A Friendly Wager

Karen twisted her neck, but still couldn't see the knots that bound her wrists tightly behind the chair. Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen's wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise. Karen sighed and wondered aloud "How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend's party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV." She relaxed, what else was there to do, and thought about the events leading up to her current predicament.

Karen and Mike moved to Houston from Phoenix 2 years ago when Mike got a promotion to branch manager. Mike's career was taking off and Karen had no trouble getting a job selling Real Estate. She worked hard and soon became the top salesperson for her company. Of course it didn't hurt that she was blonde, 5' 4", 115 pounds, and had the body of an aerobics instructor. They bought a home in a new subdivision that featured large lots with secluded privacy, and after they moved in, their new neighbors became their best friends.

Connie and Steve live next door and their backyard has lots of privacy and a swimming pool. Steve is a pharmacist at Providence Hospital Center and that's where he met Connie. Connie graduated from Nursing School 3 years ago and fell in love with Steve within 1 month of
starting her first job at the hospital. Connie was a natural redhead, 5' 7", 125 pounds.

The two couples became inseparable. Mike and Steve played golf together, Karen and Connie jogged together, they went out on the town together, and spent many sunny afternoons at Steve and Connie's pool. Karen and Connie always wore skimpy bikinis and delighted in the obvious effect that it had on their two guys. There was a lot of sexual teasing, but up to now it only served as foreplay for each couple's own sexual activities. The two couples shared a passion for sports and that is where Karen's current predicament began.

Unexpectedly, Karen and Mike's Phoenix Suns were matched up against Steve and Connie's Houston Rockets in the NBA playoffs. Even though they now lived in Houston, Karen and Mike still had an allegiance to their old team. The matchup produced a serious disagreement between the two couples as to who would win. Phoenix had the better season record and Mike and Karen were sure that this was the year Charles Barkley would win the championship. Steve and Connie felt that
the Rockets were coming together at just the right time and would repeat as Champions. They decided that as friends and rivals, they would watch each game together and go to dinner afterwards courtesy of the losing team's backers.

They met at Karen and Mike's to watch the first game. "You know, since Houston re-united Clyde and Hakeem, they have jelled as a team, and they're going to kick your butts", Steve loudly
proclaimed.

"No way Steve," Karen countered. "Sir Charles and the Suns are going to sweep and you're going to go broke buying us dinner." Connie said "The winners get to pick the restaurant and I think
Steve & I want to go to that fancy new Italian place near the Plaza."

"Since the winners get to pick, I guess that Karen and I need to decide which restaurant you'll be picking up the tab at", Mike declared. The verbal jousting continued and the emotions got higher and higher until Connie couldn't stand it any longer.

"You're crazy if you think the Suns will win, and I think we ought to up the stakes a little to make this bet more interesting."

"Since Mike and I are going to win, what did you have in mind? asked Karen.

Mike said "Steve, how about this. If the Suns win the series, then you have to treat me to a round of golf at that new course down at Corpus Christi. That includes breakfast, golf, and dinner on the way back. We'll do it on a Saturday and make a day of it."

"Sounds good to me", said Steve. "But of course you'll be the one doing the treating. It's a deal."

"Well that's fine for you guys, but what about us?" asked Connie. "Karen, what do you want to lose?" "I....don't know", stammered Karen. "Maybe we could wager a trip to the beauty parlor, a movie, dinner, or something like that." "Boy, where did all your confidence go? chided Connie. "Are you having second thoughts?. I've got an idea. On the day that the boys go golfing, you'll be my slave if you lose or if I lose I'll be your slave."

"What do you mean..slave? Be your maid, servant, wait on you all day?" "I mean be a SLAVE. Slaves don't ask questions, they just do whatever their masters tell them to do. What's the matter, cold feet? Are you chicken?" "Not me" answered Karen. "I'll just start making a list of things that my Slave for a day will do for me when I win.....It's a bet."

The dye was cast, so to speak, and the outcome was in doubt for a full seven games. For a while it looked as if Mike and Karen would win, but in the end of course the Houston Rockets prevailed in the seventh game and Steve and Connie were the winners.

