Kristine's Diary -

My bondage passion all started when I was about 16. I was home from school, and my mom was out. The doorbell had rung - it was a delivery man, with a package for mom. He let me sign. It was a heavy box, filled with objects which moved around when the box was moved. I was curious and opened the box, finding a variety of 'gear' - handcuffs, dildos, leg irons and leather harness.

Not knowing what some of this stuff was used for, I got the picture with some of the other stuff, and put two and two together. Smart for a teenager. I ran upstairs with the box of goods, locked my bedroom door, and dumped the contents on the bed.

I began to feel stirrings between my legs, stronger than what I'd felt recently, and as habit, put my hand between them and stroked my pussy, not really knowing what I was doing, but enjoying comfort in the feeling.

There were the devices mentioned, as well as an instruction manual, on using the handcuffs, leg irons and the harness, with photos demonstrating their use! I almost came in my shorts! This was the first time I had ever seen naked women in stark photos, and in bondage at that. The manual showed an attractive blonde putting herself into bondage using the harness (which was a locking chastity belt), handcuffs, and leg irons. My hands trembled as I turned each page, as she progressed further from freedom.

At that moment, I decided to do what she was doing! I stripped off my clothes, sat on the bed, and began to lay out all the devices I'd need.

First, I had to install batteries in the dildo. Then I had to gather the keys to the leg irons, handcuffs, and chastity belt. I put them on the night table. The bondage model first had put her ankles in leg irons, securing them to a bed post. I did the same. I slipped the leg iron around my right ankle, and closed it shut, to a shuddering rasp of metal!

The force of the sound stunned me and made my pussy inflame. I tried to slip the cuff off my ankle, but it wouldn't go. I secured the 'double lock' on the ankle, then passed the other end of the leg irons around a bed post, and snapped the cuff around my left ankle. I tried to remove the cuff but it wasn't coming off. I was trembling as I secured the double lock.

The thrill I felt at that moment is still indescribable. I lay back on my bed with my feet in leg irons, attached to my bed post, struggling, pulling to free myself, to no avail. My pussy was dripping wet, and my tits swelled as I pulled but couldn't get free. I got right back into the instruction manual to continue my bondage trip.

Next the model was securing the chastity belt around her waist. I picked up the leather belt, and examined it. It was heavy, with studs and rings on the sides. Running from the front was a leather strap which had holes like a belt. The belt secured through another buckle which was hanging from the back of the belt, secured perpendicular to the waist belt.

Holding the chastity belt really got my heart racing - I knew exactly what it was for.

I slipped the belt around my waist, and pulled the free end through the buckle in front of me, until it was snug around my waist. I then turned the belt so that the buckle was in the small of my back, and the crotch belt, as it was called, was right in front of my pussy.

The model next took her dildo and inserted it into her pussy, while turning it on. I had never used a dildo before, and I knew my girlfriend Jenny had, so I decided to try it now.

I held the dildo in my hands and felt like a woman about to make love for the first time. I pressed it against my pussy, and since I was so wet, just pushed it into my virgin pussy. I was snug, but the pleasure that I was feeling was immense. As I continued to push the dildo into me, I was pulling my legs against the cuffs. By the time the dildo was fully inserted, I had come at least twice, was sweating, and felt so powerful - like I was reborn into a sexual beast that needed to be restrained.

With the dildo fully in me, I did my best to secure the crotch strap to the buckle at the small of my back. Each of the buckles on the chastity belt was furnished with a small padlock, which went through a small loop at the end of the pin of each buckle.

Finally, the model had put the padlocks on her chastity belt, locking it onto her waist and locking the handcuffs to the waist belt, and locking the crotch strap so she couldn't remove the dildo. Then she locked the handcuffs on herself, with her hands behind her back, secured to the waist belt, so she could not reach in front of her. The last photo of her in the manual was of her lying on her side, in full bondage, awaiting her lover to release her.

I did the same. I locked the handcuffs to the waistbelt, locked the crotch strap in place, then reached behind me, and opened the handcuffs. All this time, I had had two more orgasms, and was beginning to feel another coming on. I placed my right hand behind my back, and felt for the cuff with my left. When I felt in place, I slowly closed the cuff around my right wrist, until I felt comfortable. I tugged my right hand and felt the chastity belt pulling at the dildo, but my hand wouldn't come free. I struggled to reach the remaining cuff with my right hand so that I could secure my left hand. When I had it in place in my right hand, I placed my left hand through the cuff until my wrist was comfortably in place, then slowly closed the cuff with my right hand, until it was secure. The sounds of the handcuffs snapping shut drove me over the edge and I began to have a heavy orgasm - I pulled against the handcuffs, legirons and bucked my pussy against the dildo until the bed was shaking. . .

";What's all that noise in there?"; The door to my bedroom swung open.

Oh my God! My mother had come home. . .

Mom found me chained to my bed, with my hands handcuffed behind me, the handcuffs locked to a chastity belt and a dildo locked inside me. I was bucking wildly about to have another orgasm.

";What the hell are you doing?!"; Mom cried. She had a startled look on her face.

I tried to roll away, first in shame and embarrassment, then in fear of what may happen, but I wasn't going anywhere.

";Where did you get this stuff?"; She noticed the opened package on the floor. ";You opened my mail. . . you're going to have to pay the price for being a curious cat. "; With that said, Mom grabbed the handcuff keys from the night table, grabbed the handcuffs, and tightened them one or two more clicks, then secured the double locks.

";Let's see you enjoy yourself now!"; she said, with a fierce look on her face. ";And you just wait till your father hears about this. . . ";

I was mortified. She made the handcuffs tighter, took the keys, and stormed from my bedroom, leaving me cuffed in place. The excitement was waning fast, and I wanted to get loose, but I couldn't. Now I was just a struggling prisoner of my bed.

Hours past, the batteries in the dildo were spent, and I was getting cramped arms from my position. My Mom came back upstairs wearing a leather mini skirt and bustier and high spiked heels.

";I've changed my mind, I won't tell your father. In fact, we'll keep this our little secret. ";

Mom went on to tell me how she fell in love with bondage, and how over the years she acquired a collection of items for her pleasure. She also said that Dad had often used them on her, and kept her in bondage pleasure, but Dad didn't really get off on it. He did find it useful to tie her up in the bedroom and enjoy a leisurely afternoon to himself to watch sports, or do whatever he wanted. Mom had a twinkle in her eye. ";Now you've been bitten by the bondage bug, and I want you to really enjoy yourself. ";

Mom left the room and came back with a few items. She unlocked my ankles from the bed post, and sat me up on the bed. The dildo was really pressing into my pussy, which was really sensitive and beginning to get sore. Mom reached around and unlocked the chastity belt, but not my handcuffs. She took off the chastity belt and slowly pulled out the dildo. I was moaning as she did it.

";There, now doesn't that feel better. You don't want to stay all trapped like that for such a long period of time, "; Mom said, stroking my pussy. I could tell that she was getting aroused. ";I've got something that I think you'll really like. ";

I was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with my hands cuffed tightly behind my back when Mom showed me what she was referring to. It was a leather body harness, a web of straps that criss crossed in every direction. ";Here we go, let me put this on you and see how you like it. "; Mom was grinning evilly.

She pulled two straps around my neck, then two across my chest right above my tits, then two more straps right below my tits. Each pair of straps was buckled tightly in back. There was one very long strap that ran from my neck, between my tits, which were now jutting out, down between my legs.

";Ok, stand up and lets finish this off, "; said Mom.

I stood up, and Mom turned me away from her. Her hands were pulling the straps from behind, alternately tightening the straps around my upper body. I was beginning to feel aroused. Two more wider straps around my waist were secured tightly in back. Then the length of strap which was dangling between my legs was pulled up from behind, until it was tight against my clit. Mom buckled it to the buckle hanging from the waist strap.

";This is like the chastity belt, but the crotch strap is narrower, so it tends to dig deeper. I love laying in bed secured just like this - I could stay in this for hours. . . we'll see how you do. ";

My pussy was getting wetter but without a dildo in me, I was feeling frustrated and wanted to get off. With the straps securing my arms behind me, I couldn't reach my pussy, but I could pull the pussy strap - but it wasn't enough to get me off.

Mom stepped back to look at her handi-work. ";God, you look great. Let's fix you up with a few other items. Mom stepped out of the room, leaving me standing in the harness. When she returned, she had a pair of black spike heels. The heels must've been 5-6 inches, and each had a locking anklet. I sat on the bed and she put each heel on. They fit almost perfectly - Mom and I were about the same size then - and she locked the heels on. I really hadn't worn heels much, and now was struggling to stand up. The feeling of the heels on my feet, and the anklet around my ankles was great, but still not enough to get me off.

";Ok, now let's put those new leg irons back on so you don't get any funny ideas about walking around the house bound like this. Lay down on the bed. "; With that, I teetered back to the bed, and sat down, then lay flat on my back. She secured one leg cuff to my right ankle, then locked the other end to the bed post.

";And finally, how about a hood?"; Mom asked. Before I could say a word, she brushed my hair back with her left hand, and was pulling a black leather hood over my head with her right. She straightened the hood on my face so I could see out the eye holes, and checked the nose holes so I could breath. There was no hole for my mouth, and the hood was designed to be snug so I couldn't open my mouth. Mom was working behind my head, pulling my long hair back while lacing up the hood. I could feel the hood tigthening around my face, making it more difficult to move my face. When she was finished, her hands moved to my neck, where she was pulling a collar around my neck, buckling it snugly, then I heard the click of a padlock.

";There you are, honey. How does that feel?"; I couldn't respond, but my bod was getting into the feeling. Mom snapped blinders over my eyes so I couldn't see, and told me to lay back and ";enjoy. ";

As I lay back, I felt her hands running slowly over my body, massaging my legs, then my ass, then my pussy, then my tits. I was feeling the wave of my first orgasm.

";I see our little one has the same tendencies that you have, my dear. ";

";Yes she does. ";

Was that Dad?

Mom had strapped me tightly into a body harness and laced a bondage hood over my head. I was laying in bed, strapped in the harness, wriggling my pussy trying to reach an orgasm. The thin leather strap running through my pussy lips and pressing against my clit was making my body buzz, but I couldn't get off. My hands were still locked in Mom's new handcuffs and my ankle was locked to the bedpost. The leather hood was laced very snugly and I couldn't see or speak. My hearing was muffled as well, though I did hear the sounds of my mother giggling as she was fondling my bound body.

