Saturday 3 September 2011

The Strictest Bondage



It was a dark and stormy night and a few of us had taken refuge at the
Bondage Masters' Club, the very exclusive private club you've probably heard
of and wished you could afford to join. All of the dungeons downstairs were
booked up right then which led some of us to gather around the fireplace in
the lounge. We talked about one thing or the other and pretty soon the
conversations got around to a commonly asked question at the Club: What is
the strictest, heaviest bondage you've ever seen?
Bill Colins sipped his brandy and related a time when he was in college
and had his girlfriend over to his parent's house. They were gone to Europe
and he had run of the place. Having all the time in the world, he decided
to try the most elaborate bondage he could imagine. He took his girlfriend,
a lovely young lass of nineteen summers and delightful curves, so we were
led to believe, to the garage. This being a three car garage, there was a
wooden post in the middle of one side, about eight inches on a side and
painted so it was smooth. It was not hard, he said, to persuade Nancy to
remove her clothes; she having already had a couple of cocktails and being
in an amorous mood. When she was completely naked he backed her against the
post and had her wrists tied behind it before the sweet young thing realized
what was happening.
Actually, I suspect she was as willing a "victim", as all of my
girlfriends had been back in the college days. Then, he continued, he
dragged out a carton of cotton clothesline packages, twenty-four in all, and
proceeded to open them. The rope began to flow on to the girl who giggled
delightedly and seemed to find nothing out of the ordinary about being bound
naked to a garage post. Rope was soon wrapped around her legs, binding them
to each other, then around the legs and the post, locking them firmly to the
wood. More rope found its way around her waist, tucking in her tummy most
delightfully. At first he wrapped with the breasts sticking out between the
coils of rope. But as more and more rope went on, he found that those
breasts were about the only skin showing and that seemed to spoil the
effect. So he wrapped rope around them and the post, squashing them into
pancakes. Or at least that's what it seemed like, he confided.
It took a long time, especially being careful to wrap and knot each rope
so that it couldn't fall down, but he eventually had the poor girl wrapped
from head to toe. The rope began at the tops of her feet and continued up
without interruption or skin showing until it reached the bottom of her
chin. A great deal of rope had been wrapped around her neck so that the
shoulders were covered. But that rope had been only mildly tight so that
there was no problem with her breathing. Carefully wrapped rope filled her
mouth as it passed between her lips and around the post. More rope wrapped
her head and the post from her nose to mid-forehead. There was enough rope
over the eyes that she was effectively blindfolded. Then he stood back.
Only her feet and a little bit of her face here and there showed, the rest
was solid clothesline. Even from the back no skin showed, the arms and
hands and even fingers had been covered with rope. Bill then reaffirmed why
he was a member of our exclusive club. He took some thin twine and, while
down on hands and knees, bound her big toes together. Beautiful touch, that,
heh?
Finally the bondage was complete. Bill surveyed his handiwork and
approved. Never in all the existence of woman and rope had one female been
so completely bound and helpless. He ordered her to struggle, to exert all
her strength to free herself from that cotton prison. The toes wiggled a
bit and maybe there was the slightest tremor in the hair on top of her
head, but that was all. It was beautiful, he assured us.
We all agreed that such bondage was good and certainly extremely strict,
if somewhat lacking in originality. After all, anyone can come up with the
idea of simply wrapping the girl with three day's output of a rope factory.
Truly imaginative bondage had to have something a bit more, some spark of
ingenuity.
Mark came forward then with his version. The girl, he said, was the wife
of a friend, her name being Nora. This friend was very much into leather
and bondage and enjoyed applying both to his wife. The night in question
Mark was invited over to witness the standard procedure used to secure Nora
for her night's rest. They had a special bedroom they used as a playroom, so
the guy could purchase or build all the equipment he wanted. Mark settled
himself in a corner to watch. Nora began by shedding every stitch of
clothing. Having never seen Nora in the buff before, Mark said that he was
quite delighted to find that the normally drab and shapeless clothing worn
by that slender twenty-five year old female hid a very shapely body with
proud, perky breasts.
Immediately her hands were bound behind her back with the palms facing
each other. Then the elbows were bound together with rope both above and
below them. Nora sat on the edge of a leather covered and padded table
while her legs were bound at the ankles, and above and below the knees. Then
those legs were inserted into a leather sheath that came all the way up to
her waist. The sheath was like a single glove used for bondage of a girl's
arms but designed to fit the legs. There were laces up the front and her
husband worked them upwards until they were tight all the way from her
ankles to her tummy. Wide leather straps were added around her legs at the
ankles and the usual above and below the knees. Nora then stood up as her
arms were fitted into a leather single glove and it was laced up. There
were two straps that passed over her shoulders to secure the glove on and
prevent it from slipping down. Then came a sort of straightjacket, made of
black leather and having no arm holes whatsoever. The leather jacket went
on and laced up. A wide strap sown into it at the tummy had a roller buckle
and was pulled down very tight. Another wide leather strap at the top was
buckled around her neck. Two other wide straps were attached and buckled
around her torso above and below the breasts.
Nora smiled at Mark who could guess what was coming next. With most of
her covered by leather restrictions, only her head was bare. First came a
ball gag, not too large a one, just enough too fill her mouth. That strapped
behind her head. Then a padded blindfold over her eyes. The discipline
hood was also black leather and also laced on after being molded onto her
face. There was a wide leather strap around the bottom which buckled around
the neck, right over the neckpiece of the straightjacket. The only bit of
skin now showing was Nora's nose, the last sad piece of a once proud girl.
But, of course, you knew the table would come into this, Mark assured us.
We nodded. Nora was picked up and laid down on the table, tummy side down
stretched out. More leather straps appeared and went around the narrow table
and the already helpless girl, securing her to the table. Her ankles were
pushed down until the toes pointed. Straps held her legs, hips and torso.
If those straps had been her only bondage, Mark doubted she would have
escaped. A final strap over her neck pulled her head down to the padding and
held it there. The face was turned towards Mark and he could see her nose
flare as she breathed. It was a wonderful piece of bondage, Mark stated.
The captive girl could not move a muscle. She was being pressed in by rope
and leather on every inch of her body, a constant and very vivid reminder of
her helplessness. Mark could see the outline of ropes around her legs
through the leather encasing them, so tight was the sheath.
Mark paused to take a drink when someone asked him if Nora really could
sleep every night so bound in leather. Mark Pursed his lips and admitted
that no, she didn't. Nora had later admitted to Mark that she didn't spend
every night like that. Only the weekday nights, she said. On the weekends
her husband put her into really strict bondage! We chuckled and admitted
that such leather bondage was pretty good. We had all seen similar bondage
from the leather-lovers in the Club and knew that it could be very
stimulating and exciting. For both the binder and bindee.
Then came Ronald's turn. He sighed and said that he, being newer to the
bondage field, had less experience with such matters but that he had one time
seen some bondage that was both strict and unusual. He had a mistress on the
