The moment her husband Phillip slips the blindfold over Leslie’s eyes, everything changes. Love, trust, honor and devotion all take on new meaning as Phillip leads Leslie through a world of amazing erotic experiences at a private BDSM weekend—on their anniversary, no less.
Wonders galore await them—a public scene on a spanking bench, an elaborate shibari rope scene, time spent waiting in a slave holding pen, and submission to the hand of an attractive mistress. It’s a weekend unlike any Phillip and Leslie have ever known.
But the weekend has its hazards. In his dominant glee, could Phillip push Leslie too far, too fast? Can Leslie push ahead and stretch her limits?
No sooner do they reconcile their concerns when danger descends. A shadowy figure emerges and steals Leslie from her husband. Separated, Phillip and Leslie will stop at nothing to be reunited – and will their newfound trust in each other help them do just that? Or will the dark force of danger at the BDSM retreat separate them forever?
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She heard Phillip approach, the smell of leather in the air. "Stand and take off your clothes," he ordered.
Leslie knew the ritual well: Undress quietly and capably, fold the clothes, set them aside. She'd done it blindfolded countless times before.
Once naked, Phillip handed her a lace blouse with a zippered front that felt sheer and revealing. Leslie gulped. He hadn't handed her a bra. She zipped it up, but Phillip's hands corrected her effort by unzipping the top a few inches.
"Spread your legs," he said matter-of-factly. Leslie complied and within moments felt cold leather pressing into her pussy. It was clearly a chastity belt, cupping her crotch and embracing her waist. She felt Phillip put a small padlock in place and close it. A full skirt, hem falling below her knees, followed.
Phillip placed a hairbrush in her hand. "I want to put your hair up."
Leslie froze. If she had any hopes of the privacy, they now fled. Wearing her hair up meant they were going out.
"Sir, the blindfold."
"Ah, yes. Keep your eyes closed."
Leslie put the brush to her hair, pulling it through her tresses. Submissive dedication welled inside her as she kept her eyes shut and brushed. She knew other submissives might decide this was the perfect moment to employ a little wily defiance and peek, but she couldn't in all honesty defy him. Phillip intended to keep her from knowing her surroundings. She wasn't about to spoil his game plan.