Then I distinctly heard my father in the room talking to my mother, but couldn't tell for sure. I was sure that there was another person in the room.

Mom released my ankle from the cuff that held me to the bedpost. She and the other person rolled me face down on the bed, spread my legs, and secured each ankle to my headboard with yet more handcuffs. I was then left alone on the bed, my body adjusting to the bonds, and my mind wandering where the bonds would lead it.

Now the crotch strap was digging deeper into my pussy, and I finally felt an orgasm come ripping through my pussy, sending me shivering, the chains on my ankles were rattling, and my upper body was throbbing against the leather bonds.

The rush of the orgasm was exhilirating and I felt dizzy and faint, the hood and the darkness it brought were playing tricks on me, I was fantasizing about my situation, being held prisoner by evil merchants during the middle ages, a slave whose body could be bought and sold and whose purpose was to please their rightful owner. I was suspended in time as I floated through my dream, my body continuing its involuntary reaction to the bondage, trying to cum again and again, my mind developing story line after story line, until I awoke sweating.

It was much later that evening when Mom came into the room and released me from the leather hood and harness. She even took off the ankle and handcuffs.

";I think you've had enough fun for today, don't you, "; Mom said as she collected her new toys. ";I've got a few things planned for you, but not tonight. ";

";Was Dad here when I was all bound up?"; I asked.

";No! I told you that it would be Our secret. ";

";Was there someone in the room this afternoon? I could swear that I heard more than one voice, "; I asked incredulously.

";Well, I may have invited over a play partner this afternoon, but that's not your concern. Sleep is what you could use right now. ";

Mom was right, I was exhausted after my first day in bondage, severe bondage at that, and sleep sounded great. I rolled under the covers of the bed I spent most of the afternoon chained to without much fuss, and was asleep instantly.

When I awoke, Mom and Dad were in the kitchen having their breakfast before starting their workdays. Seemed normal to me, like any other day, almost as if yesterday was a dream.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up and felt woozy, tired, unrefreshed. I decided that a shower would straighten my head and started it up hot. The massager was delightful, pulsating streaks of hot water deeply soothing my body, my back, my neck, my tits, and my pussy. I began to fantasize again, being chained up head to toe and whipped by my master, then left out in a thundering rain storm, the water pounding my flesh, the heat coming from my whip wounds.

That's when I realized that yesterday wasn't a dream. It was the first day of my new life. Mom's Treasure Chest

Mom and Dad left for work, and assumed that I'd go to school straight away. That wasn't the case. Still naked from my shower, I ran into my parent's room, rummaging for Mom's bondage collection. I found it. Mom had dedicated a separate section of their walk-in closet to her goodies.

I touched each item that was either hanging, or stored in the drawers. There were full-length body suits, body bags, a one-piece lightweight black harness that was a combination of a pair of tight fitting pants and a straitjacket, with buckles everywhere. There were chastity belts with and without dildos and butt plugs (I didn't know much about that stuff at the time), hoods, ball gags, handcuffs and anklecuffs, and the oddest thing, a box resembling something a magician would use to saw a person in half. There was a cutout in the top for the victim's neck, then 2 cutouts for their feet. The box was quite large and heavy. I pulled it out into the bedroom and opened it up. There was a smaller box inside. This smaller box was designed to allow arms and lefs outside the box, but kept the torso enclosed within.

The large box was very intimidating. I thought that if I went inside there I might not get out very easily. There were heavy eyelets on each side of the box, which I figured could be used to secure the victims hands using 2 pairs of handcuffs or rope or leather straps. There was a large latch on the outside of the box which could be locked also. It was like a large suitcase to carry a person.

I was just about to look at the smaller box, when I heard the front door of the house slam shut. It was Mom, she was pent up from the prior day's activities and wanted relief.

";I knew you'd do this, that you'd look for my collection. That's OK. We'll explore it together. ";

";Mom, where did you get all this stuff from, and what's this for, and have you used all of this on yourself?";

";So many questions. . . "; With that, Mom had picked up a ball-gag and inserted it into my mouth. The gag had straps that went behind my head and pulled the ball deeply into my mouth. There was a strap that ran over my nose over my head and buckled behind my head, finally there was a chin strap that kept me from opening my mouth. Did I mention that it was padlocked on my head?

";Let's see. I think this will be fun. "; Mom pulled out the full-body straitjacket from the closed and unbuckled it. She held it open for me to step into. I was still naked, but didn't dare protest. I held the straitjacket and gently stepped into the back, pulling on pant leg on, then stepping into the other pant leg, pulling it on. The pant legs were tight and constraining, but the material was lightweight and a bit flexible - almost like a spandex. I pulled the jacket over my hips, and noticed the crotch was stiff as the waist of the pant/jacket rose to my hips. So far, it felt like a tight fitting pair of pants.

Mom held the jacket open for me to put my arms into. I inserted my right, then my left arms into their respective sleeves, and it felt strange not to have my hands come through the sleeves. Mom pushed the jacket toward my body as I put my arms into the sleeves, then stepped behind me to pull the jacket around my back. I let my arms hang at their sides as Mom sealed me into the jacket. She began buckling at my waist, then my midsection, pulling the jacket tightly across my stomach. My tits were firming up at the sensations, and after she buckled the strap running under my tits, they were prominent, like they were on a shelf. She buckled another strap at my shoulders, then buckled a collar on me, which was built into the jacket.

";There, you look great. "; Mom said eyeing me like a piece of sexual meat.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and did look hot. Like Michelle Pfeiffer from that Batman movie - all in tight black shiny catsuit.

";OK, let's finish you up. Cross your right arm over your left and give yourself a big hug!"; I did as Mom directed and almost immediately did I get the implication. Mom pulled the straps at the end of each sleeve through the loops at my waist and buckled them tightly behind my back. I couldn't move my arms and was unable to bring them over my head as well!

";Ok, you're just about done. Now for the crotchstrap. "; Mom began pulling at my waist and I could feel the jacket constricting my pussy, until my clit was beginning to throb. The jacket had a built in chastity belt!

";Now what do you think? There's many a time I just layed in bed like that - usually with a hood and ankle cuffs, trying to escape or even to get off! In fact, let's see how you do. You really didn't do well with the handcuffs yesterday, but today's another day.

Mom pulled a different hood over my head. This one had a built in gag. She buckled it up in the back. I was standing, wrapped up like a cocoon blinded by another hood, unable to do a thing.

I felt hands at my ankles. ";I don't want you wandering too far bound up like this, you're liable to hurt yourself. "; Mom had snapped ankle cuffs on me, the kind that are linked together by about 16 inches of chain. I was unable to get free, and the strap between my legs was beginning to take effect.

I was standing, wriggling my body, trying to find an angle so that I could get some relief and release, but it was futile. The straitjacket kept me from touching my pussy and all my tugging and pulling wasn't enough to drive the strap running between my legs to ignite an orgasm. There was a dull throbbing between my legs, like an imminent orgasm, but nothing more.

The frustration was getting to me. I tried to kneel down, but fell onto Mom's bed, then rolled off onto the floor. I was lying on my back, bucking my hips, trying to get leverage into that pussy strap, but still no luck.

I was breathing heavy, the hood taking it's toll on me - the struggling weakened me and I was feeling tired and beaten.

As I lay on the floor, I heard Mom rumage through her toy chest, then heard handcuffs snapping on, then the sound of a vibrator and her beginning to moan.

Mom was masturbating while watching me struggle! <to be continued. . . > Kristine's Diary, Chapter 4 MOM'S STRAITJACKET

I was struggling in Mom's full-body straitjacket, the strap of the chastity belt was providing enough pressure to be overly stimluating, but not enought to get me off. The jacket was snug, and I was bucking, pulling my arms, rolling on the floor trying to come.

Mom was using a vibrator on herself - I heard her moaning, though I still was wearing the leather hood and was unable to see.

";Ohh, there, there, ahh. "; It was Mom cumming. ";Thanks. I needed that release. However, I think I'll leave you to the straitjacket while I go to work. I hope you don't have any tests at school today because you'll miss them. Ha. ";

I could hear Mom tidying up her bedroom, closing the big body trunk and sliding it into the closet. The closet door was closed. Mom took some other items and said, ";I'll be home early today to let you out. Try not to get into too much trouble. ";

Mom came over to me and grabbed the leather hood. With a quick snap, I was blinded by room light. She had removed the eye covering from the hood so I could see, though I was still gagged. ";See you later. ";

I looked down at myself. My arms were strapped tightly around my waist, and my tits were bulging in the jacket. The leather pants were snug around my thighs and calfs, and my feet were bare, except for the steel ankle cuffs I was wearing. Did I mention that they had a 16"; chain running between them. I figured I could walk, but not run.

I sat up, and tried to get to my knees, but it was difficult without use of my arms, and I couldn't spread my legs to get my balance. Finally, I used the bed for support and wriggled to an upright position, then was able to stand. Even though I could see, with the hood and collar on, my view was limited to straight ahead. I couldn't bend my neck to look down at the floor, and it was difficult to look from side to side.

As I stood in place, I let my body become very relaxed. I could feel my arms imprisoned in the smooth, thin leather straitjacket, my tits caressed and pressed as well, the strap running between my legs, over my clit, crushing it teasingly. I felt an orgasm coming as I wriggled ever so slowly in my straitjacket. It continued to build and I spread my legs so that the leather strap could press deeper against my clit. It built and built, until I couldn't take any more, and fell back onto the bed, my chained feet in the air, my ass bucking and my arms pulling on the jacket.

I came with full force, and screamed into the gag - not a sound was heard. I screamed and screamed as a tremendous orgasm ripped through my pussy. I could feel my juices running down my ass, pooling near my asshole. The feeling was tingly, and I wanted to rub myself, but couldn't. With a wet pussy and ass, and no way to clean myself, I sat up in bed and proceeded to wiggle my ass on the bed, hoping to dry it up. It didn't work too well. I figured that if I got up and walked around that might help matters. I slid to the edge of the bed, and planted both feet on the floor. I was still dizzy from the orgasm, but was able to manage. I took small steps, as much as the chains would allow, and began to move from my Mom's bedroom to my room.

";Where would I go?"; I thought to myself. I went to my bedroom, and looked at the clock - it was only 10:30 am, still early and Mom wouldn't be home for hours. I had to do something. I couldn't stay in the straitjacket all day - what if I had to go to the bathroom or something?

