Tied Down and Filled Up
©2012 Raminar Dixon
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
For over two years, I’d been trying everything to get pregnant. My husband Mark has been my biggest supporter, of course, through it all. He’s risen to the occasion at three in the morning when my ovulation hit its peak, fucked me multiple times a day for weeks on end, attended any variety of doctor’s appointments and fertility treatments, and dealt with some of the drastic, mood-swinging side effects of my medication.
Still, after all this time, nothing. I was beginning to grow desperate.
No one seemed to know why I’m wasn’t getting knocked up, even some of the so-called experts in the field had only vague assumptions about it. I was nearly resigned to my fate when I stumbled across an interesting email that had been sent to me anonymously.
“After five years with no success, Bio Desire Solution Management, or, The BDSM Corporation, had me pregnant in only a few short sessions! Their techniques are revolutionary and there are no other fertility treatment centers anywhere else that offer them. They’ve changed my life and made me a better wife. I’m happy to say that three weeks ago my husband and I welcomed our new baby, Connor, into the world! I can’t wait to go back again in a few months and try for baby #2!
Thank you, BDSM Corp!”
Underneath the post was the photograph of a smiling blonde woman and a man that I guessed was her husband. She was smiling broadly and holding an adorable infant wrapped in blankets against her breast.