticed a bare steel button on that part of the device. She watched in fascination as he coated the blue gel vibe generously with KY before holding it up to her for inspection.

“Open wide,” Grant grinned.

Brandy opened her legs as wide as she could as she felt the vibrator being nudged between her swollen lips. Slowly it began to fill her as Grant eased it in fully. When he was sure it was in as far as Brandy could take it, he stretched her costume over it and snapped it shut, forcing the vibe to stay within her.

Grant disappeared below again and soon the captive angel felt the low hum of the vibrator inside of her, sending another hot pulse of bliss rushing through her.

“If got this thing rigged to an old sewing machine pedal, Brandy,” Grant told her, “So when I press down, the bigger the buzz.”

And Grant did just that. The vibrator roared to life inside her; a eruption of molten joy engulfed her as she bucked inside the coffin.

Then it went back to a slow hum.

“Well, kiddo, I have a few more things to get ready before we open. See you in a bit,” Grant said before kissing her on her forehead and disappearing.

The slow hum of her friend did nothing more than keep her fires lit. She could feel an orgasm welling-up inside her but she was helpless to do anything about it except to trying and press herself against something to get herself off.

But it wasn’t happening.

“It’s show time!” Grant said when he returned.

Brandy didn’t know how long he was gone, but it had been entirely too long. She had managed a small orgasm while he was away, but nothing fully satisfying. She tried to mewl her need to Grant, but he ignored her as he practiced looking like a maniacal axe murderer.

“Wha’cha lookin’ at?” Grant bellowed as he began to put the coffin lid down over Brandy.

Just then the vibrator wailed inside of her, causing her to scream with pleasure through her gag. She bucked and cried as wave after white hot wave crushed her beneath its rapture.

Then she felt the prick of an electric spark against her clit.

The near pain sent another orgasmic spiral rending through her, so much so that she thought that she was going to cause the coffin to fall over.

The vibrator then dimmed to a slow hum again.

“Damn, girl, that was perfect,” Grant exclaimed, “keep it up!”

Brandy didn’t know if she could keep it up but before she could moan her reply, another group came through and the vibe was once again raging inside of her as she bucked against another orgasm.

The blonde lost all track of time. There was some pauses while the groups went through when Grant would grab a club member and bind them into another coffin; all while scaring the rest of the group down to the cornfield maze. Finally the vibrator went silent.

“So, girlfriend, how was your first night of coffin duty?” Cindy asked.

Brandy weakly nodded her head, completely drained from four hours of struggles and climaxes. She felt her bindings lashing her ankles and elbows to the casket being untied before being lifted out. The cool of the night air let Brandy know just how damp her costume had become as she was seated on one of the sealed caskets. She just closed her eyes and let the strains of the night echo through her as she waited to have the ropes untied from her ankles and wrists.

Then Brandy felt a collar being fastened around her neck.

The blonde’s eyes flew open as Grant fastened a leash onto her collar while Cindy looked on with her husband Hugh beside her.

“You volunteered for the whole weekend, Brandy,” Grant grinned, giving her lead a slight tug, “Now the only question is, do I take you back to your place or mine?”


-the end-

Gromet's Halloween

A eerie darkness has descended on Gromet's Plaza and all kinds of haunting tales on bondage can be found there, including 'Coffin Duty' and 'Closure'. Other Haunting tales of mine you can find buried in the internet include: A Trick And A Treat, A New Haunt, The Masque, and The Lion's Mouth. Enjoy and have a safe Halloween.

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 21 Posted

I have sent off this morning the latest chapter of 'Summer Project' to various websites to be posted. Depending on the site, it may take a week or two to show. If you have trouble finding it, please let me know and I will make sure that you find it.

T.S.

A Wee Bit Of A Break

With Chapter 21 of 'Summer Project' completed and awaiting an editor's red pen, I have decided to take a break before tackling another story. The partially completed 'Manacle' will have to wait until next year, I am afraid. There are several stories need sequels and new chapters as well as new ones partially completed and awaiting a rebirth into Word. You've all seen the list in my index and those are one I have more than partially completed.

From the results of the poll so far, it looks like what I am doing is what you come to see at my weblog: giving you updates and a occasional story. I also noticed that you use the links quite a bit to find websites and stories. What else would you like to see here? Expanded links to cover other bondage sites? More interaction with the author? Please let me know.

With the ending of Chapter 21, I can say with confidence that 'Summer Project' will end in the next three chapters. The plot line is going the way I want it to go and at the pace I want to go at. 'Summer Exposure' will be the next book in the series and the first chapter of that is nearly complete.

That is it for now. I hope to have the proofed copy of '21' in my hands soon. If not, I will give it one more go-over then start posting.

Take care

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 21 Off To The Proofer

Well, I finished earlier than I had expected to and now it is being sent to my proof-reader for disection. As soon as it returns I will be posting it to various websites.

Progress on 'Summer Project'

I am making some progress on chapter 21 of 'Summer Project' and I hope to have it completed soon. This chapter is turning out to be longer than expected, but I hope to have it completed before November rolls around.

Time is tight around here, but I plan on writing some today and some tommorrow in between raking leafs and doing houshold chores.

As always, take care,

T.S.

A New Poll

greetings on this gray and cold Sunday. I have added a new poll and I am really interested in the reasons why you readers drop by. Please take a second to fill it out.

Thank you and take care

T.S.

'Summer Project' Chapter 21

The latest chapter of 'Summer Project' is coming along quite nicely and I am hopeful in completing it in the next week or so. As I have remarked before, I write about 1/2 page per hour and finding blocks of time to write can be difficult. That being said, I am hopeful about getting chapter 21 completed and off to my proofreader soon.

Both of my Halloween tales are in the hands of Gromet and they will be posted about a week before Halloween. I will post 'Closure' here at the same time, if I have not completed 'Manacle'. I plan on posting 'Coffin Duty' to various websites as well so they appear roughly at the same time.

After this, I really don't know what project to tackle next but it probably be one of the many half-completed stories lurking in my computer.

Take care and have a wonderful weekend.

T.S.

Coffin Duty Completed

I just completed 'Coffin Duty' and I should be posting it soon to various different websites. I will try to make sure all appear roughly at the same time in about two weeks, just in time for Halloween reading. As I have said before, it is a sequel of sorts to 'A New Haunt', so you may want to read that story before this one is released.