Unfortunately, I couldn't communicate, or get free for that matter, the jacket was too well designed, and I'd need some assistance to get it off. I thought of just laying on the bed and getting some sleep, but my pussy juices were starting to drive me crazy. I wanted so badly to wipe myself clean, and was totally frustrated that I couldn't.

I slowly walked from my bedroom and thought of going downstairs to the living room. I thought that if I sat on the armrest of one of the large sofas then I might be able wipe my pussy enough to make it more comfortable.

The problem was getting downstairs in such heavy bondage. I got near to the top of the stairs and leaned against the wall. Using the wall I slowly sat down on the floor. I started to go down the stairs on my ass, using my chained feet to guide my speed down the stairs. It took a while and my ass took a pounding sliding from step to step, but in the end it worked.

I was now in the living room.

I walked to the large sofa, and straddled the large, padded arm. My pussy was still very wet, and when I put my body weight into the arm, it felt great. I hugged myself, pulling and hugging the jacket straps while I pressed up and down into the arm of the sofa. Sure enough, I was doing too good of a job. . . the combination of wetness, the leather strap running against my clit, and the padded sofa arm caused another orgasm to build, quickly at that, and it hit before I was prepared. I screamed and fell off the couch, landing on my back side.

Just then I heard the front door open.

";Kristine, are you up there?";

";Oh shit!";, I thought, while still cumming. ";It's DAD!";

The Redemption Ball

"I know I was wrong, but you know I can't afford to pay off
the judgment. What can I do to make amends and work again?"
"Chrissy, no one in town is willing to take a chance with
you again. NO ONE! You're a fine actress--a GREAT actress. But
you're simply too big a pain in the ass."
Mel Iberson was sitting across the huge office desk from
Chrissandra Melrose, known in the business as "Chrissy," one of
the biggest stars in Hollywood. A stunning blonde, she was
another Marilyn, but about twenty pounds lighter and with assets
like you wouldn't believe. She had been the brightest star on
the Hollywood sky, with seven roles to her credit, two of them
resulting in academy nominations. In the earlier days of her
career, she and Iberson had had a brief tryst, but it ended
quickly as she moved up the ladder of stardom, and no longer felt
she needed Iberson's casting couch. She soon revealed her true
colors. She was a consummate tease, and a real bitch, spelled in
all capital letters. The string of "perks" in her contracts was
growing exponentially, and her unpredictable behavior added up to
millions in cost overruns on every picture she had made. Her
last picture was with Iberson's studio. Halfway through the
shooting, Iberson and his studio had had enough. He sued--and
won fifty million dollars in damages from her. Both her career
and finances were ruined. No producer in Hollywood would give
her another chance. She was simply too risky and, for the
moment, was also a laughing stock. Now she was sitting in
Iberson's office with her attorney, Jason Roberts, in an attempt
to make amends. Iberson wasn't buying.
Her attitude was visible in what she wore. Iberson could
not help but notice that she wore a white cashmere sweater and no
bra. Her magnificent breasts filled the sweater nicely,
separating the knitted threads just enough to get a hint of pink
flesh and rosy nipples. Her skirt was about six inches below her
pussy, which Iberson knew was as blonde as the hair on her head.
She made no attempt to pull her skirt down as she sat, but her
legs were kept respectfully--no--denyingly--crossed.
"There must be SOMETHING I can do to change things!" Chrissy
wailed.
"You're too much of a control freak," said Iberson. "Until
you convince everyone that you can work within the bounds set by
the producer and director, and until you convince everyone that
you have some respect for others, you won't get a job. And,
incidentally, you owe me fifty million dollars."
"I can't pay. What do I do?" Chrissy held her head in her
hands, truly sobbing.
Mel looked at Chrissy's attorney. They looked at one
another knowingly, and Roberts winked at Iberson.
Mel, what about that new project I heard you were working
on?" said Roberts, slyly.
Chrissy looked up. "What new project? What is it?"
"It wouldn't be right for Chrissy," said Iberson. "It would
require her to do everything she won't do."
"Like what?" asked Chrissy, almost pleadingly.
"Well, it's a movie version of all three of the "Beauty"
stories by Anne Rice. It is about what happens after the prince
awakens Sleeping Beauty. Sort of a sequel to the fairy tale."
"It sounds great!" said Chrissy, exuberantly. What would I
have to do to star in it?!" she asked.
"I don't think you understand, Chrissy. The heroine is made
a sex slave by her new husband. She is led bound and naked
through the countryside, is screwed by more men than just her
husband, is publicly punished, and has to endure a host of
other indignities. It isn't your kind of movie."
"You're absolutely right!" said Chrissy, indignantly. She
quickly was reverting to her old attitudes. You know I don't do
nude scenes! And to be nude and bound--WELL--You're right. It
just isn't my kind of film!"
"Then I guess you and I have nothing further to discuss,
Chrissy," said Iberson, rising from his chair and offering his
hand in a farewell gesture.
There was a long silence in the room. Nobody said a word.
Both Roberts and Iberson stared at Chrissy. She quickly realized
what she had done.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Chrissy finally said.
"Yep, you did," said Iberson. "I know it isn't your kind of
film, Chrissy. But, on the other hand, if you did it, and did it
well, what better proof could you have that you had changed?"
"OK, I'll give it a try," said Chrissy.
"Not good enough, Chrissy. You have to decide now whether
you are committed to do this or not. We already have five
actresses who are excited about the part, and we are weeding the
list tomorrow. But if you pass the audition and still want it,
it's yours."
"What audition?"
"Well, we'll need some evidence that you're serious."
"What evidence!? I've told you I'll do it. Isn't that
enough?"
"No, frankly, it isn't. Before I invest millions in you
again, I need to know you won't back out a week into the
shooting."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. Her hands were
clasped in her lap, her knees together, and her head was down.
Iberson had never seen her so submissive before. He and Roberts
winked at each other again.
"Every year there is an underground party given by most of
the Hollywood producers and their guests. Identities are
disguised so the guest of honor cannot recognize anyone in
particular. At this party, the wayward star is a guest of honor.
The star is given the opportunity to repent, and be re-admitted
back into the fold. The star's punishment is appropriate to the
offense he or she has committed on the Hollywood establishment.
I am in charge of the selection of the guest of honor this year.
We never have a shortage of potential candidates for the guest of
honor role, but I believe everyone would be most interested in
seeing you receive the honor this year. In order to get this
part, you must agree to be the guest of honor and be punished in
front of the other producers and their guests. We call it The
Redemption Ball."
"Just what will that entail?" Chrissy asked, still meek.
"Well, I won't tell you everything, but I will tell you
this. The part which you want requires public nudity, bondage,
and punishment and humiliation. You may consider this party the
audition for the part. You will be picked up by my limousine and
taken to the site of the party. You will be presented to the
assemblage for your punishment. Everyone producer in Hollywood,
and a few other people, will see how beautiful you truly are.
Before the night is over, they will also see how wonderful your
acting truly is--except you won't really be acting. You will be
punished and tormented. It will be a true test of your new
image, and whether you can do this part or not."
"I'll just ask you straight out. Will I be naked?"
"That is up to you. No one will touch you where you are
covered. Whether or not you are naked will be up to you."
"Will I be bound?"
"Yes, and occasionally gagged and blindfolded. It is
intended to be both an audition and a punishment. You may find
that you enjoy it, but that is really not the purpose of the
audition."
"Will there be sex?"
"I don't know what you mean Chrissy. Ask me directly what
you want to know."
Chrissy looked up, straight into Mel Iberson's eyes. "Will
I be tied up and fucked in front of everybody?"
"First, that would require nudity, and I've already told you
that that is largely your decision. However, would how
specifically I answered that make a difference in your decision,
Chrissy?" asked Iberson.
"I-I guess n-not," said Chrissy, her eyes again reverting to
their gaze at her lap. She never got an answer to the question.
Then she looked at Roberts and asked, "Is this legal?"
"No, but who's going to file a complaint? Who can prove any
of this? Are you being forced to comply with a condition? If
any of this gets out, will your debt no longer be owed? Will you
be able to work again by exposing every producer in Hollywood in
this redemption ceremony? Think about it, Chrissy. You've been
given a real opportunity here, unorthodox as it may be."
"I-I guess there is no other choice. I'll do it."
"Good," said Iberson. "The party will be two weeks from
tonight. My driver will pick you up in my limousine at 7:00 p.m.
sharp. You will wear nothing during the day that day. When you
dress for the party, you will wear only what you receive from me
the day before. Bring everything with you that you receive,
including the case containing the clothing. Any questions?"
asked Iberson.
"No, I guess not," said Chrissy, her eyes still diverted
downward. "I'll be there."
The day before the two weeks was up, a plain black suitcase
arrived at Chrissy's home delivered by Iberson's driver. On
opening the suitcase, Chrissy found a simple sleeveless black
dress and a pair of black pumps with 3" heels. In addition was a
black blindfold, a black ball gag, a pair of black fur-lined
handcuffs and key, a black leather collar, and a leash. The
collar was black leather, with a ring attached in both front and
back. Chrissy couldn't figure out the reason for the rear ring.
The front was obviously for the leash. The dress was cut on an
A-line motif, which meant that it would fit loosely. The wide
shoulder straps snapped to the front of the bodice, and a zipper
ran the entire length of the front of the dress. There was also
an ominous-looking douche and enema included. The instructions
accompanying the dress read as follows:

'Don't forget, Chrissy. Tomorrow, you are to wear
nothing all day. We don't want any red lines or clothing
marks on your body. You may put on the dress and heels no
earlier than 6:30 tomorrow night. Make sure your evening
toilette routine is completed before then, including the use
of the accompanying douche and enema bottles. Empty the
suitcase on the bed. Open the handcuffs and place the key
in the empty suitcase. Place the empty suitcase next to the
door and leave the door unlocked. Return to the bedroom and
put on the dress. After putting on the dress, put on the
collar and attach the leash to the front of the collar.
Place the open handcuffs in your lap. Put on the gag and
blindfold in that order. Finally, handcuff your hands
behind your back and wait for the driver to arrive to take
you to the Ball. I want you to get the feel of the role
early.'

