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Fictional Fantasies‘I literally can’t remember the last time I got laid,’ joked Luke, rubbing a hand across his blond stubbly chin. ‘Probably a charity shag on Valentines Day.’‘Huh! Join the club!’ Meg grimaced. ‘It’s probably been nearer a year for me.’ Liar, she thought to herself, guiltily picking at her nail varnish. You can treble that estimate.‘Yeah, but Meg, I live in the same house as Beth. Sleep in the same bed. We’re supposed to be in loving relationship. Whereas you’re…’‘I’m depressingly single and probably way too picky to ever be anything else now.’‘I’m sure that’s not true.’‘I’m sure it is! I want a guy who intuitively knows what I want without me having to sit him down and spell it out. That would just blow me away. But he’d need to be a bloody mindreader!’ she laughed, twisting her long brown hair through her fingers.‘What is it you want?’ asked Luke thoughtfully, his blue eyes crinkling. ‘I want my fantasy man to act out my fantasies.’‘And what are your fantasies?’ asked Luke quietly, putting his feet on the coffee table in front of him.‘A secret,’ smiled Meg, cradling her glass of wine. ‘You see my problem?’‘Do you think if I knew Beth’s secret fantasies, she’d want me again? We used to shag like rabbits. I used to be what she needed,’ said Luke sadly.‘Perhaps,’ ventured Meg. ‘Have you talked to her about it? Can you ask her?’Luke shook his head. ‘Diaries?’‘I couldn’t read someone’s diary!’ said Luke shocked. ‘Besides, I don’t think she keeps one.’‘Favourite books, films?’ Luke looked blank.‘I hate to say it Lukie, but I’m not sure you’re paying enough attention,’ observed Meg, swallowing the last of her wine and placing her glass carefully on the table. ‘Right, shall I take a quick look at this problem with your computer before I go?’********Sitting at the computer in the study, Meg admired the photographs adorning the small, cosy room in which she sat. Most of them were of Luke and Beth in various sunny locations, smiling, sometimes clearly drunk, but always seemingly happy. Although they’d met several times, Meg and Beth had never been close friends; Beth always seemed a little apprehensive that Luke could have a platonic female friend who wasn’t a threat. Meg also represented the single life Luke had before they had met; it hadn’t been particularly wild or exciting, but all the same, Beth had obviously not been a part of it and regarded it with suspicion.The software update Meg was installing for Luke seemed to be taking forever and she was running out of activities to do while she waited. Standing up and stretching, Meg wandered over to the window and stared dreamily outside. It was a fantastic English summer’s day; the sun shone hot and bright through clear blue skies. Dark, thick, green foliage of the surrounding oak trees stood out in a direct contrast and a heat haze was starting to build. All in all, it was an absolutely perfect afternoon for the beach, which co-incidentally was where she was heading in a few minutes. Bliss! And talking about bliss, the most gorgeous man Meg had ever laid eyes on was wandering half-naked around the garden. Ducking down, to stay out of his line of vision, Meg watched a tall, well-muscled, dark-haired man digging beside the shed. With sweat visibly running down his naked torso and denim shorts torn at the knee, Meg could see the pronounced muscles in his forearms and taut stomach as he worked. Gosh, he must be fit, achieving that level of strenuous exercise on such a hot day. Pity she didn’t have a reason to hire a gardener, but he might become suspicious to be called in just to tend to the flowerpots on her patio! Hearing Luke‘s footsteps approaching, Meg mentally shook herself, smoothed down the front of her skirt and turned to face the door. ‘Nearly there!’ said Meg in an over-bright voice, trying to ignore the hot flush that had appeared across her neck and chest from watching the gardener.‘Thanks so much, Meg,’ smiled Luke. ‘You know how utterly computer illiterate I am!’‘I certainly do!’ agreed Meg. Concentrating on the screen, she hit the enter key a couple of times with a flourish. ‘Right, that’s all done. New anti-virus software installed. So now the boring stuff’s out of the way, are you sure you can’t come to the beach with me?’********Stripped to the waist, Jack strode into the kitchen, making a beeline for the sink. He downed a pint of water in seconds, immediately running the tap for a refill.‘Phew! Its crazy hot out there, little bro!’ he said, wiping beads of sweat from his face with his forearm.‘Yeah, looks it,’ replied Luke distantly.‘Any time you feel like helping out,’ said Jack with heavy sarcasm. ‘Please be my guest.’‘Sorry. Stuff on my mind.’‘Yeah? Who was the girl?’‘Meg,’ replied Luke.Jack looked quizzically at his younger brother and shrugged.‘I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before,’ explained Luke. ‘All those years ago, while you were away slumming it in Edinburgh…’‘It was nearly twenty years ago. And I’m not sure studying veterinary medicine at university quite constitutes slumming it,’ interrupted Jack laughing.‘You say potato, I say pot-ato,’ Luke shrugged. ‘Anyway, as I was saying, whilst you were slumming it, Meg and I were living the high life at sixth form college. She was one of my best mates.’‘Just a mate?’ questioned Jack. ‘You sure? She looks pretty cute.’‘Of course I’m sure,’ replied Luke. ‘She’s my friend. And, incidentally, ten times better than any of the high maintenance, shallow women you’ve ended up with over the years.’‘Thanks. None taken,’ said Jack sardonically. ‘Sounds like you’re trying to set me up on a date.’‘No chance! I wouldn’t do that to her! Although, I have to say, Mum would view her as perfect daughter-in-law material.’ Jack rolled his eyes. ‘But she’s way too sweet for the likes of you,’ grinned Luke.‘Just as well,’ replied Jack, raising his eyebrows. ‘I can’t think of anything more boring than going on a date with Little Miss Perfectly Innocent Goody-two-shoes! I saw her on your computer, by the way.’Luke nodded. ‘Yes.’‘What was she doing?’‘A favour for me.’‘Huh! How very secretive,’ replied Jack sarcastically. ‘Mind if I go and check my emails before I get back outside?’‘Course not. And then, if you’re very lucky, I might come and give you a hand.’‘Wow, I’m honoured. You’re going to help me work in your garden?’