Electro Play

It's near the end of what seemed like a very long work day, much longer than
normal.  As I stare at the phone, wanting to call you, to hear the sound of
your voice, I know that there is no way that you can answer that phone call
even if you wanted to.  By now, my grand experiment, the afternoon of teasing
and sweet torment for you and our evening of play as Master and sub, would
already have begun.  As I look at the clock on my desk, a grin starts to grow
on my face.  By now, you are probably ready and waiting for me.

I remember how it began.

                    +++++++++++++++++++++++++++

We had just finished one of our evening sessions of bondage, teasing,
torment, and, yes, satisfaction.  I had fallen asleep; when I awoke, you were
still snuggled in my arms.  As I slowly opened my eyes and looked down, I saw
you, looking back up at me.  Those eyes of yours, now wide open, were speaking
to me when nothing else could.  Your  tender lips were still wrapped around
that white ballgag; the rubber ball, deep inside your mouth, held in place by
the white leather strap fastened at the nape of your neck.  The only sound
coming from behind that ball is the soft sound of moaning.  I love that sound;
it says so much more than a dictionary of words could ever say. 

Feeling your firm breasts pressing against me, I remember, with a chuckle, that
there is nothing else that you can do.  Your arms are still tied tightly, your
wrists bound palm to palm and your elbows tied, touching.  The effect of
tying your elbows, making you thrust those tender breasts forward, has always
excited me. And it always will.

At least I had remembered, before our playtime, to untie your ankles.  I had
to; the way you were tied when I came into the room, your ankles tied to your
thighs in a lotus position, and your body, your head, bent forward, I had two
choices.  One was to rest you on your back, with your legs lifted into the air,
and to take you that way.  The other choice, the one I preferred and the that
one I chose, was to untie the rope around your ankles,  slowly and gently
remove that pesky little vibrator that had been doing its work between your
legs, and to take your body and your mind to new heights.  Quick work with the
old trusty pocket knife removed the ropes.  The rest of the rope, holding your
arms, and your elbows, tightly together, and that ballgag, stuffed deep inside
your mouth, would have to wait until later.

Untying your legs had permitted you, later as we slept, to rest your left leg,
and your thigh, across my midsection.  As I continued to slowly awaken from
that pleasant sleep, I could still feel the moistness between your legs.  A
soft, mischevious laugh would escape from my lips, as I remembered that it
takes only a little encouragement from me to get that soft little motor of
yours running again.  I remember you once saying that all it takes is only two
words from me, those two words, to melt the infamous Ice Lady into puddles. 
But that's a different story.

Looking down, into your eyes, I hear myself saying, "hello, my love." Your
response is that warm, soft humming sound and your body snuggling even closer
to mine.  I can feel your nipples, once again springing  to life and regaining
their hardness, pressing against my body. My left hand is wrapped around you,
holding you, my sweet lady, gently cradling your body next to mine, feeling the
warmth of your soft skin.  I gently, and slowly, slide my right hand up and
down your body, from your side, down to your thigh, that soft, lucious thigh
that still rests across my body.  I know that we could do it again, to once
again reach that state of nirvana for both of us.  But the grin on my face
fades as I remember that I must leave.  Yet again, that soft laugh, this time
perhaps even more mischevious, escapes from my lips as I think about that the
plans that I have for you.

"My sweet little one", I say, while looking deeply into your eyes, "I have made
a new toy
for you to play with.  But it again involves my friend.  He will be back, and
you are to do whatever he says.  He did not hurt you the last time, he will not
hurt you this time."

As I continue to look down into your eyes, I know you remember his sudden
appearance.  In his hands he had carried a handwritten note from me,
instructing you to follow his orders.  You did so, which meant that you ended
up bound, gagged, and
sitting on the bed, your hands tied security behind you, your feet tied in a
lotus position, and between your legs that dildo vibrator.  Working on a timer,
the vibrator kept you aroused.  But the timer did not let you reach that point
of satisfaction that you sought.
That would have to wait, and did wait, until moments after I walked through
the door, several hours later.  By then, your tender little butt was almost
continually bouncing up and down on the bed, as you tried to achieve your
orgasm. You never could, however, not until I freed your legs, removed the
vibrator, and began our evening of more teasing and, finally, satisfaction.

                    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The knock on the door must have startled you.  Or maybe it was his
reappearance at the front door of your apartment.  He said that the look on
your face, when you opened the door, was like a doe, crossing the road, but
caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.  Not fear, he said, but more of
realizing that something
was coming and that there was nothing you could do, short of disappointing
me, that would stop it.  And you and I both know that you would never
disappoint me.

As he walked through the open doorway and closed the door behind him, his first
instruction were very simple:

"Remove all of your clothes."

Today it would not matter what you were wearing when he arrived, for you would
wear nothing at all as the game began.  You were to be naked, save for some
ropes, when you greeted me later that day.  Save also for my toy, my creation
for you.

He told me that you had gone to the bedroom, removed all of your clothes, and
then slowly walked back into the main room.  I could see you doing that, as
he described it to me.  I could also see your proud breasts, pointing at him,
but
wanting only to be touched by me.  You are always proud of your beautiful body,
even more proud when you give it as a gift to me, my love.

His words were, again, short and to the point.

"Turn and face away from me."

He would then take hold of your hands, your wrists, slowly pull them behind
you, palm to palm, and tie them securely.  Another rope would go around your
elbows, drawing them closer and closer, until they nearly touched.  What would
follow would be your reaction, the reaction that I love, to the elbow
bondage---your breasts, now lifted even higher and pointing forward even more
proudly, and your nipples beginning to harden, anxiously awaiting your Master's
touch.
 
The gag this time would be a black leather panel gag, with several leather
straps that would fasten around your face, much like a headharness.  My
favorite toy for you, the red rubber ball, would still be there, this time
securely fastened inside the leather panel and filling your mouth.  The panel,
along with the rubber ball, would reduce to almost a non existent level any
noises from within your mouth.

Your ankles would be tethered to a short metal rod, not unlike a spreader bar
but little more than a foot in lenth. At each end of the rod was a leather
strap to gently, but firmly, hold those sweet ankles in place.