Chrissy took out the dress and hung it in the closet. She
placed the suitcase in the closet until tomorrow, and headed for
the wine. She needed a drink.
The following day, Chrissy stayed in the house, nude, and
more than a bit apprehensive. Most of her day was filled with
the usual second-thoughts about what she was about to do. Try as
she might, she could think of no alternatives to going through
with Iberson's demands.
At 6:00 p.m., Chrissy used the douche and enema, showered,
and put on her usual make-up. A little after 6:30, she emptied
the contents of the suitcase on the bed and placed the empty
suitcase next to the front door, unlocking the door just before
returning to the bedroom. First, she donned the dress. It was
short, VERY short, just barely covering the cheeks of her ass.
The heels made her appear even more risqu . She sighed, and put
on the collar, attaching the leash to the front. Next, she put
the handcuffs in her lap, making sure they were opened wide, and
she put on the gag. The blindfold was next. The last item was
the handcuffs. She knew that if they went on, there would be no
recourse. She snapped the cuff shut on one wrist. Placing her
hands behind her back, she sighed, and felt the cuff tighten as
it snapped on her other wrist. Now she knew true helplessness.
She could only sit and wait in darkness for the driver to take
her to her fate.
It wasn't long before she heard the front door open. She
stiffened. Then she heard soft footsteps across the carpet in
the bedroom.
"Ms. Melrose, I presume. Come with me, madam." Chrissy
felt a gentle tug on her leash. She arose and followed the
voice, presumably that of the chauffeur. She was more than a
little embarrassed to be "handled" by a stranger dressed as she
was. Blindfolded, she couldn't tell if the skirt was covering
her pussy and ass or not. But regardless, she could do little
about it. Likewise, she couldn't tell if anyone saw her being
placed into the back seat of the car. The ride was rather long,
and the leather seats were cold against her bare ass. Chrissy
couldn't tell if the windows were tinted or not. She had no
choice but to let people look if she was visible. The
possibility of being seen in such a predicament would be little
embarrassment compared with what she knew she would experience
before the night was over!! Finally, the limo pulled into a
driveway and stopped. Chrissy was led into a house. When the
blindfold was finally removed, she found herself in an ornate
bedroom in front of Mel Iberson and a maid. She was still gagged
and bound.
"Good evening, Chrissy," said Iberson. "I assume you had a
pleasant journey. You have followed my instructions perfectly,
or so it would seem. But we must now make sure. Janie, please
remove Ms. Iberson's dress."
Janie moved toward Chrissy, who recoiled immediately.
"Now, Chrissy. Do you want to back out? Think of the
consequences!"
Iberson remembered full well the trim figure, the firm,
pointed breasts with their large, full areolae, the flat belly,
the wet pussy surrounded by a small tuft of blond hair, and the
trim, smooth legs. He remembered her legs did not quite meet at
the top, leaving her entire sex completely visible and available.
Her pussy lips always stayed partly parted, constantly revealing
her clit which, when excited, extruded from its covering hood to
be a quite prominently displayed feature! It had been a very
long time for Iberson, indeed. And she realized he remembered!
Chrissy regained her composure, and stood erect, legs slightly
apart.
Janie approached again and unzipped the zipper all the way
down. The dress parted, revealing Chrissy's rather pouty pussy
and clit. Next Janie unsnapped both shoulder straps, and the
dress fell to the floor. Chrissandra Melrose stood majestically
stark naked!! Iberson could tell that she was already excited,
whether her mind was ready to accept it or not. She could not
help but notice Iberson's licking his lips and staring rather
obviously at her charms. She blushed in shame and embarrassment.
"We need to rearrange your arms, dear. Janie, unlock her
wrists, please."
Janie unlocked Chrissy's wrists and removed the cuffs. She
"Please raise your arms, and place your wrists behind your
collar, ma'am," Janie requested politely, but unmistakenly
firmly.
Chrissy complied, and her wrists were reattached with
padlocks to the rear ring of her collar. Next, a short bar was
placed between her elbows and her neck, and was also attached to
the collar with a padlock by a small ring welded into the center
of the bar. The net effect was that Chrissy's arms were held
raised and well back, forcing her to keep her magnificent breasts
well out in front in a most prominent position, and available for
viewing or manipulation. She was well aware of the view she
presented!
"The new garment, please, Janie. You know how to arrange
it."
Janie placed a silk wisp of a dress around Chrissy. It was
strapless, covering her from the top of her breasts to halfway
between her pussy and knees. It was sort of a silk sarong, and
had a single tie at the top of the left side. She was open on
the left side, but otherwise appropriately covered.
"Remember, Janie, just one loop on the tie," said Iberson.
Janie nodded. Chrissy looked puzzled.
"I told you it would be your decision whether or not you
would be naked, but that you would not be presented to the guests
that way. You are covered. However, your "dress" has only one
loop in the side tie. You will be required to walk among the
guests. If you walk very carefully, it will stay tied. If not,
well, it may well come untied, and fall. The guests are not
allowed to touch you anywhere you are covered. However, anyone
and everyone is allowed to touch and fondle you in any manner he
or she sees fit where you are not covered. They may dance with
you or not, as they may desire. Portions of your uncovered body,
whatever they may be, are considered the public property of the
guests. If the dress falls, there will be no restrictions on
where or how or for how long any part of your body may be
fondled. Remember, your career is in their hands tonight, no pun
intended. Now you are ready to be presented to the guests. We
have kept them waiting long enough."
Chrissy now realized that it really wasn't any choice
whether or not she would eventually be nude in front of the
members and guests. She could only somewhat control how long it
would take to become that way! The intent was obvious. There
was no way the dress tie would hold for long if she moved at all.
And she had no choice whether or not to move among the members
and guests!! Chrissy shuddered and swallowed as hard as the gag
would allow as Iberson picked up the leash and gave her a gentle
tug toward the bedroom door. Chrissy followed, walking very
carefully. Janie stepped forward to hold the side tie closed as
Chrissy and Iberson stepped from the bedroom and went down a long
hallway toward an increasing murmur of the assemblage. Chrissy
was stopped short of a large door and turned around so she could
not see as Iberson opened it and reclosed it again. She heard
him address the guests as their murmuring quieted.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all
enjoying yourselves this evening. As the chairman of the
selection committee, it gives me the greatest pleasure, as most
of you can imagine, to present our special guest for this year's
Redemption Ball. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the one and
only, Miss Chrissy Melrose!"
At the announcement, Chrissy was turned toward the door as
it opened, and was led into the room by Janie, still holding the
side tie intact. Janie handed the leash to Iberson, let go of
the side tie, and abruptly left, closing the door behind her.
The guests applauded. Chrissy tried to recognize everyone, but
they all had masks which completely covered their faces except
for their eyes. There were probably 150 members and guests in
the room! Everyone was in formal attire, tuxedos and ball gowns.
It looked like a Mardi-gras party.
"We shall begin with the evening's festivities. For the
first part of the entertainment, Miss Melrose will circulate
among you, as is the custom."
Iberson unhooked the leash, and gently pushed Chrissy out
into the floor among the guests. They parted slightly so Chrissy
could walk. As she walked around the room, she could feel the
tie slip slightly. She tried to walk carefully, but her high
heels made it difficult. Then, about halfway around the room,
someone touched her right arm, and slid his finger slowly down
into her armpit. It TICKLED!! She quickly squirmed away, the
tie loosening a bit more. Then someone stopped her, holding the
bar so she could not move. Someone else slid a finger across her
left armpit, and down her exposed left side across the side of
her breast and across the side of her ribs. Not being able to
move away from the finger, Chrissy reflexly squirmed even more,
loosening the tie further. She felt the "dress" begin to slip.
She was released and made to walk again. Within about five
steps, Chrissy felt the tie come undone. With her arms bound
high as they were, there was no defense. In one movement, the
dress fell in a flutter around her feet. With the exception of
her heels and bonds, Chrissy Iberson, the penitent star, was
totally naked before the assembled members and guests!!
Chrissy had no choice but to continue to walk. She was
mortified with shame as the guests applauded and cheered. She
heard numerous comments like, "Can't wait to dance with that!"
and "How'd you like to suck those!" Chrissy knew what was in
store for her, at least part of it. She swallowed again as much
as the gag would allow, and marched on.
The music started. For the first time, Chrissy noticed the
combo orchestra at the side of the room as it began to play. It
took only an instant for the first member to take her naked body
in his arms and begin to dance. Couples everywhere began to
dance, but most of the eyes, male and female alike, were on
Chrissy and her partner.
The purpose of the Ball was to embarrass and humiliate
Chrissy. The males obviously would derive some sexual pleasure
from her humiliation, and perhaps some of the females were
lesbian as well, or at least bi. But the primary purpose was to
see this haughty bitch brought to her knees. To this end, the
party was going very well, indeed. And for this reason, no
female guest would object to her husband's dancing and fondling
Chrissy. In fact, they would encourage and welcome their
contributing to her debasement.
Chrissy's first partner didn't waste any time in continuing
her humiliation. She felt his hands across her back, stroking
gently. She could feel his hardness against her right thigh.
Then his right hand groped her left breast, and pinched her
nipple. Chrissy attempted to draw back, but he held her fast
against him with his left hand behind her back. He leaned down
and began to suckle her left breast as his right hand continued
downward to nestle itself among her pubic curls. His finger slid
between her pussy lips and began to flick her clit, then moved on
to bury itself deeply into her moist vagina. It slid in and out,
back and forth across the rapidly swelling clit. Being able to
see that everyone was watching, Chrissy was dying of
embarrassment!! She could not help but respond to the rapidly
moving torment, and was soon gyrating her hips and breathing
rapidly around, and moaning softly into, her gag. Just as she
felt the swelling climax, she was abruptly passed on to another
partner.
This time, her partner's right hand tickled her left ribs
and breast unmercifully! Chrissy squirmed in an attempt to get
away, but to no avail. She was held fast, and had to endure the
bizarre torment.
The next partner again slid his right hand to her pussy, and
again the finger went into the vagina. But he didn't move
either. He held her fast with his finger buried to the hilt.
Then, to her mortification, she felt a finger on his left hand
move between her buttocks, tickling her asshole!!. This finger
moved on to wet itself in her vaginal juices before returning to
her ass. She felt it enter her puckered hole slowly and
maddeningly! He moved to the side, so that all the guests had an
unobstructed view of his right hand finger in her pussy and his
left hand finger in her ass. He continued to make her move
rhythmically to the music. Again, just as she felt a swelling
climax, the partner withdrew and left her to another.
This time, Chrissy felt her partner from behind. He was
NAKED!! In her embarrassment, Chrissy had not noticed that most
of the guests, male and female, had removed their clothing,
except for their masks!! She felt her partner's hard cock
between her buttocks as he fondled both breasts and moved down to
her pussy. He continued to have her "ride" his cock to the music
as he moved his hands from spreading her pussy wide and flicking
her clit, upward across her belly tickling her abdomen and ribs,
to fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples! He never
entered her ass with his cock, and she was soon passed on.
Her next partner was a woman!! Chrissy was no lesbian, and
had never made love to a woman--had never even considered it!!
But now she had no choice but to allow herself to be fondled by a
member of the same sex!! The woman kissed her breasts and moved
down to kiss her abdomen. She continued down as Chrissy reflexly
stepped back into the naked body of another man! He reached
around and held her fast by her breasts.
"Spread your legs, Chrissy, and continue to move to the
music!" he commanded, whispering into Chrissy's ear. Chrissy did
not spread her legs. "Spread 'em, or we'll spread them for you!"
he commanded once again, more forcefully!
Chrissy complied, feeling a renewed rush of embarrassment
fill her face and body. By now she felt all tits and clit. Her
inner pussy lips were very engorged, spreading her equally
swollen outer pussy lips and exposing her clit fully. Her clit
was standing at full erection, testing the limits of its
constraining hood to the maximum. Her inner pussy lips were also
parted because of their swollen condition, and the inner pink
lining of her vagina was clearly visible. Now all this was
available to the dancing tongue of her first woman lover!!
Although she was completely humiliated, Chrissy found the woman's
tongue to be talented, indeed. It wasn't long before Chrissy
felt the familiar swell of a climax, but again, she was denied
release by being passed on to a new partner.
This time it was a male again, from the front. He was
naked. Chrissy was made to ride his organ as they danced. He
did not enter her, but the friction against her engorged and
exposed clit drove her wild. She gyrated disgustingly and
unashamedly as he slid in and out against the nub. Again, she
was passed on before the release of a climax could be realized.
Chrissy was near the point of begging for release. She was
completely and overwhelmingly sexually excited!! She had lost
most of her inhibitions by now, as if she had a choice! But she
also trembled at the thought of climaxing in front of everyone.
She knew full well how she acted with complete abandon when she
had a hard climax, and realized how humiliating it would be to do
it while bound and on full display as she was! She also realized
that eventually she would be forced into a hard, humiliating
climax tonight, but it would be when they pleased, not when she
pleased!!
The dancing continued on for about an hour. Chrissy was
manhandled in every possible way by both men and women, except no
one entered her pussy or ass with sex organs. Fingers and
tongues, however, were plentiful. She was kept constantly on the
brink of climax, but never allowed to actually reach the
pinnacle. Then, the music abruptly stopped.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I believe Chrissy has received
enough pleasure for the evening. I suggest we move on to her
punishment," she heard Iberson say. Everyone clapped, and
Chrissy was removed to an adjoining room. Everyone followed.
The central point in the new room was a small stage, about
two feet high and only large enough to accommodate a strange
looking set of devices. There was a sort of small bench arranged
like a cross, with the center section rather wide and short
compared to the cross piece. About three feet out from the
center section stood two poles about three feet apart. The bench
was supported by a single post in the center, and a post at
either end of the crosspiece. The bench support post seemed to
have some adjustment device at its base which would allow it to
be moved closer or further away from the poles by about a foot
either way. Another device allowed the supporting posts to be
raised or lowered, and the center post also could be tilted front
to back. The cross was well padded and covered with a cloth
material. The poles were padded as well, covered in similar
material. There was a short piece above the center section as
well. It seemed to be attached to the cross piece by a hinge
device allowing it to be raised or lowered. There was one strap
on the headpiece and numerous straps on the cross piece. A
strange wire-looking device was attached by a swivel hinge to
either side of the headpiece.



