Indirect Blackmail

INDIRECT BLACKMAIL

Rosalind Blackwater's pussy turned hot as she realised the implications of just what she was reading became utterly apparent to her. The forty-two-year-old woman, who had never married judged this would be the key, the end to her search for a sexual partner to dominate. For the report submitted to her contained a glaring error, sure that nobody other than herself was aware of at this stage, and one that could be easily corrected to ensure it remained that way, which if everything went to plan, her plan that is, it most assuredly would do. Provided, that is, the person responsible for the mistake in the first place responded favourably with just what her devious and scheming mind came up with for him. Or, as it turned out, not for him directly. She wished for bedroom action yes, but it wasn't him she wanted in her bed, or to be more accurate, to be tied securely to it. For Rosalind wasn't married to any man for a very good reason, she preferred her sexual partners to be fellow females, not male. No, it wasn't young newlywed James Adams she desired, but his young wife, Olivia, whom she wanted utterly helpless in her hands and power!

James hadn't been married long, Olivia had been just his girlfriend when he had commenced his employment at the company where Rosalind was a senior manager, the very one directly responsible for the section where he performed his daily tasks. And had met young Olivia at the last year's company Christmas 'bash' where she had accompanied her boyfriend, they still weren't legally wed at that point, and immediately she noticed potential, sexual that is, in the beautiful young woman. It was abundantly clear that while she was totally in love with young James, but she was not in lust with him. Rosaland recognised the signs, that were all there, here was a closet fellow lesbian, only the younger woman just didn't know it yet.

Olivia was a thoroughly decent and honest human being, she wasn't attempting to deceive her man, just believing, like many people do, that sex wasn't the 'be all and end all' of life, just part of it. And she was quite content to allow James to do all of the running, making all the decisions within the bedroom, again as a lot of women do. And she responded to his requests to such a degree that he never questioned her or complained. But the predatory Rosalind could see signs, things that he, and her come to think of it, were completely unaware of.

Indeed, it was hard for Rosalind to keep her voice calm and business like as she summoned James to her office just before the company finished for the week, at around Friday lunchtime, for this was one of those companies who had longer hours during the rest of the week, in order to make Friday afternoon the beginning of the weekend. Somehow, she managed it, and he reported to her domain roughly half an hour before 'clocking off time.'

In summoning him Rosalind had explained that she needed to check and review some items of his recent report, putting him slightly on edge as he knocked upon her door. "Is everything in order, Roz?" He asked, rather nervously, using the term to address her that she had stated quite clearly that she preferred.

She looked him straight in the eyes, rising in her chair, as she stated quite clearly, "I'm afraid not, James. Some of your figures don't seem to add up. If this report is forwarded as it is, then serious questions will be asked." She then proceeded to point out the mistakes he had made, before informing him that she had not yet forwarded said report, and that it could be edited, before anybody outside of the room saw it, meaning that no lasting damage would be done to either James's position within the company, or the organisation itself.

"I won't be passing on this until Monday morning, which means I have the opportunity to correct the mistake that you made. However, I want something in return from you in order to persuade me to do that. I mean, if I don't and forward this report, complete with your mistake, it'll probably mean you losing your job. And, let's face it, you've just became a married man, and have just taken on that mortgage to purchase your first house together. Such a shame."

James gulped in pure fear, Rosalind had spoken nothing but the truth, especially the very real fact that Olivia and he had just purchased their first property, committing themselves to a mortgage, which they could afford all the time that James was in work. But if he lost his job?

"Anything, Roz," he uttered, "what is it you want me to do for you?" On her face, he noticed was a rather predatory smile, the sort that suggested she was expecting some sort of sexual favour. As did the rather suggestive manner in which she leaned forward. But did the prospect appear so outrageous? Sure, it meant breaking his marriage vows to Olivia, but maybe in this case the end justified the means. If going to bed with Rosalind was going to save his job, not to mention his home and marriage, was it a price he was prepared to pay?