At this point, your expected normal reaction would be fear---fear of being
tightly bound, gagged and totally helpless while exposed to the hands of
someone other than your Master.  But my words that were given to you, both this
time and before, had to have given you the inner peace that you should have, my
sweet lady.  And that rapid pace of your breathing, your breath, moving rapidly
in and out of your nostrils, was not due to fear; rather, it was due to the
building excitement inside you, the excitement that envelops your soft, sweet
body every time you are bound and gagged by your Master.

I am sure that when he started to walk out the door, after completing that task
of securely binding and gagging you, you must have thought that his work was
done and that all you had to do was wait until my arrival.  But that thought
would disappear as he would say:

"I will be back for the second part." 

Knowing you as I do, I am sure that you once again tested your bonds.  You
pride yourself at being feisty (that phrase of mine, which perhaps describes
why I like you that way...."if I want a doormat, I will go to K-Mart to buy
one").  But you would find that the wrist, elbow and ankle bonds were tight and
unforgiving.  And the gag, strapped as it was tightly around your head, was not
coming off without help.  I would also bet----a safe bet---that you would try
to stomp your feet in frustration, but find that the spreader bar restricted
even that slight movement.  If the truth were to be known, it would be that I
love that reaction, the stomping of your feet with the frustrated squealing
sound from behind the ballgag, and the look in your eyes that would say to me
that "Master, this is not fair, tying me this way."  Had I been there to watch
that reaction, I would have, with a soft laugh, reminded you that the word
"fair" seems to have been excluded from the dom dictionary.

He said you jumped a little, startled, as the front door to your apartment
again opened.  While he was out of the apartment for that moment, you had
managed to turn around,  to once again face the door.  I don't know whether you
jumped because you thought it was was him---or me.  Or maybe you thought it was
someone else, a stranger, coming through the door who would have found you
bound, gagged and totally helpless.  If it was the last, it would have been a
discomforting thought.

I know your eyes must have widened when you saw "it", my latest toy, as he
carried it through the door and set it down in front of you.  A small, wooden
platform, just large enough for you to stand on, with a metal rod at the front
of the platform protruding upward, with several other items attached to the
platform and to the metal rod.  Perhaps its purpose became evident as he rested
the platform on the floor, walked towards you, lifted you from behind, and
placed your standing body on the platform..  Maybe the electric plug at the
base got your attention, or maybe it was the second, smaller metal rod
extending from the center of the base upward, beneath where you stood, with the
hard, rubber dildo attached at the top  He said that as he placed you on the
platform, your heels came to rest on the two, small metal boxes attached to the
back of platform, the pressure of your heels pushing two tiny plungers down to
the base of the box.  I know that you did not realize that this would be the
only time you could push down on the plungers and not have anything else
happen.

His next move was to reach down to the rod, attached to the platform base
beneath you, and slowly turn it, sliding it upward between your legs, until the
dildo on the top of the rod first touched that soft area between your legs.
Each turn slid it higher, and deeper within your body.  I did not remind him to
make sure that you were moist at that point; I simply knew that either you
were, which would help that rubber intruder slide within you, or even if you
weren't you would be within a few short moments, especially as your body,
almost involuntarily, would begin to slowly slide up and down on the rubber
intruder as he moved it higher, deeper, and inside of you.  He later told me
that, as he glanced uwpard, he saw your eyes begin to flutter, as you slid your
body, ever so slightly, up and down to enjoy the filling sensation inside of
you.

I was sure that the intruder between your legs would get your attention, as
would the nipple clamps hanging by a thin cord  from the metal rod in front of
you. He needed to do nothing to your nipples, to harden them, as they would
already be hard, perhaps from the rubber tool between your legs, your body
bound the way it was, or just the thought of my eventual touch of your soft,
warm body.  Even as I sit here, I can hear the squeeling noises from behind
your gag, your eyes suddenly opening wide, as he fastened the tiny clamps, one
to each nipple.  On the other end of that cord holding the nipple clamps was a
small weight that had been threaded through the tiny pulley protruding from the
bar in front of you.  I can imagzine the puzzled look on your face, as you
looked down and examined that weight.  Even though it was only a few ounces, I
can still envision you leaning forward to ease the tension, realizing as you
did that the weight came to rest on a small, flat metal plate. 

He was told to warn you, just before he connected the electrical cord at the
base of the platform to the wall socket, to pull back on the nipple clamps, to
lift the weight from the metal plate, and to stand on your toes, rising your
heels off of the plungers on the metal boxes beneath your heels.  I am sure
that he gave that warning; otherwise your reaction would have been even more
immediate.

He would then reach down to a small tape recorder, attached with duct tape to
the metal rod at the front of the platform, and turn it on.  The sound of my
voice, and my words, filled the room:

"Hello, little love.  I have made this toy for you, to keep you occupied until
I arrive.  Perhaps you think that the vibrator between your legs will not do
much.  But listen to my words carefully, my sweet lady.  I now want you to lean
forward, to let the weight that is
attached to your nipples rest on the metal plate."

He said that you quickly followed my instrucvtions.  And that your eyes
immediately widened as the rubber dildo quickly seemed to spring to life,
vibrating and moving around inside of you, sliding deeply in, then out, and
moving in a rotating motion.  You even were able to stay on your toes as you
pulled your breasts and your nipples back, lifting the weight off of the metal
plate.  The vibrator then stopped just as quickly.

The tape in the recorder continued to turn, again with the sound of my voice.

"Now, my little one, slide back off of your toes, and rest your heels on the
plungers
on the metal boxes beneath your feet."

Even now, I can see you shaking your head  from side to side, trying to say
"no" and guessing at the result. But a gentle tap from him on your shoulder
achieved the desired result.  Your body, your heels, went back on the tiny
plungers, and the vibrator again sprang to life, sliding back and forth, and up
and down deep inside of you.  He said that your reaction was, again, immediate,
that loud squeal from behind the ballgag and your body rising upward, balanced
on your toes.  But you apparently miscalculated and leaned too far forward,
resulting in the weight connected to the cord from the nipple clamps touching
the metal plate, and the vibrator again springing back to life.