side, something his wife did not know about, and he visited this young lady
once a week or so, paying in exchange a portion of her rent and an
allowance. It worked out well as he liked her and she was totally open
minded about his bondage tastes. Well, one evening he was due to visit
Charlene. Unlocking her door with his key, he entered to find a dark
apartment with no sign of life. Exploring a bit he found her bedroom door
was closed. He opened it. Inside it was dark but he heard a familiar
sound, the muffled moan of a female in distress as filtered through a gag.
He flipped on the lights.
Charlene was indeed in distress. For long moments Ronald could do nothing
but stare. His mistress was suspended in mid-air in the center of the bedroom.
Moreover, she was completely naked save for a ball gag and leather bands
around her wrists and ankles. Someone had screwed heavy metal rings into the
floor on opposite sides of the room and another set into the ceiling next to
the wall. Charlene had been stretched out between those rings in a giant "X",
arms and legs spread wide. Leather bands encircled her wrists and ankles but
rope continued from the bands to the rings. She was so far above the floor
that her belly button was level with Ronald's nose. The naked, wide open body
in such unique bondage had an immediate effect upon Ronald. Assuming that
Charlene had requested someone to put her in this bondage as a surprise for
him, he threw off his clothes, tearing some of them in the process, and threw
himself upon her body.
Of course, he discovered that a girl suspended several feet off the floor
could not easily be impaled. Her pussy, it was true, was in good position for
the attention of his tongue or fingers, but his tool was not normally capable
of reaching such heights. Necessity being the mother of something, Ronald
grabbed a chair and stood upon it that he might reach the promised land.
Later, after a quick but satisfying orgasm for both of them, he untied her
legs and allowed her to stand upon the chair while he released her arms. It
was when he unbuckled the gag that he found out that Charlene had not been so
displayed for him but rather that another of her "customers" had bound her
like that as cruel joke. Or because he was mad at her. Anyway, this other
guy figured that a sexy, beautiful girl like Charlene had more boyfriends than
just him and one of them would find her in a day or two. Fortunately Charlene
had spent only one day in her suspended spreadeagle and had not suffered any
permanent injury.
That, we agreed, was indeed strict bondage and quite inescapable, which
is, of course, the first and most important definition of strict bondage.
Then it was my turn. Once, I related after pausing dramatically to sip my
wine, I had the pleasure to be challenged by a delightfully curry young miss
who insisted that I couldn't dream up a bondage position that would both
prevent her escape and tax her ability to endure. Since Susan had a
healthy, full figure to go along with her innocent and sweet looks, I
accepted the challenge. Being aware of her tendency to prefer nudity to
clothes when bound up didn't hurt either.
On the evening of the challenge, she showed up at my house wearing a
wonderfully tight dress with ridiculously high heels she could hardly walk in,
plus a smug grin that said other males had answered her challenge and failed.
The playroom was equipped with a number of rings in the ceiling, walls and
floor. It was also soundproofed and the window had drapes so thick as to
prevent any light from escaping. And females never escaped from that room,
either. Susan looked approvingly at the ropes I had laid out and nodded at
the rings. She stipulated that there was to be ropes only, no chains or
handcuffs, etc. There were to be no ropes around the neck (a precaution I
normally observe anyway), and that I would not allow my hands to wander to
places of her body of interest to a man but not necessary to the process of
binding her. Should I take such liberties I would be slapped silly when she
untied herself, I was assured. I agreed to the provisions and we began.
First off she removed her clothes without my asking. Her body was indeed
as beautiful as I had imagined from the curves of her clothing. She
bicycled a great deal and displayed a wonderful muscle tone without being
overdeveloped. Being in good shape, she assured me, was a big aid in her
overcoming the bondage placed upon her by over-confident males.
I began by placing her wrists together, palms facing inward, and binding
them. I took my time, placing each winding of the cotton clothesline
carefully so that the ropes were even and fairly snug. Then I wrapped the
rope between her arms and over the wrist ropes to cinch them down. I tied
three very tight knots then cinched down a couple more turns. Then I tied
three more knots and cinched down again. The final three knots left about two
feet of rope hanging free. She noted the rope hanging down and smirked at
such sloppiness. I then bound her elbows after pulling them together. That
bondage was also cinched down with multiple knots. Then the rope dangling
from her wrists went up to the elbow bondage where it was wrapped tightly
and knotted half a dozen times. She had been following the bonds as they
went on and was not smirking now. She knew that the final knots being up at
her elbows would make them impossible to reach.
I wrapped loops around her hips and wrists, pinning her arms to her
bottom. I cinched that rope down between her arms and body then ran rope
from her wrists down between heir legs and up to the rope in front. It
passed over that rope and back through to her wrists. Those crotch ropes
were pulled tight and knotted several times. Then the end of the rope was
passed up to the elbow bondage and the final knots placed there. In a
similar manner I bound her legs at the ankles and again above the knees.
As I fetched the gag I noticed that Susan's nipples were standing out,
rigid as if she were highly excited. I had seen that reaction too many
times before, when binding women to not know what it meant. I selected a
ball for a gag that was just large enough to fit into Susan's mouth. It
was, of course, tightly strapped in the back. Then I added a discipline
hood, the kind that is made of soft leather and laced up the back so they
can be made very tight, like a second skin. Only her nose showed through the
hood. I explained as I laced it very tightly that the hood was to assure
she would not be able to use her mouth or teeth to aid in her escape
attempt. Also, I sweetly told her, the hood helps because it prevents her
from seeing her bondage.
Now I was almost ready. I helped her down to the floor and tied a heavier
rope around her ankle ropes. That rope went up to the ring in the center of
the ceiling. Soon Susan was suspended completely off the floor and upside
down. Her leather-encased head was twisting this way and that as if in
indecision and her fingers fluttered nervously. That was a very helpless
girl, and yet I was not finished with her. For a girl who had demolished
other male egos one must take every precaution. On the top of the discipline
hood there was a small loop of leather. Susan had probably not noticed it
there. And she might not have noticed that directly under the ring in the
ceiling was another ring in the floor. Humming merrily to myself, I tied a
short piece of rope to the hood's loop and to the floor ring, pulling it snug
so that her head ceased its turnings. Now Susan was stretched out between the
floor and ceiling, in strict bondage and upside down.
I informed her that it was now her turn in this contest, speaking loudly
so she could be able to hear me inside that leather hood. And I informed
her that I would return to free her in two hours, the agreed upon time
limit. I returned in two hours to find a sweating, exhausted and very
defeated girl. No sooner had the ropes been removed from her arms then she
embraced my legs and vowed eternal submission to the male who could make her
so helpless.
Everyone agreed that the upside down bondage was very good. But some
thought the garage post might have been a little better, while some held out
for encasing the girl in leather and strapping her down to the table. Only
Ronald insisted that an X suspension was better but his logic was based on
the fact that only that position of them all allowed for access and the
performance of the sex act. The argument and more examples continued on into
the night, as is usual at the Bondage Masters' Club. By the way, which did
you think was the strictest bondage?

