Cuckold type relationships where real and out there. I read the tales with awe. Women being fucked by strong, dominant men as they held their husbands...hands. To be honest I’d never thought of black men seeing white women as an issue. Maybe because I hadn’t really thought about it. In the stories I’d read the men where always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in some sort of racial gratification. Still I found myself in a chat-room and in no time was talking to a fellow Brit. His. It was no use. Every coil of rope on her body was ungodly tight with no give at all. Her arms and legs were quite useless. It was like being trapped in a cocoon. Julie didn't have to imagine that she was a captive now, she really was one. She was alone in the mountains, imprisoned in this inescapable hogtie with very little hope of ever being rescued. She kept her eyes closed and attempted to regain her composure. She HAD to find a way reach that knife and cut herself loose.Once, twice, three. I straighten my body to look at him more easily, his arm wrapped around my back. “Ok,” I reply, preparing myself for an unknown question. “Before I ask you, there’s something I have to tell you.” The surprises just keep on coming. “Ok,” I respond again, not really sure what to say. Ethan takes a deep breath. “As of 2:04 p.m. today, I signed some papers, and I became officially divorced,” he says in a low voice, and I feel the shock on my face. “So...you’re not married anymore?” I ask, and. “He wants it all off, doesn’t he?”“He does, and you’re far too beautiful to be wearing plain cotton undergarments anyway,” Scarlett told her. “At least it’s just the three of us. I had to strip naked in a room full of men for Master to inspect me. I’m not complaining though, as my brother and I were facing a bullet to the head as an alternative.”Elizabeth had been reaching for her bra clasp but froze. “He threatened your lives if you didn’t become his slave?”“No, Master saved our lives, much.