Older she might well, but Rosalind Blackwater had looked after her body very well, and to put it bluntly she was still quite a stunner, sexy indeed. She also possessed an acute dress sense, she was always well attired, dressing herself in such a classy manner as if to fully emphasise the considerable level of sex appeal she displayed. You never know the clearly 'sexperienced' Rosalind might even teach him some 'new tricks' in order to spice up his love life with his wife, which was, he had to admit to himself, a little 'stale.' Yes, he decided, if sex with his older line manager was just what she was demanding here, then he was going to agree. Willingly.

The immaculately dressed Rosalind, a beautiful leather suit adorning her slim body, complete with a skirt just long enough to conceal whether the very sheer nylon upon her shapely long legs was in the form of stockings or tights, appeared to be suggesting just what James had deduced when she asked, in a soft seductive voice, "do you have any plans for this evening?"

"No, Roz, nothing specific." James answered truthfully. "I'm free to do whatever you want me to." Starting to become VERY excited, thankfully Rosalind's desk in between them meant that she couldn't fully observe the effect her suggestions were having upon a certain part of his anatomy!

"Good! You have now." She jotted something upon a 'post it' note, which James saw was an address when she handed it to him. Presumably her home location. "You will report here at precisely six o'clock this evening. Don't be late!"

"Yes, Roz," he almost stuttered, believing that possibly all of his Christmases and birthdays had arrived at exactly the same time. "I'll be there and on time too." There was just one small problem, what was he going to tell Olivia to explain his absence this evening, but his furtive mind was already beginning to conjure up a plausible explanation, he would say that one of his work colleagues had a birthday and had invited him for a celebratory drink. Yes, she would swallow that, he truly believed. OH MY GOD, YES! He was to bed the gorgeous Rosalind!

But then she said something that changed the situation completely. "Oh, and bring that lovely wife of yours, Olivia isn't it, with you." What the f*ck? Just what game was Rosalind playing here, where the hell did Olivia fit into this equation? "It'll be SO nice to catch up with her again. I must admit that she made quite an impression upon me at the company's Christmas bash, I'd very much like to see her again." Of course, James didn't know it, but Rosalind spoke nothing but the FULL truth here!

******

You know I thought there was something wrong with my husband when he returned home from work that Friday afternoon. For James seemed somewhat, how shall I put it, 'detached.' He seemed appeared to be not all together, as if he had matters floating around that head of his, which, of course, he did. But, to his credit, he made no effort to hide those feelings, he came straight to it and admitted all.

"Liv," he began, "I've made a massive 'cock up' at work. I failed to properly check the figures on a report I sent through to my line manager. Which she picked up on. Now, at the moment only her and I are aware of this, she hasn't yet sent it on. And she's agreed to edit it, to remove my errors and tidy it up, nobody will be any the wiser. But there IS a price to pay for her to do just that," and now he started to be 'economical' with the truth, "she wants us both round her place this evening for dinner." Actually, to be totally honest, at this stage he didn't know why Rosalind had specifically asked for both of us to attend, he might well have guessed correctly.

"Well, we not doing anything as far as I know of, so we could go without any problem. What happens if we don't?" Trying to remember just who this woman was, knowing that I'd briefly made her acquaintance at the company's last Christmas party.

"She says that she'll forward the 'unbridged' version of my report, including my mistake, and I'll probably get the sack." The fear upon his face displayed the fact that he truly believed that she was capable of such an action.

As my memory started to place her, recalling that she was indeed a very striking woman indeed, I began to regard her demand with suspicion. She clearly had James 'over a barrel' as it were, if he lost his job, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to continue with the repayments of the mortgage we had just committed to, in order to purchase this, our first house together. As I recalled, she gave the impression that she was very much a sexual predator, remembering that she was extremely sexy and alluring, but if she had designs involving getting James into her bed, then just why did she want me to be there? Maybe it was just dinner that was on her mind? But then she didn't need any blackmail for that, she could simply just have invited us.

