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Chapter 1 Ok, so my wife read 50 Shades way back then and we talked after. She loved the idea of a Red ‘play’ room just for us, I thought it may be fun and very well spice up our sex life. Per her instruction, I painted our spare bedroom - she did make a great color choice. Over time we added some interesting toys to our collection. Prior to this over the years we both figured out quite quickly that she was best suited for Top and me for Bottom, so sure, this dynamic was easily carried over into our Red room where lots of fun was had. Looking back, I recall her never wanting to be the Bottom. Humm… ...

Author's Note: He wants to try the chair. But it turns out to be a mistake My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax. ...

That day, I came in the front door, called out: “Hallo, dear” and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. There is a doorway through to the lounge and I heard Julie, Mrs T, whose tones are not always soft, say: ‘He’s jerking off". I shouted “Hallo, dear”, again and there was a short embarrassed silence. Then Mrs T called “come in here, darling”, and I went through to find her sitting with her friend Wendy, either side of a bottle of prosseco on the coffee table. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years back found it the other day, tweaked it a bit and figured i’d post it. Hope you like it. Chapter 1 It was 6pm, the snow was pounding down, and to top it off it had been a day from hell at work. I called home to let Her know that I would order takeout for dinner. Saving both of us from cooking. The cool calm sweet demenor on the phone, belied the bitch she could be. The takeout would be delivered around 730 they said, being as backed up as they were. ...

The next day, Richard was hardly present at work. Fortunately, there were no important meetings or report deadlines, or he would have been in trouble. Instead, he just sat in his office, re-starting to read memo’s multiple times, and the only thing his eyes would see were scenes from the night before. The sight of Marjorie when he was done, it already was a classic painting to him, and for Richard the picture would be in his mental museum forever. ...

Return to the Room Alex flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the hotel robe against his shower-damp skin. He always felt better when he’d had a chance to wash away the feelings of a long hard day with the clients. Thankfully the law firm he worked for treated their staff well - the hotel they were putting him up in made his own apartment feel like a squat in comparison. It was one of the oldest in the city, and the whole place radiated luxury. Every staff member there treated him like visiting royalty, which made it a pleasure to return there after an over-long day in a stuffy meeting room with his corporate clients. ...

Yvette’s Abduction Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each. ...

It was Saturday evening and my Wife, Lisa, said it was time for my weekly evaluation. She told me to go to the basement and prepare myself. Half of the basement is finished off and we use as our play space. There is a small storage room under the stairs. The room is too small to stand up or stretch out in. Lisa loves that and often makes me spend time in there for transgressions. It is also where I keep what Lisa calls my slave outfit. I opened the door and crawled inside. I removed my clothes and got out my wrist and ankle cuffs and collar. I put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and secured them with small padlocks. ...

Author's Note: True story. Ah Cindy, my little imp. If you have read our other stories, You know the deal here. We publish NOTHING that is not real and true. OK - this one took me completely by surprise. Good ol’ Cindy! She put a lot of planning into this one. Oh man, I mean a LOT of planning! I got home from work about 20 or so minutes before her (which is usually the case) and found an envelope taped to the door leading from the garage to the kitchen with my name on it in her handwriting. ...

Justin emerged from the bathroom, his head covered by the towel he was using to dry off his hair. Otherwise naked, he walked into his bedroom, water still dripping from his freshly showered body. Pulling the towel from his head, he jumped back a step, not expecting to be greeted by his girlfriend sitting on his bed, facing the doorway. “Shit, Melissa, you scared the hell out of me.” “Well hello to you too,” she responded sarcastically. “I assumed it was okay to let myself in, since you did give me a key.” ...