He later told me that you quckly  pulled your chest back, causing the strain on
your nipples, and yet managed stayed on your toes.  The voice from the
recorder, my voice, continued to fill the room.

"You can, if you want, satisfy yourself with the vibrator, my love.  You now
know how to do it.  But remember that each orgasm will weaken you, until you
can neither stand on your toes nor support the weights with your nipples.  At
that point, the vibrator will continue relentlessly, until I shut it off."

What followed, ranging from your squealing sounds to a few noises that sounded
like you were trying to yell, loudly, and demand that you be removed from this
latest toy of mine, all the time shaking your head back and forth as if to deny
reality, were your frutiless attempts at protesting your situatiion.  But his
work was done, and his instructions were to leave your apartment, and to
securely lock the front door behind him.

                    +++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When I arrived little more than an hour later, I could easily guess what had
happened.  As feisty as you are, you would have tried to stay on your toes as
long as possible and would have arched your back, to pull on the clamps
attached to your nipples, the cord, and most importantly, the weight, to keep
the weight off of the metal plate.  It would have been such a beautiful
sight---your proud firm breasts and your hard nipples, being pulled by the
weight attached to your nipple clamps and the muscles of your legs, pulled
tight and firm, and your head, held high, in that streak of stubbornness that I
love about you.  Knowing you as I do, you must have lasted for quite a while
and even perhaps playfully either leaned forward or backward and, for a few
moments, enjoyed the effect of the vibrator.  But at some point you would have
given in, totally.

As I walked through the door, you were at the point of yet another orgasm. Your
eyes, already glazed, were staring into open space.  And your hips were
undulating, grinding,  to match the movements of the vibrating dildo.  I was
sure that this was not your first orgasm.  Your wetness was streaming down the
metal rod beneath your body and down your thighs.  I was just as sure that this
was not even the second or third.  When your mind and body came back to this
world, I would ask you at what number you lost count.

I am not sure you even realized the moment that I disconnected the electrial
cord and removed the nipple clamps, since your hips kept moving, back and
forth, on the vibrator and your eyes continued to stare forward.  Perhaps
realization began when I gently lifted you off of the vibrator, and carried
your body into the bedroom, resting you, face up, on the bed.  You were covered
with perspiration, your breath was rapid, breathing, as you were, through your
nose.  The hair between your legs glistened.

It took only a moment for me to remove my clothes, unfasten your ankles from
the spreader bar, gently spread your legs a bit wider, and then help you
towards your next orgasm.  I knew, at that point, that you had returned to this
world, as your legs locked around my waist, your ankles pressed hard against
the small of my back and you looked up at me, now with that mischevious look in
your eyes.

I don't know whether it was seeing you, ready to achieve another orgasm as I
came through the door, or perhaps even the expectation of seeing you that way,
but I know that I was harder than ever before.  Your orgasm and mine, coming at
the same time, must have registered on seismic equipment somewhere.  Not long
after that, we were both lying on the bed, your body snuggled next to mine.

                    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When I awoke, you were still snuggled in my arms.  As I slowly opened my eyes,
I saw you, looking up at me.  Those eyes of yours, wide open, and sparkling,
were again speaking to me when nothing else could.  I knew what they were
saying; once again, I smiled.

Bondage Surprise part 2

When we got inside the house Rich stopped me in the kitchen.  I had been
taking baby steps because I couldn't see and he seemed a little bit
irritated by this.  "Sit Mindy", he said, as I felt one of the kitchen
chairs pushed gently into the back of my knees, to let me know it was
there.  I sat down and heard Rich pull a chair next to me.  Then I felt
the knot being pried from within my mouth, and them packing being pulled
out, and then he untied the scarf from behind my head.  I was glad to be
rid of that, at least for awhile.  "May I have a glass of water?", I
asked.  "Certainly my lady", Rich replied in a rather gallant tone.  As he
got up to get the water, I tried to rub the blindfold off using my
shoulder.  It was no use, he had tied it tight.  He helped me drink the
glass of water, and when I was done he asked me rather off handedly, "What
do you want to do tonight?"  "Well, I replied, "This is a good start."
"It is still early", he replied, "You mean to tell me that you didn't want
to go out this evening?"  "I want to be with you", I stated.  "Sshh", He
said as he put a finger to my lips.  "Tell me the truth, didn't you want
to go out?".  "Well...yes I did", I stammered.  "Do you still want to
go?", he asked. "Only if we can play afterwards", I replied.  "I don't see
why we can't play before, during and after" Rich said .  And with that it
was decided that we were going out, we decided we would go to a place
called Club Disaster.  It was an up and coming place for everyone from
recycled punk rockers to rebelling yuppies.  "Your a mess", Rich said as
he kissed me deeply again and suddenly my desire to go out was fading by
the minute.  I reached up to pull him close, only to realize that my hands
were still tied to my body by my apron.  I broke off the kiss and said,
"Could you please release my hands, kind sir?" in my best cockney accent.
Figuring that he had to untie me eventually so that we could get ready.
"Certainly, my dear", he replied, doing about as awful a job with the
accent as I had.  He stood me up, and then kissed me again, probing deep
into my mouth with his tongue.  He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them,
pulling me close to him in an embrace.  My breast rubbed against his
cotton shirt and my nipple sprang to life.  We kissed and let our tongue
explore each others mouths for a few minutes.  "You are a mess", Rich
said, as we broke off our kiss, and with that he turned me around.  "I
love when you are helpless like this, you know that don't you?", he said.
"Yes, I do", I replied, "I love you, and with that I gave his balls a
little squeeze with one of my bound hands.  He just sort of let out a
purr.  Next I felt him untying my hands from the apron.  "Hold still", he
said, and I did.  Soon my hands were free.  I brought them around in front
of me and massaged  my wrists.  They had been tied for at least an hour
and a half.  Luckily the apron was made from a soft cotton material.  I
felt the apron come loose, and my uniform tumble down around my feet.  I
reached up to undo the blindfold only to hear Rich say, "Not yet", as he
eased my bra down off of my arms.  "Do you really want it off?", he asked.
"No", I replied.  Then I felt him pull my arms behind me and handcuff them
in place.  "Step out," I heard and then a tug on the leash.  I stepped out
of my uniform, which was laying at my ankles.  "Let's go," he said.  And
then another tug as he lead me into the living room.  I hope the blinds
are drawn, I think, but I am sure they are, Rich would never do anything
to embarrass me, in front of other people.  We stop and Rich helps me to
kneel up on the coffee table.  I am confused.  What is he going to do now?
 "Spread your legs", he commands, and I spread them as best I can.  "Open
your mouth", he says as I hear a drawer to one of the end tables open.  I
obey, opening my mouth wide, as I feel a penis gag filling my mouth.  It
is a large one, but I am used to it.  After he gets it situated in my
mouth and asked me if it all right, he then tightens the straps behind my
head.  I then feel a hand between my legs followed by Rich's tongue.  He
starts a slow, leisurely swirl along the outside of my lips biting and
nibbling as he goes darting his tongue in and out, every once in a while.