Still wondering, and it was clear that James, either by accident or design wasn't going to be any more forthcoming, "we'd better go then. Saves me from working out just what to cook for dinner tonight! Might be a nice evening." Not yet aware of the fact that this was the evening that was to change my life forevermore!

Taking this Rosalind, who James confirmed was named thus, at apparent face value, I began to worry about more practical matters, like what was I going to wear? I wasn't one for really 'dressing up' and possessed very little in the way of formal dress. Also, I had a lingerie collection that was so small as to be virtually non-existent. I mean, if a wife has to wear stockings to entice her man into bed with her, well, to my mind that was something that suggested all wasn't well to begin with. So, I had none, and James had never displayed any longing for that situation to alter. In the end I settled for my best dress, with a light jacket over it, thankfully it was mid-Summer at the time, and the weather was very kind during this particular period.

James had located Rosalind's home on 'Google Maps' concluding that it was located within walking distance, particularly in view of the good weather conditions. He estimated that it would take about twenty minutes to reach it, and so bearing in mind her warning NOT to be late, we actually allowed thirty instead and set off at half past five. Meaning we were a little early as we knocked upon her door.

Which opened, and with Rosalind standing to the side of it meant that I didn't see her as we stepped across the threshold. Indeed, I didn't catch a glimpse of her until she had slammed the door shut, once we had passed through, and she turned the key of her door's deadlock meaning we were now trapped within her abode. And, my God, just what a sight she was?

Making it absolutely clear that the sort of appetite that she was intent upon feeding did NOT involve food, Rosalind Blackwater was dressed in just a satin dressing gown, which immediately fell to the floor as we entered, at roughly the same time as she placed the deadlock key into the top of the nylon stocking upon her right leg. If I possessed very little in terms of lingerie, then Rosalind clearly didn't belong to the same school within life, and it was all very expensive gear of the highest possible quality, based upon just what was on view here.

For that all she was adorned within comprised of a VERY brief bra and panties set, manufactured in the finest shimmering black satin, that was accompanied by a beautiful suspender belt, made of the same material, holding up the sheerest nylon stockings that I had EVER clapped eyes upon, let alone worn.

I simply stood there, open mouthed, within an almost trance like state at the mere sight of this beautiful woman in such classy gear, beginning to gain the first inklings that my sexual orientation was, in fact, aimed at fellow females. Wondering just how beautiful she must have at my own age, I mean she was stunningly sexy NOW, she must have been an absolute knockout then. But I was soon snapped out of that state by the sound of her voice. "MY BEDROOM! NOW!" So, it did appear that sexual adventures were on her mind then! If so, why was I here?

Basically, Rosalind rustled the pair of us up her stairs and into her bedroom, within which in addition to the large, luxurious bed, covered in pure shimmering satin I noted, there was a heavy chair present, close to the bed. I guessed that one of us would be occupying that, while the other enjoyed the bed, together with the predatory Rosalind. 'She must be making some sort of point towards me, forcing me to watch as she shags my husband,' I thought to myself, wondering just what she hoping to achieve with such behaviour. Indeed, I was beginning to now hate her, as much as I clearly fancied her!

And at first, she did nothing to dispel that initial notion, as she commenced her instructions for us. "Welcome to my humble abode, and my boudoir in particular. But you both seem rather overdressed for the situation. STRIP! Both of you, down to your underpants, NOW!"

I must admit that I felt extremely uncomfortable undressing under the intense gaze of this woman, and I had this feeling that she was studying me far more than she was my husband. Finally, I was just left wearing my cotton panties and James his boxer shorts, we had obeyed our 'Mistress's' instruction. Again, I had this feeling that she was far more interested in me, and I could almost feel the sexual heat being radiated by her gorgeous body, and perhaps I realised that I was far more excited than scared. Now she addressed me directly.