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Resigned to her fate, Chrissy allowed herself to be led to
the device. She was held fast by two male members, and her
handcuffs were removed. She was placed on her back on the padded
bench, arms stretched wide apart on the cross piece. She found
that the center section came down only to just below her shoulder
blades, leaving her ass and lower back unsupported. She had to
bend her knees and plant her feet firmly on the floor in order to
relieve the pressure on her lower back. Chrissy's arms were
strapped at numerous points to the cross piece, but the most
ominous fixation was that her wrists were encircled with cuffs
and bound tightly to the ends of the crosspiece with a padlock.
She could not move her arms at all. Consequently, she could not
twist her body side to side much, either. A single strap was
placed across her forehead to keep her head fixed as well. Next,
Chrissy's legs were parted and strapped to the opposing upright
posts at the knee and ankle.
Some adjustments were now in order. The bench was lowered a
bit to make Chrissy's body slightly lower than her knees. Then a
crank was turned to cause Chrissy's body to be raised slightly
with respect to her arms. The entire bench was tilted slightly
so that Chrissy's head was slightly lower than her ass. This
increased the pressure on her back, causing her to have to keep
her ass raised slightly, but not as much as she could manage, at
all times.
There was no part of Chrissy that was not now on full
display to the assembly. Although she could not look down,
Chrissy was fully aware of the spectacle she presented! She knew
her pussy was gaping and dripping by now. She could feel the
stimulation of the cool room air on her protruding clit! Her
asshole was no better hidden! Her tits were taught by the
downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention
begging for torment. Her belly and ribs were equally taught and
available. Even the insides of her thighs and her asshole were
available and visible for the whims of the members. Chrissy had
never felt so humiliated and vulnerable--or terrified of what was
about to happen!
"Now, Chrissy, we are going to remove your gag and
blindfold. We want to be able to hear you scream. The
anticipation of what is to come as you see it will add to the
effect," she heard Iberson say. As promised, her gag and
blindfold were removed.
Finally, Chrissy's head was angled backward, causing her to
look at the wall behind her. However, she was not allowed
complete freedom of her mouth. The wire-looking device was
brought up from either side of the headpiece and adjusted so that
it held a bite block firmly fixed between Chrissy's teeth on
either side well back between her molars. The effect was that
Chrissy could open her mouth, but when she tried to close it, her
teeth would go no further than about an inch apart. Her lips and
tongue were unobstructed. Swallowing was difficult, and Chrissy
began to drool slightly.
Iberson continued, "Now, ladies and gentlemen. The Master
of the Punishment Ceremonies for the evening. When Chrissy began
to be a rather difficult star, she not only brought herself down,
she also brought down another promising and rising young star.
This young man got the blame for many of the ridiculous demands
of Miss Melrose, and, subsequently, suffered the consequences of
her demands which were not of his making. Therefore, I suggest
that he is the perfect Master of Punishment Ceremonies, and I
would also suggest that he be restored to the good graces of the
Hollywood establishment. I give you Ms. Iberson's former
husband, Ted t on the dress in which she came. Iberson and Richardson
entered the room.
"Well, Chrissy, the members have voted to give you another
chance, with two conditions."
Chrissy hung her head low. She was grateful for the chance,
but waited with some fear to hear the conditions.
"First, you will live with and become Ted Richardson's slave
in real life. Second, you will star in any movie I decide for
the next ten years. For this you will be handsomely paid. Your
attorney and I will work out the details. The first movie will
be the Beauty Series I mentioned earlier. The script will be
available at my office tomorrow. Needless to say, your fans will
have a completely new perspective on your talents after the movie
is released.
Chrissy knew she was hooked--on working--and on the role she
would be playing in real life from now on.

Carole Tests Her Bondage

"How did I get myself into this mess?" Carole asked herself. She again tested
the rope that held her wrists together. Even the ropes that secured them
behind her head and to the chair back wouldn't give a fraction of an inch.
The ropes that bound her ankles and legs together didn't give either, and her
legs secured to the support bar of the chair kept her feet immobile. Other
than moving her head, she was completely immobile.

"If I hadn't been so damn arrogant and stubborn, I wouldn't be here. Me and
my big mouth." That problem was solved by the wadded cloth in her mouth and
the wide black tape over her lips.

"I hope he didn't leave or something." she thought to herself. "It must be
past six o'clock now."

The fact was on Friday's, nobody stays much past five, especially the
warehouse crew. Except for herself and her capture Keith, the building was
empty. Even if someone was in the building, the gag prevent anyone from hear
her make her muffled grunts and groans.

"This is hopeless!" She thought to herself. "He's got me tied so tight, I
can't move at all. Man, does he ties tight knots. I can't even reach any
important ones. I guess I just got to wait for him to come back. I hope it's
soon. My arms are getting tired."

She began to review how she would up like this. It seemed simple enough, but
what a strange result happened.

Eariler that morning, she went down to the warehouse, with a stack of orders
that needed to get out today. When she gave them to Keith, he was less than
thrilled.

'Why does everybody wait till Friday to get there orders out. Good luck
filling all these by five o'clock.'

'What's the matter?' she teased. 'Can't you boys handle it?'

'Hey, we can handle anything, anytime.' Keith was in no mode for jokes or
teasing. 'A lot more that you soft office people type.'

'I can handle anything that comes my way, a lot more than you.'

Keith was just in the right mood for a smart remark like that.

'You think so, huh. More than I can give you?'

'Of course. Lots more.' she responded, never expecting him to call her bluff.
She turned to walk away when he asked the question.

'Want to put it to the test, or are you just all talk?'

Now she was stuck. If she didn't respond, maybe she could just pretend she
didn't hear him and just keep going.

No, there's no way she could pull that off. He said it to loud and clear.
That would just as bad as saying no. With that option, he would consider her
a fake and a big mouth. Maybe, he was bluffing.

'Anytime you want.' she said. Maybe he might back down. Instead he stepped
from behind his desk and over to her.

'Then come down after work and we'll put it to the test.' he said quietly, but
with a strait face.

'We'll see.' she said as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Throughout the day, she wondered what was going to happen that night. She had
to go down. Pride wouldn't let her just forget it and go home without
finishing the challenge.

She came to the conclusion that this was going to be just a bad attempt to get
into her panties. That would be easy enough to get out of. Just say no. He
can't refuse that. Best of all, it's not a challenge, but just a pass, and a
bad one at that.

The day wore on until it was finally five o'clock. The other office people
took off like it was a race. Carole waited a few minutes, waiting for the
office to clear. She grabbed her purse and headed down.

