Joe Wood

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living or dead persons is coincidental. Warning: It contains scenes of bondage and violence. In the South Pacific Ocean, 2002 In contrast to popular belief, diamonds are not a girl’s best friends because compressed carbon is highly overrated. Not to mention that they are not as easily to cash as everybody thinks. Neither are exceptionally large boobs requiring custom brassieres, even when they are natural with small areolas and big nipples. ...

When I wake up I have immediately the feeling that something is wrong. The alarm clock on my nightstand tells me it is 3:14am. I turn on the light. “I told you she’s awake,” the taller of the two masked intruders says. “You better don’t scream, or you’ll regret it.” The big guns in their gloved right hands shows me that he has a good point. “We don’t want to harm you,” the shorter one says now. “But you’ll have to come with us until your father has paid the ransom.” ...

Do I really want to do this? Or do I have another choice? Not really – if I don’t want to ruin my career – what might happen anyway. While I’m dressing myself to meet my fate in the park my thoughts are lingering back to the Friday night a week ago when the whole misery began. Well, it didn’t really begin there because my involvement in self-bondage has been going on for a long time. ...

I ring the doorbell. The beautiful blonde in her late twenties looks exactly like I know her from her movies. “Hi, you must be Bruce. Come in,” she smiles at me. Her apartment looks cozy – home-like, not kinky like I expected. Emily seems to have read my mind since she asks: “Not what you had in mind?” “Not exactly, but I didn’t know what to think anyway. This is all quite new to me.” ...