The Saleswoman



Miss Scott considered herself lucky in getting a good paying job so soon upon
her arrival in the city. For she had just completed high school after which
she moved away from home to start a life of her own. Besides she always wanted
to get away from her parents. Now she was, she had a job as a saleswoman with
what seem to be a very large company. So large, that she even been furnished a
company car as well as a small but comfortable apartment by the company. At
times she considered her good fortune being because she was a beautiful woman.
But she always told herself it was because she had talent.

She like the job, the car as well as the apartment that the company had given
her. What she found odd, was that instead of going door to door to get sales
she simply given a list each day of what clients to visit at what time. Time
and time again she told herself that this was to good to be true but it was a
job, a good paying job. So she never questioned her assignments.

Then one afternoon the car phone rang!" "Hello!" Miss Scott answered. "Miss
Scott, I need you to go to the following address as soon as you can to take a
order from one of our clients!" her boss immediately stated as she listened.
"Yes Sir!" she replied as she stopped the car so that she could write down the
directions to the client's place. "Oh, Yes, Miss Scott expect a large bonus
for going out to this clients place this evening!" her boss then added before
hanging up. "Strange" she thought as she started the car and got back onto the
road. "This place is way out in the country somewhere!" But then, who cares,
the job paid was good and the boss promise her a large bonus for doing it
besides her usual commission. About two hours later, Miss Scott finally
arrived at the client's place after she had become concerned that she had
taken a wrong turn somewhere. "God! This place is in the middle of no where!"
she whispered as she walked up to the large manor house and rung the door
bell. "Miss Scott, I presume?" the man asked who then greeted her at the door.
"Yes, Sir, I am Miss Scott and I am here to take your order!" Miss Scott
replied as the man showed her into the house. "I am pleased to meet you Miss
Scott, I am Don, won't you have a seat. And care for a cup of coffee before we
get started with my order?" Don then asked her in a polite manor. "Yes, Sir, I
certainly could use a cup of coffee it has been a long day and a long drive to
get here!" Miss Scott calmly replied as she got out her order forms and
catalogs. In a few moments, Miss Scott was sipping the cup of coffee down as
she filled out her order forms as Don placed her rather large order. "Is that
all Sir?" Miss Scott then asked as Don watched Miss Scott finished the last of
her cup of coffee. "Yes, Miss Scott, that is all, Can you give me a total on
that order so I can write you a check?" Don calmly replied with a grin
spreading across his face. "Yes, Sir, it comes out to a total of $10,000.00.
Which is the largest order that I have ever taken since I been with the
company!" Miss Scott then exclaimed as Don then handed her a check made out
for that amount. "Strange" Miss Scott thought as she started to get up from
the chair that she was sitting in. "He put "For goods received" on the "For"
line of the check and he hasn't even gotten anything yet. Miss Scott suddenly
found herself feeling very dizzy as she stood before Don, then suddenly
everything went blank as she fell back down into the chair dropping briefcase
on the floor beside her. Don simply smiled as he pressed a button near the
entrance where he had been standing. In a few minutes, the sound of a car
engine could be heard. Which in a few seconds slowly became fainter and
fainter till it could not be heard. "There Miss Scott, in a few hours there
will be nothing left to indicated that you even existed let alone work for the
company!" Don whispered as he bend down and lifted the unconscious Miss Scott
up onto her feet and then up over his shoulder. Once Don had gotten her up on
his shoulder he carried her into the back bedroom of his manor house. There he
laid her down slowly onto the bed in the middle of the room. "Now Miss Scott,
shall we see if my money was well spent!" Don whispered as he then removed
Miss Scott's high heel shoes. Don then calmly and slowly removed Miss Scott's
clothing piece by piece till she was totally naked before him on the bed in
her unconscious state. "Everything must be removed!" Don whispered as he then
reached up ot her ear lobes and removed her ear rings, then her necklace as
well as her wrist watch. "Yes, Miss Scott you were most certainly worth the
money, in fact every cent of it. I do believe I got me a bargain this time!"
Don said out loud as he calmly gather up Miss Scott's clothing as well as her
personal belonging which he stuffed into a leather bag. AFter placing
everything Miss Scott had been wearing in the leather bag he placed it in the
closet and then removed another leather bag. The contents of this bag he
carefully laid out on the bed next to the unconscious naked Miss Scott. It
consisted of many lengths of white nylon rope. "Let's see in about 30 more
minutes you should be coming around my lovely!" Don said to him self as he
took a 10 foot length of the white nylon rope. This rope he centered around
the back of her neck. Then he pulled the rope ends over her shoulders and down
under her arm pits as he rolled her over on her face. Then after crossing the
ropes behind her back her rolled her limp body back on its back so he could
cross the rope ends across her front side below her navel as he slide it
between her legs. Then once again her rolled her back onto her back. Taking
his time, he then pulled the rope ends as tight as he could before he took one
her wrist and placed her hand over her chin as he looped and tied one end of
the rope around it. He then repeated the process with her other wrist after
which he then took both ends of the rope and circled her slim naked waist with
it. Then back to her tied wrists both ends of the rope came. This time the
ropes ends were tied off to her already tied ropes around her wrists. "There
my lovely one, you are very nicely wrapped up in my favorite body wrap, namely
white nylon rope." Don whispered as he took a short length of rope which he
used to then bind her elbows together behind her back. After which followed
another rope which went around her body, just below her firm naked breasts to
secured her arms tightly against her back. Next came a rope that was tied to
the rope behind Miss Scott's neck which he then ran down to her tied elbows
before he brought it down to her tied wrists and the rope ends that came up
between her legs. Slowly he then pulled the rope tighter and tighter, this
caused the rope wrapped around Miss Scott's naked body to slowly sink into her
naked skin as he continue to tighten it till her finally tied it off around
her wrists. "Beautiful, Simply beautiful!" Don remarked as her rolled her over
on her back once again as he admired how the rope had dug into her skin
causing her firm breasts to stand firmly outward from her chest. Smile Don
then took Miss Scott by her ankles and pulled her by the legs till her legs
where over the side of the bed. After which followed a tightly tied rope
around her ankles and one above her knee caps. Satisfied that Miss Scott was
securely bound hand and foot as he wanted her to be. Don then went over to the
dress and removed a mouth piece penis type gag. In the mouth piece part of the
gag he put some adhesive. After which he then returned where Miss Scott laid
naked and bound on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He
then sat down next to the now awakening Miss Scott and lifted her up into a
sitting position next to him on the bed. Miss Scott's moaned weakly as she
eyes slowly started to open as the sedative quickly wore off. Suddenly, her
eyes open wide in terror as she saw the mouth piece penis gag in the hand
before her face. Before she had a chance to realize what had taken place let
alone attempted to scream. Don had shoved the mouth piece penis gag into her
opened mouth and was securely the strap behind her head. As Don tighten the
straps behind her head it forced her mouth shut as well as forced her teeth to
sink into the adhesive of the mouth piece gag. In least then a few seconds,
much to Miss Scott's horror her mouth had been securely glued together in a
manner that prevent her from making even the slight sound. Miss Scott then
quickly realized that she was totally naked as well as securely bound hand and
foot as all her senses quickly came back to her. She struggled against her
bonds to no avail as Don then whispered into her ear as he fondled one of her
naked firm breasts with his hand. "Hope you don't mine Miss Scott, or should I
say Linda, now that we are, lets say more personal now. After all I now own
you for I have purchased you from the company!" "Purchased from the company?"
Linda said to herself as she then realized what Don meant by that! So that the
reason for the company car, the apartment and being given a list of clients to
visit. They were showing off what they had to offer to their clients. Namely
me!" Before Linda had much time at all to have what had happened to her and
was going to happen to her. She found Don pushing her back down onto her back
on the back as she struggled to no avail against him. Then in a few moments he
had rolled her over on to her face and held her securely down onto the bed as
he tied a rope to her tied ankles. Next she felt her tied ankles being pulled
upward to her tied wrists were he then tied her ankles. Thereby placing her in
a painful hogtied position. For this caused all the other ropes around her
naked body to sink even farther into her naked skin. Which then slowly cut off
her blood circulation in her arms and legs. As she turned her head to look
back at her captor, she found a pair of hand with a blindfold descending
toward her. She shook her head in desperation but the blindfold was quickly
put in place over her eyes as well as securely fastened in place, despite her
efforts. Slowly as she struggled in vain face down on the bed, she slowly lost
all feeling in her legs and arms. How long she remained in this tormenting
hogtied position on the bed Linda had no ideal. All she knew, when he finally
removed the rope that held her in a hogtied position. She experience pain that
she never had before, for as the blood started circulation once again, it felt
as if a million straight pins had been stuck into her body.





Every so slowly, Linda slowly moved her legs outward in a straight position as
her angus and screams of pain remained buried in her throat beneath the mouth
piece gag. Don simply smile as he carefully watched her bound naked body
slowly straighten out on the bed before him. And as Linda slowly manage to
straighten herself out on the bed before him. Don had also been filling up a
hypodermic syringe with a strong sedative. "Time for some sleep my Lovely
one!" Don whispered as he then pinned one of her bond arms down on the bed and
injected the sedative into her arm. Linda winch in pain for a second before
once again going limp in her bonds. "Now my prize lets go down to my dungeon!"
Don whispered as he carefully picked up the bound, gaged and blindfolded
unconscious Linda in his arms like a one would carry a baby. Once Don had her
up in his arms, he took a minute to admire her nude bound body closely before
carrying her out of the bedroom, down the hall way and to the stairs that lead
down into the basement of his manor house. Once in the basement, he then
pressed a hidden button on a large book case. The book case then slowly opened
up to reveal a large windowless room. As Don entered this hidden room with his
unconscious bound prize the hidden book case door closed behind him. Then
carefully Don lowered the nude unconscious and bound Linda down onto a blanket
in the middle of the room. After checking his watch, Don then walked over to
the other side of the room where he had some camera's. He then took one and
set it up so that it faced the wall. Then he went over to the other side of
the room where he had various restraints and ropes. After making his selection
of the items he wanted he then went over to the middle of the room and set up
a pulley and rope from the ceiling that was then connected to a electric winch
which was mounted on the wall nearby. By Linda was coming too, her head was
spinning around in circles from the sedative Don had injected in her arm. She
felt as she had a massive hangover as she felt herself being lifted up onto
her feet. Linda was much to weak to be able to stand on her own. But that
didn't brother Don, for he simply slipped one of his arms around her naked
waist. Then slowly, inch by inch, made her walk on her bound legs as he
supported her till her back was against the cold cinder block wall of the room
facing the camera. Linda heard the clicking sound of the cameras as she stood
there with her back leaning against the cold cinder block wall. In her present
state, she was not completely aware of what was going on or what was happening
as she suddenly felt Don's arm around her waist again. This time, Linda was
walked over to the middle of the room on her bond feet till she was lowered
down into a sitting position on to a chair. She felt her ankles being untied
but she was still too doped up to do much of anything as her ankles were
untied and then retied after something that felt like cloth was wrapped around
each of her ankles. Then after her ankles were tied securely together once
again, she was raised up out of the chair and then slowly lowered down onto
the floor till she was laying on her back on the floor. Next she felt
something being tied around her already bound ankles. "Now up you go my
lovely!" she heard Don whisper as the sound of a small electric motor filled
the room. Slowly, inch by inch, she felt her bound ankles being lifted
upwards. Suddenly she realized what he was doing to her as the effects of the
sedative he had given her wore completely off. But for sure there was little
Linda could do as her bound ankles were raised upward inch by inch pulling the
rest of her body up behind her ankles. In a few minutes, Linda was completely
suspended upside down by her bound ankles. Still blindfolded she could not see
what was going on around her nor even know where she was. "You are going to
love what is coming up Linda!" Don whispered as he then removed the blindfold
from Linda's eyes. Linda's eyes popped wide open in horror as she first looked
at her surroundings as she slowly spinned around before Don in her upside down
suspended position.

