There are six of us and a dozen of them. They are all about 21, naive, innocent, staring at the ground, up into the night sky; anything but look directly at us. They are beautiful, wide-eyed and nervous, their slim bodies obvious in their tight jeans and T-shirts. One of the girls licks her lips as she watches me.
I am a glamorous TV star, yes. Beautiful, young, and wildly popular. I’m on one of those evening soap opera stars. Yeah, and my character is vicious and naughty, always teasing the men and getting away with murder. Everyone wants me, both on the show and in real life. When I go to the supermarket my face is on all the tabloids with rumors of me dating my 18-year-old co-star.
She followed the narrow path in front of her, the torch lighting the way. It certainly was dark in this cave, she thought miserably. She hated the darkness. Worse yet, as the teacher, she was expected to set an example to the boys. They, of course, were trying to be brave and act like heros, each trying to outdo the other, and pretending not to be scared.
The room that Brenda and the other women were led into was large and ornately decorated with tapestries along the walls, plush carpet, and oak furniture. Brenda’s quick glimpse gave her the impression of wealth and finery but subdued with cold formality.
I open my eyes. You are standing before me. We are alone in an empty room. I do not know where we are or how I got here. I am naked. I stand with my hands interlocked behind my head. My stomach turns–I am afraid, though I do not know why. I want to take my hands down and cover myself, but I am afraid that will displease you, so I do not.
FM Fantasy 5 – Eric by The Flogmaster About the Fantasy Series “What is your deepest, darkest, most secret fantasy?” Those words bring a chill to anyone. To reveal something so private, so personal, is …
FM Fantasy 4 – Samantha by The Flogmaster “What is your deepest, darkest, most secret fantasy?” Those words bring a chill to anyone. To reveal something so private, so personal, is difficult. Yet that’s exactly …
The woman is a dream. Her body is perfect, with the lips, eyes, and breasts of a goddess. She stands before and looks at me. I am bound in the shape of an X, arms stretched wide over my head, ankles fastened to the floor. I am naked and ashamed. She is too good for me, far above my class. Why is she here? Does she desire me or is she just tormenting me? I do not know. I almost hate her because she is so beautiful, so far away from me. I want to whip her, punish her for her beauty, but I am the one bound. She approaches.
I am naked and bound spread-eagle across a table. A wooden block under my belly lifts my chest upward and a larger one forces my chin up. I am gagged and blindfolded. All I see is blackness. My ears are plugged and everything I hear is muffled, but I can hear people approaching. A large silk table cloth is covering me and the table. The people approach.
I am blindfolded and gagged and led into a room. My hands are bound above my head, my ankles tied together and fastened to the floor. I am only wearing a pair of shorts and these are unceremoniously pulled to my ankles. My naked cock dangles out in front of me, exposed.