My next project will be the next chapter of 'Summer Project', chapter 21. I am going to try to get some of it completed today if time permits.

'Manacle' is the last of the Halloween line-up I will work on before going back to some unfinished stories languishing in my computer.

The latest poll is winding down and I will have another in it's place, probably about the types of bindings you readers like to see used.

Take care and have a wonderful sunday.

T.S.

Fall

Fall is officially here in Colorado and trees on our street are beginning to shed their leafs and there is snow in the high country. With winter approaching, there are the inevitable chores of getting the house ready for cold weather. However, I am still planning on getting 'Coffin Duty' done this weekend as well as making some more headway on chapter 21 of 'Summer Project'.

The story 'Manacle' may have to take a back seat and though I am hoping to complete it by Halloween, it may not get completed. If that is the case, then I will save it for next year.

I am also shamelessly plugging my e-book: A New Haunt, which features quite a number of Halloween stories. There are several exclusive stories in that book that you will not find anywhere else. Numerous adult e-book sites carry the book, but if you cannot find it, let me know and I will direct you to where you can find it.

Take care

T.S.

Coffin Duty

Today I have made very good progress on 'Coffin Duty' and should join the ranks of the completed stories soon. It will have the same cast of characters as 'A New Haunt' and I hope you will enjoy reading it as I have had writing it.

After that is complete, I will continue on with the next chapter of 'Summer Project,' which should be one of the last chapters of the first book. I hope that the second 'book' doesn't take nearly as long to complete.

As to 'Manacle', I have the plot written down so all I have to really do is write it. As a warning, it will be a horror story with elements of eroticism thrown in, not the usual fare for my stories.

As October approaches, I would like to hear from you what makes Halloween 'good' for you. Feel free to write down your thoughts and memories of ghostly nights past.

As always, take care

T.S.

Rainy, Icky Day

It is a rainy ichy day here and snow is already falling in the mountains west of here and I am sitting here at home fighting a stupid cold. So while I am here, I have made some progress on Chapter 21 of Summer Project'. I have also got a bit done on 'Coffin Duty' and I plan to get more done a bit later.

It is nice to see you answering the poll so please do so if you haven't yet.

Well, another tound of Nyquil Daytime and perhaps I can get some more done.

Take care

T.S.

'Closure' completed and a new poll

It has been a productive weekend and I have finished 'Closure' and have done some work on the 21st chapter of 'Summer Project'. The poll about the ending of 'A Work Of Art' has also finished and the over whelming majority of you prefer the first ending. So, with a few additions to 'sex' it up, the final version will be the one where he kidknaps her to be his slave forever.

I have also started a new poll. I have always been curious as to who reads my stories, whether you readers are mainly male or female. Please take the time to take part in it. A simple click and your done.

Speaking of polls, please take the time if you haven't already to answer the Consensual versus Non-consensual Poll I have posted on the blog. It helps me define what stories to write next.

So with one Halloween story done, I have two more to try to complete. 'Closure' will be posted during Gromet's Halloween celebration on his website. 'Coffin Duty' is the other story I am hoping to post there as well.

Take care

T.S.

Halloween Line-Up

After much thought and some false starts, I have 'finalized' which stories I will be doing for the Halloween season. The most complete so far is 'Closure', which is a tale of vampires and bondage devices and is serious in its tone. The second tale is called 'Coffin Duty' and it is a sequel to 'A New Haunt' and will be as 'light' as the first. The third and last tale is one I have entitled 'Manacle' until I come up with a better one and it will be the 'horror' tale for this season. 'Manacle' will be different than any other bondage tale I have written in its tone and will be designed as a tale of terror first with the eroticism taking a back seat and I will post it only on this blog unless asked by another webmaster to post it.

October should also bring the next to last chapter of 'Summer Project', at least the first book of the series. The second book will be called 'A Revealing Summer', at least, that is the working title. The completed 'Summer Project' will about 100 pages and I will have it available as and e-book with some extra features. At least, that is what I am hoping for.

I know it sounds like my plate is brimming full and spilling out over onto the tablecloth, but I think this is all doable. However, it also means there will be no 'regular' tales during this next month and a half. But the Halloween tale is a tradition that I would like to keep continuing.

As always, take care and always play safe

T.S.

Opps part 2

If you have been trying to get to my e-book link and have not had any success, you are not alone. However, the problem has been repaired, so please feel free to visit and see the two books I currently have there.

T.S.

Sunday Morning Musings

It is a cold and misty Sunday morning here after a drizzly night. Perfect weather for writing. "Closure' is coming along well and I have begun a 'sequel' to 'A New Haunt' with the same cast just a year later. I also started work on chapter 21 of 'The Summer Project' so not to interrupt the flow too much. My target for the next two month is to finish three Halloween stories and another chapter of Summer Project. With the progress I am making, I think this is very do-able.

As I have mentioned before, Halloween is my favorite holiday, even nudging out Christmas and Turkey Day. I have varied my tone of my Halloween stories quite a bit but I have never really approached a true horror story involving bondage. I do not like writing snuff stories, since the whole object of erotica is to make the reader feel something entirely different. That being said, would anyone like to read a true bondage horror story or not? Please let me know.

Well, back to the word processor.

Take care

T.S.

Progress on 'Closure' and other things

It is the labor day weekend and I am laboring away at my 'real' job all this weekend so needless to say, I will be making very little progress on any of the porjects I have currently in the pipeline, including 'Closure'. I should be able to work on it in the near future as well as another Halloween story.

Fall is certainly here. The first turning leafs are starting to drift down and cleaning up the yard for the coming winter has made it to the top of the 'to do' list. My favorite holiday is also just a ghost's whisper away which brings my to the question of which is your favorite Halloween tale?

Think about it and let me know.

Take care and have a safe labor day.

T.S.

Ooopps!

Well, I have corrected the link to the index of stories in my link section. Sorry to have misdirected you the non-consenual poll. I hope everyone has a wonderful Labor Day weekend.

T.S.

Plans for September

Fall is just a frost's kiss away here in Colorado. You can feel it when you wake up early and go outside. Autumn is my favorite time of year, including for stories.