"Interesting isn't it Linda, here you are, naked, bound, gag and totally at
my mercy. Plus being new in the city, there is no one that will miss you since
you were staying at one of the company's apartments. And your parents will not
even be concerned about not hearing from you either. For the company had also
done a complete back ground check on you too Linda." Don calmly informed her
as she weakly struggled against her bonds to no avail. "So now it is just you
and me Linda. And in the days and nights to come, I will enjoy making you
forget about your past as I give you a new role in life. A role that you will
learn to accept and live by my beautiful Linda." Don added as Linda hung there
in gaged silence watching in horror as Don filled up a rubber water bag with
what appeared to be a very hot liquid. Slowly tears of fear and pain rolled
down onto her forehead as she watched Don hang the rubber water bag above her
near her bound feet that hung from the ceiling. She moved her head in a
violent manner as she watched Don slowly bring the end of the plastic tube
from the water bag downward toward the middle of her bound legs. Suddenly she
closed her eyes tight as she felt the end of the plastic tube being inserted
into her. She opened her eyes only to see Don reaching upward to where he had
a clamp on the tube beneath the water bag. Suddenly she felt the hot liquid
flow into her, filling her void to overflowing as Don held her still as her
body struggled and trembled with uncontrolled orgasms as the liquid rushed
into her. For certain, if it had not been for that mouth piece penis gag in
her mouth, she would had broken someone's ear drums with her screams of pain
and rapture. But as it was, only the sound of rapid gasping of air could be
heard in the room as Don took the bag into his hand and squeezed every drop of
the liquid into her. Then suddenly as the tube had been inserted into her, Don
had pulled it out of her. This caused her to go wild. Don simply stood there
smiling as the nearby video cameras recorded her every movement. She was now
like a fish on the end of a hook of a fishing line. She trembled, struggled
like a wild animal with out let up, swinging back and forth at the same time
from her tied ankles. "Good my beauty, exhaust yourself completely, I want you
to be exhausted, wore out and spent before I take you to the next step of your
training!" Don proudly remarked as he watched Linda swing before him back and
forth from her bound suspended ankles. Time had lost all meaning to Linda, as
she slowly stopped struggling in her upside down suspended position before
Don. Till, the only movement was that of her body as it hung limp by her
ankles. "Now you are starting to learn that there is nothing that you can do
to stop me Linda from doing as I wish with you. Soon you will submit freely
and willing to what ever I so desire to do you. For then you will have learned
and accepted the fact that you are my slave woman Linda. And it is your
purpose to do whatever I so desire you to do." Don calmly stated as he slowly
lowered Linda back down onto the floor. Don then untied Linda's ankles and
legs before lifting her up onto her feet. He walked her over to a nearby
toilet and permitted her to discharge the liquid from with in her. Then he
slowly walked the now exhausted Linda over to the other side of the room. On
the other side of the room was a large wooden frame laying on the floor. In
the middle of the wooden frame was several cushions. Don then lowered Linda
down onto the cushion into a sitting position at first. Then he pushed her
down onto the cushion till she laid on her back before him with the cushion
centered at the middle of her back. Linda was much to exhausted and spent both
physically and mentally to be able to do much of anything as Don then took
each of her ankles and tied them to each corner of the wooden frame. This
spread her legs to their fullest before him. Linda wanted to stop him, to
break free of what he was doing but she watched helpless to do anything from
being to exhausted as he slowly and tightly tied rope from the ropes around
her naked body to the wooden frame. Several minutes later she was then
securely tied down on top of these cushions between the wooden frame. About
the only movement that was now possible on her part was to raise her head up a
little to look up between her naked breasts at Don who at the other end of the
frame between her spread legs. And in a few minutes, she was not even able to
do that for Don then had fastened a thick leather collar around her neck and
fasted that also to the wooden frame that she now laid securely bound between
on the floor. "There now my beautiful Linda, you are open to my every want and
desire. There is nothing that you can do now to stop me from doing as I please
with you glorious body." Don remarked as Linda looked up toward Don with
pleading tear filled eyes as Don slowly caressed her naked body with his hands
running from her naked breast and down to between her spread legs and back up
again. "Soon Linda, you body and mind, even your very soul will belong to me!"
Don remarked as Linda watched in gaged silence as Don picked up a leather
harness that had several wires and plastic tubes connected to it. On one of
the straps were two penis shaped plugs fastened to it. One was larger and
longer then the other. Each had a wire and a plastic tube connected to it. Don
then slowly lowered it as he moved down below her till she could not see what
he was doing. She felt a leather strap being tightly fastened around her naked
waist. Then his hands between her legs. Next, she felt the plugs being
inserted into her. Her body pulled upward tightly against her bonds as the
plugs were inserted and then tightly strapped into place between her spread
bound legs. Her breaths came in short gasping sounds as her body trembling to
no end in between the wooden frame that held her open and helpless before Don.
She watched in gaged silence as Don fastened the plastic tubes to a small
water pump and the wires to a small black box that was connected to a wall
outlet. "Oh! God No!" She scream beneath the gag she realized what Don was
getting ready to do to her. But her screams of protest remain buried in her
throat as Don then turned toward her smiling. In his hands, were two metal
pieces of metal that was shaped like tits. Each had a small plastic tube and
electric wire connected to it. He then switched on a small electric pump,
which caused a sucking noise to be noticed by Linda that came from the inside
of these metal tit shaped things in his hands. She watched in horror as Don
then slowly brought the two metal tit shape things down onto her tits. The
sucking noise was the noise of the air being pulled upward in the tube
connected to the metal shaped tit things. Which now was held in placed by the
suction on her two tits. It felt as there was two mouths sucking on her tits
as she laid there naked and bound before him trembling to no end as fear and
terror of what he was doing to her ripped thru her body and mine. "There
Linda, I thought you would like to see what I had planned for you before the
next item." Don then remarked as she look up toward him to find him holding a
leather discipline hood in his hand. On the sides of the hood was wires
connected which was connected to a set of ear phones installed on the sides of
the leather hood. "This is custom designed by me Linda, it has a set of ear
phones in it that will permit you to hear only what I want you to hear. It
also has a set of sensor install in it that will monitor your brain waves on
the equipment over there where I have a computer. The computer I have
programed to operated the other devices that I have inserted in you as well as
placed on your tits Linda. Needless to say, you will not remember me telling
you this after a few hours. And in a feel days Linda, you will not even be
able to remember even being here let alone remember you past or even your
name. You will simply be what ever I tell you that you are. Just as you will
do whatever I so desire you to do. And the best part of it Linda, you will be
love doing it, whatever it is that I so want you to do." Don then informed
Linda as she watched in horror as Don lowered the leather hood down onto her
head. Linda trembled her head in protest as best as she could, but it was to
no avail as Don slipped the leather hood over her head. After which, he then
laced the many straps on the leather hood till her head was completely encased
in the leather hood. So tight and soft was the leather hood that features of
Linda's face could be seen clearing beneath the leather hood. Then the leather
hood by means of a strap on the top of it was fastened to the wooded frame to
hold her head securely down. "Well My glorious Linda, shall we begin?" Don
asked in a laughing tone as his eyes carefully examined the naked bound beauty
laying on her back in a arch position with spread legs before him on the
floor. With a flip of a switch, the devices became alive just as Linda became
alive, her body pulled upward and side ways to no avail as the humming of the
plugs inside her filled the room. Linda's naked bound body quickly became
covered with beads of sweat as Don carefully watched the monitor of the
computer and adjusted it. Every now and then a sparking noise filled the room
just as Linda's bound naked body jump upward against the ropes that held her
helpless between the wooden frame. "There Linda, lets start with a 1 minute
orgasm and lets set it so that you be slowly brought up to a orgasm that will
last one full hour without let up with lets say about 10 minutes of rest
between them!" Don whispered to himself as he typed in the program on the key
board of the computer. "And then Linda, lets set it so that then you will have
a 5 hour orgasm without a break when the tape player is turned on. Yes, I
believe that should do it, even being as strong and as healthy ass you are
Linda, I sure that it will give me the results that I want!" "Well, Linda
enjoy yourself, for that is about all I can do now except to wait!" Don
remarked as he watched Linda for a few moments before leaving her in the dark
room alone to meet her faith. It appeared as if something was lifting her
bound nude body upward toward the ceiling pulling the ropes wrapped around
her body deeper into her naked soft skin. But the weight of the wooden frame
and the ropes holding her helpless between frame held her securely down and in
place as simply smiled and left remarking "Beautiful, beautiful simply
beautiful!"