'I'll just go down and get this over with.' she thought as she walked down the
steps. 'Shouldn't take more than a few minutes.'

She got down to the warehouse. The place seemed empty, with only a few
fixtures lighting the place. She went over to Keith's desk. He was still
there, waiting.

'About time.' he said looking up from his paper work.

'Don't you like waiting?' she replied.

'Actually, I'm surprised you came at all. I figured you'd duck out, or at
lease bring someone with you.'

'I can take care of myself, thank you.' she responded coldly.

'Oooh, well arn't we tough. We'll see about that.' Keith said as he put his
pencil down.

'Look, if this is some lame brain attempt to screw me, you can just forget it.
I'm not easy or cheap.'

'Don't worry. It's not as simple as that.' he responded. 'This is a test of
your endurance, how much you can handle, remember?'

'Yeah, I remember.' she said, putting on her tough act again. 'And it still
goes. Anything you can give out.'

'Then let's find out.' he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk.
'Sit down, make yourself comfortable.' Keith said as he motioned to the chair
in front of the desk.

Carole sat down and placed her purse beside the chair. Keith pulled several
bundles of rope out from the drawer. Carole didn't see what it was at first.
She realized it when he came out from behind the desk with his cords.

'What the hell is that?' she questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable.

'This is rope.' he replied. 'Ever see it before.'

'Of course I have. I mean, what are you doing with it?'

'I going to tie you up.' he said very simply.

'What do you mean, tie me up! What the hell....' she stammered.

'Hey, you're the one who said she could take anything. Are you changing your
mind?' he said showing her a bundle.

'No..but I didn't think you meant this. I was expecting...um..'

'What were you expecting? A quick fuck on the floor? Please give me more
credit for imagination than that.'

'Yeah...well...I never agreed to, to this.'

'What you agreed to was to take on anything I could give out. Well honey,
this...' he said holding up the rope, 'is what I'm giving you, or can't you
handle it?'

Now Carole was really stuck. It was put up or shut up time. Damned if he
couldn't be so cleaver. But damned also if he was going to get the better of
her without at least putting up some kind of challenge.

'I can handle it.' she said proudly.

'Fine.' he said with a smile. 'Then let's get started. Give me your wrists,
please.'

She looked him square in the eyes defiantly for a moment before offering up
her hands.

'Cross them at the wrists, one on top of the other.'

She did as he requested, placing her right hand over her left. In a flash, he
had tightly wound the rope and criss-crossed her wrists before knotting the
ends. After the binding, she drop her hands into her lap.

'How's that?' he said.

'That's it?' she replied, 'I could be free in a moment. Man, you stink at
this.'

'Glad to hear you think that way. Thanks for giving me the green light to
continue.'

Tricked again my his cleverness. She could have kicked herself.

Next, he took more rope and looped it around her wrist ropes. Then, stepping
behind her, he pulled her hands up and behind her head, securing the ends to
the back of the chair.

'That ought to keep those out of the way.' he said.

'Maybe, maybe not.' she replied.

He took up more rope. 'Place your feet together, flat on the floor, so your
toes and your heels are together. And press your knees and thighs together.'

She complied. Keith knelt at her feet and wound rope around her ankles. He
pulled the cord tight, pulling her ankles together. He Then took the ends and
cinched the middle of the ropes, hobbling her feet completely. He picked up
another rope and looped it around her ankles ropes, then tied the ends to the
leg supports of the chair. The end result was her feet were immobilized.

'How am I doing now?' Keith asked.

'Oh, I guess a little better.' Carole replied. Fact was, she knew she was in
trouble.

'Well, let me finish then.' Keith answered.

"What, he's not done yet?" Carole thought to herself. "What more can he do.
I can't go anywhere. I'm helpless."

She wished she didn't find out. Keith pulled out a cloth and showed it to
Carole. 'Know what it's for?'

'Oh no you don't...mmpph.'

'Oh yes I do.' he said as he placed the cloth between lips. Carole pushed it
out of her mouth with her tongue. Keith picked it up and put his face in
hers.

'Don't do that again.' he said.

Carole realized she better do what he says.

'Open your mouth!' he commanded. Carole did and the cloth went back in.


Keith turned around and went back to his desk. He opened the top desk drawer
and pulled out a roll of black tape. He came back over to her, pulled a eight
inch strip off the roll and placed it over her lips.

'That'll hold it in place now.' he said triumphal. 'Now, what else can I do.

"What else is there to do?" she thought. "What else can you do?"

'Ah, I know.' he said as he grabbed a rope and knelt in front of her. He
slowly slid her skirt up her legs, revealing her thighs.

Carole wore a black, below the knee skirt that day. Along with a white long
sleeve blouse, tan pantyhose and black, three inch high heels. Now Keith was
turning her skirt into an above the knee outfit.

'Mmph! Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' she grunted, wanting to say 'What are you doing!
Cut it out!

'Oh, don't worry.' he responded. 'You have nice legs anyway. You should ware
shorter skirts and show them off more.'

Keith coiled a rope around her thighs just above her knees. Again he cinched
the middle, just to make it extra snug. He then stood up and surveyed his
work.

He did nice work. She tugged and pulled on the ropes, but it was futile.
Carole wasn't going anywhere. Her muffled grunts attested to her efforts, but
didn't carry very far. In fact, if anyone was around, they might not even hear
her.

He also look Carole over. For the first time he realized how sexy of a woman
she was. She really did have nice legs. In fact, her whole body was nice. Nice
sized firm breasts, small waist, smooth well sized hips, and though he
couldn't see much of it, a perfect ass. She was very attractive, with green
eyes and below the shoulder curly brown hair. On the beach, in a bikini, she
would make the guy stare and bulges building in their suits.

'We'll, that will do for the moment.' he said after a moment. 'Now Miss
I-can-take-care-of-myself, is this more than you can handle?'

Carole, knowing full well that she was in over her head, defiantly shook her
head. She wasn't going to give in quickly. He was going to have to be a lot
more creative than this.

'Oh, still have your pride, hey. Well then, this just might be a very long
night for you. You just stay her for a while and think this through.' Then,
just as an after though, he reached down and opened a few buttons on her
blouse, just until her bar showed.

'Mmph. Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' again she cried. "What are you doing?"

'Makes you look more like a damsel in distress, which, by the way, you are at
the moment.'

He turned, after giving her one more look over, and disappeared into the
warehouse, leaving her alone to ponder.

"How stupid I've been." she though to herself. "Got to try and get free, so
he won't win." She tried and tried, but it was impossible. Keith had bound her
to well. She was in this for the duration, or until he tired of it.

She thought about giving in, admitting she couldn't manage this. But once
again, her pride and her curiosity wouldn't let her. She wanted to see what
was next, what else he had in store for her.

So, here Carole sits, waiting for Keith to return. She has been tied up for
over a half hour now. Not a rope or a knot has slipped a bit. On occasion,
she thought she had heard someone moving around, or moving something around.
But it faded as quick as she heard it.

"Is he ever going to come back?" she wondered.

Just then, most of the lights in the warehouse went off. Someone was still
there. Keith must be doing it. A moment later she heard footsteps coming up
from behind. She tried to turn and look, but with the shadows and her
restraints, she couldn't see much.

It was Keith. He had been doing a bit of scouting. First, through the
building, checking for employees working late. Only finding the cleaning
people working in the office, he returned to the warehouse, happy that they
wouldn't be interrupted. Next, he prospected for Carole's next test, provided
she didn't admit she was in over her head. Finding the needed spots, he
arranged a few things and thought about his next move.

From time to time, he would check in on her, making sure she was still
properly fastened down, and that she was alright. He also enjoyed watching
her, her struggles and her movements. At one point, he was so excited
watching her struggle, he thought about jerking off. But she stopped
struggling, and Keith thought it better to wait. Maybe something better might
come along.

'Well, you still think you can handle anything that comes your way.' he said
leaning over, face to face.

Carole nodded her head, fight still left in her. 'Boy, you're stubborn.' he
said. 'Well, only one thing to do.' he said as he knelt down and untied the
ropes holding her ankles to the chair.

Carole thought it might be over. Maybe he was feeling guilty about all this
and was going to just let her go.

She was wrong. After releasing her connecting rope, he moved behind her and
released the rope holding her hands behind her head. Her hands fell into her
lap.

"Man, that's better." she thought.

He let her sit there for a moment. Carole looked up at him.

"When is he going to untie the rest of 'em?" she thought. She held up her
wrists to him, asking him to do it.

'Are you saying you've had enough?' he asked.

Carole shook her head. But she wanted to be untied.

'Then we're not done yet, are we?' he said as he got her to her feet. 'Like I
said, this could be a long night.'

'Mmmpph?' Carole grunted. "This isn't over?" she thought.

'We're just going to keep going until one of us gives in and I don't plan on
giving in. I've got all weekend.' Keith said this as he was wrapping rope
around her upper body and arms, below her breasts, pinning her arms to her
body.

'Now, We can do this easy or hard.' he continued. 'Either you can hop across
the warehouse, or, if you can be a good girl, I'll untie your ankles and you
can walk. You goin'a be good?'

Carole didn't like the idea of jumping around on high heels, so she wisely
nodded her head. Keith untied the ropes around her ankles, by kept her thighs
pinned together.

They had to walk slowly. Walking with just your lower legs isn't easy.
Carole wondered if hopping would have been easier. After a few long minutes,
they finally reached their destination.

Keith led her over to a steal support column. After removing the rope from
around her torso, legs and wrists, he instructed her to stand with her back
against the post. She knew what was coming up. Tied to the post, like an
indian captive. But he had a few more surprises for her.

'Take off your blouse.' he ordered.

'Mmmph?' Carol responder with eyes wide open.

'You heard me. Take it off, or can't you handle that?'

Carole figured he would get it off of her, whether she did it or he did it
himself. She opened the remaining buttons and slid off the white blouse. At
least her bra was nice, black, lacy, not some boring cotton one. He took the
blouse and placed in on a hook behind himself. Again her turned to her.

'Now, take off your pantyhose.' he again ordered.

Carole didn't argue. She stepped out of her heels and slid off the nylons. At
least she still had on her skirt and panties. She wasn't naked, at least not
yet.

Keith took the pantyhose and placed them on the hook.

'Put your heels back on.'

Carole found that a little strange, but she did it. It took a minute, for it
was hard without something between the skin and leather. She did so, then
stood with her hands at her sides.

