Discovering Bondage
By Master2124
We had been married about three months when Frank went away on the training
course, which was to change our lives. He was away for a week and I missed him
like mad. He rang me every night and talked for ages on the phone. Every night
he told me about his day and how much he missed me. Then he would tell me what
he was going to do with me and to me when he got home. He told me how much he
wanted to make love with me, how he wanted to kiss me and then slowly remove my
clothes, how he wanted to take my breasts in his hands, how he wanted to feel my
ass, how he wanted to push his fingers into my cunt and then how he wanted to
fuck me with his big, fat prick. He got me worked up every night and by the
time he got home I was more than ready for him.
I had sent off to one of those sexy garment catalogues for a playsuit that he'd
told me was real sexy. It was made of a shiny black material and looked like a
wet swimsuit with a couple of little differences! - It had cut-outs for my
breasts and was open crotch, leaving the most important parts of my anatomy open
to view. The back of the costume was cut out in such a fashion as to show my
whole ass buck-naked. I knew what time he was due home so I had a long soak in
the bath with my favourite scented bubble bath and afterwards put on the suit.
It made me feel very sexy and daring as I sat in front of the dressing table
mirror the flesh of my naked bum next to the soft vinyl of the seat and my tits
sticking out through the opening in the bodice as I made up my face. Then I
waited for him just inside the front door.
When he arrived and opened the door, he took one look at me, dropped his case
and walked up to me. He took hold of my hands and stood looking down at my
body. Slowly he put his arms around me, keeping hold of my hands as he did so.
He folded my arms behind my back so that my hands touched my elbows. This had
the amazing effect of pushing my breasts forward causing my breasts to become
even more prominent through the openings in the front of the playsuit. My
nipples stood out like organ stops. He held my arms in place with one hand
whilst he removed his tie with the other. He then wrapped the tie around my
forearms, fastening my hands behind my back!!!
I was suddenly very conscious of my vulnerability. He turned me around and
guided me to the living room. As I walked in front of him his right hand cupped
my bottom squeezing the soft flesh of my ass as I walked in front of him. He
pushed his hand between my legs to cup my cunt from behind. I stumbled slightly
at the unexpected rush of excitement, which flooded my body. When we reached
the living room he guided me to the dining table. He pushed me up against the
table and took my breasts in his hands running his thumbs over my hard peaked
nipples. I thrust my hips backwards against the hard ridge of his hard prick
outlined through his suit trousers. I twisted my head back so that he could kiss
me, which he proceeded to do, grinding his hard ridge into my buttocks as he did
so, pushing my cunt against the hard edge of the table.
After a little while his right hand left my breast to slip between our bodies
and through my legs from behind to again cup my cunt. He buried his fingers into
me, hard. I could here the sloshing sound of his fingers going in and out of my
now very wet sex. Just as I was ready to go over the edge he stepped back from
me and ordered(!) me to stay right there and not to move. He disappeared into
the kitchen, returning with a skipping rope and a sharp knife. He cut off the
wooden handles from the ends of the skipping rope then cut several pieces off
the rope. He came and knelt behind me and took hold of my left ankle and pulled
towards the nearest table leg. He used one of the pieces of rope to tie my
ankle to the table leg. He then took hold of my right ankle and pulled that to
the opposite table leg and tied my right ankle to it. I was now standing with
my cunt pressed against the table edge with my legs spread wide apart and my
hands tied behind my back!!
He stood back to admire his work and a slow sexy smile spread across his face.
