Bondage And Discipline

By Thomas Wainwright

Tie me up, tie me down, bend me over, spank me. I'm your slave, etc., etc. These vignettes are not heavy, blood-letting bondage. Not exactly light, either. It's all consensual, tie-me-up sexual thrills. All individuals were over the age of 18 during the filming of this book, and no animals were sacrificed. It was all done with mirrors.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Dec 10, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458147660

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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Bondage And Discipline

Thomas Wainwright

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Our Secret Clearing

It was a pleasant late spring day, lying in the sun, catching some rays, reading a book on my PDA. I was flat on my stomach, my head propped up on one arm, reading. There wasn’t a soul around for miles, it seemed, though I could hear traffic and noises of people not too far from me.

I was totally naked in a little clearing. It was in the middle of a park, among some woods or forest, whatever they called it. There were some trails that led off from the main park area, and one of them led all the way to the next street. The clearing was down that path, but off in the middle of the brush. No one had come to that clearing in the year since I had first found it, so I felt that it was the perfect place to get an all over tan.

I felt pretty comfortable in my little area. It wasn’t very big, no more than twenty feet across. It was surrounded by bushes instead of trees.

Last week was the first day that was warm enough for me to lay there and get some sun. I had to clear away a lot of weeds and little brush that had grown around the area. I wondered why the clearing existed at all.

Maybe it was simply because no seedlings could grow in the soil, or no bird had ever dropped a seed there. I didn’t know. I didn’t even know if it would be called a clearing, a meadow, a glen, a field, or whatever. I just knew that there were no trees close by, and no one ever went there to disturb me.

Until then, anyway. I had heard a