Spreadeagle Stories

It started out like any other trip except as Gabriel Gail Grisham traveled further away from Hartford, the further back in time she went until she pulled up to the Stillwater Spa in Stillwater Springs—a remote little rural conclave about ten miles outside Hampton, Connecticut. Though only fifty miles or so from Hartford, it felt a thousand miles from everywhere. The road wound through rolling farmland and sleepy woods bef...

It was almost 9:00 a.m. Today was my first day rostered off for the week. I needed to get some housework done, and today was the best day, leaving the remaining days off to relax and have some fun. It's always chaos trying to keep up with the cleaning of such a large house. Our German Shepherd dog doesn’t help either, regularly running in and out of the house with his wet or dirty paws. My Master left for work this mornin...

Wearing only her panties, she lay spreadeagled on the bed, her limbs securely bound to the bedposts. A blindfold robbed her of her sight, heightening her excitement. With stockinged feet, I crept silently into the room to stand peering down at beauty. Her stiff nipples beckoned me and a glint of moisture promised more delectable treats to come. With a touch light as a feather, I traced the curve of her body from nipple to...