'Put your hands around the poll.'

Carole complied. Keith quickly bound her hands together. Then he came around
in front of her and made a single loop of rope around her ankles, then a
single lope around the poll and tied it off.

Then he came back in front of her.

'One more thing to remove.' he said with a smile. He reached behind her and
released the hook on her skirt. Carole was surprised. She didn't figure he
would do that. She fought a little, but knew she couldn't do a thing about
it. Keith slowly pulled the zipper down, then slowly slid the skirt down her
legs.

'Step out of it.' he said after he untied the ankle rope. Carole did, leaving
her left only with her matching bra, high cut bikini panties and heels.

Now the real ropes were applied. He wound rope around her torso, above and
below her breasts, at her waist, hips thighs, knees, lower legs and ankles.
All of them around her body and the poll. Within a few minutes, she was firmly
anchored to the post, a new part of the support.

Keith stepped back and look his work over. Again, all the cords were tight,
the knots firm, and her body secure. Carole couldn't move a muscle. Her tape
gag still in place, keeping her quite.

Keith pulled up a chair and sat down several feet from her. The show was
beginning. Carole struggled and strained, but without hope of freedom. Keith
watch for several minutes, enjoying.

'Well,' he said after a while, 'I'll leave you to ponder your situation. But
I'll be back.' He stood up and walked away, disappearing between the rows of
stock.

"He didn't even given me the chance to get out of this." she thought to
herself as she struggled. "Before, he offered to let call it quits, but not
this time. I wonder how long this is going to go on."

The column didn't provide much comfort. In fact, standing there, the ropes
pulling her body against the support, her arms and shoulders pulled back
making her chest stick out, her legs tied tightly together and to the column,
it was rather uncomfortable.

Her struggles were worthless. She couldn't get free. Even if she could, what
would she do. Run into the streets half naked. She was doing this
voluntarily, without threats. She didn't even put up a fight when he told her
to remove her cloths. She did everything he told her to do, without
hesitation.

"Yes," she thought to herself., "I got myself deep into it, and now I'm stuck
in it, for who knows how long. Not much I can do but relax and enjoy it.
That's funny. Am I enjoying it?"

There was an interesting though. Somehow, for some strange reason, she was
enjoying it. Keith was strong, dominating, commanding. She has done
everything he wanted, and she listened to him. That was the strangest thing.
She never would have subjected herself to this willingly with someone else.
Tied up and gagged, stripped to her undies, alone with him.

"Am I really liking this?" she thought to herself. "I think I am. Why else
would I be letting him to all this to me, without a fight. Am I getting turned
on by this guy and his kinky ways?"

She didn't have time to ponder this thought much. Keith's returning footsteps
echoed through the empty warehouse.

He came out of the dark and up to his bound prisoner. Not a rope or a knot
had moved. Nor had Carole. She looked so enchanting, so delicious there, all
tied up, the lights softly glowing her smooth, unblemished skin. He hot hard
and horny in a hurry.

He began to lightly touch her. Carole let out a sigh, or a soft moan, Keith
wasn't sure. But she wasn't fighting it. She was getting turned on. He
couldn't believe it.

Neither could Carole. "Is that all it takes to get me horny?" she thought to
herself. "A little rope, a strong will and a delicate touch? Oh, I am
getting hot, and he knows it."

Keith's hands made their way up to her breasts. He opened the clasp on her bra
and pulled the lace cups away. Her breasts were magnificent. Flawless round
mounds of flesh, full, soft yet firm.

His hands played with her breasts. Carole moaned, her eyes closed and her head
spinning. He had the right touch. He played with them, her hard nipples. He
squeezed and groped and caressed them until Carole was constantly moaning.

Then, he stopped. Carole looked at him. 'Uummmph.' she moaned. "Please, don't
stop." is what she thought. But Keith moved behind and began to remove the
ropes from her body.

"I wonder what is next?" she thought. "Is he going to free me, to just tell
me to go?"

Keith removed the last ropes. Still gagged, he pulled the open bra down off
her arms, then pulled her wrists behind her back and tied her hands together.
Then, without a word, he led her by the arm down between some isles to the far
end of the warehouse. The echo of her heels clicking through the building as
came to their destination.

Ropes were hanging from a ceiling joist, about six feet apart. Carole was
directed to stand between them. Keith stood behind her. He untied her hands,
then raised her left hand above her head. He tied a rope to it, making sure
there was no slack in the line. He then did the same with he right hand. He
arms were pulled tight, with her hands four feet apart at a 45 degree angle
from strait up.

He then began to caress her body from behind. Carole let out a long, deep
moan. Keith lightly kissed her shoulders as his hands made their way around
to her ample breasts. After toying with them for a moment, his hands slid
down to her waist caressed his hands over her lace covered panties. They were
soaked, and her hips were moving around, pressing her buttocks into his
pelvis.

He hooked his thumbs under panties and began to slowly pull them down. Carole
thought for a moment. "This is going to fast." then thought. "I can't stop
him. I don't want to stop him."

He slid the panties down her legs to her ankles. Carole stepped out of them.
Now, except for her high heels, she was naked.

Keith, seeing a great opportunity, pulled a long poll out and spread her legs
apart. With her feet several feet apart, he tied her ankles to the poll, hold
her legs wide open. A vertical spread eagle, with Carole displayed and
available for his every whim. He stepped back and reviewed his lovely
prisoner.

And what a site she was. Trim, firm body. Soft, smooth skin. Long, lean,
sexy legs. Full, firm breasts. Tight, rounded ass. Black high heels, white
ropes, and black tape gag.

Again, his hands began to play and explore her body. He skin as so smooth and
soft, just like a woman should be. Carole moaned and groaned as he savored
the moment.

He slowly slid down her body, kissing and sucking her. Her nipples were so
9hard and perfect. He sucked on them and licked them. Carole's head was
spinning, it felt so good. He kissed her tummy, her thighs, her ankles, her
arms.

Then, he moved behind her. His fingers played with her wet pussy lips.
Carole went crazy. Her ass pressed back into him. She wanted him, and now.
His fingers probed and penetrated. She was so hot and so wet.

"Make me come, please make me come." she thought to herself as she got closer
to her orgasm.

Keith then found her little clit and began to rub it. Carole went wild,
thrashing as far as the restraints would allow. Like a speeding train, she
was heading toward her climax. She moaned and squirmed in her ropes while he
brought her off.

After only thirty seconds of clitoral stimulation, Carole let out a long half
moan, half scream into her gag. Her whole body reverberate with the rush of
orgasmic pleasure.

Then, it was over. She hung from the ropes, her body limp, but her breathing
hard and fast. Keith backed away from her and move back in front of her. He
pulled a chair up and had a seat.

He thought for a moment. "Yes. She will go as far as I want. This is going
to be excellent."

After a few minutes, he removed her leg spreader and released her arms
restraints. Again her tied her hands behind her taken over to a flatbed cart.
She was set on the cart and her hands were freed. Then, he bound her wrists to
the handle of the cart, about three three feet apart. Her ankles and knees
were tied together. One last rope was attached to her ankle ties, then
anchored to the handle. This caused her legs to be bent at the knees at
about a sixty degree angle. He then began pushing the cart body through the
deserted isles of the dark warehouse.

Carole was taken to where two folding tables were pushed together, forming one
large area. Keith freed her wrists from the cart but bound them behind her
back again. Then, the rope holding her legs to the cart was freeded. He
gently picked her up and sat her on the table tops.

'Don't say a word.' he commanded as he pulled the tape from her lips and
removed the soaked cloth from her mouth. Though she didn't plan on talking,
Keith never give her the chance. He pull a black bandanna from his back
pocket, rolled it up, put a knot in the middle and presented it to her.
Carole parted her lips to receive the welcomed gag. Keith place the knot deep
into her mouth and fastened the ends behind her head.

He stepped back and watched her. Carole was sitting with her long legs out to
her side, but bent at the knees. She looked so enticing, yet so helpless.
She looked back at her captor, both with desire and a little submissive. She
wanted to see what else he would, and how her would do it. She slowly twisted
in her bonds, testing the knots and cords. It turned him on.

After several minutes, Keith changed her position. He removed her fetters and
made her lay on her back. He tied her stretched limbs down in a tight spread
eagle. The, he tied more rope around her thighs and to the table, as well as
her waist and her chest. She became pinned to the table, unable to move.

Keith looked over his bound victim. He was so turned on, and she looked so
luscious, all tied up, open to his desires. He couldn't beleive that this
chick was submitting herself like this to him. His hands began to gravitate
over her figure. Carole felt herself becomming hot and wet all over again.

After several minutes, he moved between her legs and began to give her pussy a
thorough licking. He probed her tunnel and licked her clit. Carole moaned
and groaned through the knotted cloth. Another orgasm was on the way.

It didn't take long. Helpless to resist or encourage him, her orgasm came on
strong and hard. Again the muffled half moan, half sigh release proceeded her
orgasm. It rippled through her whole body as she strained against the
restraints. It was better than before, stronger, longer, more intense.

When it was over, Keith decided it was time for his own climax. He knelt on
the table between her legs. Carole watch with desire as he slowly open his
pants and pulled his zipped down. He pulled his pants down and freed his
member. It was long, at least eight inches, and a drop of come glisten on the
top. He slowly stroked it as he looked down at her.

Carole moaned at him, moving her hips as much as the rope would allow. "Don't
tease me." she thought. "Give me you cock. Fuck me, please fuck me!" She
wished she could just pull him down on her and glide his prick into her. But
he continued to tease he with the slow strokes he did.

Finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore, he moved his hips to her
crotch. With one quick stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her wet tunnel.

Keith went to work. Propped on his hands, he rammed his rod deep into her
again and again. Carole moaned as she fought against the ropes.

"Oh yes." she thought. "That's it. Fuck me, Fuck me hard."

Keith pumped in and out like he was in a frenzy. She was so hot and so wet
and felt so good. He fuck and humped like mad.

He held his orgasm back for as long as he could. He wanted to savor this
moment for as long as he could. Carole just wanted him to explode inside her
and fill her with hot come.

Unable to resist any longer, he plunge in to the hilt and blasted a huge load
of jism into her. This was to much for Carole, and she came once again
herself. Both of them moaned and groaned as the shared their united orgasms.

When he finished pumping, Keith slowly pull himself of her and got himself
dressed again. Carole just laid motionless for a moment, basking in the
afterglow of the moment.

