About five years into our marriage we felt the need to spice things up a bit and after talking about it we decided to play what we called The Fantasy ...ame. The way it worked was we did it at two-month intervals and Janice and I alternated. On the first Monday of the two-month block Janice would tell me a fantasy and for the next two months we would incorporate that fantasy into our lovemaking. At the end of the two-month period it would be my turn to tell Janice a fantasy. We didn't act it out. That last night we were suppose to be together, it as unfortunate we never found each other. I had alot planned for us. But that doesn't matter now.I never did ask you why you married into the vanilla lifestyle? Did you get sick of bdsm or just really not enjoy it that much anymore? Its a shame, you had alot of potential. You were young and trainable and were so willing. You had something about you no other has had, or at least none that I have seen. You were opinionated yes, and quite. "Only if I get to touch hers a little too," she stated."Kat?" Brett asked, as she sat there, the sudden increase once again of the pleasured egg between her legs making her decision an easy one."Fuck yeah!" she said fighting through the sudden intake of breath, though this time Brett didn't turn down the humming pleasure now working her clit quite as quickly as he'd been doing.Mandy lifted one side of her tee shirt, her bare breast suddenly available as Kat reached out, caressing and fondling. There was no point in protesting or asking questions. A captive in such a state had quickly to learn to accept what is happening to him without demure. Unless he wants to be whipped. The guard unchained me from the wall and I followed him out into a courtyard. He had a uniform of thick brown leather, with brass facing. A bay-coloured horse stood waiting and he swung up into the saddle. Then, bending down, he tied a thong of leather about my wrist. This was attached to his saddle. Off a brisk.