Kimberley Raines - Dark Fantasies Realised Buch

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Dark Fantasies Realised

Esther's marriage is boring, she is pretty sure her husband Kevin is 'stepping out' on her but she really doesn't know what to do about it - until she sees the advertisement for Madam Tisssett's self confidence course.
Learning to be assertive starts by her stripping naked, embarrassed and self conscious, in Madam's mirror lined room but very soon she realises her body is good, that she can flaunt it - and she will.
Kevin believes he has everything going for him, obedient wife who cooks well and looks after the house and a string of sexual conquests to keep him happy.
Then he wakes, finding himself flat on the bed, leather at wrists and ankles, blindfolded and secured, he has no idea who the dominant lady is who feeds him, attends to him, disciplines him, someone who seems to come out of nowhere and into his fantasies.
Then he wakes, missing a couple of days here and there, finding himself going to work and trying to live a normal life, and then SHE comes again … somehow he is being drawn deeper into his darkest fantasies; or are they totally his …

From the Book:
' ... Where was he? How had he got here? Had he been carried away in the night? Where was Esther? Did she realised he was gone?
Was she even now calling the police ... he imagined her at home, distraught. "I don't know," she would be whimpering. "One minute he was in bed, then he was just gone ..."
His need to pee grew.
His fear grew.
What did they want with him?
What did who want with him?
He gyrated his wrists in the cuffs. They were tough, padded, immovable. He shifted. Got his hands around stout chains. Was he a man, or what? So, he'd break the fucking bed.
He pulled with all of his not inconsiderable strength. He yanked, he pulled, he swore. Nothing gave. Nothing moved.
He stopped, panted, and thought. There was only one thing he could think of.
"Help?"
It sounded pitiful, even to his ears, and his next cry was louder. "Help!"
His voice grew hoarse with calling, but no-one came.
Finally, aching muscles relaxed and he wet the bed with a faint whimper. It was a momentary relief. What if someone came now and found him lying in a pool of his own urine?
The need to shit begin to stir in his body. At that point he even cried a little.