********Unlike his brother, Jack’s technology skills were exceptional. With his interest in Meg heightened, he navigated his way methodically through the deleted internet history which had accidentally been left in the trash folder. Jack discovered that Meg had briefly logged into a writer’s chat room; a site to which she hadn’t actively logged back out again. Using her still enabled login, Jack scanned through her private messages and posts, slowly piecing together an extremely interesting picture. It looked as though the oh-so-innocent Meg had herself a secret hobby. Writing erotic fiction, no less, under the pen name of Jamie Mitchell. Jack scanned through a number of the online stories that Meg had recently submitted and felt himself starting to grow hard. So not quite the straight arrow that his brother believed her to be then? How very interesting. With Jack’s fascination in this girl suddenly ignited, he leaned back quietly in the chair, ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair and let his mind race. He had a direct route to Meg’s most private, secretly intimate sexual fantasies and, unlike his brother, Jack’s moral compass, on the rare occasion that it worked at all, never pointed true north. This was definitely a situation he needed to exploit to his full advantage but it would take some careful planning. He’d kick it off by spending the rest of the day subtly quizzing an unsuspecting Luke for some useful background information on Meg.********It had been several weeks, but Meg still found her thoughts flitting to the tall, exceptionally sexy gardener that she’d caught a tantalising glimpse of in Luke’s garden. After a light dinner one evening, Meg sank blissfully into the corner section of her sofa and flipped open her laptop. Her fictional hero Sam awaited her and she smirked at the thought of what naughty deeds she would type out for him to undertake tonight. She’d hit an impasse recently which culminated around Sam tying his partner to the bed to have his wicked way with her. Having never been restrained herself, Meg always found it difficult to describe such scenes in detail but was hopeful that tonight she could get past her writer’s block. After all, other authors relied on imagination not experience for a good deal of their stories, didn’t they? Nobody knew what it was actually like to live on another planet, survive a nuclear winter or, for that matter, attend wizarding school, did they?With this dilemma scurrying around her head, before starting work, Meg logged onto the writers’ chat room to check for any messages. Several of the usual suspects were logged into the public chat room and what looked like a heated discussion regarding royalty payments seemed to be taking place. Just as Meg was about to log back out a window popped up requesting a private chat. Meg accepted the invitation from a user who went by the name of NimbleKimble and waited as a message was typed to her.[NimbleKimble]: Hi, thanks for speaking to me.[JMitchell]: Hi, no problem. Great name, by the way. Are you nimble? Seconds later, a new message appeared. Meg acknowledged that the person on the other end must be touch-typing at a formidable speed. Good punctuation too, which was always a bugbear of Meg’s. [NimbleKimble]: Well, my fingers certainly are…I’ve read your stories and I have a few questions, if you don’t mind?[JMitchell]: Sure. Fire away.[NimbleKimble]: When you write your lead character Sam, are you writing from direct experience?[JMitchell]: God, I wish![NimbleKimble]: So, it’s all just fantasy?[JMitchell]: Not all but mostly, yes.[NimbleKimble]: You have a very active imagination then, I commend you. What would you do if your partner suddenly played out one of the scenes you had written?[JMitchell]: I’d be a very happy girl. But I’d also know I was dreaming. I neither have a partner, nor know anybody who is able to link my pen name and my real name.[NimbleKimble]: Okay. Not a partner. Say me, for example. Imagine if I found out the truth and, for one night only, I became Sam. Wouldn’t that be an example of real life being way preferable to fiction? Would you go through with it?Suddenly hyper-aware of her own heartbeat, Meg paused, unsure of how to respond. My God. That would be her dream; somebody who understood her, deep down. Instinctively and intuitively knew what she wanted, how she needed to be touched. Whilst Meg’s thoughts were racing away with her, further comments were being typed. Glancing at them, she wasn’t afraid to admit that they made her breath turn fast and shallow, whilst an insistent pulse began to beat between her legs.[NimbleKimble]: Sam wouldn’t be edging his thick cock into some nameless brunette; he’d be sliding inside you. [NimbleKimble]: His fingers would tease your body. [NimbleKimble]: His tongue would snag across your nipples.[NimbleKimble]: It would all be happening to you. For real.[JMitchell]: Sorry, for the pause. Just taking a cold shower! But I sadly refer you to my previous answer and that situation won’t change.[NimbleKimble]: Never say never. I hope we’re able to talk again soon.— NimbleKimble has left the conversation —********Following an early morning run and an invigorating shower, Luke flipped open his laptop screen and tucked into a bowl of cereal. Deep in thought, he was reading an email from Meg when the back door opened and Jack strolled in. Luke jumped guiltily.‘What you up to mate?’ asked Jack, clocking the message straight away. ‘Beth not about?’‘No, she’s staying with her sister for a few days,’ replied Luke closing the laptop screen firmly.‘Everything okay with you two?’‘Sure. Her sister’s just had a baby, so Beth’s gone there to help.’ Jack nodded, grabbed a glass and the carton of orange juice and sat down opposite Luke.‘I couldn’t help noticing that email was from Meg. Do you need to talk?’Luke was silent for a long moment and then shook his head.‘Not really. I’m just failing on all fronts with Beth. Meg was trying to offer me some advice on how to fix things.’Jack raised an eyebrow. This he had to see.‘Can I take a look?’ Luke re-opened the laptop, sighed and swung the screen around to face his brother.‘I don’t expect you to understand,’ said Luke sadly. ‘But I really thought Beth was the one. Things just seem to have become stale. She’s not interested in me anymore.’‘She’s definitely still interested in you, buddy. Besides, why shouldn’t I understand that?’ questioned Jack, reading carefully down the screen, a look of distinct concentration on his face.‘You’ve never had a problem with women! They’re like bees round honey.’‘That’s where you’re wrong Lukie. As you kindly pointed out the other week, they’re the wrong kind of women. I might be able to attract them but keeping anything going long term…I envy what you and Beth have, to be honest,’ said Jack quietly, looking Luke directly in the eyes.‘But we never seem to have sex anymore,’ said Luke sadly.‘Ah, now relationships are not my forte, but sex, I can advise on,’ said Jack with a lopsided smile. I reckon Meg’s suggestions are a good starting point, but personally I think the plan is way too tame at the moment. Taking Beth to a nice hotel and buying some sex toys is not going to set the world alight. You need to put some proper effort into it and go for maximum impact.’‘Well, I guess Meg’s about as experienced as me on these matters. She’s had even fewer partners than I have.’‘Really?’ asked Jack, carefully logging that nugget of information. ‘Well, sex is basically very easy. You just need to remember a few simple bursa escort words,’ he said, pausing dramatically for effect.