With Halloween just around the corner, I plan to focus my attentions in getting stories done for the holiday. I have already started a vampire tale and I plan to do another tale as well. There are several out there that would like to see a sequel to 'A New Haunt' and I am also toying with the idea of a follow-up to 'The Masque'. However, nothing is set in stone and suggestions are always welcome.

I am planning to work on some other stories here and there, including the next chapter of 'Summer Project.' I am still not ready to make a mailing list yet, but you can become a 'follower' and get updated as soon as it gets posted here. . .at least, that is how I think it works.

If you are uncomfortable posting here, you can always e-mail me at fesseln1@aol.com. I do read everyone's mail though it may take some time to reply.

Take care

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 20 Is Done!!

The proofreading and editing are done and it has been submitted to various websites for posting. If you cannot find it, let me know.

Now onto 'Closure', a tale of vampires. I am also looking for any Halloween ideas, so please feel free to post any thoughts.

Take care

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 20 is done. . .

Chapter 20 is indeed done and sent off to my proofreader to do his deed. A little bit behind schedule, but not overtly so. As soon as I have it back, it will be sent to the various websites for publishing. I have also begun the first page of Chapter 21 so as to not forget what I was planning to do.

As for my next project, I have decided to work on the vampire tale. With Halloween approaching, I need to finish one or two tales for a holiday posting. Halloween rivals Christmas as my most favorite of holidays and I like to give you all a taste of that.

Last night I came up with a delightful twist for the vampire tale, 'Closure', and with that it cleared the several log jams that had developed early on in the writing.

If anyone can come up with another Halloween themed setting or situation, please let me know.

As always, take care,

T.S.

Finishing Touches

Chapter 20 of 'Summer Project' needs to have some finishing touches before sending it off to my proofreader. I hope to accomplish this by the end of the week, depending on how real life goes. So far, it is going together as wonderfully as I had hoped.

After getting Chapter 20 done, I plan to take a break of sorts and may decide on what next.

Take care

T.S.

A Break

I have taken a break from writing to update my index page and place it in the links sidebar. I have also added in the side bar Dr. Geoffrey Brand's Laws of the Crop for those that are interested in some of the contents of Dr. Brand's manual for 'servant' owners.

I also want to thank all of you that have voted for the ending you would like to see as the official ending for 'A Work Of Art'. If you haven't voted, please do.

Well, back to work on 'Summer Project'. Progress is good and I hope to have it completed by the end of this weekend.

Take care

T.S.

'Summer Project' Chapter 20

Progress is being made on Chapter 20 of 'Summer Project' and it should be finished by the end of this weekend. This chapter will be one of the last 5 chapters or so before going onto the second book. As to what I will do next, I really don't know. I have several brands in the fire and all want to be finished or added to: Wrath, On French Soil, Closure (a vampyr tale), Do Not Disturb (sequel to Maid Service Requested), Hogtied, and the list goes on.

I should update my story list this weekend as well.

I am also toying with the idea of lengthening 'A Work Of Art' part 2 along with it's ending; to spice it up a bit. A scene through Eileen's eyes during the auction would be nice as well as revealing her feelings during the voted-on ending.

As always, take care

T.S.

'A Work Of Art' Posted Today

Gromet e-mailed me today and'A Work Of Art' should be posted today on Gromet's Plaza. You can read the various endings here as well as voting for you favorite on the sidebar. The winner will be the official ending.

I plan to work on 'Summer Project' today and perhaps something else if time permits.

Take care and enjoy reading

ENDING #1

Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art.

As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark took advantage of the post-auction chaos to wheel in Eileen’s replacement and put a tarp over his enslaved angel. Quickly he loaded her onto his idling rental truck and secured her. All of his other works went as well and after doing some mental calculations, Mark was set for at least another year. He would claim his check, minus the auction house fees, in a few days. Right now, however, he needed to get back and get his Eileen out of her prison.

“You went for a pretty penny,” Eileen heard Mark tell her through her earphones, “I think in part to your performance.”

Eileen felt herself blush. Even though she was unplugged, the lingering effects of her orgasms still were sending a ripple or two through her from the memories of being on display. She didn’t know how much the people could hear her, but she was sure that her moans caused more than one stirring between their legs.

“I have one more surprise waiting for you, my little slave, when we get home.”

So far, all of her surprises had been above and beyond good and her mind dashed ahead to envision what he had in store for her. Whatever it was, she was sure that it couldn’t possibly be any better than the one she had just been through.

Then she thought of her husband.

Soon she would have to making the trek across town and to her ‘real’ home. Her friend, Susan, would have covered for her again, saying that their shopping trip lasted a bit longer than expected and both of them spent the night at a hotel. For Susan, it was a game she excelled at and spending a day or two at the Hilton was just the bonus she needed from her hum-drum world of interior design.

However, even Susan didn’t know where Eileen was. No one did save herself and her Master.

The truck slowed, then stopped and the rear door was lifted open. Mark pulled the canvas from his sculpture and unbound it from the interior of the truck. Carefully he moved Eileen from the truck, through the empty garage and up into his studio.

As soon as the artist parked Eileen, he started to undo the panels. Eileen was grateful to see an undistorted world again as he put the acrylic panels aside.

However, instead of releasing Eileen further, Mark wheeled a small television in front of her and turned it on. There, on the screen, was a woman that looked remarkably like Eileen. In fact, the woman was wearing the clothes that Eileen had brought with her to change into when she left to go back to Devon.

“Hi Eileen,” the girl on the television said, “You don’t know me but I am going to be you today! Mark here asked me to be you. I know it is probably a shock to hear that, but be patient and all will be revealed.”

The camera pulled back and the fake Eileen opened the door to the real Eileen’s Mercedes. The actor’s white-gloved finger caressed the sedan’s top.

“You see, Eileen,” the woman continued with her slight southern accent, “Mark cares for you very much so he has decided to keep you for himself. I know Mark’s tastes so I know what that probably means for you. So, I am helping Mark make you disappear. I have your passport along with all your other little goodies that makes you you and I have a one way plane ticket to Quebec. I will drive your wonderful little car to the airport, park it and take the next flight there where you will disappear and I will reappear to take a flight back a few hours later as myself. It’s that easy. Your husband, I am sure, will spend quite a bit of money trying to find you but you and your friend Susan have made sure that your little ‘thing’ with Mark was very discrete. So I am sure his private eyes won’t find you and knowing him, at some point his money will be worth more to him than you and he will stop the hunt.”