I am wet in an instant, moaning into my gag, wondering how long I am going
to be able to keep my balance.  He teases me with a bite here and nip
there, ever so gently caressing my swollen clit with his tongue.  Then he
stops and lets me cool down for a bit before starting again.  Each time he
stops I am hotter that the time before, sometimes he just grabs my clit
with his lips and holds it, or spreads my lips and blows on me.  I am
slowly losing my mind!  I try to reach around with my cuffed hands and
push his head farther into my bush but one of his arms stops me and holds
my hands where they are.  This is his game, and I guess I'll have to play
it at his pace.  I alternate between screaming into the penis gag and
sucking on it, imagining that it is him in my mouth, and not a four inch
piece of latex rubber.  Slowly but surely he picks up the pace.  He has
let my hands go and is massaging my breasts as his tongue goes deeper and
deeper into me.  Faster and faster.  I can feel the immense heat between
my legs, and I can feel the orgasm building, until it is like I see a
white light behind the blindfold.  For a few moments my whole world
becomes the orgasm as I scream into the gag.  As my body convulses a few
last times, I fall over, collapsing on top of Rich.  He catches me and
holds me tight in his arms.  He tenderly removes the gag, and after my
breathing returns to normal, he stands me back up, steadying me carefully.
 "Do you want the blindfold off?", he asks.
  "Lead me", I calmly state.  He leads me to the foot of the stairs, using
the leash.  Then he gently tales my arm and helps me up to the second
floor bathroom.  "No time for a bath tonight", he states, as he turns on
the shower and removes my collar and leash.  I understand that time is
tight but I really do love it when he bathes me.  I hear him taking off
his clothes and I realize that I won't be untied for the shower either.
When he is naked and the water is just the right temperature, he lifts me
into the tub and then follows me in.  The water feels so good as he uses
the soapy sponge to find every nook and crevice of my body, washing me
clean.  "That feels so good", I say, "Let me do you."  To my surprise, he
reached out of the shower, gets his keys and unlocks my wrists
, relocking them in front of me.  He puts the soap in one of my hands and
the sponge in the other.  Kissing me deeply on the lips, and then a peck
on the forehead.  "Think you can do it in the dark?", he dares.  "Not a
problem", I smugly reply.  Eventhough I am blindfolded, I know his body as
well as, if not better, that I know my own.  I soap him up real good,
taking special care around his nipples and then his cock and balls,
knowing that he is loving every moment of it.  "Shampoo please, and
kneel", I ask and command.  This is necessary because he is nearly six
foot, and I am only five foot five.  "Didn't I just do this?", he comments
slyly as he hands me the shampoo and complies.  "Feel free to do all the
exploring you like while your down there", I giggle as I lather up his
hair. He responds by planting a small peck on my bush and tickling the
backs of my knees.  "Hey, no fair!", I squeak.  "No tickling the master
hairstylist while she is at work.  Stand up and rinse off."  He stood up
and rinsed off then turned me around and started to take the blindfold off
me.  "Keep your eyes closed or you'll get shampoo in your eyes", he states
as he started to lather my scalp.  I kept waiting for him to lock my hands
behind my back again but he didn't.  When he was done with my hair I put
my cuffed hands around his neck and opened my eyes and whispered, "I love
you Rich". as we tenderly embraced.  Before I knew it the moment was
broken as he scooped me out of the tub.  He stood me up and started to dry
me off with a big fluffy towel.  When he was done I dried him off.  He
said, "Times a wasting baby, why don't you start getting ready while I
order a pizza."  "But Rich", I whined.   I knew that I could do my hair
and makeup handcuffed, I had done it before, and he was gone anyway.
After I dried myself a little more, I put my hair up in a ponytail and got
started on my makeup.  Everytime I moved, the jingle of the chain between
my ankles would send a shiver between my legs.  I almost started to touch
myself, but finished my makeup and started to blow dry my hair.  I got my
hair just right and looked at my nails.  The red I had painted my nails to
match my uniform would go quite nicely with the outfit That I had planned
for tonight.  They were in pretty good shape, so I left them alone without
a touch-up.  I went to out bedroom and looked through my closet for just
the outfit that I wanted to wear this evening.  I knew that my leather
outfits turned Rich on, but then again, what didn't turn him on.  I found
the perfect match.  A black leather mini-skirt, that wasn't short enough
to be called a micro-mini but short enough to display my legs nicely.  I
paired this with a black leather halter top that I had.  It laced up the
front and had shoulder straps that buckled in place.  It was sexy, but not
slutty, and it also gave the look of a one-piece leather dress.  I got out
a black teddy with attached garter, some black seamed stockings, and I was
ready to go.  Except that my Boy-Toy needed to unlock me.  I went
downstairs, he had already gotten dressed while I was doing my make-up, to
find him black slacks and a dark casual shirt, we should match nicely I
thought.   "Can you unlock me please?", I asked, "so I can get dressed".
"What are you going to wear?", he inquired.  "That's for me to know and
you to find out after you unlock me", I replied with a sparkle in my eyes.
 He unlocked my hands and feet.  After giving him a quick kiss, I went up
to get ready.  I put on the outfit I picked out, adding a pair of black
heels and a gold necklace, with a matching ankle bracelet to the ensemble.
 When I came downstairs he was watching TV and I thought his eyes were
going to pop out of his head.  "You look great Honey", he stammered.  "I
know", I replied confidently.  The doorbell rang and Rich went to pay the
pizza man, as I went to the kitchen to pour some sodas.  He came into the
kitchen and set the pizza on the counter and said, "How's cheese and
pepperoni, baby?"  I didn't even see the handcuffs as he deftly pulled my
arms behind me.  I was soon sat in a chair at the table with my hands
cuffed behind me and a piece of rope around my waist holding me in place.
"Come on Babe, we don't have time for this", I said.  "Sure we do", he
stated", he stated "you eat like a snail," and he started to feed me a
piece of pizza.  I just gave in and ate, I knew he was right.  After a few
slices of pizza we were almost ready to go.  "Untie me please", I asked.
He let me loose from the chair and I bent over and gave him a peck on the
lips.  "And now the cuffs please", I asked.  "No, I think with you looking
as hot as you do," he said.  "I had better keep you under lock and key."
  "Rich", I whined, "This isn't fair!"  "What isn't fair?" he stated.
"You know that I have my brothers car with the tinted windows."  "But
Rich", I squeaked.  "You know what happens to whiners", he said.  I did
but I kept it up anyway.  Soon rich produced a red rubber ball on a black
leather strap.  "I'll be good", I promised, as I closed my mouth tightly.
"Open wide", he said.  "Uh, uh", I mumbled through clenched teeth.  A
quick couple of pokes to my ribs and my mouth sprang open.  Rich knows all
my ticklish spots, as well as I know his.   He quickly popped the ball
into my mouth and pulled it behind my teeth.  He pulled the straps behind
my head, and after checking that is was in all right, he buckled the
straps securely behind my head.  He then pulled my hair out of the strap
and adjusted it so it wouldn't mess up my hair.  I knew what was coming
next, as my mouth got used to the fullness of the gag.  I felt him double
locking the ankle shackles onto my ankles.  He then checked their
tightness, and double locked the handcuffs onto my wrists so they wouldn't
tighten when I sat on them.  He looked at me and said, "I love you so
much, you look spectacular ?Baby".  I could see that horny look in his
eyes.  I know he loves it when I wear a ball-gag.  He really likes them,
especially the harness type that goes over the head and has a chin strap.
But that would have messed up my hair, how thoughtful of him.  He thought
ball gags were sexy.  I thought I looked like a fish while wearing one,
from the Polaroid pictures he has taken of me while I have been tied up.
But there I was dressed sexy as can be in tight black leather, shackles
and hand cuffed, and the way he was looking at me, maybe I did feel sexy
wearing a ball gag.  "Let's go", he said, as he helped me to the car and
put me in the passenger's seat.  He put my seat-belt on and closed my
door.  He then went around to his side and get in.  He closed his door,
put on his belt and started the car.  He opened the garage door and
started to back out.  Here I go again I thought, looking hot, feeling
horny and definitely harnessed.