"Liv, oh I'm sorry, do you mind if I call you that, James always refers to you in such a manner during our conversations?"

"Yes Miss Blackwater," James had informed me that she had never married, "that's no problem whatsoever."

"Thank you. And please call me Roz, no need for any 'Miss Blackwater' nonsense here. Now please stand here with your hands upon your head. James, sit yourself down on this chair."

Now it began abundantly clear that it was ME who Rosalind wanted with her upon the bed, and rising desire began to take over from any revulsion within my mind. I realised that I was beginning to want this, I suddenly became aware of an extreme longing to be shagged by this intriguing woman. Therefore, I simply stood still, with growing excitement within my form, as Rosalind securely tied my husband to her chair, then gagged him with a bright red ball gag that she had carefully positioned, commenting "we don't any noise from you disturbing our fun, now do we?" With James confined and silenced, now she simply turned her attentions to me.

My God, didn't she just? She began to circle my stationary body, in such a manner that was both frightening but arousing at the same time. Then she, quite deliberately I'm sure, rubbed her nylon covered leg against mine, producing an utterly sensational feeling within me, one of pure electricity and passion! "Yes, my Darling, it's just as well we're roughly the same size, as you have no stockings of your own. Perhaps you can borrow some of mine?"

Suddenly she went to what I guessed was her lingerie store, and returned to me with a set of stockings, complete with another lacy, satin suspender belt within her hands. "Sit on the edge of the bed, Darling, whilst I help you put these on." Soon Rosalind had fed the belt over both my feet, and after asking me to stand, moved it up into position around my waist. Obviously during said process, her hands touched my body, and I had never felt so electrified before. Any resistance to her obvious designs for me was rapidly disappearing! God, was she turning me on or what? I had NO complaint when she took hold of my panties, pulling them down my legs to me feet with such force as to actually rip them! "Never mind, from now on you will only wear satin, as you fully deserve. Now sit down, again, Darling."

In an almost trance like state I obeyed, I was fully under Rosalind's spell by now, totally ignoring the muffled protests emerging from the direction of that chair, and my husband bound to it. Rosalind quickly pulled my ripped panties off, before she covered each of feet in her sheer nylon, bidding me to stand again, once she had slid the stockings over my feet and ankles.

Now I had worn stockings before, but never ones of this quality or so sheer, and I began to understand what all the fuss was about. God, they were SO sensuous, so beautiful so fantastic. Or maybe it was simply sexual vibes induced by the person who was so carefully placing my legs into them? Rosalind gently moved them up my legs, oh God didn't she just, until stocking met suspender, when she fastened the clasps. So, there I was, naked except wearing a wonderful set of stockings and suspenders, as I caught sight of myself in a tall mirror, I suddenly realised that I was a sexy woman myself, if I didn't quite match the smouldering level of my companion.

Rosalind stood immediately in front of me and then came the moment that my life changed forever. The moment I became fully aware that I had to be with this woman for the rest of my life, no I had to BELONG to her, it was my destiny at least in a sexual sense. Her lips met mine, as she initiated the first kiss between us.

I am sure that fireworks exploded within my head as I experienced a level of pure sensuousness, of total sexuality, that I had never felt during any kiss beforehand, which had always been with a male, including all the recent ones being with James, of course. But I had never been so alive, so electrified, so full of passion and desire as I was under Rosalind's spell. Her lips simply took me to places I had never been to before, controlling my emotions to such a degree. When she finally ended that kiss, and I had begun to wonder if she ever would, not that I wanted her to, her soft voice was in my ear, "get onto my bed, Darling, and spread yourself out. You are about to become MINE!" My God, have much did I want precisely that?

As I delighted in the sensation of pure satin against my skin, I hadn't sampled any bed being covered in it up until this moment, Rosalind was at the foot of her bed, some silk bondage ties in her hands. A few moments later said ties had been utilised to secure my ankles to the solid outer posts of her lower bedframe, in such a manner that suggested my potential captor knew exactly what she was doing, these bonds were utterly safe, but totally inescapable. That was my lower body taken care of then, but, of course, I could still escape from Rosalind's attentions, difficult though it might well have proved.