Eileen could believe what she was hearing. The shock completely drained her.

“So enjoy the rest of your life as Mark’s little plaything. I am pretty sure he won’t tire of you.”

With that, the fake Eileen got into the Mercedes, shut the door and drove away. The screen then went blank.

Mark took the DVD out of the television set and dropped it onto the floor, grinding it into pieces before carefully sweeping it up and dumping it into a dust bin filled with the remnants of past art projects. He then stepped back over and looked into her eyes.

“Surprise!”

ENDING #2

Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art.

As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark wanted to take advantage of the post-auction chaos to wheel in Eileen’s replacement and cart his slave away.

“You were right,” Mark heard a voice behind him say, “It is very eye-catching.”

Mark turned around to see a patron he had spoken to earlier as he was looking at the piece.

“Thank you,” Mark said, “but you have to excuse me. I need to get the piece ready for delivery to its new home.”

The man smiled, “No need to do that. My people will be here shortly and take of all of that.”

The color drained from Mark face, “With a piece like this, I like to make sure that everything is correctly installed. I have my truck here and it would be no trouble at all to drive it over there and make sure it is properly taken care of. If I could just get your address, Mr. . . “

“Devon Chaucer,” the man said, “But I don’t think it is so complicated that one of my staff can’t handle it. You see, I am expecting my wife back from a shopping trip and I wanted to surprise her. Of course, when I came here I wasn’t expecting to pay for such a lavish piece of art, but my wife is worth it.”

Mark was about to say something else when two well-dressed workmen came up.

“Is this the piece, Mr. Chaucer?” one of them asked.

“Yes it is, George. Make sure to secure it tightly. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it before I surprise my wife with it.”

Quickly the workers wrapped Eileen in some bubble wrap and began to wheel her out with Mr. Chaucer trailing a bit behind.

“Are you sure you don’t want my help?” Mark called out weakly, “It would be no problem.”

“No, that is quite alright. I got it from here. I don’t want to ruin it if she has gotten home before me.”

“I am pretty sure you won’t,” Mark said dejectedly under his breath, “I am pretty sure you won’t.”

ENDING #3

Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art, he grinned.

As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark called his other contacts to make sure everything was going as scheduled.

Claudia was already at the airport. She was nearly the same height and build as Eileen and with the proper wig and a pair of sunglasses, she could be Eileen’s twin. She had already dressed in Eileen’s clothes and sported everything that Eileen had worn, including her wedding ring.

Claudia had driven Eileen’s Mercedes to the airport and parked it in the long term area. The suitcase belonged to Claudia as well as all of its contents, but nothing that would scream out not belonging to either woman. Claudia’s other ID was safely in the briefcase she would be taking to Quebec with her.

One way tickets usually are a red flag to security, so Mark made sure to make it two way. However, Eileen would be making the return trip. He even used her credit card to book it from a payphone in the Mall a month ago when he was sure of the auction date.

Like his previous auctions, there were certain clients that knew the real contents of his art and would pay a pretty penny for them. This drove up the prices of his other, smaller pieces as well as making it easy for his clients to take home their newly purchased slaves.

Mark also made sure that Eileen kept their affair a complete secret, instilling fear of her husband finding out as well as others, making sure she didn’t tell even her best friends about Mark. Her husband didn’t suspect, he was positive of that. So another rich housewife was bound to some dungeon somewhere to please someone else.

The sculptor was a little sad to see her go, but his lifestyle needed cash as the Crimson Group was always in need of more product. Quietly he slipped out of the end-of-auction crowd to out in front of the Gallery to light a smoke.

“Do you have another?” a woman’s voice asked.

Mark turned around to see a very attractive brunette with dark, almond shaped eyes and a ‘fuck-me’ type of smile.

“Sure,” Mark pulled out his cigarette case and offered the woman one.

“Thanks. I am trying to quit, but the stress of these auctions, well, let’s just say I need something to calm my nerves.”

“I know what you mean,” the artist said as he mentally took note of the brunette’s selling points, “I definitely know what you mean.”

Darker

Well, I find myself writing darker and darker tales as of late, stuff I usually save for my horror writings. Even though 'Work Of Art' has not been posted yet, I find myself whether the direction I am going with tales such as 'A Volume Of Trouble' and the soon-to-be-posted' A Work Of Art with 3 possible endings if reflective of where I want my writings to go. An overwhelming majority of you really enjoy non-consensual pieces, that is evident from my informal poll. But tales like 'Bounding Main' and 'The Masque' tend to be reflective of my own personal beliefs about the Dom/sub relationship.

I know this is more reflective than my usual posts. Most of you are happy just to find out when to expect something new to be posted. But I think as readers you should know a bit about the way an author sculpts his story and how sometimes it is influenced by forces outside the story proper. I think that the darkness of my tales may be a mirror of a sort.

So, my apologies in advance for the content of "A Work Of Art'.

Take care

T.S.

A Work Of Art Is Completed

Greetings,

I have finished 'A Work Of Art' and have narrowed it down to three endings that I am happy with. Soon Gromet should be posting it to his website: Gromet's Plaza and you will have a chance to vote on your favorite ending. It has been a long time in the writing but now it is complete and another partially completed file is no longer haunting my computer.

Next in line will be another chapter of 'Summer Project', which I have already started on and will probably be one on the last chapters before going onto the other book in the series.

Please tell me what other things you would like to see me work on next: Sequels? A new 'scene' challenge story? Something different? please let me know.

Take care

T.S.

Slow Progress

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New Links Sidebar

I am slowly adding new parts to my blog and this evening I have added a sidebar with links to my writings as well as a site or two I enjoy frequenting (which includes my friend's website, whose job I sometimes envy). Leviticus has not added my stories yet but I will post when he does. I any of you have any suggestions as to how to improve my blog, please let me know.

Take care, everyone.

T.S.

A New Website

I have been approached by the administrator of the Leviticus Website to host some of my stories and I have agreed and have sent him several stories with a promise of more. I will update my index: Fesseln's Fiction September 2008 soon to include what stories will be posted there.

The going has been slow on 'A Work Of Art', but progress is being made and soon I should have it in the hands of Gromet shortly.

take care,

T.S.