I was alive with anticipation as we backed out of the driveway and drove
away from the house.  I wasn't all that happy about the ball-gag, but the
hand-cuffs, shackles and the seat-belt almost seemed to embrace me.  Rich
looked over at me putting his free hand on my leather covered breast.
stroking, the are he knew my nipple was hiding,
with his thumb.  "Having a good time," he asked.  "Oh, I see you don't
feel like talking," as I made a mewing sound and stared into his eyes.
His hand now dropped to my leg, and he rested it on my thigh, feeling the
smoothness of my silk stocking.  I felt a little self-conscience, wearing
the ball-gag for all the world to see.  I know that no one could see in
through the dark tinted glass, but it was a strange feeling none the less.
 I almost wished that he had blindfolded me.  I felt his hand lazily slide
my leather mini-skirt up to gain access to my crotch.  That ever
aggressive thumb started to rub up and down against the smooth material of
my panties.  I squirmed around in the seat and mewed into the gag again.
When we were about half way to the club Rich looked over at me and said,
"Want that off Love?"  I looked deep as I could into his eyes, and then
tried to smile around the rubber gag, if that is possible.  After a moment
I nodded my head and gave him a wink.  "Look down," he said.  I obeyed,
looking into my lap.  I felt his hand under my hair, unloosening the
buckle.  After he had loosened it about 5 notches, he rebuckled the strap.
 He then reached up and popped the ball out of my mouth and let it hand
around my neck.  "That should add a little color to your outfit tonight,"
he stated, "it matched your lipstick and nails nicely".  "I don't think
I'll be wearing this anywhere outside this vehicle," I stated firmly,
raising my voice as the sentence came out of my mouth.  "It will show the
masses what an utterly kinky girl you are," he laughed.  "Any more arguing
and it goes back in your mouth anyway".  "It's up to you," he stated,
"which way do you want to wear it?"  "This will do just fine," I pouted,
hoping that he was joking.  "You are not really going to take me inside
like this," I asked?  "Would I do a thing like that," he replied.  "Don't
worry about a thing".  He took his hand from my warmth, which was actually
a relief, because I was getting incredibly horny, and placing it behind
me.  I thought that he was going to grab my butt, but instead he took my
left handcuffed hand in his and interlaced our fingers.  "You worry too
much," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.  I squeezed back, and tried to
lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek, but the seat-belt stopped me.
He leaned over the rest of the way, so I could finish the act.   I felt
secure again.  About half a mile from the club Rich pulled over to the
side of the road.  I watched in awe, as he pulled the collar and leash out
of his pocket, buckling the collar around my neck and clipping the leash
to it.  "You said that you weren't taking me inside the club like this," I
whined.  "This isn't a bondage club">  Though we both knew that we had
seen stranger things than this at Club Disaster.  "I didn't say that at
all," he replied.  "I merely told you not to worry about a thing".  "I'm
not going in there looking like your own personal harem slave," I said.
"Isn't that what you are," he chided.  "That is for our personal privacy,
not for the masses," I said, mocking what he has said earlier.  I knew
what was coming up next, but there was nothing that I could do.  Rich
grabbed me as I tried to move away, but how far can you go, while tied up
in sportscar?  He put a strong hand on my back pushing me down, bending me
in half.  My breasts were crushed into my legs.  I just simply gave up and
opened my mouth wide, hoping that he was bluffing.  He replaced the ball
in my mouth, checking the tightness with me, and buckled the straps under
my hair at the base of my neck.  After he let me up he took my purse from
me, taking my lipstick out.  "Look at me," he commanded in a stern voice.
As I did he took the lipstick and fixed my lips around the ball.  "That
looks better," he smirked, as he replaced the lipstick in my purse and
pulled out into traffic.  The next thing I knew we had reached the club
and were waiting in line for the valet parking.  "No," I squeaked into my
gag, trying to get loose.  I reached my handcuffed hands around and
released the latch on my seat-belt.  As the belt sprang away from my body
Rich gave me a look as if to say "Are you crazy?" or "You are still
handcuffed, shackled and gagged, where do you think you are going?"  He
pulled the leash tight as if to reinforce the look.  I settled back down
into my seat. I wanted to argue with him and tell him that this wasn't
what I wanted, but all I could do was to look into his eyes pleadingly.
The gag had taken away my only weapon of defense, my tongue.  When we got
two cars away from the valets, I started thrashing around again and making
as much noise as I could behind the gag.  I no longer thought that he was
kidding.  A cloak of fear and embarrassment has settled over me.  He
pulled up , seeming to ignore me.  I was being so loud behind the gag that
I thought the valets could probably already hear me.  The valet reached
for the door handle and at the last second Rich hit the power lock switch,
flashed his head lights, ad drove to the rear of the parking lot.  I
settled back into the seat, all the energy drained from me.  He looked
over at me, with a peculiar little smile on his face.  "You really didn't
want to go in there like that did you," he asked?  I shook my head
violently.  "Maybe we can reach a compromise," he said slyly.  This time I
nodded my head.  "Well," he said, "I suppose we could lose the gag, but
only after we have reached an agreement".  I nodded my head again.  "And