Double Bind



Jack Dempsey sat in the living room with the TV on low, listening to his
pretty wife, Ingrid, rustling and clicking around the bedroom. He thought of
her this morning: a blonde Amazon, pacing beside the bed as if to display
her 5-10, 36-24-36 frame and long leggy stride. For this show, she'd
costumed herself in bra and panties of beige lace sheer enough he didn't
have to use any imagination and a little beige half-slip, so sheer and short
she might as well not have worn it at all. In short, she set his antenna a-
tingle as she had of old, before their marriage got so rocky.

"It's just awful!" she exclaimed, sounding at once bitchy and put-upon.
"It's all dirt and spider webs; and I can't find anything!"

"And you want me to spend my Saturday cleaning it," he said, affably. He
knew a trap when he saw it; and he delighted in letting her spring it on
herself.

"We could play tonight," she said, eyes gone round with innocence and
voice dripping sugar. He returned her innocent stare as if he had no idea
what she was talking about. Still wide-eyed and innocent, she pulled her
cream-colored silk dress over her head; and smoothed it like a glove down
the curves of her body. The dress was sleeveless with tiny pearl buttons at
the shoulders--which was why he'd bought it for her. The silk was almost as
transparent as her underwear. There was just enough substance to the
halfslip that he couldn't see her panties; but he could almost read the
label on her bra. "I suppose there'll be strings attached...." she mumbled,
turning to find her earrings. She'd been grudging in her approval of his
labor; and now he was waiting to see what she'd do about the promised play.
Would she or wouldn't she pay up?

He heard the bedroom door open. His heart rate picked up a little. A waft
of perfume reached his nose. Ah! An auspicious sign. She came striding into
the living room on the click of her black high-heeled sandals. Tapered,
stockinged legs disappeared under the hem of an old, frayed Terry Cloth
robe. Bingo! He'd scored.

"Well," she said, her voice dripping irony. "Are you coming?" Her eyes
were exquisitely made up with false lashes and mascara. He thumbed off the
remote, followed her to the bedroom, and propped himself with pillows on the
bed. Ingrid stood across the room, pulling a gap in the drapes and looking
out as if he weren't even there. Her posture was pure ice. Jack bided the
time. He knew she was fighting down twenty years of "liberation;" and he
gave her plenty of time.

Finally, she heaved a put-upon sigh; and dropped the robe off her
shoulders as she turned to face him. She was magnificent from her frosted
hair to her stocking-covered toes. She wore this morning's outfit. Through
the translucent silk of the dress, beneath the hem of the little half slip,
he could see the strap of a garter-stocking against her jutted hip. Her
nipples had stiffened enough to tent the silk dress and the transparency of
beige lace beneath.

"Is this how you want me?" her voice was haughty with scorn.

"Excellent," he said, reaching into the night stand for his tangle of
ropes and scarves. Her face fell.

He marveled at her sudden shift to disappointment, as if the scarves were
the last thing she expected. Her voice was a plea to soften the hardest
heart: "Do you have to?" she asked.

"Let me see how you'd look if you were tied up," he said. This was the
major turning point. If she didn't comply, it would be whambam, thank-
you-ma'am; but tonight, she was going to comply.

"Jack!" she said. His name was both reproach and plea. Her lower lip
trembled as if she might cry. Little Ingrid had been conned again. Heart
pounding, he arched a quizzical brow. "Oh all RlGHT!!" Her voice was full of
hurt, as if she hadn't expected this at all. Jack didn't care. It had been
three weeks since the last time they "played": and their infrequent sex had
been unsatisfying between. Tonight, he was going to enjoy her.

Slowly, responding to his stare, she brought her hands behind her and
pulled her elbows back as far as she was able. Her soft, wide-spaced breasts
rose as she arched; and he could see the nubs of her nipples slide up the
silk of her dress. A little shudder ran through her as if she felt the
friction. She pouted. "This is uncomfortable," she said.

"You always say that." he said. "Come here." She sauntered to the bed,
her posture making her a little unsteady on her heels; and lay down beside
him, careful to keep her elbows pulled back. "Would a rub make it better?"

"OH YES!!!" She rolled against him, arms flying free of her invisible
bonds and wrapping around him. Jake picked up a scarf, wrapped one slender
wrist, and tied a square knot. "Hey!" she said--playful now. "What about MY
rub?" He wrapped the other wrist. "You know I don't LIKE this!" she was back
to scorn. "Why do you have to do it?" While she was complaining, he tied
ropes to each of the wrists scarves. She never fought or tried to pull her
hand away.

"Roll onto your stomach," he said. Poor little Ingrid. She thought she
knew what was coming; but tonight, he'd planned a major variation, which was
why her compliance was more important than usual. She was expecting to be
spread-eagled face- down for her rub; and didn't so much as moan pointedly
when he tied soft ropes to her trim ankles. Last time he'd had a decent
tie-up, she'd kicked off her high heels before he wanted her to. This time,
he knotted the ropes inside, brought the ends through her insteps, and up
through the loops around her trim ankles.

"You're getting too COMPLEX!" she exclaimed, perhaps sensing that things
were different this time. Now that he had all her strings attached, he
caught the ropes tied to the scarves that bound her wrists and, pulling her
hands behind her back, tied them together. "THIS ISN'T A BACK RUB!!" Her
exclamation carried a tone he'd never heard before: as if she realized the
"game" was changed and there was nothing she could DO about it.

Keeping the ropes in his hands as a tether, he got off the bed and pulled
her up. The ropes pulling her bound wrists up behind made it awkward for her
to get up; but she squirmed around on the bed, got her legs under her, and
climbed off beside him. In an instant, he did the buttons at her slender
shoulders; and let the silk dress drop. Ingrid laughed a tight, nervous
little laugh. "Am I in trouble?" she asked, lifting her arms behind to let
the dress slide off her body. He brought the ends of the rope from her bound
hands between her legs, on either side of her plump pussy and over her sleek
hips, pulled them to cross in the small of her back, around front again to
pin her shoulders back, and a knot behind her neck.

All the while, she complained in a pitiful voice: "Jack, what are you
doing. DON'T you DARE!!! Ouch! That hurts!" As a final refinement, he tied
another rope to pull the shoulder ropes toward each other in front, brought
it deadcenter through her pussy and tied it off to her wrists. "JACK," she
screeched. "LET ME LOOSE! THIS INSTANT!!!" Ropes trailed from her ankles as
he guided her to the door. Ingred balked; but, helpless as she was, there
wasn't much she could do. "Don't you DARE take me out in the house like
this." Her voice was low, as if she were trying to sound more reasonable
than hysterical--which latter state she had very nearly reached. "If anyone
sees me TIED UP like this, I'll divorce you so fast..."

Holding her struggling shoulders, he propelled her down the hall. As they
reached the living room, she threw herself back against him and set her
feet, stocking-clad legs spread, heels squeaking against the hardwood. "I
Mean it!" The living room was all shadow. There was no one on the street. No
doubt sensing that he was taking her to the den, she tried to run as soon as
she realized there was no one to see her. Watching he was pure joy. The
ropes across her shoulders dug into her collar bones, making her arch her
back. The rope through her pussy made her double forward as if to
de-emphasize her swelling breasts; but the arch in her back thrust them
forward. The little halfslip was pulled up in front and back, but fluttered
delightfully at her hips.

Jack caught the ropes where they crossed in the small of her back; and
held her so she had to drag him across the room. She moved almost in a
swoon, stumbling as if her legs were weak and whimpering as if moving were
agony. The den was split level: hardwood deck coming in, then a pit of soft
carpet around the fireplace. The railing was set in from the edge of the
deck several feet. Jack forced her, struggling body along the edge, spread
her feet, and secured them with the ropes to the railing.

She was pleading with him now, near tears: "JACK! DON'T! PLEASE DON'T!"
He loosed the body harness and spread her arms above her to eye bolts. Then,
to keep her thinking about what their games were for, he tied a rope around
her waist, brought the tail through the crease in her panties and the front
of her half-slip, which was still pulled into her pussy, brought it up
between the cheeks of her delicious ass, tied it off to the eye bolt above
her head, and stepped into the den. She stood there, looking from her bound
wrists to her roped pussy and spread ankles, as if trying to comprehend. She
moaned to herself, as if he wasn't even in the room with her and she was
contemplating what he had done. Which wasn't a bad idea, he thought.