He was obviously very pleased with what he had done. I was still half dazed
from the sexual high that I had been on from his hand masturbation that I had
been so enjoying moments before. I was still, twisted slightly looking at him
over my shoulder. I glanced down at myself and saw that in this position with my
legs spread my ass cheeks were spread apart also. Experimentally I leaned
forward, which caused my bum to round firmly. Frank stepped forward and lightly
slapped my ass. I pushed my bum out as much as my position would allow in an
invitation for him to take me. He ignored my invitation and continued to lightly
slap my bottom. Each slap jolted my cunt ridge against the hard edge of the
table, causing my clitoris to rub against the wood. I found myself getting
excited again. He continued slapping me until found myself rising towards a
climax from the rubbing of my clitoris against the hard wood. He realised what
was happening and started to talk to me, encouraging me to fuck the table. I
responded by wriggling against the wood to increase the massaging of my
clitoris. To encourage me further his slaps grew harder. I suddenly started to
come, I screamed with the exquisite sensation.
When I came down from the high of my climax Frank left the room leaving me tied
to the table! I screamed at him to come back and fuck me! He turned around and
came back to the table. He bent down and picked up the two discarded skipping
rope handles. He pushed one into my cunt and rubbed it backwards and forwards
until it was nice and wet, then slid it up through the crease of my buttocks
until he reached my asshole. He pushed the now wet wooden handle into my ass as
far as it would go until the flange on the end nestled against me. He then
pushed the second handle into my cunt. "That should keep you interested for a
little while" he told me and turned away and proceeded up the stairs to our
bedroom.
I heard the thud of the case as he put it down. Then I listened as he moved
around the bedroom, which was immediately above the living room. He opened and
closed drawers. I couldn't understand how he was able to just ignore the fact
that he had left me in this position, wide open and with two wooden prongs
jammed into my most intimate places, whilst he was unpacking his case. On
previous occasions when I had greeted him in a similar fashion we had been on
the bed by now, fucking our brains out. Now here I was wet, willing and ready
to go but unable to do anything but await the return of the Lord and Master. I
couldn't even play with myself!
Behind me on the wall was a mirror. Not a large one, just the normal size that
one usually found in a living room for the convenience of being able to see
one's self whilst combing one's hair or applying makeup. I stared at the image
of myself in this mirror. It was just far enough away and hung at just the
right angle that my bum was the centre of the reflected me. The shiny black
material of the playsuit outlined the reddened flesh of my buttocks, which
jutted provocatively out from the hole that had been cut in such a way as to
display the whole of my bottom. Spread as I was I could see the head of the two
handles sticking out from me, small pieces of rope attached to each of them
hanging down between my legs. I could also see that my cunt was dripping from my
climax, creating a small wet pool on the floor between my legs. I had always
been copious in my climax, almost like a man. I bent further forward, keeping
my eye on the image in the mirror until I could also see the lips of my cunt.
Frank had fucked me doggy style previously and I had really liked it because his
prick could get right up inside me when he entered me from behind, filling me. I
wanted him to come back quickly and fuck me now. I wanted his flesh pole in me,
not these uncomfortable pieces of wood, smooth though they were.
Frank returned. He was naked. His prick reared out hard and ridged from the
black curls of his sexual hair. I noticed that there was a metal ring at the
base of his prick from which a leather strap ran across his scrotum, separating
it into two hard round pouches, to a second metal ring, which ran around his
prick from behind his scrotum. He came behind me, pushed me down so that I was
now lying across the table-top. He slapped my backside a few more times to warm
me up again. After about half a dozen slaps he pulled the handle out of my cunt
leaned over me and held it against my mouth. "Open up, bitch" he commanded,
"You can suck this whilst I fuck your cunt"
I opened my mouth and allowed him to put the sopping wet wood in. I closed my
teeth on it to hold it into place.
"You're a real hot piece of ass, you know. You're my hot piece of ass. I knew
you would take to this like a duck to water. Bent over like this you're all ass
in fact." He tugged at the rope hanging from the handle up my ass, pulling it
out slightly. Then he pushed it back into me. "Yes all ass, and a tight one at
that. Soon I'm going to fuck this tight, little, virgin ass, but not just now.