The Saturday after the series ended, Mike arrived at Steve's place at 9 am in the morning. They planned breakfast at 9:30, a 3 hour drive, a round, of golf, dinner, and a 3 hour drive back home. They told their wives that they planned to be back around 10 or 11 PM. Connie and Karen decided that Karen's time of enslavement would be from 11 AM until about 9 PM.

"Bye honey," Mike said, kiddingly. "Have a good time." "Yeah, right" replied Karen. "You're going to be playing golf and having a good time while I'm busting my ass being Connie's slave. Get out of here....GOOD-BYE."

At 11 Karen showed up right on schedule at Connie's house. She wore her Phoenix Sun's t-shirt, red jogging shorts, white socks, and tennis shoes. She was sure that Connie would keep her hopping for the full 10 hours.

"Hi Karen, glad to see you're on time." Connie wore her Houston Rockets t-shirt, black shorts, & sandals. "I always pay my debts. What do you want me to do first?" "First of all, relax. Let's have a glass of wine and discuss your ...enslavement."

Connie poured the wine and on the second glass, Karen questioned her, "What's going on. This is just 2 friends having a glass or two of wine together. When do I start paying off on the bet?"
"You've already started. I wanted you to have a glass of wine and you're doing that. We're friends Karen and I hope that after today we'll be even closer friends. I'm not going to make you suffer today. I intend that we both will have fun, even though at first you may not believe it. You did lose the bet and you did agree to be my unconditional slave until 9 tonight. Remember that and remember that I'm your best friend. Don't question my commands. Let's get started. Stand up." Karen sat her glass down and stood up, wondering about what Connie had just said. She snapped back to reality when she heard Connie say "Take off your shirt, shorts, socks, & shoes."

"What?"

"Slaves don't question, remember that. Now do as I told you!" Karen was slightly aghast, but a bet was a bet, so she stripped down to her underwear as Connie watched. Even though they had seen each other naked many times, this was different, and both of them knew it. Karen felt embarrassed to be standing there in bra and panties while her best friend was fully dressed.

"Wearing basic white today I see" commented Connie as she opened a briefcase that had been sitting on the coffee-table between them. "Yes" was all Karen could mutter as she watched Connie pick up a piece of rope that was about 4-5 feet in length. "Turn around and put your wrists together behind your back" commanded Connie as she approached Karen.

"What are you going to do?" "Come on now Karen, you can see that I'm going to tie you up. Now do as I say or you'll be welching on our bet." Karen turned around and put her wrists together behind her back. As she felt the ropes Karen's mind drifted back to when she was 10 or 11 years old and she played Cops and Robbers with the other kids. She was almost always the Damsel in Distress, but she didn't mind. It made her the center of attention and the other kids had to take care of her since she was tied up. And then there was the sorority initiation where she was spanked in front of 50 other girls. She was 19 then and she remembered the embarrassment and the excitement. She was embarrassed when her panties had been pulled down to administer the
spanking and surprised at how wet her pussy got. She used those memories a lot when she masturbated during her years at college. "Follow me slave" was Connie's command as Karen was jerked back to reality. The extra length of rope from her wrists had been pulled through her legs and as Connie pulled on it Karen sucked in her breath and followed. In her party room Connie had a simple kitchen style wooden chair facing a storage closet at a 45 degree angle. She sat Karen in the chair and took another length of rope from the briefcase and used it around Karen's waist and the chair back. Then she knelt to the left of Karen and took out a short piece of rope. She tied it around Karen's left ankle and gently pulled it back and secured it to the back chair leg. She moved to the right side and tied the right ankle the same way. Finally, Connie knelt in front of Karen and reached underneath the chair and grabbed the loose end dangling from Karen's wrists. This put Connie's face next to Karen's pussy and she couldn't mistake the smell of Karen's feminine wetness. She tugged the wrist rope taut and secured it to the front rung. Connie stood up and admired her handiwork. Karen was a pretty package. Her shoulders were pulled back which made her firm breasts stand out even more. Connie was tempted to remove Karen's bra now, but decided to stick to her original plan. Her legs were invitingly wide open and the crotch of her panties was becoming wetter.

