Got caught? Bound to serve!
“BOUND TO SERVE PT. 1” is out and ready to be read! Yay!
I got the idea for this story from a reader and a patron (hey, G!). He gave me the scenario (a man being “caught” and then having to serve the one who caught him), and I I loved it so much that the story swelled into two distinct parts for me: the getting ‘caught’ part and the ‘serving’ part. “BOUND TO SERVE PT. 1” is dedicated to getting ‘caught’, and I hope you all like it.
Here’s the blurb:
When Cary takes a peek out his front window and doesn’t see a soul, he believes it will be safe for him to step outside. Who’s going to see him wearing his satin panties, camisole, garter, and thigh-highs? No one, that’s who.
But he’s so very wrong…
“I saw you,” she said.
He managed to drag his eyes up from that little bow. “Saw me?” he said.
“That’s right,” she said. “I saw you yesterday.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled, looking up at the ceiling.
Terry shrugged. “Why are men always so coy?” she said.
She dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Cary watched her. He wanted to object. He wanted her to go. He wanted to rub his cheek across her smooth pink panties while he stroked his cock.
She fiddled with her phone.
“This thing never cooperates with me,” she said, frowning. “I wish I could just spank it. A good spanking can solve anything, don’t you think?” She slid her fingers across the screen, and she smiled. “There!”
She held out the phone, and Cary saw a tall, leggy woman. The video was high quality, shot a little from above, but the view was good enough for him to see that the lady had nice legs, a great ass, and…
“That’s me,” he gasped.
WARNING: “Bound To Serve Pt. 1” is intended for a mature audience, and an audience who may, or may not, like to wear satin panties. But if you love satin panties, just remember this: if you wear them outside, beware of nosy neighbors!