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A night of slaverythis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 2126 words)

Author: Keith Picture in profile
Added: Jun 06 2004Views / Reads: 6884 / 3178 [46%]Story vote: 8.00 (1 vote)
This is a short yet hot story of How I got myself in pickle on the way to a Tropical Party
 


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I was sitting my office on a very pleasant June day. Outside it was sunny and warm which is rare here in the Northwest. I was looking forward to attending a party at a friend of my fiancé's. It was to be a tropical theme party ....alas these people are self-proclaimed " Parrot Heads" lots of Buffet music probably. Which made me wonder what type of attire would I wear to the party. Being a guy I don't obsess over what I wear as I would normally just wear a tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of short and sandals. My summer uniform. However I was feeling a bit randy and decided that I would wear my Utilakilt au natural. Now if you are a guy and want women to take notice try wearing a kilt or a sarong and you will be noticed. Another great feature of the kilt or sarong is that it will allow access with out any problem.....if you get my drift. As I was sitting at my desk I sent my Lover a fetish e-card. Now my lady and I are what is most commonly described a switches....we both enjoy light BDSM. Tonight I had thoughts of being the bottom and letting her stripe me and do any thing that she wanted prior to going to the party. I always love to have sex before we go out I think it is the greatest way to get in the party mood....aren't natural neuro-chemicals great......and legal too!

I arrived at our new home just after work around 1700hrs. As I came in the door from the garage I was met by my lover who was wearing a latex peek-a-boo top and thigh high boots, slapping her hand with a riding crop. She instructed me to kneel and I damn sure did and quickly I might add. My fiancé had transformed in to Mistress Carolina and I was ...

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