Today I'm going to fuck you're cunt!" Without removing the handle from my ass
he rammed his prick into my cunt and proceeded to do what he had promised. He
moved the wooden phallus in my ass in rhythm with the movements of his prick in
my cunt. I could feel that hard rod in my ass rubbing against his prick through
the thin membrane that separated the two orifices. I felt I was being well and
truly fucked in both places. His talk about fucking me in the ass had somehow
centred my concentration on that area and made me super sensitive of that
invasion. I could feel my anal ring first trying to expel the invader, then
trying to hold on to it as both rod and prick moved out of my body in unison.
I clenched my cunt muscles to hold his prick in me as he withdrew. As I did so
my ass clenched in sympathy on the hard wooden handle. It was an exquisite
sensation. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked by two
men at the same time, one in my cunt and one up my ass. His other hand was
squeezing my breast his thumb and forefinger pinching my hard nipple.
He seemed to pump in and out of me for a long time, longer than he had ever
previously been able to fuck me without coming himself. Now I understood the
reason for the restraint on his prick. It was to keep him hard for longer and
prolong the pleasure he received from his invasion of my body. I was sure that
it must also be increasing his sensitivity because he was moaning with pleasure
with each thrust. The hard edge of the table was rubbing against my clitoris
again with each forward movement of his prick into my cunt and I was right up in
the clouds with the exquisite pain of my arousal.
I seemed to be in a constant state of climax from his almost brutal assault on
my helplessly restrained body. I was really loving it. Again I found myself
rising up to my climax. I started to come again. When I started to come he
could not hold himself back any longer and his prick rammed into me to the hilt
as his come jetted into my waiting cunt. He almost lifted me off my feet as he
rammed himself up even deeper into my body as his fluid jetted from him into my
already soaking orifice. I screamed his name as he paid homage to me in this
most intimate of fashions.
When I came down from my climax I opened my eyes to the sight of his prick
bobbing in front of my face. He grasped a handful of my hair and lifted my head
so that I could take him into my mouth. He was still hard, even though he had
exploded so hard into my cunt. And he was wet from out mingled juices. I
licked at the head of his prick enjoying the little spasms this caused as he
seemed to get even harder. The hard bulb of his prick was swollen so much that
the slit at the end gapped open. Little trickles of semen continued to
ejaculate gently from him as I flicked my tongue over this sensitive area. He
let me continue like this for several minutes before he pushed himself past my
tongue and deep into my mouth. He started to thrust himself backwards and
forwards, never once letting go of my hair. I could feel the slight pain as
with each inward thrust he jerked my head by pulling at the handful of my hair
that he was gripping so tightly. He seemed to be enjoying the pain that he was
inflicting. His thrusts became harder, almost brutal, as he slammed himself
into my face, his balls banging against my chin as he got to the end of each
stroke. I tightened my lips around him, sucking against him as he pulled
himself out, trying to make him cum. I found that I was getting aroused again
as my clit was continuing to rub against the hard ridge of the table edge. I
could feel the tension building up in him again as his excitement continued to
build. I knew that he was only seconds from his climax. I was right. He
started to cum. I swallowed hard as his prick rammed hard into my throat as his
jism jetted out of his body. He jerked himself from me and spurted most of his
cum into my face as he held me firmly in position by my hair.
He left me tied to the table and went away upstairs, returning with a self
developing camera and proceeded to take photographs of me. He took several of my
face covered as it was with large globules of his cum. However, it was obvious
from the number he took from behind, that he really loved the way may ass stuck
out from my new costume, especially with the wooden handle sticking obscenely
out of my asshole.
Eventually he released me after removing the handle and sent me into the kitchen
to serve him his tea. He refused to let me put on anything over my very
revealing costume. He told me that now I was his sex slave and I was to always
be ready for him. He sat at the table still naked himself. When his meal was
on the table he tied my hands together behind my back again, pushed me down on
to my knees under the table and told me to suck his prick whilst he ate. So
whilst he filled his mouth with food, my mouth was filled with his prick, which
rapidly got hard again!