‘Respect, honesty… humour?’ suggested Luke.‘Viagra, Viagra, Viagra,’ said Jack, roaring with laughter.‘Silly git!’ chortled Luke. ‘I thought you were actually going to help me then.’ Jack looked fondly across at him and exhaled slowly.‘Because you’re my brother, and only because you’re my brother, I will. Really great sex needs four key ingredients; creativity, technique, confidence and possibly most important of all, mischievousness.’‘Mischievousness?’ queried Luke with a raised eyebrow.‘Yeah. You’re got to push her boundaries. No actually, on second thoughts, blow her boundaries out of the water! Tease her until she screams. Make her beg with longing for you.’‘How the hell do I do that?’ asked a perplexed looking Luke.‘Don’t look so worried, mate. It’ll be a lot of fun for both of you,’ grinned Jack. ‘Let me explain.’********Meg considered herself lucky to live within the vicinity of a creative writing rural retreat which regularly ran short residential writing courses. As well as attending interesting lectures by experienced authors, she was able to meet and swap ideas with other students which she found equally valuable. Meg was signed up to attend a number of short courses during the summer. Part of the allure, she wasn’t afraid to admit, was the overnight accommodation package. Each student was provided with their own private cottage and these were s**ttered throughout the large estate. The facilities included a swimming pool, sauna, a nearby private beach and a fantastic all-inclusive restaurant.Arriving at lunchtime, Meg made her way happily to the little cottage assigned to her. It comprised of a master bedroom en-suite, a large lounge-diner and a small kitchenette. Once she had settled in, Meg strolled through the beautiful gardens to the main building, in order to attend an afternoon lecture and workshop led by Scott Martin. Scott was a successful novelist and definitely Meg’s favourite lecturer at the retreat. Recognising a number of previous attendees, Meg spent a happy afternoon alongside them, debating plot and characterisation. Briefly returning to her cottage to freshen up, Meg then met back up with her group to share a delicious meal, accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine. She meandered happily back to her cottage at dusk and quickly sank contentedly into an exquisitely comfortable king-sized bed.From a far away place, woken from deep slumber, Meg inhaled, slow and deep. The room was pitch black and it felt like the middle of the night. How incredibly annoying to wake at such an inconvenient time, especially when she’d been having such a pleasant dream until that point as well. The dream floated away from her grasp, like sand running through her fingers, but memories of a tall, chiselled, alarmingly sexy gardener remained with her. Sleepily rotating her shoulder, Meg started to roll over when she realised she couldn’t reposition her right arm. In fact, she couldn’t reposition her left arm either…or her legs! Struggling, Meg’s heart rate suddenly shot through the roof as adrenalin rushed through her body and her predicament was realised; she was laying face down on the bed, spread-eagled, with her wrists and ankles bound to each of the four bed posts. She opened her mouth, in order to shout for help, when out of the darkness a hand came forward and covered her mouth.‘If you try and scream for help, I will gag you. If you keep quiet, you can stay as you are. Know that I am not going to hurt you.’ As the hand was removed, Meg noted his voice was deep, strong and confident, with a hint of a Scottish accent.‘Let me go. Please,’ she begged.‘I’m afraid I can’t do that.’‘What do you want from me?’‘That is exactly the question I will be asking of you later. Right now, I’m going to tie a blindfold over your eyes so I can turn the light on.’‘No, please. Please let me go,’ begged Meg hopelessly as silk material was fastened securely around her head.‘I’m sorry but I can’t do that,’ he repeated. ‘And very shortly, I give you my word that you won’t want me to.’ Meg heard the click of the bedside lamp but thanks to the blindfold saw only darkness.‘That’s better.’‘What do you want?’‘I’m only here for one purpose, Megan. Your pleasure,’ he murmured.‘You’re a r****t?’ mumbled a terrified Meg into the pillow.‘Of course I’m not!’ spoke the deep voice. Even in Meg’s frightened state, she recognised the tone of mild outrage and it made her feel slightly calmer.‘Who are you then?’‘Why don’t you call me Sam?’Meg lay there disbelievingly. This could not be happening. Being blindfolded had heightened her other senses and she was very aware of the man walking about the room, moving items around. She pulled down on her restraints but to no avail. Her mind was churning through the men on the course with her and whether they might potentially be this man. Nobody had a voice this deep though and no-one was Scottish. Her frenzied, chaotic thoughts were rudely interrupted as he began to speak once more.‘You must have worked out what’s going to happen next? You’ve lived this scene a thousand times in your head. Now it’s going to happen for real.’‘No,’ she moaned. ‘Please stop.’ Meg’s brain felt foggy and slow. How had he worked out who she was? She had never told anyone her pen name; never shared her secret. And which scene was he referring to? Or perhaps it was better not to know what was coming next. Behind her, Meg could hear the sound of scissors as the intruder cut through both straps of her silk black camisole, and then straight down the length of the material, leaving her naked, accessible and fully exposed to whatever he had planned. Meg gasped loudly. She was completely vulnerable.‘You’re afraid,’ said the stranger’s voice softly.‘Of course I am!’‘What are you afraid of?’‘That you’ll hurt me. That you’ll do something I don’t want you to.’‘I promise I have no intention of doing either of those things.’ Meg felt the bed drop a little as the man sat down on the bed beside her.‘I’ll make you a deal,’ he said. ‘Give me ten minutes. During that time, I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. After ten minutes, if you want me to leave, I’ll walk away.’‘Okay,’ replied Meg apprehensively.‘I haven’t quite finished yet,’ said the man and Meg could hear a smile in his voice. ‘If, after ten minutes, you want me to continue, I will. The price of me continuing is that you submit to something I ask for, if we ever meet again in the future’‘That’s fine,’ said Meg quickly. ‘I won’t want you to continue.’ He chuckled.‘Be very careful. You are dealing with an unknown quantity with me. You don’t know what I’m capable of but you will shortly.’‘I’m sure you’re…’‘Shhh. In an hour’s time, when you are begging me to help you come, we can revisit this conversation then.’ Meg was shocked into silence by his words and the assured confidence and certainty with which he spoke them. She felt movement on the bed and some tapping.