"I have a surprise for you Karen." Connie opened up the closet doors and Karen saw her image clearly in the mirrors attached to each door. "I want you to see what a pretty slave you are. I also want to tell you the new rules. I'm going to keep you tied up all day long. At no time
will you be totally free until 9 tonight. I will however, offer you a sporting chance. If you ever do get free on your own, then I will be your slave for the rest of the day. You will be bound in many positions and most of the time you will be nude. I told you that today would be fun for both of us. I'm having fun and I can tell that you are too." With that comment Connie
slowly ran her fingers along the inside of Karen's thighs. Karen closed her eyes as Connie's fingers reached the wet crotch of her panties. Connie leaned forward and whispered in her ear "later", and then she was gone.

Karen had no idea how long she had been left alone, alone with only the ropes and her reflection for company. She struggled for release, from both the bonds and the sexual tension building up inside her, but no release would come until Connie provided it. "..If only I could get one hand free, I could get myself off"

Suddenly Connie was back. "You really want to cum right now, don't you?" "No, I'm fine. It's just a little warm in here, that's all." "Well, maybe you're right" agreed Connie. "It might help if you didn't have so many clothes on. Let's take them off." "No, that's OK" pleaded Karen. "It's not really THAT warm in here." "Let's not argue Karen. I told you that you would be nude for most of the day. Besides, we can have more fun that way."

Connie took Karen's bra off, lightly brushing her fingertips across each nipple. Karen closed her eyes and sighed as her nipples hardened. Connie then knelt and untied both ankles. She danced her fingers up Karen's tanned legs until they reached the waistband of her panties.
Connie slowly pulled them down and Karen involuntarily helped by lifting her butt off the chair. As Karen's dampened blonde pubic patch was revealed, Connie only said one word.

"Beautiful."

Connie quickly retied Karen's ankles and stood behind her, looking into the mirror. She reached down and as she and Karen both watched in the mirror, she gently massaged Karen's breasts, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples. "Please Connie", Karen gasped. "I've never done it with another girl. I don't know if I can." "I know that you can. Just give in to your feelings." Connie picked up Karen's panties and got a scarf from her briefcase. "I want you to
concentrate on your feelings and quit talking. Open wide."

"No, don't gag me. I'll be quiet."

"I know you will" Connie said as she pinched Karen's nose shut. Karen held her breath for about 30 seconds, and finally had to gasp for air. Connie shoved the wadded up panties inside her mouth, tied a knot in the middle of the scarf, put the knot squarely over the mouth packing,
and tied the scarf ends tightly behind Karen's head underneath her blonde hair. "Now you can't talk, so just let yourself go. Don't be ashamed of your feelings."

Karen saw herself in the mirror, nude, bound & gagged, legs spread apart--she hated and loved Connie right now. She also desperately needed to cum. She squirmed in her bonds and pleaded
with Connie through her gag. "mmmpppfff" was all she could manage. "Just a second, we're not quite through yet" Connie said as she picked out another length of rope. "I think you'll like this one." Connie held the two loose ends in one hand and pushed the looped end under the rope around Karen's waist. She threaded the loose ends through the loop and pulled it snug. Then, after smiling coyly, she spread Karen's pussy lips and threaded the two ropes down through her crotch and up the crack of her ass. Connie made sure there was no slack and tied it off on the chair back.

Now Karen was really going crazy. The feelings she felt were overwhelming. The sight in the mirror of the rope disappearing into the folds of her pussy and the friction on her clit were too much. "mmmpppfff", "mm...fff", "mmmpppfff" she moaned into her gag as she squirmed in an attempt to climax. "Connie to the rescue", Connie whispered into Karen's ear as she reached around and gently massaged Karen's breasts. Karen's nipples were hard and distended and Connie rolled her fingertips over them. Connie moved in front of Karen and continued playing with her tits as she licked between them, down her stomach, and her inner thighs. Karen lost all track of time; she was consumed by her need to climax. She moaned and squirmed as Connie brought her to the brink again and again only to stop briefly.

"My oh my, aren't you the hot little slut now. Need it bad, don't you?"