After his meal he fetched a two foot long rod that had a leather cuff attached
to each end which he strapped around my ankles. He told me that this was called
a spreader bar. That's just what it did, it spread me wide open. It was
difficult, but not impossible to walk whilst attached to this. What it did do
was make me completely aware of my sexual vulnerability. He told me to wash the
dishes. He stood behind me as I washed them. His right hand delved between my
opened legs, his fingers playing in my sopping cunt. He left hand massaged my
tits. I could feel his rock hard prick gently prodding at my anus, reminding me
of his promise to fuck me there, when he was ready.
When I finished the dishes he again bound my wrists behind me. This time he
took another rope and wrapped it around the top of my arms, just above my elbows
and tied this off. This rope had the amazing effect of pushing my tits out
even more. He took a ball of twine out of the kitchen drawer and proceeded to
wrap several coils of this around the base of my left breast and then tied it
off. I looked down to see my breast was hard from the restriction. My nipple
was engorged and stuck out from the tight flesh of my breast like an organ stop.
My breast felt like a separate part of my body. He treated my right breast in
the same way.
He led me back into the living room. I stumbled along after him trying to keep
my balance as I adapted to the wide legged waddle made necessary by the leg
spreader. He knelt me down in front of the three seater settee that faced the
large screen TV and video. The wide spread of my ankles meant that I was
practically sitting on my open cunt. He untied my arms from behind me and then
tied each wrist to its respective ankle.
He turned on the TV and pressed play on the video switch. He had purchased a
real pornographic video whilst he had been away. The opening scene showed an
attractive woman walking down the street. She was wearing a shaped leather
jacket with plenty of zips and a short leather skirt with knee length boots.
Hanging from her belt at the waist was a pair of shining metal handcuffs. The
camera followed her as she entered a building and went into a lift. As soon as
the lift door closed her hand she pulled up the front of her skirt and started
to rub herself through her knickers. The lift rose to the top floor where she
exited. She walked down a short passage and entered an apartment. The camera
followed her into the apartment's bedroom.
In the bedroom there was a naked woman bound to a bed by her wrists which were
spread apart to each corner of the head board. Her ankles were pulled up over
her head and tied to the same corners. This left her wide open and vulnerable
I could even see her ass hole. She wore
a full rubber head mask that totally hid her identity. As we watched the
leather clad woman climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of the bound woman
and bent and started to lick her open cunt. With the full mask blinding her the
bound woman would not know wether she was being
licked by a man or a woman. She didn't seem to care as she strained against her
bonds to thrust her cunt up towards the licking tounge. The kneeling position
pushed her bottom into the air causing the edges of the skirt to rise above her
rounded ass revealing that she was wearing a G string which left her ass bear
beneath the dress. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the woman's ass
lovingly following the string of the G as it nestled between her ass cheeks,
then zoomed
out slightly to take in to the frame the way her tongue was working its way into
the bound woman's portals of pleasure. As we watched the action on the screen
Frank leaned forward and took my bound tits in his hands, massaging my nipples
between the finger and thumb of each hand pinching them making me writhe with
the exquisite pleasure this brought me as I again found myself becoming
sexually excited. This was the first time I had ever watched someone else
involved in sex and I was finding it a real turn on, especially seeing that
bondage was central to what was happening to me, and the activity on the screen.
As I watched the TV screen a man joined the action. He climbed onto the bed and
knelt behind the bent woman. His prick was huge and swollen with his arousal.
He pushed up the kneeling woman's skirt until it was around her waist. The man
took a small bulldog clip from the bedside table, opened its jaws and clipped it
onto the nipple of the bound woman's right breast. I thought to myself "That
must hurt like hell". He took a second bulldog clip and treated the left breast
in the same way. The camera zoomed in on the bound woman's mouth. Her lips were
drawn back away from the rubber ball which had been forced in behind her teeth,
spreading her mouth into a grimace. Her eyes were wide open, tears of pain
glistened as they seeped out onto her cheeks. The kneeling woman continued to
orally stimulate the bound woman, apparently ignoring the man.