‘Right, I’ve set the timer on my phone for 10 minutes. So, let’s begin.’Through the darkness, Meg could feel drops of warm oil cascading across her spine, between her buttocks and down the back of each leg. At first, he gently stroked his palms across her body, smoothing the oil into her skin. His touch was warm, gentle and soft and Meg was soon breathing deep and slow, even in the face of her predicament. Picking up on her relaxation, he gradually ramped up the pressure, commencing what would become a mind-blowing massage. His strong fingers worked relentless into her tense neck and shoulder muscles, forcing them into submission, making her relax despite the circumstances in which she found herself. As she lay there, inhaling deeply, he leant across her and Meg thought she caught a subtle scent of him; clean, tangy, expensive. Having massaged the deep tissue of Meg’s shoulders, his hands slid down the outside of her rib cage, stroking the side of her breasts. Picking up on her faster breathing, his right hand slid further round her breast, creeping underneath her body to locate her taut nipple. Meg moaned involuntarily, as he gently rolled her nipple between his oily thumb and forefinger. Despite her fear, she could feel how swollen and wet she had already become and seemed powerless to prevent the reaction this man was forcing from her body.Returning both hands to her back, he moved slowly down her torso, eventually rotating across her buttocks. So, this was what it felt like to be restrained; to have all your options removed and be completely in the hands of another person? Meg was just trying to decide whether it was frightening or surprisingly empowering when from a faraway place, she heard the quiet sound of gentle music playing.‘That’s your ten minutes, Megan,’ he said gently. ‘What’s your decision?’In a relaxed daze, Meg slowly became capable of rational thought once more. Should she ask him to stop or to continue? In all honesty, she was torn. Of course, her mind knew the sensible thing to do would be to get this stranger out of her room and make herself safe. But her body was desperate for the continuation of this man’s amazing touch. Whilst she lay there, his hands had ceased moving, with the exception of the ball of one thumb, which he continued to gently grind into the deep muscle of her right buttock.‘I think I want you to continue,’ Meg said, the truth of the statement surprising even herself.‘Are you sure?’ he queried. ‘Don’t forget that me continuing has certain conditions attached. And the price of each additional ten minutes I continue is your agreement to submit to me for something I request in the future.’‘I’m sure,’ she said shakily.‘Very well, if you’re sure,’ he replied. ‘I’ll re-set the clock for another ten minutes.’Commencing with a deep massage of her buttocks, Meg returned almost instantly into a transcendental state. Gradually, his hands moved down her body, slippery fingers snagging on the very edge of her over-sensitive lips, as he massaged her inner thigh. Meg gasped loudly in response. She didn’t want him to stop but realised that she couldn’t prevent him even if she wanted to, with her restrained ankles spread wide at each corner of the huge bed. She could almost envisage the satisfied smirk on the face of her antagonist and vowed to stop this when the ten-minute alarm next rang. Trailing the backs of his fingers slowly down the inside of her left leg, Meg grew more and more turned on. When his slippery, confident fingers finally reached the underside of her foot, Meg groaned from the pleasure that pulsed through her body. As he ran the pad of one soft, oily finger gently across the base of her foot, from her heel up to her toes, Meg could feel a corresponding twinge in her swollen pussy lips. Twitching with desire, she wriggled her body, becoming aware of the extent of her arousal as she did so. Meg could only imagine the sight this stranger was getting as liquid pooled onto the sheet below her.Gradually, his hands migrated back up to her inner thigh, fingers moving so quickly that her overstimulated body could barely keep track of the sensations. ‘Don’t stop!’ she begged, hearing the alarm play for a second time.‘Same terms?’ he murmured sexily, his hands never leaving her body.‘Yes!’ she moaned as an oily finger skimmed across her outer lips and then retreated. Meg felt an overwhelmingly desperate desire to orgasm, not least because she hadn’t been intimate with a man for so long that her level of sexual frustration was at an almost unbearable peak. She was hopeful that in the next ten minutes, he would surely drive her to orgasm. But it soon became clear that he had different ideas. The focus of his massage had moved solely to her inner thigh and buttock area now, but he failed to provide the relief Meg so desperately needed. Occasionally, a stray finger would glide lazily across her swollen lips or accidentally lightly graze her sensitive perineum causing a gasp of shock but he seemed intent to stick to his word; he was going to make Meg beg for her orgasm.‘Has time become your friend, or your enemy?’ Meg heard him murmur between her desperate gasps. The incessant teasing was relentless and with each touch, Meg’s moans became louder. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take and somewhere at the back of her mind, she realised that at last she understood what it was like to be restrained in bed; to hand over complete control to another person. And for that person to decide how, when and if the intense desire he was forcing her to feel would ever be allowed to culminate in an ultimate, explosive release.The man seemed to be revelling in her slow torture now, graduating to allowing one finger to very lightly slide along the astonishingly slippery mess between her legs.‘Please,’ begged Meg, clenching her hands into fists.‘What are you pleading for?’ he murmured and she could hear the smile through his voice. ‘You want me to stop?’Meg groaned.‘Answer me,’ he ordered, sliding two fingers down either side of her wet, throbbing clit, gently squeezing and then releasing. Crying out, Meg’s internal muscles contracted hard at the unexpected but delicious contact, but no sooner had she begun to enjoy the sensation, his fingers had disappeared elsewhere again.‘No,’ sobbed Meg. ‘I don’t want you to stop. I desperately want to come.’‘Did you let that poor girl in your story come?’‘I’m sure I did.’‘You’re right, you did. But she was teased mercilessly first, wasn’t she? Besides, your ten minutes is up again.’With that, he removed his hands from Meg’s skin and covered her body with a bed sheet.‘You let her calm right back down again before the slow torment started all over again.’‘No, please,’ said Meg desperately, pulling against her restraints. God, she wasn’t even in a position to be able bursa escort bayan to make herself come, not that she’d ever had any success in that department. Meg’s arousal had always relied heavily on being in the hands of another person and not knowing what would happen next. ‘You can’t leave me like this.’