Goodbye George.

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Part 1 : Two am and Kate is lying in bed, sifting through every detail of her plan to ensure she has forgotten nothing. When she feels ready, she turns over to face her fiancée, sleeping beside her, and whispers…

 

Hey, George. You awake? 

Sorry, I can’t sleep.  I need to tell you something….

Look, I know about your little fetish…  

I stumbled on it by accident and I want to say it’s ok…

 

You remember last week when you called me from Frankfurt and asked me to get that password for you?  Well, I went into your office and found the bit of paper it was written on, and as I was reading it out to you I leant on your desk and the screen of your laptop suddenly lit up, and there was this…. photo.


I couldn’t really not see it, because, well, there it was, on the screen. After I finished talking to you, I sat at your desk and discovered it was one of about a hundred photos, in a folder named Fetish Private, that you’ve got stored on a USB  stick in your laptop. I mean you left in such a rush that morning, you must have just forgotten to switch it off. 

- Shhhhh…Don’t say anything. You don’t need to explain, George. It’s OK.  Just let me say what I need to say….


Naturally I was shocked when I saw the images. I’d never seen hard-core, s&m stuff like that before.  I was angry I guess, you know, at the thought that you got off on this kind on pervy stuff. But then, as I was scrolling through them, I started to get aroused. It was really strange. Some of the really weird stuff was like, really turning me on…


There was one photo in particular that really set me off.  It’s the one of a tall black woman dressed in leather, standing over a skinny little guy who is naked and on his knees. His hands are tied behind his back and he has a clear plastic bag tied over his head with a pink silk scarf - and he has like a massive erection…


Is that what you like, George? Would you like me to suffocate you like that? 

Ooo, my nipples have just got hard, thinking about that… 


There was another photo of a guy mummified completely in plastic wrap, lying on a bed and I guessed that was you, because there was a blue rucksack in the background that looked familiar.  I poked about up in the attic and eventually sure enough - I found the rucksack.  I had to look inside. I’m sorry…  I couldn’t believe what was in there;  girly clothes, wigs and stockings, plastic bags, ball gags, hand cuffs….


- Ssshhhhhh, George. 

Don’t say anything. It’s good…

I’m pleased I found out, because it turns me on, and I can either lie here, horny as fuck, imagining you like that, or I can just tell you I know.  What I mean is - you don’t need to hide this from me any longer. From now on, we can start playing - together. 

Yes?


So Georgie… 

- I think you should go and fetch that rucksack. Bring it here. I want you get out that shiny pink latex skirt and bra you’ve got stashed away in there, and those stockings. I want to watch you put them on.  You can wear the wig too if you want.  Oh, and don’t forget that lovely red ball gag.  I want to be your mistress, and the idea is making me feel very horny indeed. I want to stand there while you’re in front of me, on your knees, dressed like that, with your hands cuffed behind your back, and one of those lovely clear plastic bags sealed tight around your head. So go on. Quick. I’m wet just thinking about it…


Later…


Aaah, Georgie…

Good slave, all bagged up and helpless…

How horny is that? 

I’m filming it because I want to get aroused every time I play it..

- you know, after you’ve gone…

Something to remember you by….

You see I’m not taking the bag off, George…

Never. 

But then you know that, don’t you…


You can struggle all you like…

I’m just going to sit here…

Watching you and listening to your pathetic muffled simpering,

while I masturbate…

Till you pass out…


Hee, hee, hee!

How funny you look, George, with that bag expanding and contracting around your head!  


And look at your cock! I’ve never seen it so big… 


I better move out of the way in case any of your spunk lands on me. 

I have to make sure there’s no evidence I was here tonight. 

You understand that, don’t you, George. 


Oh, dear. It looks like you’re running out of air, now. 

It won’t be long. 

If you’re going to ejaculate, I think you need to do it now… 


Oh yes…

That’s so good…


Goodbye George…





Daniel Guy 


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