maybe the ankle shackles," he said, "but we keep the handcuffs and leash.
Is that a deal," he asked?  I nodded my head vigorously and then put it in
his lap so that he could remove the gag.  I couldn't believe it.  I had
just agreed to let him take me into a club on a leash with my hands cuffed
behind my back.  He gently removed the gag, being careful not to mess up
my hair.  "Why are you doing this," I asked?  "Only because I love you,"
he replied coyly, as he pulled me close and held me kissing me deeply.  We
locked in this embrace for a bit and then asked me if I was ready.  "Yeah,
I guess," I replied, with no enthusiasm.  He came around to my side of the
car and opened the door.  He bent down and took the ankle shackles off.
He kissed me tenderly on my forehead and said, "Trust me Baby, it won't be
that bad".  Maybe it won't I though, after all, we had seen weirder things
than this before, I just hadn't been part of it!  Rich pulled on the leash
to guide me out of the car.  I stood up and straightened my leather skirt
with my handcuffed hands.  I looked around the parking lot.  Seeing that
it was late in the evening, I was relieved to see no one in the lot.  Rich
pulled hard on the leash, leaving a good clip, making us look more like a
man walking his dog then a couple on a date.  He stopped and let me catch
up to him.  "That wasn't very nice," I said, "Remember I'm wearing high
heels".  "Your right," he said, "I should probably take it off," and with
that he removed the leash.  I pictured the collar that he had put on me.
I realized that it did match my outfit, it would just look like a choker.
He then put the leash in his pocket, put his arm around me and gave me a
kiss on the cheek.  As we started walking towards the club I thought this
may not be as bad as I though.  As we got closer to the building, Rich
stopped me, turned me towards him and kissed me deeply on the lips.  I
closed my eyes, and our tongues played tag for what seemed for minutes.
He broke the kiss and said, "Thank you for your trust," as I felt him
unlocking the handcuffs.  Suddenly I was a jumble of feelings.  I felt
guilty, did he mean in the car?  How could I have ever thought that he
would do something to embarrass like that, or did he mean now?  I had
almost willingly let him take me in handcuffed.  I looked into his eyes, a
little ashamed, and I realized that it didn't matter as I saw his eyes
smiling back at me.  I loved him, and he loved me.  All the games we
played aside that was all that mattered.   "Let's go inside and have some
fun," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek.  We had a great time at the
club.  I was secure in who I was.  We saw some old friends, and I even got
Rich to dance with me for awhile.  He usually isn't much of a dancer.  I
felt good about myself.  I knew he was mine, eventhough I saw the way the
other ladies looked at him.  Dressed as I was, I got a few looks of my
own.  It probably didn't help that I had had maybe a few too many drinks
and I had started to flirt.  Rich didn't seem to mind.  We had always been
secure in each other.  We closed the place down.  I was feeling a little
too good, and Rich had to help me to the car.  When we got to the car, I
playfully turned around and put my hands behind my back, and said to him,
"I am ready to go, you may handcuff me now Sir".  He just turned me around
and gave me a peck on the lips, as he opened my car door.  "Please," I
whined.  "maybe later Honey," he said.  With that I started to tickle him
under his arms and around his rib cage. A little bit surprised he said,
"Okay my dear, if you wish," catching both my wrists in one strong hand
and handcuffed my hands in front of me, before he put me in the car, and
put my seat-belt on me and closed my door.  Before he could get around to
his side of the car to get in, I had locked the ankle shackles onto my
feet.  He got in and put his Seattle on.  When he saw that I had gotten
the ankle shackles off of the floor, he just smiles and said,  "I don't
know what I'm going to do with you kid".  As he left the parking lot and
started for our house, he said, "Want the gag too?"  But by that time I
was already sound asleep with a big smile on my ace.   When we arrived
home I woke up to hear the garage door going down.  Rich helped me into
the house and I flopped down on the sofa, still trying to wake up.  I saw
a bag in his hand and realized that he had stopped for food on the way
home, while I was sleeping.  I ate the burger greedily, but I really
wasn't feeling that drunk anymore.  It's amazing what an hour of sleep can
do sometimes.  "Want me to take those off," he asked.  I looked
embarrassed, realizing that I had been stuffing the burger into my mouth,
not even realizing that I was still handcuffed.  "What I really want is to
make love to you," I said seductively.  "Well, I have some ideas about
that," he said, removing the handcuffs from my wrists.  "How about my
ankles," I asked?  "Wouldn't want you running away," he replied with a
wink.  He took my hand and led me upstairs.  At the top of the stairs he
told me to wait.  He came back after a minute and took me into the
bedroom.  The room was awash in candle light.  He had lit twenty-five or
thirty of them and set them all over the bedroom.  He sat me on the edge
of the bed and knelt at my feet.   His hands caressed the inside of my
thighs, massaging all the way down to my ankles.  "If I take these off,"
he joked, grabbing the chain connecting my ankles, "you're not going to
run away are you?"  "Just into your arms," I replied, with a wink.  "So, I
can trust you to behave," he asked.  "I wouldn't go quite that far," I
teased.  He knelt there for a bit, caressing my legs, rubbing my ankles
and massaging my feet.  The candlelight was intoxicating, the mood was
romantic, and as usual, I was horny as hell!