Progress on A Work Of Art

Work on 'A Work Of Art' progressed well yesterday morning, having completed two more pages before having to succumb to chores around the house and work. I am hoping to get some more written this weekend and perhaps even completing it (depending on the chore gods and how late they sleep in.)

As I noted in The Bound Forum I have several half completed tales residing in my computer, including a vampire tale , 2 self-bondage pieces, and a Victorian piece A Sneak Peek that I have taken a renewed interest in. I also have to try to add a chapter to 'On French Soil' and 'Wrath' (which can be found on Boundstories.net ) sometime in the near future.

To all of you 'Summer Project' fans, please be patient. Good things come to those who wait and I will try to get another chapter done by this month.

Other than my updates on this blog, what other things would you like to see? Just curious, more than anything but I am open to suggestions.

Take care

T.S.

Plans for August

Greetings. My plans for August include several things I hope to complete. First, I really want to finish 'A Work Of Art', the first part of which you can find at Gromet's Plaza in the bound stories section of his website. My problem currently is trying to dovetail in sections I wrote nearly ten years ago with my current writing style. So far, it is moving along slowly but progress is being made.

Since the general consensus is that putting stories on while I am creating them is not the best way to read them, the next of the 'setting' stories will be posted complete. I don't think I will be done this month with it, but I have started the framework.

Chapter 20 of 'Summer Project' is going well and should be done by the end of this month. I should have a 'teaser' of the second book of 'Summer Project' on my blog site as well by that time.

The reviews of 'Volumes' have been mixed on the sites that have it posted so far. What would make it a better story? Please let me know.

Well, that is it for now.

Take care and hope to here from you soon.

T.S.

'Volumes' Rough Draft Finished

Well, the rough for 'A Volume Of Trouble' is finished and posted here and soon I will post it to Gromet's Plaza as well as GaggedUtopia's Story Archive as well as a few others. Please let me know what you think about the story. As my tag line says, any comments are welcome.

With 'Volumes' out of the way, it is time to focus on 'A Work Of Art' and also the final chapters of 'Summer Project', at least the final chapters of the first book.

Please take care,

T.S.

A Somewhat New Look

Greetings. I have opted to add a new thing to this blogsite and that is a followers section. Please feel free to become a follower or not. It is up to you. I thought it might be fun.

I am also nearing the end of 'A Volume Of Trouble' and hope to finish the rough draft by Friday so you can enjoy it. It will not be the final, polished version, but it will be complete.

Take Care

T.S.

More Volumes

I managed to get a bit more added to 'Speaking Volumes', or as I have now titled it, 'A Volume Of Trouble'. I hope to finish it by next week so I can turn my full attention to 'A Work Of Art' and 'Summer Project'.

I hope you have enjoyed watching a story develop. Would you like to see more of this kind of thing or do you prefer just reading the finished product?

If you have any more settings or fantasies you would like see developed, please let me know. I can't promise I will get to them quickly, but I will put them in the que.

As always, take care

T.S.

Adding to "Speaking Volumes"

There is a small addition to 'Speaking Volumes' and I hope to add a bit more this weekend. I have also worked a bit more on 'A Work Of Art' and one of it's many endings.

I have also received more e-mails concerning 'Summer Project'. I have added to chapter 20 and hope to have it done by the end of the month. . .but we all know that life can intrude on the best laid plans. I have also started on the 2nd book of 'Summer Project and I am nearing the end of the first chapter. The working title is 'The Summer Project Book 2: The Reveal' unless someone can come up with a better title. However, I am not adding to my mailing list until I can clean it out. It was first compiled when I started writing 'Summer Project' and I am sure that there is numerous defunct email addresses in it. I will let people know when I will be taking names again so you can receive your chapters directly.

As always, feel free to post comments, e-mail me or IM me on AIM (Fesseln1).

Take care,

T.S.

Tough Week

As you can tell, I haven't been able to write more to any story. Again, life intruded and a friend needed me to do him a favor, thus my writing time evaporated. However, I hope to add to it in the next day or so, life permitting.

I have done some re-reading of 'A Work Of Art' and have touched up a few things here and there as well as adding about a page. After such a long time between writings, I can see my 'style' has changed a bit and fiting my current style with the past one is proving an interesting challenge.

Feline has posted some comments on The Bound Forum . I have always found her comments fair and her stories very well written. Her latest reviews are upon 'Walk The Line' and 'Bounding Main' if you care to read them.

As always, take care and look for additons to 'Speaking Volumes' in the next couple days.

T.S.

A Work In Progress

I thought I might do something different; something I hadn't done before and it might fun. I have decided to post the beginnings of a story and develop it here on the blog site. I will add to it from time to time and you will be able to see how a story progresses. The story I have chosen is the first of the setting challenges and the working title is 'Speaking Volumes'. Keep in mind this is a working draft and I can and will make changes along the way to completing it. A paragraph you may have read earlier might just disappear or moved to a much better part of the story.

Anyway, enough said. Here is the beginnings of 'Speaking Volumes'

A GREAT VOLUME OF TROUBLE

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any res to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.


It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today,she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside.

Erika was not what one would picture as a book dealer. Most pictured her as a quiet, librarian type with her hair up in a bun and an ugly pair of 1950’s glasses. No, Erika could have been a model if she had so wished. At six-foot, her lithe figure was as sleek as a giraffe and her long, ash-blonde hair and blue eyes helped finish her Valkerian good looks. Erika did wear glasses, but they were much more stylish and they were for reading only.

The bookseller always tried to dress smartly and today was no exception to her inner fashion model. She wore a tight ivory-colored blouse and grey suit jacket with a matching skirt that stopped just above her knees. Erika also felt a bit sexy today so instead of her normal pantyhose, she decided upon a pair of smoke-colored stockings and garter belt with a pair of black lace panties. There were days like today she liked to flaunt her womanhood and tonight she would make sure her husband would benefit from it.

The book-dealer’s chore for the day was going through the three boxes of books she had won at an estate auction. For the most part, they were turn-of-the-century volumes by Kipling, Twain and Stephenson. They had that wonderful old book smell to them and were in superb condition with only a little sun-fading to mar their gilded spines. There were several she hadn’t recognized the titles of, so she set them in a stack to research a bit later. She had also taken a few intriguing books home to read after her husband would call it a night. Like her, her husband had long hours in the field and was comfortably worn out by ten o’clock. Erika, on the other hand, couldn’t shut her eyes until at least midnight so those became her reading hours.