But do any of you imagine for one moment that this situation would be allowed to continue? Naturally not, as Rosalind turned her attentions to the 'business' end of her bed. It wasn't long before my left wrist became fully encoiled with one her ties, which soon became inescapably fastened to the outer bedpost of the bed's solid upper frame. There was some tie remaining, which Rosalind used to bind my hand, thus increasing the level of my bondage. Three out of four of my limbs accounted for then, just the right arm to go now. Rosalind moved around the bed, and moments later that forth limb was similarly confined. I now totally belonged to the bed, and as it was owned by her, then effectively so was I. From now until she, and only SHE, decided otherwise I was her toy, her plaything, her private property. I WAS HERS! And, believe me, at that point in time there was NOWHERE else I'd have rather been!

A fact that my captor seemed to be fully aware of, as she laid her body upon my own, her hands grabbing hold of the nipples contained within the structure of my tits, and soon they began to 'play' with them, and her beautiful hazel eyes, which simply sparkled with pure lust and passion, bored their way into mine. She then started to speak. "Well, my Darling, you are now mine. You find yourself utterly in my hands, totally in my power and absolutely at my mercy. Which, I warn you now, I intend to show you very little of as I shag you half to death! What I DO intend is to subject you to SEX! SEX! and yet more SEX! And said SEX will be hard, it will be fast and above all it will be RAW! I'm going to keep you 'at it' again and again and again, until you can take no more, and beg, yes beg, to shag you no more and to stop!" If this all sounded threatening, well the smile upon her lovely face let me know that it was her complete intention that I enjoyed myself as much as she did.

But suddenly it was raw pain that I experienced as Rosalind had been playing with the nipples of my tits for a reason. To condition them ready to place some clamps upon them! The sharp pain shot through me, but there was extreme arousal too. And strangely a level of calm, despite the pain induced by the fitting of the clamps, call it intuition or instinct if you like, but I had the overwhelming sense that I could fully trust Rosalind, I was in no real danger despite being firmly within her power. Just the danger that I might become more aroused than I EVER had beforehand, of course. Although Rosalind giving a little 'tug' to the chain connecting the two clamps, causing another short burst of pain the shoot through me did give me some degree of reason to momentary question this emotion!

Rosalind was dressed herself still, if very lightly, but her own pussy and tits were covered at present. Now was the time when she decided to rectify this situation however, as she undid the fastenings of her bra, deftly flicking it aside. Now she wriggled out of panties, underneath which she'd fed her suspenders, making a show of such action that any professional stripper would have been truly proud of!

It was the correct time to introduce the 'instrument of my torture' into the equation, Rosalind's strap-on. And actually, she didn't plan to use her biggest available one on this occasion, fully recognising it was my 'first time.' Again, demonstrating that my faith in her was completely justified. But believe me, from my perspective it still looked plenty big enough!

She took her time to secure the harness upon her own form, but I had noticed the clitoral stimulating attachment which Rosalind was very careful to position correctly. I had also clocked the other item that she had fetched at the same time as her 'tool,' and had thrown upon the surface of the bed, whilst she attended to the task of fitting her cock and now retrieved. A satin blindfold.

It wasn't long before I had lost my power of sight, this blindfold being one of those 'proper' ones that allowed NO light within whatsoever, and now I had truly entered into Rosalind's intended world for me. For she could now do anything she wished to me, and not only would be utterly powerless to prevent what she planned, but I could no longer anticipate her actions. I was now totally under her control, absolutely dependent upon her, immersed into her universe completely. And of course, not only could I not see her anymore, but I could also dismiss the presence within the room of my husband, who had fallen utterly silent now, realising that he had already lost the battle, I absolutely belonged to Rosalind and not him by now.