Bondage Surprise part one

Well, here I am again, not that I don't deserve it, I do, and actually I
like
it!  I'm tied in almost a ball-tie with a white ball gag in my mouth.  My
boyfriend says it looks good against my red lips.  It also matches the
white
lingerie that I am wearing.  My boyfriend always likes to tie me up a
garter
belt and stockings, or any lingerie, for that matter.  My hands are bound
behind my back palm to palm to a rope that goes around my waist, and
through
my crotch with knows at all the right places.  My upper arms are bound
with
my elbows rather close together.  There also ropes above and below my
breast
holding my arms tightly to my body.  My legs are  tied with soft cotton
rope
at my thighs, above and below my knees, and at my feet.  This rope also
ties
my high heels onto my feet and is connected to my hands about four inches
away.  This really isn't that uncomfortable, even with the rope that goes
from my knees to the 'D' ring of the 2 inch collar around my neck, pulling
me
into a tight ball, I sure am glad that I am flexible,  I was blindfolded
with
a leather disc blindfold, white of course to match my outfit, but my
boyfriend removed it, gave me the remote control to the television, and
told
me to enjoy.  The remote fell on the floor a while ago as I was squirming
and
struggling here on the bed.  Wondering how I got myself into this
position!
Well...here goes.

It all started yesterday at the restaurant where I work as a waitress.
Actually it's more of a soda parlor.  Burgers and fries, hot dogs, ice
cream
sundaes, and the like.  It is a nice family restaurant, and a not too bad
place to work, except for the ridiculous waitress uniforms that we have to
wear.  They are not obscenely short, but short enough that we have to wear
bloomers to keep anything from showing should we bend over.  They say the
waitress that forget their bloomers get the best tips.  The uniforms are
red
one piece outfits, with puffy sleeves trimmed with white lace, as are the
collars and the hem of the shirts.  They are fairly tight to wear, and
even
make my body look good.  The skirts are of a cheerleader fashion, fairly
short, with red and white striped aprons which tie in a big bow in the
back.
The whole place has the decor the 20's or 30's.  If this is how they
dressed
then, I am glad to be living in the nineties!  Some times the manager has
to
throw out some of the misfits, that buy a cup of coffee, and stay for
three
hours.  To watch us parade around in our short skirts.  More than one
person
has been caught doing other things besides reading behind his newspaper.
I
work the swing shift, from eleven a.m. to eight p.m., with an hour lunch
break that I rarely see.  It isn't really a bad shift.  I don't have to
get
up early, and it is just getting dark when I get off work, so the entire
evening isn't shot.  The other waitresses, staff and managers are a pretty
good lot.  The average age of the employees is 21.  I am one of the older
ones at age 24 which brings me to another subject. 

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Mindy, I am 24 and waitressing while
looking for a job in my true career of accounting.  I graduated college
last
year and have been working here while putting in applications ever since.
I
live in a pretty good area with my boyfriend Rich.  Rich is a VCR
repairman,
and a good guy.  The best one I've found so far.  He is kind and
understanding and little bit muscular.  He isn't the best I've ever had in
bed, but he is quite good, and quite interesting at times, such as now!  I
am
in pretty good shape for my height and weight.  My breasts may be a little
bit too small, and I may be a little bit overweight , but I haven't had
any
complaints.  I have shoulder length brown hair.  Anyway back to yesterday
at
work.  I had just punched out and said goody-bye to the night shift.  It
was
about 8:15 p.m. on a Friday night, so I was going to try to rush home and
persuade Rich to take me out somewhere.  I left through the back door and
started for the employee lot, when a hand clamped over my mouth and a
strong
grip pulled my arms behind my back.  I was startled, but not overly
concerned, when I thought I heard Rich disguising his voice, hissing,
"Don't
turn around, and don't make a sound."  I just stood still quietly as I
felt
handcuffs lock around my wrists.  a dark silk scarf was then wrapped
around
my eyes twice and then tied behind my head.  The assailant then grabbed my
upper right arm and said, "This way."  I was forced out into the parking
lot,
taking small steps, being unsure of the footing because of the blindfold.
The strong arm of my kidnapper almost seemed to hold me up as it guided me
across the parking lot.  Suddenly we stopped, and I was pushed face down
into
the back seat of a vehicle that I didn't recognize.  When I was halfway
in, I
was forced down onto my stomach and I felt a knee in the center of my
back,
It was not painful, but I could not get up.  I then heard the raspy voice
say, "sshh". as I tried to ask what was going on.  He then proceeded to
fumble with the bow from my apron.  He slid my hands through the loops,
pulling the ends tight, trapping my hands in the bow.  The ends were then
tied, looped around my wrists and cinched up in between with the tips tied
up
where my fingers couldn't reach them,  I know, I thought knew for sure
that
this was my boyfriend Rich because he loved to tie my hands like this
whether
in my waitress uniform, playing French maid, or just wearing an apron to
cook
a meal.  He knew that if tied right, the apron strings kept my hands
behind
me, but also kept my hands bound tightly to my waist.  Then I felt the
hand
cuffs being removed.  I played the game and obeyed quietly.  The strong
arms
pulled me out of the car, closed the back door, and opened the front
passenger door.  With one of his hands on the top of my head, and one on
my
arm, I was guided into the front seat of the car.  After he swung my legs
and
feet in, I felt the waist belt and shoulder harness being buckled over me
and
into place.  I then felt the hand cuffs being double locked onto my
ankles,
so they wouldn't tighten up.  "Don't tear my stockings" I said in mock
terror.  Wrong move I found out.  Next thing I knew, a cloth is being
forced
into my mouth, and another scarf, with a knot tied in the center is being
forced between my teeth, and them tied underneath my hair, at the nape of
my
neck.  "No!" I screamed into the gag, but it was too late, it came out
like
"mmmppphh".  "No more noise" the voice hissed.  As if I could make any
sound
now if I wanted to.  I then felt him tying a rope to the handcuffs on my
ankles, and pulling it under the seat, pulling my feet securely
underneath.  He used the
free end of the rope to wrap around me and the seat several times before
tying it off.  This was totally unnecessary, because I was already not
leaving this automobile without his consent, I was his captive.  I
squirmed
and struggled, but I was definitely stuck, and finally settled in and
tried
to get a bit more comfortable.  My door closed, and then I heard the
drivers
door open.  He got in and put on his belt.  I heard the car start.  The
first
thing I noticed, as he was backing out of the stall, was that the car
radio
was tuned to the oldies station, which Rich usually didn't listen to.  I
was
also baffled, even though Rich liked to play games, whose car was this,
and
even though it was dark, how did he think he could get away with driving a
bound and gagged woman through the center of town?  Not to mention
blindfolded.  Wouldn't other drivers find this strange?

