Secrets in the Shadows - Part 1: An Erotic Tale of BDSM Games

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2:38 But has she gone too far this time? Is the business man with the soulless eyes following her? Will he ruin her one moment of pleasure in another wise gray world. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed. Your destination, salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies.

3:09 Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed, loosing your clothes, put your earbuds in. Just go ahead and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And when you're ready to submit to your desires, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to rely, your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to discover your inner desires as you listen to my voice and fill the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Dark clouds crowded the sky outside the airport as the rain drops

4:27 drummed on the roofs of the cars along the pickup area. Another stiletto of lightning stabbed through the air, and a dutiful, deep roll of thunder followed it, causing the car windows to vibrate with its deep resonation. Cassie hated storms. Every time the lightning impaled the sky and thunder erupted through the clouds, she winced with fear, clutching the crucifix around her neck. It was silly. She was a grown woman who had been raised in all the glory Mother Nature had to offer, So why on earth was she frightened of storms? They were perfectly natural. She winced again as the dark sky became illuminated with the glow of lightning, raising her hand to Hailey cab Another stab of lightning forced her to cower losing the cab to some businessman. Well,

5:31 it wasn't some businessman. He had been on her flight as well, taken her seat. So much for chivalry. For some reason, the steward had just accepted what he said without discussion, and Cassie was not in the mood to argue. Oh, the steward had been very apologetic about it, after even offering her additional alcoholic refreshers for the journey. But that man, those cold dark eyes of his, that stare that had no emotion got it made her shiver now just remembering them.

6:10 She cursed him a thousand times as a stolen cab disappeared through the veil of rain. Furious and determined, she turned back to the road and held another one, breathing a sigh of relief as it poured up to the curbside. Not willing to lose this one, Cassie grabbed the door handle, thrust the door open, and threw herself and her bags on to the rear seat, ending up in a crumpled, wet mess in the back of the cab. Marriott Hotel on East Street. Please, she said, grateful to be out of the rain, the rain that still hammered on the roof as a driver carved his way through the storm.

6:56 Cassie closed her eyes, shutting out the vice and symphony of car horns in thunder that filled the air. Maybe she nodded off for a minute, maybe an hour, She didn't know. What she did know is that she was woken by a blast of cold air as the cab driver held open the door, his hand reaching inside to help her out. Murrit Hotel, madam, he said, with his broken English, a broad smile adorning his face. In paying the cab driver and following a porter with her luggage into the foyer, she stood impatiently in front of the reception desk, suddenly desperate for a hot shower and lay down.

7:46 It seemed to take forever to actually buck in, and when she was the young man behind the desk looked at her, smiling before handing her an envelop and parcel, saying, who's arrived for you earlier. Cassie looked at the envelope and package for the longest moment. She was always surprised by the efficiency of the people that ran these events, But then the contents of this envelope was what these next few hours were all about, so of course they would.

8:20 Taking the envelope and parcel, She thanked the receptionist and headed to a room, leaving the storm, the noise of the hotel, the ill maned businessman behind her as the door closed, Finally slipping out of her heels, Cassie wasted no time getting undressed and luxuriating in a shower. There was something about showers after a flight. They always felt so good, probably all the added stress, and now she just felt relaxed, eventually tearing her herself away from the shower, drying and discovering the bed. It was a shame she would not be in the hotel overnight. The bed did feel incredibly comfortable. Cassie eased her fingers around her neck and released the clasp of her mother's crucifix, which always

9:19 adorned her neck, well, not always when she was playing the game. It felt a little disrespectful to her mother's memory to be wearing it. Kissing the crucifix and saying a silent prayer for her mum. She placed it on the nightstand as she lifted the envelope, turning the embossed envelope around and around in her fingers as if it would do something special. Of course, it was just an envelope.