"Mmmpppfff" shouted Karen into her gag. She nodded her head towards her pussy and looked pleadingly at Connie. "mmmpppff" "Alright, I think you've earned it". Connie leaned forward and
licked her way down from Karen's stomach to her bush. She pulled the crotch rope aside and dived in tongue first. She licked and nibbled and sucked while Karen moaned and squirmed. Finally, Karen stiffened as a long awaited orgasm erupted through her body. Connie continued playing with Karen's pussy and Karen had another orgasm and then another. Connie pulled back to watch and as the orgasms subsided, Karen melted in her ropes like ice cream in summer. She was exhausted
and deliriously contented.

Connie took the gag out of Karen's mouth and untied her except for her wrists. "Come on. We're going to the bedroom." "Connie, that was tremendous. I've never came like that before. I've never felt like that before."

"I always thought that you might get off on bondage, but I've never been able to work it into our friendship until now. I couldn't just say...let me tie you up and eat you. I figured that when you lost the bet I might not get another chance, so I took it."

When they got to the bedroom, Connie had Karen sit on the bed and scoot her butt to the middle. Connie and Steve had a four poster for a bed and now Karen wondered if they had it so they could play their own bondage games.

"What now?" said Karen as she leaned back and rested on her bound wrists. Her embarrassment at being naked and tied had vanished. "First of all", answered Connie "I'm going to tie your ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed." As Connie tied her left ankle Karen
noticed that each poster of the bed already had scarves attached and ready. "And then what? asked Karen "And then I will do whatever I want to. It's more delicious when it's a surprise." Connie finished tieing Karen's right ankle and helped her sit up. Karen's wrists were untied and she layed down and stretched out. Each wrist was secured with the scarves.

"This is called a spreadeagle;" Connie explained as she reached down and cupped Karen's pussy with her right hand. "You are at my total whim. Every orifice you have is mine to play with...and I will, but first I think I'll gag you again. Karen didn't protest this time. She knew it wouldn't do any good and anyway she kind of liked it before; after she got used to it. Connie brought out a small rubber ball and Karen opened her mouth willingly and Connie popped it in. Another scarf was folded and used to hold the ball in place.

"Remember what I said about surprises being sweeter, well that's what this is for;" Connie said, showing Karen another folded scarf. "It'll keep you guessing." She placed the blindfold over Karen's eyes and, lifting her head, tied the ends together. Karen heard footsteps going away from the bed and then music began playing and that was all she heard. She tested her bonds, and
nothing was loose. She wondered how Connie had gotten the idea for this wonderful surprise. She felt the cool breeze flow over her breasts and down through her pussy hair. She wondered what else Connie would do to her. Connie had turned the music on to set the mood but also so Karen couldn't hear her move around. Then she retrieved a feather duster and also her briefcase of goodies. She returned to the bed and lightly brushed Karen's entire body with the duster. Karen undulated gently as parts of her body reacted to the duster's touch. Connie also licked, sucked, pinched, and fondled Karen randomly. This all produced the desired result, Karen became wet and her nipples were hard. Connie rolled a nipple between her teeth and ran her fingers playfully through Karen's bush. Karen lifted her pussy toward Connie's hand, but Connie denied her what she wanted. Then Connie pulled away and sat down in a chair at the side of the bed and just watched. God, she thought, Karen really is a beautiful woman.

Karen expected her stimulation to continue. "Mmmpppfff" she voiced her disapproval through the gag. She listened for sounds, but all she heard was the music. She tried to peek under the blindfold, but couldn't see anything. Where the hell is she? Come back and finish me off, please. Jeez, I can't stand this. Suddenly Connie's touch on her nose reassured her. Connie
traced her fingertips across Karen's gagged mouth, her chin, between her breasts, and down her stomach. Her fingers lingered in Karen's crotch, playing with her pubic hair, darting in her pussy, rubbing her clit. Karen's breathing filled the room and her hips undulated gently. Connie
pulled away again and pulled more items from her briefcase. A low hum mixed with the music and then Karen felt the tip of a vibrator touch her right nipple. It traced around her nipple of her right breast and then on to her other nipple, then down her flat stomach and came to rest on her pussy. Connie moved it all over but never inside. Karen strained upward and shouted through the gag "mmmpppfff".