‘You know, I actually agree with you,’ he replied. ‘It would definitely be beneficial to keep you on the boil. Maybe you should amend your story accordingly when you’re back home.’ And with that, his hands moved beneath her hips and settled something adjacent to her clit. Meg twisted and jerked about but to no avail. Whatever it was, she couldn’t shift it.‘I’ve noticed your stories don’t include any of the remote-control sex toys available on the market. Some of them, like this one for instance,’ he explained, ‘you can hook up to your mobile phone and then just text a series of instructions through. I could be anywhere and able to give you pleasure. For example…’There was a short delay, whilst Meg could hear some tapping taking place on a touch-phone. Her body tensed, knowing what to expect, but not knowing when it would happen. And then the low, gentle rumble of clitoral vibrations started. Meg’s first thought was relief that she would at last be allowed to come. However, the pulse had been set at such a low frequency, in order to make her feel unendurably turned on but unable to orgasm without further stimulation.‘This is unbearable!’ shouted Meg. ‘Please don’t do this to me.’‘I’m going to leave you to relax for a while. I’ll be back in a bit.’‘Noooo!’ complained Meg. ‘You can’t leave me like this.’‘Like what?’‘Tied up.’‘And horny?’‘Yeah,’ she admitted, shamefully. ‘Horny as hell.’‘I can leave if you wish. Or would you like another ten minutes on the clock?’ He laughed loudly before Meg had chance to respond.‘Don’t worry, I already know the answer to that. Same terms. And I’m not going far. Just got a few texts to send.’ Meg heard footsteps, followed by the door of the bedroom closing, followed by silence.Blindfolded, restrained at the ankles and wrists, Meg lay helpless, unable to escape her predicament. The vibration settings would regularly change to ensure she was held in a perfectly balanced state of tension. The vibrations stopped altogether at one point and Meg relaxed, thinking her ordeal might be over. But a moment later, they had returned, ramping up and up until she was sure she would reach a climax. Predictably, that joyous moment was not allowed to happen, as the vibrations dropped right back down to an infuriatingly low level and the cycle commenced again.By the time she heard the door open and he eventually returned, Meg was at the end of her tether. The teasing ceased and she was intensely aware of how her exhausted body was desperate for a form of relief that only this man could provide.‘I’m back,’ he announced jauntily. ‘I hope, for future reference, you’ve learnt not to make those poor women in your stories wait so long for orgasm though. Most people would consider that fairly unsporting, although I have to say, I’m not one of them.’ Unable to form a coherent sentence, Meg simply growled in response. Exhausted, she lay lethargically on the bed whilst a cold finger was stroked between her legs, causing her to gasp. He then removed her ankle and wrist restraints and placed his hands between her shoulders.‘Stay as you are. Your blindfold must remain on until I’ve left,’ he instructed.‘Why? I want to see you.’‘Do you really?’ he asked, the tips of his fingers slowly moving down either side of her spine. When his hands reached the cleft of her bottom, they separated, running along the inside of each buttock. ‘Isn’t that part of the thrill, Megan. The not knowing?’ he asked, as he reached her swollen pussy lips.The cold finger must have been distributing some kind of sensitivity gel because suddenly even the smallest touch sent Meg sky high.‘Now,’ he said in a business-like manner. ‘What do you want from me? Tell me what you need?’‘To come,’ groaned Meg. ‘Desperately.’‘Any specific requests for exactly how you’d like that to happen?’ he asked cheekily and she could hear the smile transfer through to his voice once more.‘No,’ she mumbled. ‘I’ve got a feeling you don’t need any instructions.’‘That’s true,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m pretty confident I know what I’m doing. And our conversation earlier? Do you remember what I said?’‘That I’d be begging you to help me to come,’ whispered Meg shyly.‘Mmmm, that’s right. The strange thing is, I don’t hear a whole lot of begging.’‘Please, please, please. I desperately need you to help me come. Please.’‘On this occasion and going against my normal M.O., I will show you mercy,’ he joked. ‘Since you asked so very nicely. Choose a number between one and five.’‘Um, three?’‘Playing it safe, huh?’ he teased. ‘Going for the middle of the road?’‘One,’ he said, gently hooking his thumb against Meg’s clit and causing her hips to jump off the bed. ‘Two,’ he continued, placing his index finger against her sensitive, wet opening. ‘Three,’ he finished, placing his middle finger to join it. ‘I think I can work with that.’‘What on earth would you have done if I’d said five?’ asked a shocked Meg.‘Would you like to change your answer and find out?’ he grinned.‘No,’ said Meg quickly.‘Go on! I promise it’ll be fun.’‘No!’‘Spoilsport. Before I continue,’ he said softly. ‘If I happened to be passing your way in the future, would you like me to visit you again?’‘Fuck, yeah,’ sighed Meg, as he gently skimmed his fingers between her wet, swollen lips.‘Good. I’d like that too.’‘Oh God,’ groaned Meg as he slowly pressed against her delicate skin and two of his long, knowing fingers sunk slowly inside her. Meg had hoped that her torment would now be at an end but it quickly became clear that he wasn’t intending on showing leniency, even at this late stage. She found herself very quickly catapulted to the brink of orgasm before being held there for an unbearable length of time, whilst her torturer took pleasure from her predicament, putting exquisite pressure on her G-spot and rotating his thumb softly around the very outer edges of her clit as her cries of frustration filled the air. Gradually, his gently stabbing fingers increased in tempo and Meg found herself gripping them tightly as her orgasm approached at speed. At the point of losing control, Meg took a deep breath. Her captor had clearly been aware of her impending release because at the same time, he switched his thumb for the vibrator, which he nudged gently against her clit. The sensations were more than she could handle and she came so strongly that she was surprised she retained consciousness. She had no idea sex could be so powerful; so all consuming. Her throat was sore from crying out as she was driven relentlessly from one orgasm to the next, over and over again. Although the gently stabbing fingers finally ceased, the vibrations kept Meg’s wave of orgasms crashing around her. At one point, Meg thought she heard the door open and close, but was in no state to look up. The vibrations increased to a final crescendo, resulting in an orgasm stronger than she had ever known. And then silence. When Meg finally found the strength to remove her blindfold and look around the room, it was empty. She was alone.