He went to the kitchen; and poured himself a glass of wine. He didn't
have time to sit down before her almost-hysterical voice reached him:
"Jack!!" He smiled to himself and sipped the wine. "Jack!!!" she cried--more
insistent this time. He ambled back into the living room. Through the angle
of the door, he could see her body, fighting the spread-eagle. There was
enough slack that her elbows were bent, not quite at a right angle; and she
twisted this way and that, pulling with her arms and lifting one foot after
the other as if she might shake her ankles free. He approached along the
wall so she didn't see him until he stepped into the room--and she was
looking, straining to turn her head so she could see behind her. " GET ME
DOWN FROM HERE!!" she demanded.

He approached her from behind; and held the glass around to her mouth,
putting his other hand on her soft belly where the rope pulled tight against
the half slip and panties. "Sip of wine?" he asked.

"FIRST get me down." She recoiled from the glass.

"Better get it while you can," he said, his voice even more stern than
he'd intended. She gave a little start. Her eyes whirled around to look into
his with wide-eyed terror, then she craned her neck forward and put her lips
to the edge of the glass. He tipped it; and she drank several good swallows,
as if fortifying herself for the battle to come. She was going to lose, of
course. If this wasn't obvious by now, she was stupid; and she was not a
stupid woman. Hell, she was probably smarter than he was except that, this
time, she'd smarted herself to the end of her rope, so to speak.

"What are you.... " (voice back to the little-girl trying to keep the
game under control, trying to pretend she had actually allowed this much of
it to happen to her.) " ... doing.... " He gave the rope through her slip,
panties, and pussy a slight tweak. "...to ME!!!" she squealed. The eyes she
turned to him were both hot and terrified. All her phony innocence was gone
now.

Jack scissored over the railing; and stepped down into the den. His face
came to about where her ribs divided. Without ceremony, he gripped her right
breast, took a sip of wine, fastened his mouth over her nipple and let the
wine soak into the lacy bra. He got a nice spot of wine on her left nipple
before she jerked angrily away from him, squealing at the friction of the
rope through her pussy caused by the maneuver. He put the wine glass on the
ledge in front of her; and stepped back for a good view. The beige bra was
plastered to her nipples, completely transparent where the wine stains
spread across the material. Her areola, which had been flaccid around her
rigid nipples, tightened to knotted cones and her nipples pushed--
uncomfortably, he thought--against the wet material. Her face was strained
from the shock of what he had done; and as she regained her equilibrium, her
expression turned to fury.

"If you don't UNTIE ME right now, I'm going to SCREAM," she said.

He shrugged. "Go ahead." The den was in the center of the house. He'd
barely heard her in the kitchen.

She stared at him, wide-eyed with disbelief, threw back her head and let
out a shriek of anguish that shivered the walls; and it was as if that one
release of genuine emotion triggered an avalanche. She burst into agonized
writhings against the ropes, pulling determinedly at her bound ankles,
jerking furiously with her arms, twisting, struggling as if her life
depended on her getting free, and shrieking bloody murder. Her breasts
jiggled and swayed. Her hips pumped and ground on the rope in her pussy.
Jack didn't know how she could stand the movement of the rope through her
pussy; and, indeed, she couldn't. In less than a minute, she exhausted
herself and broke down crying. He let her stand there, straining with her
arms to pull herself off the pussy-rope, tears running down her cheeks to
splash onto the wine- stained bra. The little minx still had some control.
Her bawling subsided to sobs in seconds; and she looked at him through eyes
whose innocence couldn't mask her despair.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she wailed.

"Tom," he said.

The name brought her up cold. She froze, her face a mask of shocked
terror. Either she was a consummate actress, or she hadn't known he knew.

Her voice trembled. "What about Tom?" she asked.

"As long as you're having your affair with him, our games are going to
get more radical. And more frequent."

Her lips pursed with determination. She gave one last, desperate jerk at
the ropes that held her arms, then broke down completely, sagging against
the pussy rope, and sobbing pitifully.

Jack took her then, leaping onto the stage, slicing the pussy rope with
his pocket knife, flinging the knife across the room, jerking her panties
aside, and dropping his sweat pants all in one fevered move. Ingrid's eyes
widened when she saw his cock, hard above the band of his jock strap--in
their idyllic youth, jock straps had turned her on; but he didn't give her
time to enjoy it. His cock was harder than it had ever been as he drove
himself into her. She jerked, recoiling from the impact of his entry, then
she went all soft, squirming against him as her sobs turned to moans of
passion.

He drove into her again and again, talking to her all the while: "It's
going...." " ... to get...." "worse!" "A lot...." " . . . worse!" Her moans
turned squeals and her squeals, to cries. She humped, she wriggled. She was
actually panting. He could feel her juices running down his scrotum. IT HAD
WORKED! She was hotter than she'd ever been; and as he realized that, he
blew like the top coming off St. Helen's. He couldn't be sure; but he
thought she came with him. He would have sworn he felt the spasms of her
orgasm as he burst into her. Afterward, she hung. limp in her bonds, staring
at him through glazed, frightened eyes.

"My feet hurt," she complained. Her voice wasn't quite a whimper. "It's
no fair, tying my heels on." When he untied her, she flowed onto the ledge
like water and lay there, completely compliant while he tied her hands
behind her with a scarf. She didn't even bitch when he took her to bed that
way; and for the first time in her life, she fell asleep with her hands tied
behind her back. In the morning, he woke to, "Wake up and let me GO!!"; and
he knew no permanent changes had been made. "UNTIE ME right now, or I'm
calling my LAWYER!!" She bitched all through breakfast; and afterward, he
went out to mow the lawn just to get away from her. She'd never divorce him.
She liked the money too well; and there was the prenuptial agreement.... She
was spending a lot; and getting bitchier by the day. He really ought to be
the one doing the divorcing; but after a night like last night, how could he?

Bound Ambition



Another Saturday night in La-la-land. By some fluke, I had managed to
find out the location of this week's super-secret floating nightclub, a
three-month phenomenon called Hari Scari where the rich and terminally
trendy residents of Hollywood gathered in some half-finished parking garage
to drink $10 drinks and pretend to be worried about the cops. Where the hip
meet to get ripped. I usually hate this kind of behaviour, but I didn't want
to disappoint my friend who had done the actual legwork to wrangle the
invite, and at least I could say I'd been. Once.

So there I was, sipping a watery beer (only $7), my friend long since
departed for greener contact and can-I-use-you-as-a-reference new best pals.
The music all sounded the same... big drums, bigger bass lines, too much
chanting and no melody.. . but that didn't keep the dance floor from
resembling a snake pit, dozens of under-dressed wannabes and actor/waiters
writhing in apparent bliss. I'm not much on today's pop music, being old
enough to remember Elvis and not think of Costello first. Still, it was
great fun, and more than a little exciting, to watch the glamour kids strut
their stuff, contorting into positions that made "Dirty Dancing" look like a
waltz lesson.

One blond in particular was gyrating like crazy, carving out her own real
estate on the dance floor as she kicked and twirled in perfect time to the
beat. Men drifted in and out as her partner, but she ignored her would-be
suitors, performing only for herself. She was wearing a white-lace bustier,
torn jeans, sneakers and sunglasses. Nothing special, but captivating in its
simplicity and who-needs-props bravado. This is one confident woman, I
thought. I'll bet she's a handful. Not that I wouldn't mind finding out, I
laughed. She must have seen me smile, because a minute later, she was
standing next to me, mascara dripping and mouth complaining about the heat,
the useless drinks, the lack of interesting men, and how uncomfortable her
chest was in her corset. I tried my best to be attentive. but I couldn't
help being utterly charmed by her boisterous spirit. What did I do right?
Suddenly, she was pulling my arm, insisting I accompany her to her car so
she could get more cigarettes. I glanced around for my friend, shrugged when
I didn't see him, and offered my elbow to Blondie as we stepped lively
through the crowd.

People stared at us as if we were royalty. Maybe she's a famous model, I
decided as she dragged me through the throng. When we reached the curb, she
pulled a whistle from the hip pocket of her jeans and blasted three short
tweets. In seconds, a long white limousine pulled up to us, the back door
opening as if controlled by her brainwaves. "Get in," she ordered. "We need
a real drink. James, let's go home." Too much, I thought. Hollywood at its
weirdest. And I didn't even know her name. She looked slightly stunned when
I asked her, as if I was supposed to recognize every self-possessed theatre
major in Los Angeles. "You can call me Lucille. And you are..." I paused for
a second. "Call me Ishmael," I said with a grin. "Ishmael? Are you a rabbi?
Or just a big Warren Beatty fan?" "That was Ishtar." "Yeah, yeah, you're
right. I should know..."