Erika was fully engrossed in grading a series of English history books when the bell chimed above the door. Coming in was an attractive couple both dressed in dark suits that screamed ‘professional’. The man was tall, carried a large satchel briefcase and filled his suit quite nicely. His head was bald and he sported a graying mustache and goatee. His companion was shorter brunette with alluring green eyes and a no nonsense look about her.

“May I help you?” Erika asked, stepping out from behind the counter.

“I certainly hope so,” the woman spoke with a slight English accent, “You purchased just recently a portion of the McQuade estate’s library?”

Red flags went up in Erika’s head.

“Yes,” the blonde answered cautiously.

The woman glanced at her partner before turning back to Erika, “Very good. There has been a mistake made when the estate was disposed of, mainly, several books that Mr. McQuade had borrowed from our client and had not returned to him before Mr. McQuade had passed.”

“I see,” Erika said, “And do you have a list of titles? I can set the volumes aside as I sort through and give you a call back if any are in my purchase.”

“Actually, there is only one title we have not tracked down yet, ‘The Care And Treatment Of Particularly Fair Women’ by Dr. Geoffrey Brand. Our client is eager to get that particular book back into his collection.”

Erika recalled immediately the book the woman was asking about. It was one that she had selected to take home and peruse. The title bemused her and she wanted to see what Dr. Brand had to say.

“Well, I will see what I can do but I have yet to go through these boxes. If you would like to leave a phone number I would gladly. . .”

“Quite frankly, we don’t have time,” the woman interrupted, “We are only here for a day or two before heading back to England. So if you would kindly go through these boxes now, we will wait and take the book when you get to it.”

Erika was starting to get a bit impatient with these two and her impatience was slowly starting to turn to anger.

“First of all, Ms. Ah. . .”

“Roberts,” the woman said.

“I really don’t have proof that that book is your clients. You will have to provide some way of showing that it is his,” Erika continued, “Second, I bought these books in good faith so if the volume you want is in here, I will gladly sell it to you for a fair price but not before I am ready to do so.”

The couple both looked a bit disturbed by this.

“I see,” the woman said as the man started towards the front door, “I am afraid we cannot provide any of the evidence of ownership you are looking for. . .”

Erika noticed the man turning the lock shut and flipping the open sign to closed.

“. . .and as for compensation for your purchase of the book, well, again, my client is very adamant about not having to purchase the book twice, since it cost him dearly the first time.”

Erika tried to keep her cool and slowly started to back towards the counter and the phone. She had no silent alarm and the alarm system she did have would require her to punch in several numbers and she didn’t think she would have time to do that before the couple was upon her. The phone at this point was her best option.

“Please see it from our client’s point of view,” the brunette continued, “It is his property and he has a right to get it back.”

“Is his name plate inside the book?” Erika asked, stalling as she continued to slowly back up.

The woman matched her step for step and the man was making his way towards her as well.

“My client didn’t say,” Miss Roberts said.

Erika turned and ran but the woman was prepared for just that and grabbed a hold of the bookstore owner. Erika turned and tried to pry the woman off when the man grabbed her as well, pinning her arms to her sides.

The blonde began to scream but the brunette produced a dark rag from her coat pocket and stuffed it quickly into her mouth as Erika kicked and struggled futilely. The pair then wrestled the blonde to the floor and pinned her there; taking her wrists and pinning them to her back.

The brunette, Miss Roberts, opened up the leather satchel that the man had brought in and brought out a pair of glinting handcuffs. In a wink, they had her wrists tightly locked behind her back. The same fate befell her ankles before they turned her over.

“We are sorry to have to do this, but we really do need that book,” the woman said, knelling down and brushing the stray blonde hairs out of Erika’s face.

The man went over and turned off the lights then whispered to the woman who nodded and went behind the counter and pulled out a pad of paper and a marker.

‘They had prepared for just this,’ Erika thought as she squirmed a bit on the floor trying to force her way out of the handcuffs.

The man knelt down beside the bound woman and pulled from the satchel a small coil of rope. Erika watched with morbid fascination as the man quickly tied her knees together, cinching them tight but not so much as to cut off her circulation. He rolled her over and quickly did the same to her elbows, making them almost meet in back of her.

Erika then felt him unlock her cuffs, but her freedom was brief as he tied more rope around her fluttering hands. Again, he did the same with her ankles then forced her feet back and cinched them to her wrists in a tight hogtie. Lastly, the man tied a small rope over her mouth, forcing the rag to stay crammed in her mouth.

The brunette returned with the sign she had written. It looked close enough to Erika’s handwriting that it was scary:

“Closed due to an emergency. Will open tomorrow.”

Quickly the couple began to search the store. The brunette began with the box of books from the estate she hadn’t gone through yet and the man disappeared down one of the aisles, presumably to find the title if it had already been placed on the shelves. While they ignored her, Erika writhed on the floor, trying to find some kind of slack in her bonds. The man had done his job well, however, and Erika began to get sore from the effort.

“Enjoying yourself, dear?” the brunette asked, looking down at her captive.

Erika shook her head no and mewled into her gag.

“That is really too bad, really. You know, you look absolutely scrumptious lying there all bundled up. I would pay more attention to you, dear, but we have our client to consider.”

‘What did that mean!’ the thought screamed through Erika’s head.

The man came back to the woman, “It is not on the shelves.”

The man’s voice was the kind of deep, gravely voices one associated with mobsters save for the English accent.

The pair went to look at the boxes again not-too-carefully, throwing the books in a pile as they check the titles. Again, Erika struggled, causing her skirt to ride up her leg and revealing the top of her stocking. It was her modesty that stopped her from struggling more and enticing the pair to do more than robbing the store.

After whispering a bit, the man left out the back door and Ms. Roberts squatted down beside her captive.

“Erika, may I call you Erika? That is the name on your business listing.”

The bound woman just stared back at the brunette with her lagoon blue eyes, not moving.

“You have built quite a lovely store, Erika Adams: Proprietor. Probably took many years to build this sort of inventory, I suspect. And quite a number of pounds. . .I’m sorry, dollars. I travel so much sometimes I forget where I am. Where was I? Yes, there must be thousands of dollars in old books on these shelves. . .”