Connie put the cock-shaped vibrator into Karen's pussy and begain a rhythmic fucking motion. Karen pushed back and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Connie lubricated her index finger and traced around Karen's anus. The vibrator rested on Karen's clit and then began fucking her again. Suddenly Connie pushed her finger into Karen's ass and Karen climaxed as never before. One, two, three, she lost count. The vibrating cock slid out of her pussy, the finger came out of her ass, and Karen lay exhausted in a post-orgasmic state. She lay there and thoughts rushed over her. This was a part of her now. She needed it. Thank you Connie, we are closer friends now. What would Mike think if I tell him?

Connie turned the music off. "I'm going to relax and have a drink. I'd invite you to join me, but it seems that you're tied up right now" she laughed. "Don't go away, I have other surprises. It's only 5 o'clock." After a while Karen regained her strength and wondered why Connie had not returned. Karen pulled on her bonds and to her surprise the scarf holding her right wrist came loose. The blindfold came off next and she quickly untied her other wrist and both ankles. She removed the gag and Connie still had not returned. Karen looked in the Party room and the Kitchen, but no Connie. Finally, she saw her in a lawn chair by the pool sipping a drink.

"Ohhh Connie, I have a surprise for you," Karen gleefully shouted as she opened the screen door.
"How'd you get loose? I'm not through with you yet" "Looks to me like you are through with me and now it's my turn if I remember your new rules correctly." Connie got up and started back in. "But..but I didn't think that you would...could actually get free."

With a smile Karen said "Well you did say that surprises were more fun, so surrrrprise" Allright, I made the rules and I'll stick by em." As she walked through the door Connie said "OK, what do you want your slave to do first?" "First of all, strip. I want you naked." Karen watched as Connie kicked off her sandals and removed her t-shirt. "Get that bra off and then
stop..... Good. Now I'll finish for you" Karen walked over to Connie and pulled her shorts down, leaving her with only panties on. "Spread your legs" she commanded. Connie did as she was told. Karen slid her hand down inside the front of Connie's blue cotton panties. "My oh my, wet already. That's good." Karen pulled her hand out. "Legs together." Karen pulled Connie's panties down and had her step out of them. "Turn around, cross your wrists behind you, close your eyes, and wait," Karen said. Connie did as she was told and Karen opened the briefcase full of bondage supplies and made her plan. She tied and cinched Connie's wrists first, then used another rope to bring Connie's elbows as close together as she thought Connie could stand it. One more rope was wound around her upper arms and across her breasts. Karen liked the way the white rope contrasted with Connie's tanned body. Karen wadded up Connie's panties, shoved them in her mouth, and used a scarf to hold the packing in. Karen looked around the room and saw what she was looking for, a hanging plant. She stood on the kitchen chair she had been tied to and removed the plant, and then secured one end of a rope to the hook in the ceiling. Karen guided
Connie underneath the hook and looped the dangling end of the rope around her bound wrists. She gently pulled until Connie was bent over at the waist with her wrists up in the air.

"That's perfect," exclaimed Karen as she stepped back. "What a perfect sight. Connie, spread your legs a little.....good. Your boobs hanging down, your nipples hard, your red bush peeking between your legs, and your ass SO inviting." Karen stepped up to Connie's left side and reached under her to fondle her breasts. Grasping Connie's left nipple, Karen asked her "Now don't you think that you should be punished for what you did to me?

"Mmmpppfff...mmmpppfff. "

"I'll take that as a yes, " said Karen and she twisted the nipple and smacked Connie's ass with her right hand. Connie tried to move her butt out of the way, but Karen's tight grip on her nipple wouldn't let her. "By the way, you're not being punished because you kept me tied up and
gagged for almost 6 hours. You're being punished because we've been friends for 2 years and you didn't do this sooner." SMACK...SMACK...SMACK. Karen's hand reddened Connie's ass cheeks. "That's enough. Let's see if you enjoyed that," said Karen. Karen twirled her finger through's Connie's pussy hair and easily inserted her finger. "Yes, you did enjoy it.....well there's more pleasure to come, yours and mine."