She absently played with the huge silver crucifix that hung between her
breasts. "Anyway, like, what were you doing at Hari Scari? You don't look
like you play bass for a heavy metal band, and I'm sure you're not an actor
or a screenwriter or even a go-for on the set of a soap opera." "How do you
know I'm not the head of Warner Brothers?" I asked indignantly. "Because he
would know better than to get into my limo at two a.m. on a Saturday night.
You really don't know who I am?" "You're a very attractive woman who must be
doing something right to be able to afford a trained car."

"Quite right." She wrestled with a bottle of champagne, bending forward
to leave very little to my now-activated imagination. As she poured our
drinks, she started a running commentary about the weather, the people she
saw on the street, and her "crummy" schedule that never left her any time to
have any fun on her own. She pressed a button on her armrest and smoked
glass rose to seal off the passenger compartment from the driver. "My
boyfriend, he's a great guy and all," she whispered conspiratorially, "but
he's kinda dull when it comes to thrills. I like to dance. And I like to
pretend I'm someone else. Fantasy... it's a great release." She took a big
gulp of bubbly. "Do you like to play games?"

"Sure," I replied. "World-class Twister grand master at your service."
Heck, it was worth a try. "Of course, it isn't a real game unless you bet. I
prefer gambling for clothes." She giggled.

"I had something even more, uh, titillating in mind." The glass lowered
as the limo slowed down. "James, park it in the garage, will you?"

We pulled into a darkened Hollywood Hills driveway that led to your
standard-issue grandiose palace with acres of lawn and the requisite
pillars. She led me through the kitchen into the living room, then pointed
to a couch and beckoned me to sit. As I did, she refilled my glass and moved
to a doorway, covering herself in deep shadows. James vanished upstairs. "I
have a favor to ask," she started. "I have what my boyfriend calls a fetish.
He thinks I'm kinda nuts, but what the heck, he likes Beer Nuts for
breakfast. I like something a bit different." She paused. I listened
quietly, trying not to look too stunned. I was getting the idea that this
was no ordinary one-night-stand. For one, the house. For another, her
candor. Finally, I was starting to remember why she looked familiar. She
turned away. Embarrassed? "I don't do this too often. Most guys couldn't
handle it. But you... you seem to be the kind of calm, rational man who
knows how to keep his cool. I like that. I also like what I see under your
shirt." Well, thank you, uh, Lucille. I ralsed my eyebrows to prove I was
still conscious, but kept silent. "Anyway, here's the deal. Have you ever
played Cowboys and Indians?"

Huh? "Sure, I guess. When I was a kid."

"Did the winners get to tie up the losers?"

"I think so... yeah, they'd get tied to the anthill or something."

"Good..." She took a breath. "I still like playing tie-up. But my
boyfriend thinks it's dumb. So I was wondering... would you like to tie me
up tonight?" I stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. Who me? OK,
where's the "Totally Hidden Video" camera crew? This was getting to be much
too much, too soon. "I know it sounds crazy, and we just met tonight, but
I'm serious. My favorite fantasy is pretending to be captured by a complete
stranger, bound and gagged. And you're the lucky Master tonight." The idea
had merit, I decided as I watched her stretch elegantly against the door
frame.

"But I've never... I mean, I'm not really that..."

"What's the matter? Don'tcha like a little hanky-panky every once in a
while?" Her boyfriend's right. She is nuts. But I like that in a woman.

"Let's do it to it." She laughed.

"That's the spirit. Okay, I'm going to get ready. While you wait, you may
want to take a look at some of the magazines in the cabinet under the coffee
table. Inspiratlon, then perspiration. Seeya." She blew me a kiss and ran up
the stairs. This was definitely a night for the record books.

I grabbed the first magazine on the stack, and found myself staring at a
beautiful brunette strapped to a chair with enough rope to handle a rodeo.
Flipping the pages, I started thinking what was waiting upstairs. While half
of me said this was an elaborate practical joke, the other half was
concocting erotic scenarios involving the luscious Lucille and her half-mad
fantasies. I wondered what had happened to my friend at Hari Scari, then
chuckled when I pictured him alone in his apartment, praying there was
something decent on cable.

After 15 minutes or so, she called out from upstairs. I'm almost ready.
But first, I want you to change into something more appropriate. You'll find
your costume in the bathroom at the top of the stairs." More giggles. This
just keeps getting sillier, I thought as I strode up the stairs. Now what,
beads and feathers? When I opened the door to the bathroom, I couldn't help
whistling in appreciation. Hanging on the shower curtain rod was a pair of
intimidating black leather pants and matching tank top. On the floor stood a
pair of well-heeled boots. A note was taped to the mirror: "You can do
anything you want," it read, "but remember, pain is only pleasurable in very
small doses. Also, my boyfriend will be watching in the next room, so don't
try anything funny. L." I was a little surprised by the last sentence, but
then I figured it was better to be seen than sorry. Was "James" actually her
boyfriend?

Well, if it didn't bother them, I wasn't going to let it bother me. As I
squeezed into my biker togs, I couldn't lhelp feeling more than a little
nervous, and horribly horny besides. What was I getting myself into, both
figuratively and literally? When I was dressed, I checked the results in a
full-length mirror. I'm not exactly vain, but I did look good. All those
nights at the gym finally paid off. "Off to the races," I said to my
reflection. I poked by head into the hall and saw a partially-open door at
the opposite end, a faint, flickering light beckoning to me. I started down
the corridor, half expecting to hear her laugh. A shadow danced across the
wall from the open door. I knocked, then peered around to see what fate
awaited me.

She was standing in the middle of the room. To one side was a queen-sized
bed surrounded by four sturdy posts holding an empty canopy frame. Behind
her was a heavy oak chair. One wall was covered with coils of rope, leather
straps and various accessories. Long white candles burned in ornate
enclosures hung on the other walls. I slowly closed the door as I studied my
evening's partner. She was dressed in matching black leather, a miniskirt
hugging her ample lower torso and a wicked-looking corset covered with
zippers and straps holding tight to her chest and stomach. She wore fishnet
stockings under thigh-high black boots with outrageous stiletto heels. In
all, quite a stunning package. Of course, the effect was definitely
heightened by the handcuffs holding her wrists securely behind her back.

"I'm yours," she cooed. "Your very own Mohican princess to do with as you
please." I had no idea what to do next.

"You'll have to forgive my naivete. Am I supposed to whip you now? Force
you to have sex? And where's this chauffeur anyway?" Not an auspicious
kickoff. She started talking before I could finish my speech.

"No whips, just spanking. I'll let you know if I want sex. And James is
probably asleep in the next room. Look, this isn't supposed to be
complicated. Check out the stuff on the wall. Use your imagination." Okay.
Imagination. I moved to the wall and started examining the various
restraints hanging there. I unhooked a long leather strap and held it around
my waist like a belt. Giggles again. "Why don'tcha strap me to the chair?"
she purred. Why not indeed. Showtime. I grabbed all the straps I saw and
gave her what I presumed was a lecherous grin. She fluttered her long
eyelashes and sauntered over to the chair, perching herself daintily on its
seat.

"The key to the handcuffs is around my neck." I took that to be the
starting gun. I reached between her heaving cleavage and lifted the chain
around her neck. After removing the cuffs, I placed her wrists on the arms
of the chair and started wrapping. "Make sure they're tight," she whispered
hoarsely. Right. Must be authentic. I finished her wrists, then secured her
ankles to the legs of the chair. She moaned softly.

"More."

"More what?" She gestured at the pile of straps. Oh.

I took a step back and thought of the first picture I had seen
downstairs. The woman's body had been practically invisible under the cords.
Smiling, I picked up a long strap and circled it around the middle of her
ieft thigh. Pulling the slack, I ran the strap under the chair and around
her right thigh, then back under. I repeated the procedure on her arms,
pinning her to the back of the chair. I used the last long strap around her
waist, and wondered what I should do next. The answer came quickly.

"Good," she said, possibly to herself. "There's lots more toys to play
with." "So there are," I muttered, feeling a bit overwhelmed. I strolled
over to the wall and randomly selected a short leather strap with a bright
red ball in the middle. I twirled it in my hands, trying not to look like a
complete amateur. I decided it must be for her mouth. "There's a blindfold
over to the ieft. Put them on me, then get the box under the bed, open it,
and... how did you put it? 'Do it to it.'" She closed her eyes expectantly.

"How in the world did I get here?" I almost said aloud. I was about to
stuff a ball into the alluring mouth of a gorgeous female who I'd tied to a
chair per her instructions. Who's the boss here anyway? I found the
blindfold and decided it was time to stop stalling and start getting into
the spirit of the moment. "I think I've heard just about enough from you for
now." She looked up with a smile, opened her mouth and closed her eyes
again. The blindfold and the gag soon decorated her head. She began
breathing hard, her limbs tense and her fingers curled around the corners of
the chair. I admired her for a minute, and remembered the box under the bed.
Interesting. Some feathers. A bottle of oil. And about eight inches of black
plastic that looks just like... got it. A vibrator.

