Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) Read Free Page A

sleep, but her body had demanded it. The sun shone through the thin curtains of her room signaled a new day,
in so many
ways she thought. The last few hours had been marvelous. Mark wasn't in bed with her. Diane remembered when he placed her on the sheets Mark had said she would see him after she rested. While she wasn't rested, Diane had to see him. She climbed from the sheets and walked down the steps and towards the kitchen, hoping to find him there. As Diane passed the doors that led onto the patio and into the yard, she glanced at the guesthouse, and a smile came across her lips.
    "He said it would be a night I would never forget, what an understatement."
    Diane stepped into the kitchen and found it empty. She noticed the coffee maker was on and a mostly full pot of coffee awaited her. Diane was glad. A warm cup in her hands was just what she needed. She set out to find her husband. Diane walked to the door and noticed the curtains of the guesthouse moving, and Mark inside. Diane poured a second cup of coffee and headed out to see what he was up to.
    The door was open and Mark was just finishing up straightening up the room where so much had gone on the night before. Diane looked about the room; the chair and table were pushed back to the side of the room where they belonged.
I'll never look at that seat the same way again
she thought. The table was clean and placed back in the breakfast nook. Just a few hours before Diane had been on her back on that very table, four men around her, doing things she had only read about or imagined before. The couch she had been bent over, the foot stool she sat upon, the pile of pillows and blankets that held her head while she did things she had never even placed into words before last night, all in their proper places. Mark stood in the area between the living room and kitchen with a broom in hand, and a smile upon his face looking at her.
    "Coffee delivery Mister!"
    "Why thank you ma'am."
    Mark's smile was broad as he took the cup from her. Diane noticed immediately he was wearing the shorts from the night before.
    "Lord, you look good in those shorts!"
    Diane exclaimed and gave a little whistle.
    "Just thought I would get things cleaned up a little, would you hand me the dustpan?"
    Diane handed it to him as she passed by; looking into the large bedroom she saw the black velvet blindfold. Diane walked in and took it from the headboard and walked back to where Mark was still cleaning.
    "So, about last night, who . . . . "
    "Nope. No questions allowed."
    "But Mark! I have to know!"
    "If I tell you it will ruin the illusion. Would it really make a difference to know?"
    Mark leaned on his broom and sipped his coffee.
    "No, I guess not."
    "Good, now get in there and finish making up the bed."
    Mark went back to straightening up. As Diane made up the bed, she saw her outfit had been placed back on its hanger on the back of the closet door. This was the first time she got a really good look at it.
    "Mark, where did you get this outfit and the others for that matter?"
    "Mail order, and the funny thing is, you signed for them."
    Mark laughed.
    "Are you kidding?"
    "About a week ago the box arrived. It was marked important papers; you signed for it and put it in my office."
    "Mark you are a rat!"
    "How long have you been planning this?"
    "Sorry, no questions!"
    It took about 30 minutes to finish up making the guesthouse look presentable again. Mark said he was going to get a cleaning woman to come by and do a proper job next week sometime. As they walked back across the large back yard, Diane shook her head and smiled.
    "You know you aren't supposed to wear those shorts out of the house."
     Mark turned his head and quipped
    "At least I am dressed!"
    With that Mark took off running for the house. Diane realized she had walked out of the house straight from bed. She was nude, but a lack of sleep and perhaps memories from the night before did not allow her to realize it. There she was, standing in