Karen released Connie from the ceiling and Connie moaned with thanks. She sat Connie on the floor and crossed her ankles and bound them with rope. Karen turned Connie face down and secured her ankles to her wrist bondage. "I've seen this in the movies and I think it's called a hogtie. I crossed your ankles so I could play with your pussy, but first I need a cool drink. Don't go away, I'll be right back." Karen went into the kitchen and Connie tested her bonds. "Mm..ff, mmmppfff;" she grunted as she rolled around, trying to pull loose. She couldn't turn all the way over since her ankles were crossed and the friction of the rug on her nipples kept her feminine juices flowing. She gave up about the same time that Karen returned.

"Pretty good job, huh." commented Karen. The musky odor coming from her bound friend told her that Connie's pussy needed her attention. "Let's roll you over and have some fun," giggled Karen as she helped turn Connie. Soon Connie was resting on her arms and hands with her wide open pussy facing Karen. Karen knelt down and ran her hands and fingers up and down Connie's flesh, paying particular attention to her most sensitive areas. She massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between her tongue and teeth. Connie moaned her approval. Karen blew in Connie's ear, nibbled on her earlobe and licked her way down Connie's abdomen. Using her fingers to spread Connie's pussy lips she used her tongue skillfully to excite Connie even more. Karen's tongue darted in, flicked Connie's clit, and out again. Karen played with Connie's entire body until Connie was glistening with perspiration and moaning through her gag for a climax.

Connie and Karen both lost track of time. Karen brought Connie to the brink of coming and then teased her by stopping. Then she did it again, and again. Karen looked at the clock and saw that it was eight already. It was time that she let Connie cum. Karen leaned back again and smiled at the pleading Connie. "By the way, where is that dildo you used on me? I didn't find it in the
bedroom and it wasn't in the bathroom either. Is it in the living room?" Connie shook her head from side to side. "Is it out by the pool?" Connie breathed hard and shook her head again. "Maybe it's in the kitchen." Connie wiggled her hips and nodded with her head. "OK, I'll get it and be right back."

Karen returned with the dildo and turned it on. Connie's face lit up as Karen knelt down beside her bound form. Karen kissed Connie on her gagged lips, kissed her breasts and tugged on her nipples with her teeth. She lightly ran the vibrator up the inside of Connie's thighs and then
slipped it inside of her. Connie sighed loudly and Karen giggled. Karen fucked Connie with the dildo while she used her tongue on her clit. Finally release came and Connie exploded in climax, and followed that one with several more before collapsing with exhaustion. Karen held her friend and stroked her hair until Connie's breathing returned to normal. Karen began the process of untying Connie by ungagging her first.

"We have to return to normal now, the boys will be home in about an hour," said Karen. "I know. Get the rest of these ropes off, we'll shower and maybe the rope marks will become less visible."

As she continued untying Connie, Karen said "When I untied myself, it was because you loosened that scarf, wasn't it?" Connie smiled. "Well it wouldn't have been fair for you to be the only one having fun, now would it?" "No, I guess not. I'm glad you did, because it gave me a chance
to be on both ends. I had a great time when you had control over me. My pussy tingled with your touch, but I also got off on tieing you and being able to give you pleasure. Have you done this before? "No," admitted Connie, "but I've sure thought about it. Every time I thought about tieing you up I'd get horny as hell, but I was afraid of losing your friendship if I told you what I wanted to do. When you lost that bet I said Connie, it's now or never. If you didn't enjoy bondage, then it would have just been our one day lost bet deal."

"But it won't be just a one day deal, will it?" Karen asked as they headed for the shower. As the two naked women walked into the bathroom Connie put her arm around the shorter Karen's shoulders. "It's a part of our lives now and we are closer because of it. This is only the beginning.

The Adventures of Jane

Janes stories
Hi I am Jane by day I work at a large bank and I have a lot of staff under me. Its an important job high pressure and requires a lot of dedication. I have to be ruthless and make hard decisions and control the staff. As I am such a bitch at work I don’t have many friends and lovers are few and far between after all who want to date the nasty boss lady. I am only 32 with long blonde hair and a good figure my main asset is my 38dd tits but at work I try to keep them covered up or men talk to by chest all the time. I am very well paid and spend a lot of money on designer cloths.