********Waking up the following morning, the whole memory felt dreamlike and Meg might have questioned whether the entire event had actually happened at all. Except, when she raised her head slowly from her exhausted slumber, she saw four black silk scarves, still tied to each of the bedposts, offering her definitive proof. There was somebody out there in the world who knew her darkest desires, knew how to find her and could strike again at any time. That man had made Meg come harder and more intensely than she had ever experienced before and, although she suspected his handle may well be NimbleKimble, she didn’t even know what he looked like. The thought was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.For the first few days, following that auspicious night, Meg was almost continuously sexually aroused. She could barely eat and her sleep was interrupted with half-formed, erotic dreams of a faceless stranger who did unmentionable things to her body. That stranger was at the forefront of her mind during the day too, to the point that each man she walked past, she wondered…could that be him? Was it those experienced fingers that drove me so proficiently to orgasm and that wicked mind that made me beg for his touch? As the weeks passed, however, although Meg’s memories of their one night certainly didn’t fade, she sadly began to realise that she would probably never meet her mystery man again. Begrudgingly, she tried to accept that the amazing experience had been a one-off which she should try and put to the back of her mind, in order to return to her normal life. Although Meg tried to heed her good advice, each evening when she logged into the writers’ forum, her heart beat a little faster at the thought that NimbleKimble might message her. But her anticipation was to no avail. He was never online.A month later, Meg found herself back at the writer’s retreat for a further three nights. She was pleased to find she had been allocated a different cottage this time; her previous residence contained far too many memories which she had been trying hard not to obsess about. Arriving the evening before classes commenced, Meg took full advantage of the swimming pool and spa before eating dinner alone and heading back to her incredibly comfortable king-sized bed for an early night. With thoughts of her mystery man swirling around her brain, Meg drifted into a deep sleep.It was the middle of the night when Meg was woken from her slumber by the sound of items being moved around her room. She quickly opened her eyes to discover that she was blindfolded. He was here! Her heart leapt in her chest, which was mirrored by a pulse immediately starting to beat between her legs. Meg very gently tried to move each of her limbs, in order to ascertain her predicament. Predictably, she discovered her wrists were once again tied to the bedposts, although this time, her ankles seemed to be free. Taking short, shallow breaths, Meg lay silently, trying to work out what the intruder was doing. At length, Jack made his way to the side of Meg’s bed.‘Oh good, you’re awake,’ he said, the slight lilt of his Scottish accent noticeable. ‘I’m going to remove your handcuffs now and then walk you across to the examination table.’ Meg took a quick intake of breath that didn’t go unnoticed by her captor. ‘Ah, so you remember this story? I thought it would be a good one to play out. Just to warn you though, I might deviate off-piste a little. It’s not really in my nature to stick to a script. I like to add my own ideas into the mix.’‘What ideas?’ asked Meg warily, cautiously being led across the room in her visionless state.‘I’m hardly going to tell you that, am I?’‘Why not?’‘Because the anticipation and lack of control is what ultimately turns you on the most, isn’t it?’ Meg went cold and still. This man had worked her out to a tee, and she didn’t even know his name. ‘Well, isn’t it?’‘I guess,’ she admitted shyly. ‘Believe me, there’s no guessing involved.’‘You’re not going to hurt me, are you?’ she asked, a hint of fear audible in her voice.‘Of course not, Megan,’ he murmured softly. ‘I’m just planning on widening your sexual boundaries a little. And I might widen other things while I’m at it,’ he added playfully.‘My name’s Meg,’ she replied, trying her hardest to be feisty yet calm. ‘Not Megan. I only used to get called Megan by my parents when I was in trouble.’‘Much like you are now then…Megan?’‘What can I call you?’ she gulped, torn between fear and arousal.‘How about Doctor?’ he replied. ‘Right, let’s get you out of your nightclothes and up onto the table.’ He assisted Meg in doing this and then secured her hands firmly above her head, the cool air of the room fluttering against her naked skin. As far as she could work out, she was laying flat on a table that had been covered in blankets, with additional padding under her lower back and bottom, which had the effect of slightly raising her hips. Her legs were free to move and she currently had them clamped nervously together, awaiting goodness knows what.‘So, according to your notes you’ve been referred to me because you’re having problems climaxing.’ Meg murmured in disagreement. ‘So,’ he continued, ignoring her, ‘I’ll be undertaking a very thorough investigation to try and ascertain how we can help resolve the problem.’‘No, this isn’t my story. That’s not what I wrote,’ moaned Meg, suddenly very nervous.‘Like I said, my own ideas,’ repeated Jack.‘Your own sick and twisted ideas?’ mumbled Meg. Jack laughed.‘You ain’t seen nothing yet. Good, strong heartbeat,’ he said professionally, holding the cold round resonator of a stethoscope to her chest. ‘Very fast though. Take in a couple of nice deep breaths and try to relax a little. Breathe in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth…that’s much better.’Avoiding her breasts, his hands moved down to stroke her ribcage, causing Meg to whimper. ‘So, just a couple of background questions first. How many sexual partners have you had?’ he asked. Meg froze.‘Umm. Four,’ replied Meg cringing.‘And the last time you had sexual intercourse?’ Jack asked, his hands moving down further to stroke her stomach.‘Probably three years ago,’ she whispered shyly.‘Criminal,’ sighed Jack, admiring her beautiful, soft skin and the short, sharp rise and fall of her breasts. ‘A body like yours deserves to be aroused often. Very, very often.’ Stroking his experienced hands in a circular motion around her stomach, he then brushed down her sensitive thighs, eliciting a further groan.‘Right,’ he said in a business-like escort bursa tone, stopping himself from getting too carried away. ‘I’m now going to undertake a series of tests. The first one is to test the sensitivity of your nipples,’ Jack continued. ‘So, I want you to describe to me the sensations you feel, please.’ And with that, Jack ran an ice cube around Meg’s areola. She gasped at the sensation and the feeling of the melting water running down her body, automatically trying to pull her hands down from the tethered position above her head. ‘Describe the sensation please?’‘Bloody freezing!’ Meg exclaimed. ‘Good. And now this one,’ continued Jack, wrapping his lips around her nipple and stroking his tongue across the tip. Meg flinched, not only at the amazing feeling of his mouth on her body for the first time, but also because he seemed to have taken a sip of warm drink beforehand.‘Hot!’ she squeaked.‘Good. And now can you describe what I’m doing please?’ And with that, Jack took her damp nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently in a circle. Meg groaned, incapable of doing anything except feeling. ‘Answer me Megan,’ he demanded, starting to gently squeeze his fingers together in a pulsing motion and then finishing by gently pinching and pulling the nipple towards him until it slipped out of his grasp, before starting over again.‘God!’ moaned Meg at length. ‘Something completely fucking amazing.’‘Are you feeling a sensation anywhere other than your nipples?’ he asked, switching over to manipulate her other breast. ‘Yes,’ replied Meg, embarrassed. Jack smiled knowingly. He didn’t need to ask where.‘That’s good,’ explained Jack. ‘For some women, nipples can become an erogenous zone because their arousal impacts the same section of the brain’s sensory cortex as when the genitals are stimulated.’ Meg was dumbfounded. Surely, he wasn’t an actual doctor? ‘As your nipples are clearly capable of giving you such gratification, we should be harnessing that, so I’ll take the slightly unusual step of placing these on them, before we continue.’‘What are you doing?’ shrieked Meg, as both of her nipples were pinched lightly, without the pressure being released.‘Tweezer nipple clamps,’ replied Jack. ‘You can’t do this!’ exclaimed Meg, wriggling whilst pulling down on her handcuffs.‘I’m afraid that during a consultation such as this, I can do whatever I wish, without gaining your permission. They’re extremely mild and on the most forgiving setting. For now, at least,’ threatened Jack. ‘They’re linked together by this chain,’ he said, pulling it gently, causing both nipples to be stimulated at the same time. Meg cried out at the intense feeling that rushed through her body.‘You bastard,’ she moaned, writhing against her cuffs. ‘Instead of calling me names, you should really just be thankful that I didn’t select the vibrating nipple clamps.’ Jack was delighted to see Meg’s astonished face, suggesting she had no idea such a thing even existed. It seemed Luke was right about her being fairly innocent, despite her hobby. Jack shook the thought out of his mind and got back to the job in hand.‘And now its time for the clitoral examination,’ he continued. ‘I need to ascertain where the most sensitive sections of that whole area are for you. Please bend your knees.’ He waited whilst Meg begrudgingly did so. ‘Put the soles of your feet together and allow your knees to flop open as far as they can.’ Feeling sickeningly vulnerable but ridiculously sexy in equal measure, Meg did as she had been ordered. She realised, no doubt by devious design, that because of the additional padding under her lower back and bottom, her knees dropped much further down either side of her than they would had she been laying on a flat surface, ensuring she was entirely exposed. She could feel herself embarrassingly wet and swollen and knew that even the slightest touch from this man would cause very intense sensations.‘I’m now wrapping a scarf around each inner thigh,’ he explained as he worked, ‘and tying it off under the examination table. This is to assist you in maintaining your position during the procedure, which you will otherwise find somewhat challenging. It also ensures I have unimpeded access, of course.’Meg groaned with uncontrolled desire. Trying to adjust her legs, she realised her knees were tied firmly down. Worse still, the scarf was positioned over the top of her swollen outer lips, opening her fully. It felt very unfamiliar to feel air moving freely against such intimate parts of her body, entirely susceptible to whatever he chose to do.‘Good. Now, I’m going to touch you in two different places or in two different ways. Each time I do so, I need you to compare and let me know which gives you the most pleasure.’ And without allowing Meg a moment to consider what was happening to her, Jack got to work. Dropping his head down to Meg’s wide-open lips, Jack ran his tongue firstly down the left-hand side of her swollen nub and then teasingly down the right-hand side. Meg immediately spasmed at the intense sensations, her knees naturally trying to close together but unable to do so.‘Just say “first” if you prefer the first. “Second” if you prefer the second,’ requested Jack, and repeated his previous movements a number of times. Meg cried out, experiencing further delicious aftershocks, jumping further as his stubble made contact with her inner thigh.‘Megan, I really need you to focus,’ insisted Jack. ‘First or second?’‘Second,’ panted Meg. ‘Good,’ smiled Jack. ‘Now we’re getting somewhere.’For what felt like an eternity, Jack kept her on the edge of orgasm, forcing her to compare and contrast different touches, methods and techniques, when all Meg wanted to do was sob and scream with frustration.‘Good,’ said Jack eventually. ‘I now have an excellent understanding of how you can receive the maximum amount of pleasure.’‘I think I hate you,’ croaked a trembling Meg.‘Hate is a very strong word,’ said Jack in a low, husky voice. ‘It suggests there is nothing further I could do, to elicit any stronger reaction in you than I have already. And I simply know that’s not true.’ And with that, Jack picked up a third clamp, also attached to the chain, and clipped it onto one of her labia. Ignoring her groans, he then pulled gently on the chain, stimulating all three sites at the same time. Meg screamed out at the mindnumbing intensity of the feelings swirling around her desperate, agitated body.‘I was just about to remove the clamps,’ smiled Jack. ‘But if that’s the reaction they provoke in you, I’m going to have to leave them on for a little while longer. Purely for research purposes, you understand,’ he added. ‘You can start to consider hating me about now if you want, as we move onto the G-spot examination.’Meg could hear him moving items around nearby and her internal muscles clenched up in anticipation. ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘There has recently been much debate about whether the G-spot exists or not. You can read various scientific papers that argue it both ways. Happily, I’m here to tell you that it certainly does exist and I can prove it to you through the use of a G-spot wand. Let me show you.’With that, Jack gently inserted a narrow vibrator-like device into a tense Meg.