The man pulled aside the G string and pushed his prick into the kneeling
woman's cunt. As he did so my master pushed me forward. With my hands bound to
my ankles and my legs spread as they were, this meant that I ended up with my
face on the floor and my ass in the air.
My master entered me from behind, just as the man on the screen had the woman he
was fucking in front of my eyes. His hands gripped my swollen and sensitive
breasts to give him leverage to enter me firmly. I turned my head slightly so
that I could continue to watch the screen. The prick in my cunt was pumping in
exact rhythm with the action on the screen. It was an exhilarating sensation to
watch someone else being fucked and at the same time to be fucked myself. I
couldn't take my eyes of the screen. I was fascinated by the sight of the
stranger's prick pumping in and out of the kneeling woman and the way with each
thrust, her face was pushed into the bound woman's cunt.
As I watched the man on the screen withdrew his prick from the woman's cunt and
pushed it into her ass hole. I gasped with amazement as I watched it sink into
her anus. I felt my master follow suit. His prick, wet from my cunt, nudged at
my anal ring. I had never been fucked there before. I was an anal virgin. I
felt a momentary pain as he forced himself into my body, but it didn't last
long. Once he had penetrated me I found that in a strange way I was actually
enjoying it. It was a lot different from the feeling I had when he had pushed
the wooden handle in to my ass. His prick was more alive. I could also feel his
thighs against me which also heightened my awareness of what was happening. It
wasn't the same as being fucked in my cunt, but it was pleasurable in a
different way. It helped that I had been anticipating this all evening so I
was prepared. It also helped that I was on a sexual high from all that had
already happened and from the viewing of the action on the screen in front of
me. It was exciting being fucked whilst watching someone else being fucked. I
must be a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. I wondered what it would be like if
I was the one tied to the bed and say, Sarah my best friend was the one licking
my cunt and Frank who was fucking her. I wondered if Sarah would let him, or
whether I would have to tie her to the bed instead. That idea excited me. I
would love to tie Sarah up, now that I came to think about it. She had a lovely
body that I had often admired and I knew that Frank thought so, too. Sarah and I
had been friends since the final year of primary, right through our adolescence.
We had our first period within weeks of each other and had shared as bed on more
than one occasion. We had explored each other's growing bodies during our early
teens and we had often dated together. I remembered more than one double date
when we had both fooled around with our respective partners when we had parked
up. So sharing sexual activity would not be a totally off the wall thing, It
was just that we had never actually got it together, together, if you know what
I mean. Also, Frank had been out with Sarah a few times before we started to go
steady and she had told me that they had had sex together, so they were no
strangers to each others bodies. She was single at the moment, so there would be
no one else to consider if I decided I wanted to explore that avenue.
The man on the screen continued fucking the woman in the ass for several
minutes, but which seemed to me to be much longer than that, before withdrawing
to spurt his come all over the woman's ass and back. Frank was not yet ready
to come and continued to pump into me even after that action had finished on the
screen. The scene on the screen changed to a second room. The two women
entered the room. The one who had been tied to the bed was still naked and
wearing the face mask but now she was wearing black rubber dance pants as well.
I had seen some like them in the rubber wear supplement to the exotic wear
catalogue from which I had purchased the
body suit. I wondered if these pants contained the double dildos that the
illustration in the catalogue had shown as one of the alternatives for the dance
pants. If so I wondered whether she could feel them moving within her as she
walked. Her breasts were bound in the same way mine were, her nipples stuck out
hard and firm. So, now I knew where my master had got that idea. The nipple
clamps were still attached to her now very hard nipples. They had a light chain
joining them from which a lead led by which the other woman was pulling her into
the room. The firmness of the skin of her breasts caused by the restriction of
the ropes ensured that her breasts pointed forward. Her nipples were elongated
out from her breasts because of the pull on the lead being imposed by the other
woman. As I watched the bound woman walk across the room there seemed some how
to be something familiar about her.