Just then, the man returned with a gasoline can in hand.

“. . .It would be a shame to see all these lovely volumes go up in flames. I am sure your are insured, but the money can’t replace that wonderful set of ‘Journeys Through Bookland’ sitting in that counter, now could it?”

Erika slowly nodded her head.

“Can you remember that scene in Fahrenheit 451 with all of those books going up in flame, Erika Adams?”

Again, Erika nodded her head. Inside her was tied up in gut-wrenching knots of fear and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to make everything go away.

“We can avoid all of that unpleasantness if you tell us where our client’s book is. Marx here is going to untie your gag and you are going to tell us where the book is. If you scream, dear, it will be the last sound you will ever make. Do I make myself clear?”

Terrified, Erika nodded.

“Good. Then we have come to an arrangement. Marx, would you be so kind as to un-gag Mrs. Erika Adams.”

The bound blonde felt the knot being untied behind her head the Marx unwound it from holding in the cloth. Not-to-gently, Marx then pulled the black cloth from out of Erika’s mouth.

“It’s at home,” Erika gasped, “Untie me and I will take you there to get it.”

Erika hardly got the words out before Marx shoved the cloth back into Erika’s mouth and retied the rope hold it in there, this time tighter than before. The nylon rope felt as if it was cutting into the sides of her mouth.

“Thank you, dear,” the brunette said, patting Erika on the head, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

The couple left Erika hogtied on the floor while they fetched Erika’s handbag and got out her keys and wallet. She watched them look at her driver’s license and write down the address as they consulted the yellow pages map. They whispered a few things to each other then the man grabbed the gasoline can and went out the back door, her keys in his hand.

Ms Roberts knelt down beside Erika again, “We are going on a little trip to your house, Erika, and you will be coming with us. It would be dangerous to leave you tied up like this here. Things happen. Now, I don’t want much fuss out of you. It is better for the both of us, dear.”

The brunette woman began to stroke her leather gloved fingers through Erika’s hair, almost lovingly.

“I can imagine your husband enjoys your many gifts, Erika, your quite an attractive woman. . .”

An icy dread began to trickle through Erika as she laid there bound, her hands squirming in their tight bonds trying to find some way of getting out of this.

The man came back, “Ready.”

“Here is the thing, dear Erika,” the woman said, “We are about to go so promise me that you won’t make a fuss.”

The bound blonde just stared wide-eyed at the woman.

“Promise me or I will leave you alone here with Marx.”

Erika nodded, sobbing into her gag. She still couldn’t twist her mind around what was happening to her. Together, the strangers picked her up off the floor and carried her to the back door and to the alley behind the store. There idling was her Buick and the trunk was already open. Quickly the couple set her inside and closed the trunk lid down, plunging her into darkness.

Once again, Erika struggle futilely at her bondage as she felt the car being driven. Even though it was a large trunk, Erika was beginning to feel very claustrophobic bound there in the dark.

She didn’t think that the couple would kill her. They would have done that already since they had everything they needed to get into her house and get their precious book. She had wished she had read that book last night to see what kind of book it was to drive someone do such a thing. She could see someone resorting to theft for a copy of Blake’s ‘Tales of innocence and experience’ or a first edition of Poe’s ‘Mystery and Imagination’, but she had never had even heard of this author nor the book.

Erika lived about a forty minute drive away in a new, comfortable suburb. It gave Erika plenty of time to try to affect an escape. She scooted around, feeling for anything to try to loosen or cut the cords binding her hands. She wished she had paid more attention to how the trunk was laid out and what was inside.

Then the car slowed, then stopped.

“They couldn’t have gotten there already,’ Erika thought to herself, ‘No, they couldn’t have.’

Then the car started up again only to drive the short distance into the garage. She heard the door open and the latch on the trunk pop open.
Erika looked up at the brunette, this time she was wearing a blonde wig.

“I am so glad you had a garage door opener, dear, it saved us from trying to sneak you in,” she smiled.

Erika looked around but she didn’t see the man.

“Don’t you worry, Erika Adams, Marx is letting himself in the front and soon will meet us her to take you inside,” the woman said, taking off her wig.

“For the neighbors, dear,” she said, “Behind the tinted glass you would really have to look to see that it wasn’t you. However, no one was peeking out their curtained little windows so we are all safe with our little secret.”

A few moments later, the bald-headed Marx appeared by her side. Without a word, he wrestled her out of the trunk and carried her inside, following the brunette.

“Let’s take her into the bedroom where she will be a bit more comfortable,” Erika heard the woman say as Marx took her through her living room and up the carpeted stairway, carrying her like a sack over his right shoulder.

The bedroom was one place Erika did not want to be put. The brunette’s words and her gentle caresses still echoed in her mind. The blonde yelled into her gag and shook her head as Marx continued to carry her.

“Now, now, dear. Everything will turn out as it is supposed to if you stop making a fuss,” Miss Roberts smiled as she followed Marx up the stairs, “So please, Erika Adams, please stop. . .”

Then the brunette leaned forward and whispered into the brunette’s ear, “. . .you are making my horny.”

Marx felt his squirming bundle stop squirming as he made his way through the bedroom doors. The master suite was large and dominated by a huge mission-style bed, a perfect place to put her while they searched for the book. The bed was high enough off of the floor that their captive would think twice before trying to wriggle her way off of it.
Marx carefully set the woman down while his partner crawled up in bed beside her.

“Home, sweet home dear,” the brunette smiled as she curled up facing Erika, “Now, Marx here is going to take that nasty gag out of your mouth again and you are going tell us exactly where you have put our client’s book. Any fuss and we may have to do things you may not enjoy. Do you understand that, dear Erika?”

Erika nodded her head. The sooner these people were out of her life, the better.

“That’s a good girl,” the brunette patted her on the head.

Once again, she felt the ropes around her head loosen and Marx extracted the black cloth. So took a minute to swallow before replying to the couple’s question.

“It is right beside you,” Erika said, “On my nightstand. Please let me. . .”

Marx pushed the cloth back into her mouth and retied the rope holding it in.