After we had been on the road for what seemed to be 15 minutes, and we had
made so many turns, that I had no idea where we were at.  I made some
noise
into my gag, because our house was only about 5 minutes away.  I felt a
hand
squeeze my left breast, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to wake
up
my nipple, that was jutting out the fabric of my uniform and bra, and give
it
a slight tug.  The voiced hissed, "no noise!" in almost a whisper, and
then I
felt a pinch, It didn't hurt as much as get my attention, which what it
was
meant to do I think.  I involuntarily let out a yelp into my gag.  At that
time I felt a pinch and heard "no noise" again, we went back and forth
three
or four times with each pinch getting harder and longer, until I decided
to
hold my tongue.  After driving for what seemed like an eternity, though it
was probably only another 15 minutes or so, with my left nipple throbbing
and
wanting more attention, I felt a hand slip up under my skirt and apron and
try to spread my legs.  I acted like I didn't want the hand there and
squeezed my thighs together tightly.  The car was them pulled over to the
corner of the road.  I believe the we were in a remote area because I had
stopped hearing other vehicles awhile back.  I heard the drivers door
open,
and he gets out, and then I feel my door opened.  Suddenly, I feel hands
on
my panties, and bloomers as they are yanked out from under me and pulled
down
to the hand-cuffs around my ankles.  I started squirming and twisting in
my
bonds, and squealed into my gag.  The thumb and forefinger soon went to
work
on my right nipple signaling me to be quiet.  I yielded as I felt a rope
tied
around my right thigh just above the knee.  The rope was them run around
the
back of the seat to my left leg, pulled tight, and them tied off, leaving
me
spread wide open.  I squirmed again and howled into the gag as I felt a
hand
on my pussy.  I tried to close my legs to no avail.  Everything was
happening
way too fast.  I excited but a little bit scared.  I moved away as much as
I
could, which wasn't much, as the hands groped me.  All of the sudden the
knot
was pulled out of my mouth, the packing was removed and I felt lips on
mine,
a tongue invaded my mouth.  I almost bit it off, but I recognized the
taste,
it was Rich after all.  "Feeling feisty tonight Baby?", he said, finally
using his regular voice.  He then kissed me again deeply, as I sucked in
his
tongue passionately.  He started to nibble my lips and dart his tongue in
and
out of my mouth.  I opened my mouth to receive his tongue again, but
instead
I got only the scarf stuffed back into my mouth, and the knot returned
tightly between my teeth.  I tried to speak his name, and tell him not to
stop, but it was too late.  He then stated, "I want to make sure that you
are
good and horny when we get home", and with that he leans me forward as far
as
the ropes under my breast will allow, and unzips my uniform down the back
to
the rope.  I struggled and begging into the gag as he started to undo the
clasp of my front latch bra.  As my breasts sprang free, he started to
massage them and said "Don't worry Hun, the windows are tinted all the way
around, no one will see you unless you're bad and I have to turn on the
dome
light."  "No!", I squeaked into my gag as he closes my door and gets in
his
side of the car.  "The drive home is about a half hour", he states.  "I'm
sure you will enjoy the ride."  On the way home, he alternated between
pulling and pinching my throbbing nipples and playing with my drenched
pussy,
sliding one and sometimes two fingers deep into my slit as I moaned into
my
gag.  I was helpless, his prisoner, and there was nothing I could do but
enjoy it, and that I did.  About thirty minutes and 5 orgasms later, we
pulled into our driveway.  I heard the garage door go up, and then down
again
after we had pulled in.  Rich came around to my side of the car and opened
my
door.  He untied me from the seat and took off my seatbelt.  Then he
unlocked
the hand-cuffs from my ankles, he swung my legs out of the car, and took
my
undies and bloomers off of my ankles.  He used theses to clean up the
wetness
on my legs and the seat of the car from my juices over flowing.  "Wait
here",
he said.  What else could I do?  He went into the house and returned
shortly.
"Lift your chin", he said.  I obeyed, and felt him buckle a two inch
leather
collar around my neck.  Then he attached a chain leash to it.  Using the
leash, he helped me to stand next to the car.  Kneeling between my legs,
he
gave my mound a few licks and pecks, and my knees almost gave out.
Sensing
this he stopped, and with a jingle of steel and chain, he had
double-locked
ankle shackles onto my feet.  He stood and said, "Let's go inside."  I
felt
silly.  Feet shackled, juiced running down my inner thighs, my hands
secured
to my waist by my apron, uniform half off, breasts hanging out, gagged,
blindfolded, and being led by a leash like a dog.  I followed him in -
horny
as Hell!