The second woman was now wearing an open crotch cat suit made out of a soft
leather which moulded beautifully to her luscious body. The open crotch was cut
like my playsuit revealing the whole of her firm ass at the back. She had a
well rounded ass which stuck out proudly from the restrictive leather.
The man followed them. He was wearing tight pants which outlined his solid
erection and a close fitting black tee-shirt.
He ordered the second woman to secure the slave to a wooden vault horse which
was in the centre of the room. The slave was bent over the horse with her
bottom sticking up into the air, her ankles
fastened wide apart to the base of the horse, and her wrists similarly tied on
the other side. They each then took a leather strap and proceeded to smack her
backside over the rubber. The rubber clung tightly to her body and I knew that
she must be feeling every slap. The sound track reproduced the sounds of the
leather hitting her soft body and the gaps which managed to get past the
obstruction of the gag. The camera zeroed in on her contorted face to show her
reaction
to each slap of the belt, then moved to zero in on her bottom. I could now see
that there was a round protrusion in the rubber just where her asshole would be,
so she did have a dildo up her ass. Each slap caused a vibration through the
rubber dildo which I knew must be exciting to her. As they slapped her, Frank
seemed to grow harder inside me, and his thrusts harder and deeper into my ass.
One of his hands moved away from my breast to play with my cunt, his fingers
playing in and out of my moist depths, his thumb flicking at my clitoris
bringing me back to the boil again.
After several moments they put the belts down. The mistress then went and stood
back to back with the bound slave. She spread her legs so that her legs
paralleled those of the slave. The eye of the camera lingered lovingly on the
moistness glistening through the gap in the leather cat suit through which the
pink folds of her cunt protruded. After a few short moments it panned back to
show the master with several loops of rope in his hand. He knelt and tied their
ankles together. Then he took another loop around their joined knees, and then
their joined thighs. He tied her hands together in front of her, leaving a
loop between her wrists about five inches, then bent
and picked up a wood rod which pushed through her elbows across her back. This
pulled her hands into her body, tightening the loose rope between her wrists. He
tied the rod into place then stepped back and picked up one of the straps and
suddenly brought it straight up between her legs, hitting her full in her wide
spread vulnerably opened cunt. She grunted with the force of the blow which
caused her to stretch up onto her toes. Frank rammed himself hard into my ass
and exploded, his come pumped into me as he rose up straightening his legs to
get a good firm leaverage into me. He lifted me off my knees with the impact.
The man in the video repeated his actions three more
times. Each time Frank pulled out of me as the man started his swing and rammed
into me as the leather strap smacked into the woman's now tender cunt.
Obviously this was a great turn on for Frank. The woman started to spurt with
her come after the fourth blow, her body jerking as much as it was able, against
the restricting ropes, her mouth open as she screamed when she climaxed. Frank
climaxed too, jetting his fluids into my ass.
The video went dark and Frank withdrew his prick from my body, allowing me to
settle back onto the carpet. He sat back on the settee to recover, leaving me to
my own devices. After a few minutes I heard the clanking of metal against metal
as he removed his cock ring. I knew then that we had finished for the night. I
expected him to release me but instead he left me where I was whilst he went
upstairs to take a shower and prepare himself for bed. By the time he returned
about half an hour later I was beginning to feel a little cramped. He stood
over me for a moment surveying his handy work.
"I really do like you when you're all tied up, like this" he told me. "It's
obvious that you enjoyed it too, am I right?" He questioned me. I had to agree
and told him that I had enjoyed it, that I had never had so many climaxes in so
short a space of time before. "Well, I guess we will have to find time to do
this again, and often my little sex slave. Now, lets get you untied, into the
shower and off to bed." He released me, told me to carry the bondage implements
to our bedroom, and led me up stairs to our bedroom. I deposited the rope and
ankle spreader on the blanket chest at the bottom of our bed and went to the
bathroom to shower.
