Michelle wanted a baby and she was prepared to do anything to get one, though she didn't expect her best friend's husband, Dave, to show such an interest.
Michelle quickly falls under Dave's thumb, forced to do his every bidding or face stiff punishment. She knows that only when she has met Dave's demands does she have a chance of getting what she wants.
The only question is how strong is Dave's resolve and who in reality becomes the victim of desire.
EXTRACT
EXTRACT 1:
Have you ever harboured a secret sexual desire? Of course you have,
but have you ever taken advantage when the opportunity arose to fulfil
that desire?
Let me tell you my desire. It is to totally take control of a woman,
to make her do everything I have ever dreamed of and to keep her in
tow until she has fulfilled every sexual fantasy I have. This isn’t
role play stuff, this is for real and the woman has to be the willing
victim of my desire as I don’t want any repercussions after it has all
happened. Welcome to my world – I’m Dave Goldsworth. What you are
about to read is a story of the fulfilment of my desire. Is it fact,
or fantasy? I will leave you to decide.
***
The victim of this story became part of my depraved attention quite
by accident – they often do from my experience. Her name is Michelle.
She has a rather plain kid of three years of age and she is a single
Mum of the best kind – no attached males whatsoever. Michelle is
fairly independent but she has a weakness that I came to discover and
was only too willing to exploit for my own sadistic pleasure.
My wife had our second kid a few years back and ever since then
Michelle has yearned for a second kid. Her problem is she didn’t want
a man in tow. Now, you’d think there’d be dozens of guys rush to the
front of the queue to give the woman what was needed, but strangely,
none did. The few she knows were repulsed at her idea. Of course most
of them were married and under the thumb of their partner and would
have been unable to easily “play away”. I’m different. I often take
myself off for a day at a time to write in peace. Now don’t get me
wrong. I really am close to my wife – I am – and I miss our kids
terribly when I don’t see them for more than a day, but because I am
out and about a fair bit, I have opportunity.
Now, this all began one day when Michelle was over with her kid
playing with ours. I was up in the office typing out a scene for a
play I was writing when I decided to go downstairs to get a drink. As
I passed the living room door which was partly closed, and I was
padding on the deep pile hallway carpet so was unlikely to have been
heard, I picked up the voices. Michelle, bless her, was moaning about
how desperate she was for another baby, yet she couldn’t for the life
of her see what she could do about it. My wife muttered something to
console her and after Michelle had gone home she told me the whole
story.
Now Michelle is in her late twenties. She is, dare I say it, a
stunning woman, with long fair, but not blonde, hair that goes down to
her mid-back. She has big, steel-blue coloured eyes, a C size bra, is
slender and she has the muscles of an athlete – like there is not an
inch of fat on the woman. Add to that the fact she has petite ass
cheeks that look like they could crack a nut, or my nuts at any rate!
Over the next few days the idea came to me. I have a good sexual
relationship with my wife but it is not, how shall we call it,
adventurous. My wife is an ex-convent girl who grew up knowing what
sex is for – hence the kids. The merest suggest of playing games
involving spanking and bondage, let alone colonic irrigation or a damn
good pubic waxing, would probably make the poor dear die of fright.
I have secretly longed for more variation in our routine for
several years and suddenly Michelle was presenting herself to me on a
plate. Alice, my wife, has known Michelle for years and for me, anyone
that goes out with a Hell’s Angel style biker must have something
about them – even if they don’t flaunt it in public. Okay there were a
few things to resolve such as getting her to agree, but nothing I
didn’t think I could handle.
Next time she came round with her kid it was sunny and they were
outside in the garden. I took a good slug of Brandy and went out to
say ‘Hi’.
It wasn’t long before my wife had to go indoors to get one of the
kids a drink. I seized the opportunity.
“Michelle,” I began.
“Yes,” she looked at me with her big, soft eyes.
“Alice tells me you want another baby.”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Really, but how are you going to do that being all on your
own?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm, a tricky one. So just how badly do you want a baby?”
“Really badly. I feel sort of incomplete without a second one,
especially as all my friends are on at least number two if not
three.”
“I see, so what would you do to be able to have a second one?”
“Anything.” She’d said the word I wanted to hear.
EXTRACT 2:
“Okay. Cut to the point. You want me to be your sex slave, is
that it?” Her eyes were bright and her face smiling. Shit! She was
making this too easy for me. My cock was aching now and my plans were
already in danger of going awry.
“Yes, basically. You learn to do everything that I ask of you
and your reward will be the baby. Of course, it may take one or two
attempts or it may take a lot. Either way, we’ll keep on trying just
as long as you want to and just as long as you do what I want you to
do. I suggest we set up two mornings a week to start with. That way I
can make it fit into my usual routine and Ali won’t get suspicious.”
“Okay, today is a good day,” Michelle scratched her head as she
thought about her schedule, “and Friday would be the next best.”
“Okay. Now, I see you got my text. Stand up and show me what you
are wearing under the robe.”
Michelle stood up and almost demurely she opened the bathrobe.
She was wearing a white bra and a white thong.
“I see you have some learning to do. When I said be naked with
just the bathrobe, that is what I meant. Now, have you ever been into
discipline, bondage, that sort of stuff?”
“No,” Michelle’s breathing became a little harsher at the
mention. “I’m not sure I’d like to either. It all sounds a bit weird
to me.”
“Quite the innocent woman really, aren’t you?” I said, knowing
this was far from the case.
“I guess so.”
“So what did you get up to with Richard?” I should explain
Richard is the father of her kid. Richard was married at the time but
had this six month affair with Michelle, and she used the time to make
sure she ended up with a kid. When she announced she was having a
baby, that was the point Richard went back to his wife. Also, because
I knew Richard and that he was well into bondage games, I figured
Michelle had been obliged to try them on more than one occasion.
Actually Michelle came across as demure, a natural submissive who got
a thrill from being tied up and used by men.
“Not a lot really. We were only together six months and I guess
we never got too adventurous.”
“That’s a shame. You realise if you want this baby you are going
to have to get adventurous real quick?”