A conclusion re-enforced as she gently guided her strap-on into my pussy, which was so wet with excited anticipation that no external lubricant was required at all. There she simply held it for quite some time, completely backing up the sentiment inside of me, which had begun with THAT kiss, that I HAD to be hers now. Again, gently and slowly she withdrew it, plunging it back inwards, then withdrawing it once more, thus beginning her cycles, each time increasing the speed until she was really pumping me. But that's not all, we females claim that we can multi-task within life, and here Rosalind was demonstrating that might not be an empty boast after all, for while she was shagging me for all her worth, her hands were activating my tits by pulling upon the chain connecting the clamps attached to them, and her lips kept up a constant assault upon my own.

Naturally this all began to have an effect, as my blood started to race around my body in such a manner that it had never done beforehand, as my excitement levels rose exponentially! It was obvious that I was heading towards orgasm, and what a one it was destined to be! When ecstasy claimed hold of me, far too quickly admittedly, it did so in such a manner that I had never experienced before, as wave after wave of sheer pleasure simply overwhelmed my body which shook uncontrollably within its bonds, as I cried out at full volume. As I had never done before, and any lingering doubts within James's mind that he had now lost me, became utterly shattered by my very audible vocal emissions!

Mind you, I was far from alone in crying out. Rosalind's considerable sexual skills had ensured that her own climax was almost simultaneous as my own, her body simply froze as that attachment of her strap-on achieved the desired result. It's possibly that her own cries, as ecstasy fully claimed her too, were even louder than mine!

It took some time for both of us to come down from that particular high, and I suppose the fact that, blindfolded, I couldn't see him all helped. Because within that moment of pure ecstasy I'd totally forgotten about James. I suddenly found myself screaming out, "please just shag me! Roz, SHAG ME into the middle of next week!"

"It's good my Darling that you feel that way, for is precisely what I intend for you, by the time I've finished with you there will NO doubt whatsoever in your head that you are mine!"

With her 'cock' being as hard as ever, I almost began to pity the male sex at that point in time, she was able to resume the shagging immediately, so of course, she did! Pure heaven! Which, although it took her a little longer, is exactly where she took me, and herself of course.

For well over an hour Rosalind Blackwater kept me tied to her bed, and within the intense grip of her awesome sexuality. A period of time that I would aways cherish and look back on with the utmost excited level of recall. Although she had failed with one of her stated aims, she had not reduced me to a state where I begged her to stop, it was her who was spent first, unsurprising as she was much older than me and it was her doing the majority of the 'work' here, she had totally succeeded in one of the other of her objectives. By the time she did call a halt to the proceedings, not only did I fully accept and realise that I had been born to be the sexual partner of a woman, but to be to be more precise I had to be the lover of THIS woman. I belonged to Rosalind Blackwater totally, utterly and completely! I could no longer function without her.

Now, most of you reading this, if not all, are, no doubt, forming the opinion that Rosalind Blackwater is a truly heartless bitch in life, completely selfish and with no regard for anybody's feelings or aims other than her own. After all she had just effectively stolen me from the totally innocent James, at the same time completely humiliating him in the process. And I guess that's just how it must have appeared, at least from the outside.

But having succeeded in her main aim of the night, which was to establish the truth within all of our minds, she showed her decency, demonstrating to me just why I was falling in total love with her. Feelings that went far further than pure sexual excitement.

For having released the pair of us from bondage to our respective items of her furniture she took us both down to her living room, allowing James to get dressed of course. For she seemed to recognise his innocence as much as he faced up to the fact that he had lost me forever. Firstly, she accepted it would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to continue his employment whilst working directly under her. To this end she would assist him to apply for a new position within the company which had become vacant, in a different department that was not managed by her. And it would be somewhat of a promotion too for him, a slightly higher grade, with an increase in salary. For, as Rosalind was to later admit to me, despite THAT mistake, James was very competent at work, at his job, and she had no doubts whatsoever that he could fulfil the new role superbly. As he subsequently proved.

