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Alex Palange is an author of steamy romance books.
Born in Europe, travel around the world a lot and over the years Alex had the privilege to meet different people, learn and share some amazing stories and fantasies with them.
Alex's other passion is Photography. – the good picture is like the good book – need to tell the viewers a wonderful story…
What inspired you to write your book?
My own experience
Here is a short sample from the book:
I just smiled. “Sweet, you have a room for me that is great, thank you… What is that?” I asked showing to her one of those cuffs (or bracelet).
“Have you really never worn one of those?” Asked Mrs. Smith
“Never, and I have no idea what they are.” I replied as I ad-mired the strange leather bracelet. They looked like a bracelet but they were wide and with the metal pieces on the side and strange metal rings in the middle.
“That is so sweet, let me show you.”
She took one of the leather bracelets, kneeled behind me and very gently lifted a little bit my dress and attached it to my ankle. After that, she took another one and did the same with my other an-kle. At that time, I really didn't understand what the purpose of those leather anklets is, but everything started to become clear when Mrs. Smith took a metal rod from the table and told me to spread my legs. After I did it, she attached that metal rod on the hooks of my anklets and after she did I realized that I couldn’t close my legs an-ymore. I started to giggle as I enjoyed it to be part of something new, but she didn’t stop. Mrs. Smith stood up and took another one of the bracelets from the table as she seductively told me that she wasn’t done yet, she also asked me how I felt. I replied that I was excited and that I felt a little bit weird about not being able to close my legs.
“That is the whole idea,” Mrs. Smith said as she put a bracelet on my wrist.
I thought that they would be something like regular hand-cuffs and I was a little bit disappointed when I found that they weren’t but Mrs. Smith smiled and said, “Ooh they are but on a sec-ond thought… Maybe you are right. They are not like regular cuffs. They are even better.” She held my hands close to each other and attached the small hook between them.
” Ok, now they look like a regular cuff.” I was overjoyed.
” No, they aren’t… I’m done yet.”
After she said that, she lifted my hands up and attached the hook between them to the small swing hanging from the ceiling.
Now I started to realize what she had done to me. My legs were wide open and I was unable to close them. I was bent over (a little bit, just enough to put my body in a very provocative pose) my belly was touching the table and my hands were tied to the swing. In that pose, anyone that would show up from behind would see me vulnerable and completely tied. Basically, I was totally bound and at the will of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I was excited, but at the same time, I started to panic realizing that I was also at the will of anyone that could happen by. I wasn't wearing anything under that dress. Any-one could come up from behind lift my skirt and my ass and pussy would be ripe and tight for the taking.
I looked at the table and I saw one more, small piece of equipment laying on it. It was a small hook and instead of asking her to untie me, I asked, “…. And what is the purpose of that?”
“Oh… that is very important too” Mrs. Smith replied as she took the small piece and attached it between my cuffs. Instead of panicking and telling her that that was enough for me, I said,
“I still don’t get it.”
Mrs. Smith did not answer. She just knelt behind me and with very smooth movements started lifting my dress. The gentle ca-ress of her hands over my thighs made me close my eyes and made my heart quiver in my chest. My body shivered as her hands reached my hips exploring my bare ass. She did not stop there, from my mouth came a groan of pleasure as her hands grazed my hard nipples. Mrs. Smith caressed a little more passionately before, she quickly lifted my dress all the way up and attached it to that small hook.
I panicked and really felt uncomfortable in that pose. My pose was screaming at anyone who came up that my body was ready to accept anybody who wants to play with it. I also was aroused for the first time in my life by another woman. It was true that I felt un-comfortable, but also my pussy was dripping wet and I was eager to feel her next move. I tried to say something, but from my mouth came only a mumble. I felt that Mrs. Smith smiled behind me. She came close to me. I could feel her breath tickling the back of my neck as she whispered in my ear. “Now is the time to meet your mas-ter, Mr. Smith.”
I was horny and I was eager to meet Mr. Smith, but her words made me panic. My master???? Wow, what he will do to me??? Tied in that pose I am just offering him my naked body. I need to do something. While those thoughts passed through my mind, I sensed Mr. Smith had entered the room. A second later I felt his hand gently creased my bare ass. I tried to turn around and look at him, but in that pose, it was almost impossible.
“You look so appealing and I love those curves.” Those were his words while his hand traced the contour of my ass.