9:51 It wasn't going to do anything, but it did contain something that might improve Cassie's life, if only for a couple of She was procrastinating, as she knew it. He was exciting, exhilarating, and nerve wracking all at once. Slipping her newly polished nails through the envelope's sill, she paused for a moment before removing the card. Inside. The card itself had a wonderfully luxurious film, as if it were made of velvet, the edges scalloped and adorned with gold leaf. Truly, it was wonderful just to hold. Turning the card over, the calligraphy was beautifully done. It sparkled as if the ink could only just ride, whispering the words as she read them, nine forty five Rever and Green the billiard

10:54 room with the rope, Smiling as she toyed the edge of the the card over her lips, wondering about Reverend Green for a moment, her smile stretched a little further. Picking up the parcel, she fumbled it for a moment, trying to guess the contents. Of course, there was no use it was an outfit, which one she couldn't know until she opened the package. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and Cassie pressed her nail over the wrapping paper, forcing the parcel open. An eruption of luxurious purple exploded from the gap. Missus Peacock, she whispered, in two minds whether to be insulted or not. She wasn't that old and certainly could keep up with the best of them.

11:53 Opening the package fully, the outfit was beautiful and extremely luxurious. Cassie had never even considered purple Lingerie's her, but there was something most definitely seductive about the sheer purple teddy that she pulled from the package. So the die had been cast to night she would be the mature, strong, flamboyant woman that was Missus Peacock, and her mystery partner would be the innocent and slightly kinky Reverend Green. It was also virginal. By all accounts. It was going to be an interesting few hours, to say the least. It was still strange to think that the organizers managed to match so many people's fantasies so well. Well were they all so predictable? You selected your fantasy and they would

12:54 find you another player who had a similar fantasy and put you together for a few hours. Of course, it was very different now to when they first started. Gussie had been there in the first days of the game when it was still online, just for some college friends. Everyone knew each other. It had been after a particularly heavy party they had decided to use the characters from Cludo in the game. It seemed to make it a little kinkier. Now it had just expanded exponentially. Friends of friends became invited. She even suspected complete strangers from the internet were involved. They were definitely using different hotels for the games, so the numbers must be quite large now.

13:47 At least the costumes had improved. Gussie thought she could remember when they had to make their own. She giggled to herself as her fingers trailed through the purple material and satin and velvet. Definitely, the very caress of this outfit seemed to echo strength and seduction. Of course, it was a high quality lingerie. Missus Peacock never wore anything but the best. She suspected the club had spent more on her outfits than anyone else's. It was just getting past the whole mature milf thing once you ever came that.

14:31 It was a fantastic role to play, and Cassie suspected she did do it rather well. Well, none of her game partners had ever complained. She just wasn't sure how she felt about being the mature s abductress of the group. She still felt sexy, she still had her inner passions, so why not. Taking the long velvet dress out the bag, she hung it on her closet door, her fingers gently teasing over the soft material. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the sensual caress of the satin lined velvet, The slit up to her thigh so evocatively high, no doubt to give the hint of the pleasures that lay beyond taking the underwear out. That teddy was more than just a sheer piece of underwear. It was a work of art, decorated with floral patterns of black lace upon

15:41 a sheer veil of salacious purple silk. It was soft to touch, it peppered goose bumps up her arms. Of course, the teddy had garter straps to fasten. The included black steamed silk stockings with and the patent black stilettos that promised so much in such a decadent way, and right there at the bottom a coil of rope lay ominously silent.

16:16 It was just a rope. It's what you did with it that made all the difference. Cassie knew it was probably strange, but in her normal life she was very reserved and shy. She knew when she adorned this outfit, this uniform, she would change. She would become the Missus Peacock of her fantasy. And whoever joined her in that fantasy today would surely enjoy the moment. But that was the point, wasn't it. For a few hours they could be their fantasy. They could immerse themselves in their own desires, knowing that later they could returned to their normal lives a lot more satisfied. Cassie liked to take her time getting dressed. For her it was part of the game, part of the pleasure. And finally, looking at herself in

17:16 the mirror, she looked good enough to fuck, let alone anyone else fucking her, she decided, Slipping her feet into the shoes. They were, as ever, a little too large, but wearable. Thankfully, she only had to move between rooms within the hotel. Reaching into her own suitcase, she retrieved her one personal addition, an auburn wig. It completed her transformation.