After he caught his breath, he came to her and leaned over her.

'Still think you can handle anything?'

She thought for a moment. She knew she was under his control. She wanted
more, more rope, more teasing, more climaxes, more of his cock in her. She
nodded her head, still a little defiant.

'Well then,' he said with a smile, knowing full well what she was up to, 'this
isn't over yet.'

He began to free her from the table. With the ropes removed, he once again
bound her hands behind her back and led her over to her cloths. There, he
freed her, removed her gag and handed her her blouse and skirt.

'What about my other cloths?' she asked.

'You don't need them.' he responded. 'Now you can get dressed, or go naked,
whatever you prefer.'

She put her cloths on, as told. Then, he again tightly bound her hands behind
her back, tied her tights together and reinserted her bandanna gag. With her
dressed, he grabbed her purse and they left the warehouse.

He took her out to his pickup truck. He placed her in the seat and belted her
in. He got in and started the truck.

'Where do you live?' he asked as he removed her gag.

'23rd and Elm.' she responded with her gag hanging around her neck.

He drove off. For a few minutes, they said nothing. Then she had to ask.

'What are you going to do with me?'

'Like I said, this isn't over yet. We'll just have to keep going until you
realize you are not in control of yourself anymore. Like I said, I got all
weekend.'

That was the answer she wanted. She knew he was going to continue to give her
the thrill of her sexual life.

They pulled up to her apartment.

'Let's go.' he said.

'Wait.' she said. 'Aren't you going to untie me?'

'No.' he responded. 'Can't handle it?' he asked.

'It's not that. It's just...what if someone sees us.'

'Then you better talk fast. Just be thankful I don't gag you again. Then
you'd never be able to explain.'

They went into the building. It was hard walking with her knees bobbled and
her hands tied behind her. She felt a little strange without anything on
under her cloths. She still felt naked.

They got to her apartment without anyone seeing them. Once inside, he placed
her on the couch, face down. More ropes came out, binding her body. He bound
her ankles, looping rope around her heels, and tied rope more around her waist
and arms. He then gagged her again. He then pulled another bandanna from his
pocket.

'One more thing to do.' he said as he folded it and placed it over her eyes.
He tied the ends behind her head, blindfolding her. Now she lost all sense of
balance. She was in the dark, unable to see or resist the things he was
doing. Another new and thrilling experience he exposed her to.

He let her go. Immediately, she began to struggle, roll and squirm in her
fetters. He reached down and opened her shirt, exposing her breasts to the
cool air. Already, her nipples were hard. She looked so cute there, tied,
gagged, blindfolded, half naked, squirming around, all excited.

Keith went to work. First, he found a large gym bag. He dumped her workout
cloths out on the floor. He then started searching around the draws and
dressers, finding all the things he wanted.

'Hey,' he thought to himself, 'she got a lot of good stuff. This is out to be
an entertaining weekend.'

Carole heard him rummaging around. "Is he ripping me off?" she though to
herself. "He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that to me."

After finding and packing up what he wanted, he came out of the bedroom and
over to her.

'Just got to put a few thing in the car.' he said. 'I'll be right back.'
Then, just as an after thought he said to her 'Pretend I'm robbing your
apartment, and next, I'm coming for you.'

Carole grunted and started to struggle. She was getting into it. "Kinky sex
and fantasies all rolled into one." she thought.

Keith went to the truck, then came back up. Carole was really squirming
around now, almost rolling off the couch. He came over to her, removed the
blindfold and straddled her on the couch.

First he untied the rope around her waist, then untied her wrists. Before she
could move, he pulled her wrists up her back until her hands were between her
shoulder blades. He again tied her crossed wrists together, then took more
cord and anchored her hands to her upper arms. Though a little uncomfortable,
Carole realized this was much stricter and secure than ever.

He rolled her onto her back, still straddling her. His hands began to play
with her flawless breasts. Carole moaned and groaned was he squeezed the flesh
and toyed with her hard nipples.

Then, he pulled her off the couch and made her kneel on the floor. She knew
what was coming next. A blowjob. But that was fair, she had her orgasms, not
it was her turn to satisfy him.

He opened his pants and let his large rod pop out again. 'Are you willing?'
he asked.

Carole grunted and nodded her head. Keith pulled the gag from her mouth.
Carole parted her lips and prepared to welcome his cock. Keith inserted
himself into her waiting mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to
give him tongue twirls.

As she suck and lick and pumped his cock, Keith moaned softly. "Damn, she
give's great head." he thought. "She's better than any chick thats ever went
down on me."

Within a few minutes, Keith load was beginning to build up in his balls.
Carole was busy plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted him to
come as bad as he did.

Unable to hold it back, he sent the first volley of jism into her mouth.
Carole quickly drank it down and waited for the real load. Keith pumped more
and more come into her. He moan and groaned as he came, filling her mouth
with the hot fluid. But Carole drank it down as fast as he gave it, like a
real pro.

After he finished, Carole cleaned him off, getting the last few drops of his
sweet fluid. When clean, he pulled his still hard cock from her lips and
pulled up his pants. Within a minute, she was gagged again and on her feet.

'That was great.' he said to her. Carole felt satisfied that her work had
pleased him. 'Time to go.' he said. He again untied her ankles and out the
door they went. Carole still had her blouse unbuttoned and the gag deep
between her teeth. She prayed that they wouldn't get caught or be seen by
anyone.

This time, he led her to the back of the truck. He opened the gate and the
cap hatch, then picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. Carole squirmed
into the back of the truck and found a comfortable spot on an opened sleeping
bag.

Keith removed her knee ropes and made her lay on her back. He unzipped her
skirt and pulled it off her body. Left clothed in only an open blouse and her
high heels, she was open and available to him. He immediately spread her legs
and began to lick her clit.

Carole was moaning and groaning into the gag. His hands played with her
nipples. Within a few minutes, she was ready to come.

When she did, she didn't care if anyone heard her scream or saw her tied,
gagged and naked with this guy going down on her. She came as hard as ever,
the shivers running throughout her body.

After it was over, Keith rolled her over and tied ropes to each of her ankles.
He bent her legs at the knees and wound the rope around her thighs, knotting
the ends. The result was her heels were touching the back of her thighs,
rendering her legs useless.

Again, he blindfolded her. Carole began to roll around in the truck back, her
breasts popping out from her open shirt. Carole was impressed on how many way
this guy knew how to tie her.

Keith was impressed too. Carole went along with everything he had done, and
looked great in it too.

Her crawled out of the back, closed the gate and hatch and locked it up. He
then went up to the cab and drove the truck off.

The ride wasn't very long. Carole had an idea where they were going. His
place. She was right, for soon they pulled into the parking garage and into
his spot.

He opened the back of the truck and untied her ankles. After getting her out
of the back, he pick up the other items and took her over to the elevator.

They got out of the elevator and led her to his apartment. Once inside, he
removed the gag and left her standing in the middle of the living room. He
put her stuff in the bedroom and picked out the items her wanted. Then he
returned to her.

Carole was now sitting on the floor. Still blindfolded and her wrists tied
together, she looked so helpless, yet erotic. He removed the blindfold and
got her to her feet. He untied her wrists and rubbed them for a moment.

'Like my place?' he asked. It was nice, a little small, but well furnished,
with a large screen TV and nice stereo. It was neat and clean, surprisingly.

'Yes. It's nice.'

'Good.' he said. 'Then you should be comfortable here for the rest of the
weekend.'

'Quite.' she said.

'Then go to the bedroom. You'll find what you're to ware. Wait for me
there.'

Off she want, without another room. The bedroom was larger than she expected.
The centerpiece was a huge, king size bed, with captivating brass head and
foot boards. It was fantastic.

On the bed was a red satin waist clincher, red stockings and red and gold
spiked heels. She immediately recognized them has being her own. She then
saw her gym bag. It was full of her lingerie. Garter belts, stockings,
teddies, a long black nightgown, panties and bras, in several colors and
styles. There were also two pairs of her highest heeled shoes, her white and
gold spiked heels, her black five heels.

Hanging from the mirror was her black leather mini skirt and a white satin
blouse. She well knew what she was in for. A weekend of being tied in
various ways, in various outfits.

She put on the clincher, stockings and heels. She then pulled the cover off
the bed to find black satin sheets. "I love it." she thought to herself.

She laid down and waited for him. She didn't wait long. Keith came in a
couple minutes latter, carrying a large box. He put the box down and looked
at his willing prisoner.

'You look great.' he said.

'Thank you.' she responded. 'Listen, just because I'm going along with all
this doesn't mean you've won or anything. I can handle all this very well,
thank you.'

Keith smiled. 'I know you can.' he responded. 'Otherwise, you wouldn't be
here. Now lay down on you back.'

Keith open his box and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. He lock one to
each wrist and one to each ankle. Her body was then stretched out spread
eagle and the open cuffs were locked to the brass rails. Satisfied she was
secure, he pulled out a red rubber ball with a rope running through it.

'Can you handle this?' he asked showing it to her.

Carole responded by opening her mouth to receive the ball gag. Keith inserted
it and Carole closed her lips around it. He tied the ends behind her head.
With her last bit of defence gone, they were ready to begin.

Keith's box was filled with all sorts of bondage items. Leather straps,
chains, manacles, shackles, tons of assorted length ropes, gags and other
strange items. He showed each of them to her, explaining what they were and
how they worked. He promised to use several of them on her over the next few
days. He even showed her a couple vibrators, which he demonstrated on her.

Then he put is box aside. She look so good, chained to the bed and ball
gagged. Her tits and pussy exposed to him. "She going to let me do whatever I
want to her." he thought. "This is going to be a glorious weekend, for both
of us."

He then slowly inserted a vibrator into her already wet tunnel and turned it
on low.

'You enjoy that for a while.' he said to her. 'I'll be back a little later to
give you more to handle.' he stood up and closed the door behind himself.

Carole laid cuffed to the bed, enjoying the light stimulations going on in her
pussy. She pulled on the cuffs, just to see if there was any hope of freedom.

"Nope," she thought to herself, "I'm not going anywhere for a while. Well, I
wouldn't have it any other way. And it's only Friday night. We've got the
whole weekend to play these games. It's going to be a magnificent weekend."
she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, let the vibrator tenderly
stimulate her insides, thought about the wonderful things that awaited her
this coming weekend, and wait for Keith's return.