‘You can relax,’ murmured Jack into her ear. ‘I’m going to be giving you an earth-shattering orgasm in a matter of minutes. Now,’ he explained. ‘The positioning is crucial. Let me show you.’ And with that, Jack gently nudged high up on the wall of her vagina. Meg felt very little.‘You see, just there is too high, and just here,’ he explained, moving the wand much further down, ‘is too low. The sweet spot is right about there.’ He applied a little pressure and turned on a low-level vibration setting, which gave Meg a warm, fizzing feeling deep inside her that slowly began to build. However, no sooner had it started, the feeling ceased as Jack removed the wand.‘Why have you stopped?’ moaned Meg.‘I’ve changed my mind,’ explained Jack. ‘I think this will be superior.’ ‘What the hell is that?’ asked Meg anxiously, as she felt something wide leaning against her tight, wet opening. As Jack gently tried to push it inside of her, Meg clenched up and fought against her restraints.‘Seriously, how can you possibly think that’s going to help?’ asked Jack sarcastically.‘What is it?’‘It’s an anatomically designed G-spot vibrator. It’s one of the models with a slightly larger in girth.’‘Slightly larger?’ exclaimed a disbelieving Meg.‘Megan, this is entirely your choice. But if you want to come, I suggest you relax because it’s this or nothing. Don’t you want to orgasm?’ Meg nodded sadly.‘Desperately. Is this payment for one of those ten minutes?’‘What do you mean?’ he asked.‘You said I had to submit to you in the future as payment.’‘No,’ laughed Jack. ‘I’m afraid you won’t escape that easily. But a very commendable try.’‘But I’m submitting to this.’‘No, you’re not. You’re tied up, so you have no choice but to submit, do you? Which means I don’t need to waste one of your precious submission payments here. I’ve got much more interesting things planned for them.’‘That’s not fair!’ replied an outraged Meg.‘I’ve never played fair in my life,’ chuckled Jack. ‘And I’ve never been anything other than ruthless in bed, so you’re already on a losing wicket. Now, do you want me to continue, or would you like me to leave?’‘I don’t want you to leave,’ replied Meg quietly.‘So, how about you say please help me to orgasm, doctor,’ he said teasingly.‘Please help me to orgasm,’ she groaned.‘Doctor,’ he repeated.‘Doctor,’ she said through gritted teeth.‘That will be my pleasure.’And with that, Jack dropped his lips to her over-engorged clit and, having processed every piece of information he had previously elicited from her, began a tormenting bombardment of her senses, interchanging the pleasure being given by his tongue with a slow and continual insertion of the thick vibrator. Each time he felt Meg nearing orgasm, however, he paused to prevent her from climaxing. Once the vibrator was fully inserted, Jack ceased his taunting.‘How do you feel?’ he asked.‘Why don’t you stop teasing me and just let me come!’ Meg shouted angrily. Jack smiled.‘Probably because I’m mildly sadistic and I’m getting pleasure from watching you struggle against the power of that orgasm I can sense inside you which is screaming to be released. So, how do you feel?’ he repeated, gently kneading Meg’s taut skin which was clenching the base of the vibrator.‘Dying of sexual frustration and fuller than I’ve ever felt,’ she groaned.‘It’s really not that big,’ smiled Jack, acknowledging to himself that he was finding her lack of experience increasingly appealing. ‘I’m going to turn the vibrations on now. Just to warn you, it’s going to feel like a bit of an assault on your senses but just try and let your reaction build slowly. Delaying your orgasm will intensify it tenfold.’ And with that, Jack turned the low buzzing vibrations on, allowing Meg’s one-way journey to Heaven to begin. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as her body involuntarily clenched tightly around the massive instrument and her hands naturally pulled down against her restraints. The sensations were incredible and she could feel the strengthening approach of an obscenely powerful orgasm.‘Try and control it Sweetheart,’ Jack repeated as he gently and knowingly nudged the vibrator inside her and slowly ramped up the unforgiving reverberation. ‘Keep breathing.’ Jack smiled as Meg frantically fought an internal battle with herself that he knew she would ultimately lose. Very soon. As her cries became louder and more desperate, Jack knew she only had seconds to go.‘Oh my God!’ she breathed.‘I’m going to count down from ten,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘You can come when I say “zero” but not a moment before.’‘No, I can’t wait,’ groaned Meg, desperately.‘Wrong answer. It’s just gone up to twenty,’ replied Jack. ‘If I think you’re going to orgasm too early, I will simply cease all stimuli until you’ve calmed down and then we’ll start over again, all the way from the very beginning…Twenty.’Panting from trying to control the intensity of feeling, Meg willed him to count faster. Eventually she heard ‘Five…Four…Three…Two…One.’ Meg took a deep breath, ready to release the wave of energy she was powerless to continue holding. As she did so, Jack said ‘Zero’ and at the same time, gently pulled on the chain that her over stimulated body had completely forgotten about. The most intense sensations sped unyieldingly around Meg’s body as the orgasm ripped through her. Each time Meg came, she inadvertently clamped the vibrator more firmly against her G-spot, pushing her straight into another orgasm. Each time she gasped for breath afterwards, desperately trying to recover, Jack wickedly moved the chain once more, rolled the vibrator within her or nudged her clit with a gently rotating thumb, rocketing Meg straight back to the edge of orgasm and back over the precipice of pleasure. Jack teased her relentlessly, over and over and over again, more, he acknowledged, than was strictly fair, simply because she looked so adorable; sweaty, blindfolded, restrained and roaring with a never-before-experienced pleasure that completely overwhelmed her.When Jack finally let her rest, Meg’s body was so exhausted that she barely noticed him gently remove the clamps and suck tenderly as the blood rushed back to each sensitive site.‘You fought bravely, Megan. That’s a quality I greatly admire,’ said Jack tenderly, stroking Meg’s long, brown hair, damp from her exertions. ‘I did have an additional section of the examination planned but I honestly don’t think you’re up to it now. Maybe the doctor will visit you again some day, huh?’ And with that, he gently removed Meg’s restraints, rubbed her wrists, carried her limp body across to the bed, tucked the duvet around her and walked out of the room, turning off the light switch as he went. Meg could do no more than fall asleep, blindfold still on, completely and utterly spent.Copyright Fenella Ashworth – Google me for more 🙂

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