When I got back from the shower he told me to lie down on the bed. He took out a
couple of coils of rope and tied my wrists to my ankles. This left me with my
knees bent and my legs open. He took a dildo shaped vibrator out of his case,
turned it on and proceeded to move it in and out of my gaping cunt, touching my
clitoris with it between each entry to make sure that I received the most
possible enjoyment. I came several times with soul splitting intensity. He left
me tied up
like that for the night.
I awoke late the next morning to find that Frank had released the ropes and
slipped away to go to the office to write up his report for the visits he had
made whilst away. I climbed out of bed and went to the loo. On my return I
noticed that the ropes and leg spreader were still on the top of the blanket
chest where I had put them last night. I sat down on the bed and picked up the
spreader bar. I caressed the leather of the ankle straps, remembering how horny
I had been last night when he had me fastened into them. How sexy I had felt
with my cunt and ass held open to his view. I couldn't resist. I bent down and
strapped one of the straps around my left ankle, then strapped the second one
around my right ankle. I was now spread as I had been last night. I closed my
eyes and remembered, my hand went down to my opened cunt, and I rubbed my
fingers against my clit, then
down into my soft, moist pouch. I wondered what Sarah would say if she chose now
to call in for one of her unexpected visits. Would I even dare to open the
door. (I hadn't opened the blinds, so if she did call she might think I was
still in bed if I didn't answer her knock.)
I passed the morning doing my household chores, the vacuuming, the washing and
the ironing, still with my legs spread by the bar between my ankles. Having
completed all this by mid morning I was left with little else to do as I
couldn't go out to the shops, as I would normally have done. I decided I would
telephone Sarah, to pass the time whilst I waited for Frank to come back, so I
sat down on the leather couch in Frank's study and picked up the phone. The
phone rang out and whilst I waited for Sarah to answer I looked around the room.
I could see myself in the mirror, my legs spread wide by the bar. Frank had put
up what looked like one of these motto plaques.
It spelt out "BOUND TO PLEASE" I looked a little closer and saw that each of
the letters was made up of female figures tied up in various ways to make up the
letters. The letter B was made up of two woman head to head, their bodies bowed
in a hog-tie, their forearms tied along the length of their calves to make the
straight side of the B, their arched bellies curved to make the arcs of the
letter. The letter O was a woman bound backwards around the rim of an old
fashioned cart wheel. The U was a woman hanging by wrists and ankles The N was
three woman each bound to a straight pole. The other letters were similar
combinations of young, attractive, nubile and naked bound woman. A most
unusual wall decoration indeed. Every one of the women was gagged and had
dildoes stuck in their cunts!!!
Sarah answered the phone in her usual bright cheery fashion and we chatted as
usual about the goings on amongst our friends and acquaintances. I couldn't help
but smile as at one point she said that she hadn't been able to speak to one of
our friends, Kathy, because she was tied up in a meeting. I couldn't help
giggling at that, knowing that I was "tied up" too, in a more literal sense.
"I'm a bit tied up myself at the moment" I found myself blurting out to Sarah.
"Are you, now" she replied. "Tell me, did you enjoy yourself last night when
Frank got home?"
"Yes indeed, " I admitted. "I'm overwhelmed by the number of times he made me
come last night."
"I don't suppose last night had anything to do with your being "a little tied"
up now, would it?" she asked.
"Well yes, I suppose it does, in a way. Frank left me a little present by the
bed this morning and I'm wearing it now. Maybe you'd like to pop over and see
for yourself." I couldn't believe that I'd just
invited my oldest and best friend over to my house to see me naked and tied into
a spreader bar, but that was exactly what I, and my big mouth, had done.