17:50 Looking into the mirror, Cassie whispered, Melissa Peacock, such a pleasure to meet you again. Turning, Melissa Peacock, rope in hand, left her hotel room to find the billiard room. The journey down was almost as much fun as the night itself promised to be. Men stopped to look at her, normally accompanied by protestations from their partners. The poor bellboy in the elevator blushed furiously and tried to hide his erection when Melissa had parted her legs enough to give a flash of her stocking tops through the slit in her skirt. By the time she found what might pass for a billiard room, well, it was a poll table in one of the private rooms off the bar. Her pussy was positively dripping with desire. The room was dimly lit,

18:54 with just one light over the pool table and occasional warlights decorating the wood panels, and for all she could tell she was alone. The room was eerily silent. It had been a long time since she had played pool, but she could roughly remember what she was meant to do, and she couldn't just sit here waiting for Reverend Green to appear. Placing the coil of rope on her table, she racked the balls before, selecting a queue that looked at least straight, and fired the cueball straight into the pack, spreading the colored balls to the far sides of the table.

19:38 Stalking around the table to find her next shot, she suddenly became aware of nervous breathing in the shadows Ah the breath of the virgin and just before his first experience, she thought. Leaning over the table to ensure the owner of the breath had a good view along the length of her skirt, she took her next shot. A whimper exploded from somewhere deep in the shadows. Melissa grinned against her porcue, Turning, she leaned on the side of the table, sliding the porcue slowly between her legs, forcing her skirt up to expose her stocking tops once again. Reverend Green, I presume, she said, playfully, yes, the voice from the shadows replied, and dripping with virginal innocence. Why don't be shy man, let me see you, She commanded. The man

20:50 that tore himself from the shadows may have been innocent, but by his look she doubted he was a virgin. If he was, his parents must have kept him locked away for all his youth. He was at least six feet tall. He had a broad, muscular chest that was emphasized pleasantly by the tight material of his shirt. His biceps pressed on the material of his jacket. They rippled sensually beneath the material. His green eyes burned with desire as they danced over Melissa's body, his tongue furiously licking his lips. Obviously he'd at least thought what it might be like to taste a woman. Pull a seat toop.

21:42 Melissa growled and grining as she watched him nervously move a chair in front of her and sitting down, placing a hel either side of his legs on the chair. Ensuring he had a good few of the pleasure, she promises, she let her skirtful to either side of her legs, exposing her lungery to full effect, Pressing the end of the cube between his thighs. She whispered, so your first time, Yeah, I dropped out of clergy training last month, he said, nervously.

22:25 And why did you drop out? She asked, I self pleasure myself too much, he said, blushing, his head dropping from embarrassment. He was either a very good actor. All this was actually true, Melissa mused, maybe she really had found an ultimate fantasy to pervert an innocent man of the cloth. Her pussy throbbed in appreciation. Tell me, Reverend Greene, have you a tasted a woman? Millers asked, studying him intently while she pulled the por cue hard against a wet pussy, pressing it against the sudden silk of her teddy No, missus peakle, he said, his blush burning in his cheeks. Moving the porcue across his shoulders, she said, lick this, see if you like it. The Reverend green enthusiastically ran his tongue along the porcue, tasting Melissa's glistening

23:42 pleasure from the wood, pushing the heel of her shoe against his shoulder, pressing him back into the seat. She studied him for a moment. His swollen erection was painfully obvious beneath his pants. His eyes drooped with erotic need. This man could just come with a whisper of a command from her. So what did you imagine when you pleasured yourself, Reverend Green, Melissa hissed, I imagined having a woman dominate me, making me lick her pussy, and then commanding me to stroke myself until I came over her breasts.