But there is a secret side to me I have fantasies of being bound, caned, humiliated and having my tits abused. It’s a relief from the normal strict work place to live out these dreams. I search out men or women who can satisfy my needs and come weekend I travel to places to get my kicks. These are my stories of how these weekends turn out .

Multi man

I met multi man on the net his ideas were that to have a great orgasm you need multiple stimuli instead of the normal one which sounded good to me. I arranged to visit him at weekend. I decided that I would visit local charity shops to buy cloths for these occasions and its surprising what you can find for very little money.

Weekend came and I prepared myself I selected a very tight pair of red satin panties with elastic around the legs they had lycra in them so I could squeeze them on I also had seemed stockings and garter belt and a matching red bra which was very thin and showed my nipples. I had found a white almost see through blouse and a short skirt that just covered my stocking tops. If I bent over I exposed my panties to the world. I set off on my first meeting. I didn’t know what to expect and was frightened and excited all at once.

I arrived at the house which was in the country along way from anywhere. I got out and knocked on the door and was let in by a 35 year old man who said I was to call him master. I was given a cup of tea after my journey. He than suggested I first visit the bathroom and while I was there he told me to insert a vibrator inside myself and handed me a remote controlled one which worked by wireless.

I came out of the bathroom and he fitted me with a neck collar and cuffs for my wrists and ankles he snapped a dog lead onto the collar and lead me to a door which went down into the cellar. It was a cold damp cellar and he led me to a big room with a stone floor and big double doors in front of me. There were beams in the ceiling and there were chains hanging from it. He wasted no time locking my wrist to the beams and there were chains for my ankles. He pulled on the chains so I was like a star. He next produced a big ball gag and forced it into my mouth and strapped it in place. He then left the room leaving me chained.

He was gone for what seemed along time then all of a sudden a jet of water shot up from between my legs straight up my skirt into my pussy and arse and another started spraying my tits and its was cold water which made my nipples stand out like organ stops. It went on for about 4 mins and then he returned laughing at me as I was soaking wet and my blouse as see through by now.

Lets see what we have here he said as he explored my body how do you feel all helpless? He stood behind me and squeezed my tits are you proud of these tits he asked all I could do is nod. Do you like having them whipped and tied up? He then ripped my blouse open to expose my bra. Lets see whats down here he said as he ripped my skirt off as well.

My what a fat arse you have and those panties struggle to hold it in and he started spanking me. After about 30 spanks my arse was starting to warm up a bit. He then got a paddle and gave me 30 swats with that as well. He then came around the front and he had some crocodile clips in his hand with wires on them and they looked nasty. He opened them and put them on each nipple over my bra. The wires went to a beam in front of me and he explained they went to a tens machine lets see how you like your tits shocked.

He turned on the machine slowly and my tits bounced as if someone was shaking my nipples slowly as he turned it up it was like being shaken by the nipples very fast. He turned of f the shocks then adjusted them so they tightened on the beam lifting my tits up by the clamps so any movement meant my poor nipples were pulled.
Lets get ready for the big o he said as he started paddling my arse none stop as I tried to stay still so my tits didn’t get pulled. It was getting harder and harder as my arse got sore.

Then bang it all set off at once instead of a paddle it was suddenly a very thin whippy cane that stung like hell and made me jump at the same time he turned on the nipple shocks along with the vibrator and the water as well.
I was getting it from all sides water up my pussy the vibrator shocks and my tits pulled as well as stinging pain on my arse. I had the biggest organism of my life. As I tried to scream in pleasure nothing came out and I collapsed from the power of it. He turned everything off and left me there hanging with a very sore arse and tits. He removed the clamps and let me settle down but all I wanted was to rub my sore arse.

After a few more of these multi O’s it was time to go home sore but happy it was only then that it hit me he had ripped my skirt and blouse off so how was I going to get home? Note to self next time bring spare cloths. He gave me a few safety pins to hold my cloths together sort of and I enjoyed an exciting time getting home knowing any one could see my tits and arse at any moment.

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.