The brunette rolled over and looked and sure enough, there was the book; a small, burgundy leather bound book with its title embossed in gold leaf. It was an once-in-a-lifetime moment. Here it was, Dr. Geoffrey Brand’s manual for the husbands of his graduates. For decades, Dr. Brand hosted a training school for women second-to-none, teaching his wards submissiveness and the sexual arts not practiced on the continent. His time in India coupled with his concubine Indira made for a magical blend of ‘classes’ in his school. Within the covers of that book were basically how to treat your slave/wife including the riding-crop commands she was expected to obey. Only several hundred of these were ever produced, one for each ‘graduate’. And now she and Marx would have their own copy to use.

Quickly the brunette rolled off of the bed and picked up the small book. In her hands, it felt like the holy grail.

“Thank you, dear Erika, you do not know how much this means to our client,” the brunette turned back to the bound woman, “Now we have to prepare you for your husband’s return!”

It was the gleeful way the strange woman had said it that sent icy daggers through her gut. They had the book why wouldn’t they just go.

The brunette rolled Erika over onto her front while her partner undid her hogtie. After undoing the rope, the couple rolled Erika back over where the brunette climbed back into the bed and straddled the poor, bound woman.

Erika began to struggle anew as she felt the man’s hands reach and her skirt and unfastened its hooks. Erika bucked and squirmed as much as she could but it was in vain as she felt her skirt’s zipper being pulled down.

“Now, now, dear Erika, it isn’t what you think,” Miss Roberts said as she looked into Erika’s blue eyes and smiled, “Or maybe it is!”

Erika felt her skirt being pulled off over her bound legs. She now regretted this morning’s decision to wear her garter belt and stockings. Her black lace panties covered very little and was meant for her husband’s eyes only.

Looking behind her, the brunette grinned, “I see you dressed for the occasion.”

Erika felt the embers of her embarrassment flushing her skin red as she felt her suit jacket being unbuttoned slowly. The bound woman closed her eyes tightly as each button was slipped out of its hole. Erika also felt each of her shoes being taken off and cast aside.

Nearly every woman has had fantasies about being raped and Erika was no exception. Teenage dreams of pirates and gold and being bound and taken to far away lands fueled her dreams and choices of romance novels. Yet she had never taken it further than that and neither had her boyfriends or her husband. If they had fantasies, they kept them to themselves, unlike their hands.

Now Erika was in that taboo fantasy world as she wasn’t sure that she was liking it.

Erika felt her jacket being open up and she knew the buttons on her blouse would be next. Instead, she felt the brushing of the brunette’s fingertips over her breasts through the blouse, gently teasing at her nipples.

“Yes, I thought so dear, you are enjoying this a bit, aren’t you?” the brunette said.

Erika flushed from embarrassment again. The gentle caresses caused her nipples to stiffen and sent little sparks of pleasure swirling through her like fireflies. Slowly she felt the buttons of her blouse being undone as the brunettes warm fingertips traced over her skin.

The ropes around the statuesque blonde’s ankles loosened as Marx gently untied them, only the tie a loop around each of her ankles, drawn tight around one of the posts on either side of her footboard. The rope around her knees was next, cast away like her skirt.

Then Marx pulled on each of her ankle ropes, pulling her legs apart.

Erika began pleading into her gag and shaking her head.

“Quiet, my dear Erika, quiet,” the brunette whispered quietly as she continued to unbutton the bookseller’s silken blouse.

As her legs were stretched apart as far as they could go, the last button parted from its hole and the woman opened Erika’s blouse revealing the blonde’s large breasts and pale pink nipples stiff from the brunette’s attentions.

Erika felt the woman gently ease the blouse off of her shoulders along with her jacket. She then watched helplessly as the bald-headed man lifted her up into a sitting position and the woman put her arms around her to keep her there. Erika felt her elbow’s bonds being loosened and removed and her jacket and blouse pushed down her arms past her rope-sore elbows.

Then Marx retied them and then did the same with her wrists, pulling both her jacket and blouse off but instead of retying them, he forced them in front of her where the brunette grab a hold of each wrist.

“Now remember what I said about making a fuss,” the brunette said looking into Erika’s eyes.

Erika felt the ropes around her elbows part again and for a brief second she thought about fighting of this woman, but she knew she couldn’t with her legs still bound as they were. More than likely, it would end in a painful lesson so she didn’t struggle as Marx retied her wrists in front of her and pulled them over her head, forcing Erika to lay back onto the bed as he lashed her wrists to the slatted headboard until she could hardly move.

Again, Erika was struck by the fact that everything about this seemed smoothed and practiced, as if the couple had done this time and time again. She watched helplessly as Marx gathered up her clothes and left the bedroom.

Still straddling the blonde, the woman began to gently pinch Erika’s nipples, sending more warm flickers of pleasure sparking though her and causing her to moan quietly behind her gag.

“Now that we are alone,” the brunette whispered, “I just wanted to say how tempting you are, bound here on your bed. Now, where do you keep your marital aids, Erika Adams dear?”

Erika glanced briefly over at her nightstand before realizing what she had done.

“Thank you, dear.”

The brunette rolled off of the bound woman and opened the drawer. There was amongst the reading glasses and highlighters and flashlights a pair of vibrators and some lotions. Both vibes were of the battery operated kind that suited her just fine. Taking some K-Y, the brunette lubricated the vibrator generously before kneel between Erika’s spread legs.
Erika watched helplessly as her captor eased her lace panties over and spread her lips. She could feel the nudge of the vibrator as the brunette gently pushed it inside of her, making sure it was all the way in before putting Erika’s panties back in place.

“Now, dear, we will be leaving you, but,” the brunette turned on the vibrator on high, “but we will leave this to keep you company until your husband come home. I will write him a very sexy letter asking him to take every advantage of your situation until he has had his fill. Marx is leaving the trail of your clothes to lead him here and I can imagine it won’t take him long at all to enjoy your many treasures while you are a bit on the helpless side. By the time your romance is ending we will be very far away. So, Erika Adams, enjoy our little parting gift.”

With that, the brunette kissed Erika on the forehead and produced from the jacket pocket a black velvet scarf which she tied over the blonde’s eyes.

“Again, sweet dreams, Erika Adams.”

As the brunette left, she could a sworn she heard the bound woman moan as if in pleasure. Yes, her husband was in for the treat of his life.

-end-

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