24:25 He replied, nervously. Is that so? Melissa whispered coilly, placing a heeled foot on either shoulder. Dropping the cue, she pushed the remaining bulls on the table to either side, before laying back on the soft velvet, lifting her dress and pulling his head forward and between her thighs with her feet. And you'd better taste me, Reverend Green, delight on the neck to dripping from my pussy, she said, as his breath caressed her panties, inhaling her feminine scent, as if intoxicated by her fragrance, his tongue licked voraciously at her teddy, pressing along the wet silk like a man possessed. Vicious strokes of his tongue moved up and down her lips, Each stroke fuelled with needy passion, the

25:25 desperation of a man who had never experienced the delights before, But it indulged in so many fantasies. What he lacked in finesse or experience, he made up for with raw passionate need. The heat of his breath, fueled by his own frustration and lust, burned along her pussy, his carnal moans thrusting between her folds and desperate for him to discover her clit. Melissa reached down and pushed the drenched silk to one side her fingertip, exposing her pink nub.

26:03 She moaned, suck it, wrapping her fingers tightly around his head and pulling him in against her swollen mound. She writhed against his stubbled chin. His lips responded with beautiful compliance. Sucking hungrily on her clip, sparking some infant memory. He sucked long and hard, as if it were life, giving his tongue, whipping her clip with the abandon of teenage passion, punishing her sex with wicked pulses of pleasure, writhing her mound against his face, the stubble on his chin igniting the inferno of pleasure moving through her body. Melissa grasped at the sides of the pool table, trying to maintain control.

26:51 Her back arched under the torment of pleasure. Unable to hold it back any longer, her body resonated with the avalanche orgasm, trembling from head to toe. As that wave of pleasure cascaded down her body relentlessly, the reverend licked at her a pussy, tasting every drop of pleasure dripping from her trembling lips, apparently oblivious to the cries for him to stop. Eventually, Melissa pushed back against his shoulders, heavily, forcing him back into the seat. Sliding from the table, she walked slowly around him and grabbing the rope, she whispered, looks like I might need to put a leash on this puppy. Wrapping the rope quickly around his wrists, she secured him to the chair before moving back in front

27:46 of him again, caressing her finger nail over his jawel line. She lifted his head, his eyes pleading with her for mercy, for cardinal satisfaction. So shall we see what is hidden beneath that starch shirt of yours? Maybe find you a sin worth repenting, she said, as her fingernail and dragged a painfully slow line over the muscular definition of his chest, reaching the buckle of his pants. Her finger nail moved along the tented zipper, forcing his hips to rise with desperate need. How long have you been in chastity, she asked innocently. Eight years, he replied, blushing. Eight years since she fell to pussy Gripping that wonderfully hard cock of yours, she said, squeezing his erection through his pants firmly. No. No,

28:54 eight years since I took the vow of chastity for the church I was sixteen. I've never been with a woman, his face burning and angry red. Well, that does mat to night rather more special, she whispered, as her lips caressed his ear, the warmth of her breath on his neck, forcing goosebumps to rupt over his body, his erection to throb against her touch. I wonder what your big hard cock will feel like after eight years in prison, she whispered, her lips brushing along his neck, and slid his zipper down, his erection exploding firmly into the air. Looking down, Melissa looked back up and held his gaze squarely as she whispered, Oh my, all those years in captivity, it makes you very, very swollen. You must be just full of come, she said, grinning,

30:07 at him like a chestia cat. Then zipping her dress, she let it fall to the ground, safe in the longee. The rules of the game meant they wouldn't be disturbed. Straddling across him, the tip of his cock pulsed gently against the silk of her teddy. Well you do feel so very good, Reverend Green. I can't wait to have your big fat cock inside me, she whispered, the words, creating tremors through his erection. Sliding her teddy to one side, she slid her folds along his tip, moaning gently in his ear. That feel good for you, Reverend, as good as it does for me. Yeah, yeah, yes, Please, he replied.