In addition, and bear in mind that she had just inherited a large sum of money, paying off her mortgage for insistence, she would arrange to engage a solicitor to finalise the legal divorce between him and I. Within said agreement I was to accept full 'blame,' the grounds being my adultery with an 'unknown person,' in addition to me signing all of my share of our house over to him and not claiming any maintenance payments from him. She would pay for the entire cost of this process, not taking any money from him at all, provided he 'play ball' of course, and with everything in his favour, why wouldn't he? Promises that she kept, totally.

After this, the totally mentally shattered James left to go home. As for me, I was already there.

After a quick bite to eat, it was back to bed, but in our spent condition no further raw sex ensued between us, in fact I was totally at liberty to move. What did occur was now the gentle 'making love,' the loving touches, the smooth caresses, in a way more important than the frantic stuff. After a while we both settled down for some much-needed sleep.

A condition which ended for my lover before it did for me. In fact, by the time I did rouse from my slumbers to my absolute delight I found myself within Rosalind's captivity again, she had completely succeeded in tying me to the bed once more. And when I tried to open my eyes, I discovered that such an action was pointless, yes, the satin blindfold was back in its designated position, over my optical receptors.

So, not that I was complaining at all, I therefore spent another period of time as Rosalind's utter plaything, with her unleashing the awesome power of her sexuality upon my helpless body. But this time it wasn't for too long as we had a busy day ahead of us, we needed to go shopping!

Now, remember I'd stated that my lingerie collection was nearly non-existent? Well, that wasn't the case, believe me, at the end of that shopping spree. Now I possessed several stocking and suspender sets, of various colours, all of them very sheer and of the highest quality. As well as some pure satin bra and panty sets, well Rosalind did owe me a pair of the latter! And her adorning of my body wasn't confined to pure lingerie.

Back home again, yes, I mean her place which was becoming OURS, she instructed me to place myself within my new clothing, after I had showered of course, and then had me pace up and down as if on a catwalk, having securely tied my arms together behind my back. If this sounds utterly humiliating, well I guess that it was, but I was within such a state of sexual excitement, I was so turned on that I simply didn't care! I was strutting backwards and forwards wearing a blue set of my new lingerie, including some very sheer stockings on my legs, together with a sensational feeling royal blue satin blouse, over which was a dark blue leather suit, just like her own, featuring a skirt that just concealed the fact that the nylon upon my legs was in the shape of stockings and not tights. Not that Rosalind left me alone during my 'marching,' no, her wonderful hands were 'wandering' all over my form during the whole time.

Mind you, that was just the prelude to the evening's entertainment! Soon I was released only to be ordered to strip it all, except for the stockings and suspender belt, off. Instructed onto her bed again, I soon became confined in a spread-eagled manner to its posts once more, where Rosalind then set about me again, shagging me into oblivion! Smashing!

******

Several months later that divorce came through, which left James free to carry on with his life. And I'm delighted to say he has found a new lady in his life; believe me I have nothing but respect and admiration for him. He never did anything wrong here, he never betrayed or deserted me in any form. He truly is a decent and wonderful man, whom I wish nothing but the best for.

As for me I'm lying upon a bed at this moment, well to be more accurate I'm completely tied to it in the normal spread-eagled form, awaiting the attentions of my Roz, who is presently in the en-suite bathroom, freshening herself up just before she's about to ravish me.

But I need to explain it's not the bed in our bedroom at home. Let me give you all a clue, the satin sheet that it's coated in is pure white, as are the stockings that my legs are adorned in, the suspender belt supporting them and the blindfold covering my eyes. Within this room is the beautiful white traditional wedding dress that I was wearing earlier alongside the wonderful leather suit that Rosalind wore, also coloured in the bridal shade. Yes, you've guessed correctly, we have just married!

And to think, how this fantastic situation has arisen was all the result of some,

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