“ … perfect.”And then, as if the thought has only just occurred to me, I add …“She is practically perfect in every way. The perfect ideal.�...The Stalker: Author’s Notes I know it is terribly pretentious to include Author Notes at the end of a story but The Stalker is a very different type of erotic tale with themes, allegories, and hidden meanings running throughout the narrative. Most who have written to me about the story haven't really grasped what it was I was attempting to achieve; which. You ask if I understand and I say yes I do. You raise your eyebrow and clear your throat. "Forgetting something?" "Oh uh, yes Sir. I understand." You ask me if it would make things easier if I were restrained. I think about it and agree that not being able to squirm away will be easier to take my punishment from you. You tell me to lie back down and you get a few pieces of rope and attach them to my wrists and ankles. You tell me that you are going to continue with my punishment but I earned. I was about to tell her to go to hell when it dawned on me. Why should I care? This woman was beautiful, she liked me, she was great in bed and she had plenty of money. So why not let her spend some on me?Over the next several months Eva spent a lot of money on me. I was spending most weekends at her house and one or two nights a week there. She even spent a few nights at my house and it didn't seem to bother her that I obviously didn't have much money. I had a full wardrobe, which she had. I noticed my stuffed Bambi looking so comforting and inviting. I threw off the covers revealing my young, already rock-hard member. I started stroking myself sensually while looking into Bambis deep, caring doe eyes. After staring at him for well over an hour, the idea finally came to me what I could do with all of my stuffed animals. I could fuck any of these plush toys ANY time I wanted to! I was overcome with joy and almost came at the thought of it. I grabbed Bambi by his hot little furry.