31:05 Please what? Melissa asked, coyly, holding her dripping lips just over the tip of his cock. Please let me be inside you, he begged, his body tense with frustration. What you don't want to come over my breast? Do you want to feel your big hard cock come inside this hot, wet pussy that is desperate for you? Instead? She replied, playfully, reaching down and grasping his shaft, rubbing his cockhead between her lips and over her clip. Please incite you, he begged, Grinning, Melissa held his shaft as she slid slowly down his length.

31:55 The sensation of his cock throbbing along her pussy has her core grasped at it wildly, rekindling her earlier orgasm. Slowly, she slid up and down his erection, enjoying the growing way of pleasure that assaulted her body, pacing herself, not wanting him to come until she was ready, until she was satisfied. Salacious words stripped from her lips with every movement, everyone describing in detail the feeling his cock created inside her body, each and everyone exhilarating both of their passions, both of their pleasures. Feeling her orgasm reached the point where it would not be denied any longer. She impaled herself hard along his length, forcing his cock to explode inside her, their warm comes sliding from her lips as

32:57 she thrust up and down, until while he was spent, her body vibrating brutally with her climax. Leaning back, enjoying the pulsating sensation of his cock inside her pussy, she watched his young, innocent eyes for the longest moment before reaching down between them and caressing a trail of cum onto her fingertip. And she drew a line across her breas.

33:35 Lick it off me, she commanded. Hungrily. He licked their mutual come from her breath, sucking the juices of their orgasms and biting the soft flesh of her breath. His lips brushed over her rec nipples. Thrusting her fingers through his hair, Melissa pulled his head back, her lips embracing him heavy as their tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting their shared pleasure. Holding his gaze, Melissa whispered, well, I hope that was worth all those years in captivity. The Reverend cream just scrimmed. Standing, she released his ropes before putting her dress back on. Leaning down, she kissed him on his forehead and whispered, happy Release day, before she turned and made her way back to her room. There

34:39 was always an element of sadness when the game came to an end, she mused, as she replaced the dress in its carrier, undressing fully. The underwear returned to the packaging it had been in previously. Gussie wondered to herself why she never bought herself nice lingerie, Probably because normal Cassie was unsexy and didn't deserve it. She thought these game nights were an escape from normality, where she could be the woman she knew she truly was inside, showering and dressing, back into her normal day close again, she collected her crucifix and touched it around her neck, sighing as the hotel door swung closed and finally clicked into place, announcing her return to normality. She passed couples in the

35:37 corridor unnoticed. Even the bell boy didn't give her a second look, and Cassie was obviously a lot less interesting than Melissa. She eventually found herself at the reception desk once again, reluctantly handing over her key card, Saying good bye to Melissa was always so difficult. Could you call me a cab please for the airport, she asked. She could stay around for the night, but he would only make it worse. She decided best to get home back to normal life. The receptionist smiled and nodded at her as she took her case and sat in the bar area waiting to be called, enjoying a last vodka and dry before returning home. Looking across the seats at the far end of the bar, a pair of familiar cold

36:38 eyes bored into hers, his sharp, well tailored suit all too familiar now it made Cassie positively sick to look at him. Who the hell was he? Rising from her seat, she decided now was the time to find out. Draining the last of the drink from her glass, she turned all toward him, just as the hotel usher appeared next to her and said, missus peacock, your cab is here.

37:09 Turning to thank the attendant, she turned to face her nemesis. He was gone yet again, vanishing into the crowd of people. Irritated, Cassie followed the usher across the hotel floor and into the taxi, leaving her fantasy and the strange business man hopefully far behind her. So next week the next part in our little cereal. So who is the strange man with the dead eyes and what does he want with Cassie?

37:49 Well you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out. So until next week when we can get wild and mad all over a again, Ah, I do look forward to and always with your pleasure in mind. Well, this is devil in wild. Why should use slacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story, Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view. You can find the links in this show's notes or by visiting wildibed dot com.

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