PROLOGUE

I was moaning and panting and making a fool of myself but it was wonderful. The fact that I was also trying to stop myself from rushing headfirst into the incredibly fine orgasm my body was working up to didn't seem to matter much. At that moment I was vividly alive, much more so than I had ever been during sex -- normal sex, that is. At the moment I'm talking about, the sexual act I was engaged in would hardly be called normal. But I didn't care. It was incredible even I hadn't wanted it and still didn't.

Does this sound a little strange? Well, consider that in addition to heading towards an orgasm I didn't want and having sex with a man I didn't even know, I was also vividly aware of the tight ropes wrapped around my body holding my arms firmly secure behind my back. And that my bottom was stinging and burning from a fresh spanking I had not wanted but nevertheless had asked this man to give me!