1. A Phone Call


    Date: 10/28/2018, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: mustafa.fuch1, Source: sexstories.com

    A Phone Call. My phone rang, I reached an arm out from under the bed clothes and answered it, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi you can sod off" I announced sleepily trying to imitate an answer-phone, expecting the call to be from Harry asking me to do a Taxi run for him. "Its Elsie, you replied to my email." a small female voice announced. "Elsie, what email," I struggled to shake the sleep from my head. "The one replying to me on the bondage site." "Oh, its one a.m. here in the UK. I was asleep," I explained. "I know it's one a.m, I'm sorry but can you talk?" "Actually I have an early start, can I ring you back some other time?" I really did not want to be bothered. "Please, it says you are a mechanic, in your profile." "Taxi driver nowadays" I corrected. "But you were a Mechanic? you have tools," she asked. "I am not coming to fix your bloody motor at one in the morning, goodbye." I slammed the phone down. It rang again, "We were cut off." she said. "No I put the bloody phone down, now sod off." "No don't go, I need help," "Call the bloody AA," I replied angrily. "They don't do bondage" "Eh," I thought I had mis heard "They don't do bondage." "I thought that's what you said," I replied thoughts of sleep receding. "You replied to my email thread, don't do it you said." "Remind me" I said as I often put stupid comments on web sites. "The bondage machine, the Deprivator attachment." she said quietly. "Elsie, I don't remember an Elsie." "Elsie, underscore ...
    forward slash forward slash fuck, thats F U C H hyphen slut." "From Los Angeles." "No I'm in North London, I lied." she admitted. "So am I," I agreed. "I hoped you were, I recognised the pub from the photo on your profile." "Yeah, I live just down the street from the Three Compasses, but I really do need to get to sleep." "Sorry but I need help, my phone credit is running down, please help me, please come to" and she gave her address. "Two O'clock tomorrow, O.K" "Noooo now please, I'm begging, the key is under the flower pot and Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." We were cut off. I hung the phone up and tried to sleep, but I thought about the web site and of course I had to fire up the old Laptop and check her out. She looked about thirty, as far as I could tell from a close up photo of her Vagina and Anus, and she was clearly into fucking machines and bondage, I found I had replied to a post of hers about a an expensive Italian bondage, restraint and penetration machine and said she had one and asked had anyone tried the permanent deprivation fitting, The Deprivator. I wrote, "Change the Pop rivets for Rover 25 trim clips in case you need to remove it." She had replied "You don't remove it Ass hole, that's the whole point." I found a link to the manufacturers, the basic suite cost around fifteen thousand pounds assembled and tested, and included an array of tools and accessories built around a restraint seat something like a cross between a dentists chair and something used by a gynecologist. I ...
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