I looked back at Lucille and decided she might like a little tender
loving tickling. I twisted the bottom of the prod and a low humming filled
the silence of the surreal boudoir. She squirmed against her restraints, but
having been applied according to her specifications, the straps held her
firmly to the chair. Quiet as a cat, I moved behind her and caressed her
neck with the vibrator. Her head snapped back and then rolled sideways as I
softly rubbed her shoulders and her upper arms. I reached around and made
lazy circles with the tip on her stomach. She groaned with pleasure behind
her gag, and tried to arch her back, thrusting her breasts forward in hopes
of receiving the same ministrations that were turning her tummy into jelly.

"Hmmm. Not so fast." I eyed the gleaming zippers covering her ample
bosom. "Let's see what you're hiding behind your pretty armor." I set the
vibrator on the floor, but a better idea sprang to mind. "Mustn't waste
electricity," I said as I worked the buzzing machine between her legs so she
was sitting on it. Her entire body began to quiver as I carefully pulled
down the zipper holding her right breast behind the leather skin. Most
impressive, I thought, as I gently kneaded under, over and around. I took
her nipple between by thumb and forefinger and tugged it forward, exposing
the rest of her gleaming-white globe against the black folds of the corset.
Her left breast was given the same treatment, only I slowed to a
hallucinogenic pace to prolong the sensation for both of us. I found myself
hypnotized by the effects of make-believe domination, fading in and out
while I lightly stroked and flicked her nipples. Faint, high-pitched squeals
from behind the gag accompanied my every motion.

I got it! Do it to it.

I knelt down, retrieved the vibrator from under her twitching bottom, and
began to run it up and down her upper legs above the tops of her fishnets.
Every once in a while, I would brush it against her crotch, causing galvanic
tremors and groans. I pushed her miniskirt up to her waist, exposing a
leather triangle and two tiny straps trailing off around her hips. A thin
film of sweat gave her limbs a sheen that made her look like she was made of
marble. I inched the vibrator closer to the intersection of her thlgh
sketching erotic designs across the tense skin surrounding her pulsing
folds. Finally, I started concentrating my efforts on the lower corner of
the triangle, pressing the vibrator harder and harder against the leather.
She bucked in the chair as I increased the speed of my strokes, straining to
cry out behind the ball filling her mouth. Sensing imminent meltdown, I
began running the vibrator up and down her erect nipples. A low sigh
signalled her disappointment with my new direction.

"Are you always in such a rush?" More squirming. "Well, I think I need a
little break." I reached down and pulled up the top of her G-string. "But
don't worry, you won't miss me." I slid the vibrator over her blonde mound
and lodged it deeply into her folds. She began panting as I casually twisted
the speed control to its overdrive position. "See you in a sec," I said as I
opened the door, closed it, and stood by the door watching. I was breathing
almost as hard as she was, my manhood straining against the sleek black skin
of my pants. I resisted the urge to prowl around the room, peek into a few
drawers and try to determine the true identity of my new lady love. Her
boyfriend probably wouldn't like the idea. Besides, things were plenty
interesting as it was. Judging from the torrid shakes and quakes coming from
the chair, my voluntary subject was deep in an orgasmic state of bliss. Her
boyfriend must be a real moron, I thought as I watched her rock in throes of
ecstacy. I could definitely learn to enjoy this. Then again, I realized,
maybe he is, too.

After a few minutes, I walked over to my bound beauty, plucked the
vibrator from her crotch and let her cool down while I looked for more
goodies on the wall. While I was downstairs, I had taken another glance at
the bondage magazine, and decided that she might look ravishing
spread-eagled to the bedposts. I found some thick leather cuffs lined with
padding, and figured some rope would work better then the straps now binding
my pretty prisoner. I started unbuckling Lucille from the chair, making sure
to put her wrisis back into the discarded handcuffs. The ball gag and
blindfold continued to block her sense of sight and speech. When her legs
were free, I slowly pulled off her boots and helped her stand up. She swayed
seductively as my hands covered her body, unsnapping and unzipping and
unveiling her plush features as her corset, stockings and finally her
g-string fell to the floor. She shivered in her total exposure, her manacled
hands following mine across her torso and between her legs. I led her to the
bed, and lay her down on the satin sheets. She stretched like a giant cat,
then settled in and put her arms over her head. She's done this before, I
said to myself. I wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, then
started tying them to the four posts at the ends of the bed. Careful not to
stretch her too tightly, I knotted the strands with a flourish and reached
down to find the feathers in the box.

"Ever been tickled into an orgasm?" I whispered into her ear, receiving a
satisfactory wiggle in response. "First, we have to find the best places," I
said as I moved to the foot of the bed, her bare feet twisting and turning
in their current state of confinement. "We'll work our way up. shall we?" I
asked as I lightly brushed her soles with the tip of the feathers. Had she
not been tied down, the resulting jolt would have snapped the slats under
the mattress. "I see we're a little sensitive there. Good." I grinned. "Now
let's check your knees." More spasms. "Gee, you're pretty ticklish. I'll bet
the rest of you is equally excitable. Let's find out."

For the next half-hour or so, the feathers teased and tormented her feet,
knees, inner thighs, stomach, breasts, underarms and pubic hairs. As she
writhed in delicious agony, I began to take pity on her flaming nerve
endings. "You seem a little warm," I grinned. "Time to cool down." I picked
up my now-empty drink, pulled out a melting ice cube, and began to massage
her breasts with it. Her body went rigid as the freezing drops reacted with
the beads of sweat and rolled down her side. Muffled words came out from
behind the rubber ball separating her teeth. Curious, I reached under her
head and unstrapped the gag.

"Spank me, then make love to me," she said in a husky voice that barely
oozed from her lips. She opened her mouth wide, obviously in anticipation of
the ball. I replaced the rubber ball between her teeth, then set about to
accomplish her latest mission. I untied her anldes from the posts, then
lashed them together with the slack. I used more rope above and below her
knees and around her thighs just beneath her curvaceous bottom. I looped a
strand between her feet, then stood up on the bed and attached the slack to
the canopy frame directly overhead. Her shapely legs were squeezed together
and stretched up straight overhead, her body a perfect L. Her exposed cheeks
stuck out enticingly, but first I figured some mole feather dusting was in
order. When I was satisfied she was ready, I cocked my arm and swatted her
bottom with a gentle spank. This is it, I heard myself think. The high point
of your sex life. Better make it last. So I alternated my strokes with more
tickling and even a few licks with my tongue up and down her legs. I thought
50 was a nice round number to match her nice round...

I could sense she was seconds away from another brain-boiling orgasm, so I
gave her a final slap and ran out of the room.

I found what I needed in the bathroom, quickly returned and let her legs
down from the frame. I shed my pants in a flash, put on the condom, pushed
her legs back, and entered her. Her cries of pleasure were only partially
muffled by the gag. I felt her shudder violently as all her pent-up
anticipation virtually exploded in her Fourth-of-July climax. Seconds later,
I joined her. We both lay on the bed for several moments, the silence
punctuated only by our deep gasps.

After recovering, I languidly toyed with the bonds, slowly releasing her
while kissing her from head to toes. When I removed the gag and blindfold,
she reached around and gave me a hug that felt like a wrestling hold. "That
was perfect," she fluttered. We snuggled for a minute, then she rolled onto
one side, propped her head up on her hand and smiled. "Look, I'd love you to
make me breakfast tomorrow morning, but my boyfriend may disapprove. Once
you've changed, knock on the next door and tell him you're ready to go home.
He'll drop you off anywhere you want." I must have looked profoundly
uncomfortable with that concept. "Don't worry, my big strong invader. He
probably enjoyed our little show as much as we did." I felt my overwhelmung
sense of lust diminish to a pleasant throb.

"Well, it was... great," I said shakily. "Actually, it was unbelievable.
I'll spare you a lot of When-can-l-see-you-again? questions, since I'm
pretty sure I can't, or won't."

"Darn. I like to hear men beg. Besides, don't be such a pessimist. Come
to Hari Scari next week. Better yet, I'll have James pick you up. At the
club, don't let on that you know me... in fact. ignore me. I'll let you know
what I want to do."

"Sounds... great. No, more than great. Sounds positively wonderful." I
felt a huge grin break over my face.

"Mum's the word."

"Your secret is safe with me, dear lady " I rose to leave. "Well, Thank
You doesn't quite cover it, but neither does You're Welcome. See you in the
movies."

"That's the idea," she laughed.