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5 Stars: “… Beth’s first visit at the Beach is just beautifully written. The writing is fabulous and I could see it all! Loved it!” Jackie Scott (Goodreads)

“🥰I am always entranced by your descriptions… You’re one helluva wordsmith, Simone!” Emily

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Fed, fully dressed and perhaps a little muzzy from the wine, I follow my Master to the bedroom, then hover, waiting for his instructions.
Humour skipping around his mouth, he glances up at a cross-beam of the four-poster. “Standing by your choice?”
Pussy hums and quivers. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Don’t move.” Retrieving one of the cuffs from where he left it on the dresser, loosening the buckles, he turns to face me. “Wrists.”
I know where this is going. Once my arms are restrained, there’s no way for me to remove my clothes. “Don’t you want me to undress first, Master? Once the cuffs are in place…”
He cants his head, eyelids drooping a little. “Do as you’re told, Elizabeth.”
Nonplussed, I offer a wrist. Sliding the sleeve of my blouse up my arm, he slips the cuff into place, tightening the buckles, enclosing my wrist and lower arm. Heavy-duty leather, but soft and supple, smelling of new. A carabiner dangles, clinking against the steel of a buckle.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Wriggle your fingers.”
As I obey him, a thin, hot trickle escapes Pussy.
He sniffs satisfaction, then fits the matching cuff to my other wrist. Reaching up, he tugs a bed curtain free from its supporting brass rings, sliding the rings to the centre of the cross-bar then, brow furrowing, eyes the rings speculatively.
A short pause and he marches to the suitcase, delving inside to the accompaniment of much metallic clinking and clatter.
What the hell’s he got in there?
After half a minute, he produces a spreader bar, steel rings at either end, centered by a swivel joint attached to a short length of chain.
Strolling back, he holds the bar across his palms, hands out-held. “Elizabeth…” Dutifully, I raise my arms, and he clips first one, then the other cuff to the bar.
He jerks his chin ceilingward. “Up…”
I reach…
My Master’s arms follow mine…
… the chink of a carabiner snapping into place…
… an arm looping around my waist…
The lift as I rise on my toes…
The clink of adjusting chain…
The stretch of muscle and tendon…
The tension in my arms…
… and a slight release of the strain as my weight settles onto the balls of my feet.
I’m not suspended, but I am teetering, only the support from above keeping me upright. My breathing is tight, accelerating.
Pussy pulses. Clitty cavorts and capers… Read More…