"Of course I'll come over" was her quick reply, "I'm certain sure that anything
Frank has got for you is bound to be interesting." I wondered if that was a
deliberate play on words. If it was maybe she knew more about last night than I
might have expected, especially remembering that Frank and Sarah had gone
together for a while before Frank and I became an item. "I'll be over in ten
minutes," she continued, "so that you can show me then. I've got something on
myself which I think you might like. I'll see you shortly." She hung up and I
slowly replaced the telephone. What was I going to do now? Should I stay as I
was or should I go up stairs and change? I decided that I would stay as I was.
It would be interesting to see if I had picked up correctly on her innuendoes!
True to her word she arrived ten minutes later. I watched through the slats of
the blinds as she walked up to the front door. She was carrying a bag and
despite the fact that the day was warm she was wearing a black rubber rain
coat!! I went to the door, opened it whilst ensuring that I kept it between me
and the outside world. Sarah stepped inside. I closed the door as she turned to
me. She looked me up and down a broad smile on her face. "Gotcha" she said.
With her right hand she unbuttoned the rain coat and opened it. I was startled
to see that her tits were tied up with rope just as the woman in the video the
night before, with similar nipple clamps and she was wearing the same black
rubber dance pants.
"Recognise anything?" she asked me. I gasped out. "I knew there was something
familiar about that woman last night. It was you!!"
"Yes, " she gleefully informed me. "Frank took me to the bondage club over the
weekend. I introduced him to it when we were going together. I told him that I
thought you would get off on bondage just like me. I was right, wasn't I?"
I agreed with her whole heatedly.
"Frank told me to call in and get you ready for when he came in this afternoon.
I was just on my way to come round here when you called me."
"You mean you we dressed like this at the office" I asked amazed and exited at
the idea.
"Absolutely and I wasn't the only one either. I told you that Kathy was tied up
in a meeting, didn't I? Well she was tied up all right. The bosses had her tied
to a to a desk and were taking turns in fucking her. From the sounds coming
from the board room she was enjoying it all as much as they were!! The office
is a meeting point for several of the masters from the bondage club. Kathy and
I often find ourselves tied up for their enjoyment. There's hardly a day goes by
when we don't find ourselves tied up to be well and truly fucked. Its a great
job!! I've already had a good seeing to myself today. I've been fucked in the
face and ass as well as in the cunt.. You'll be joining us now, so you'll have
to get used to being always ready. They'll fuck you in full view of each other,
so get ready for multiple pricks and multiple orgasms."
She reached into the bag and pulled out a rubber face mask. "He wants you to
wear this for him. You should find this interesting."
She unzipped the back of the hood and pulled it over my head. There was a
short, fat rubber dildo sticking out inside it which she pushed into my mouth
and then re-zipped it. The mask was shaped to fit my head and could have been
made just for me, it fit so well. It had soft foam inside it which pressed onto
my eyes and it had holes under my nostrils to allow me to breath, which was a
good job, as my mouth was well stuffed. The ear pieces were padded, too, so I
was blind, deaf and dumb!!! I was now dependent upon Sarah for guidance. She
took my hand and led me forward. She turned me into the down stairs loo. "You'd
better avail yourself of the toilet before we go any
further. From what I understand, you'll be to tied up for the rest of the day
so avail yourself of the amenities now, unless you want to be pissing whilst
you're all tied up. You'll not always have the choice. One of the things they
like to make us do is to go as long as we can with a full bladder, then they
will do every thing they can to make you piss, but you have to try not to,
because they will punish you if you loose control."
I sat on the toilet bowl and proceeded to relieve myself. It was a new
experience to perform my ablutions whilst in bondage and blind folded. Sarah
played with my breasts whilst I did so, tweaking at my nipples to make them
stand out. I reached out and found that she was standing right in front of me.
I could feel the rubber of her dance pants under my hands. I ran my hand across
her stomach and down between her legs to confirm my suspicions that there was a
dildo in side the crotch. I felt the hard nub of its head. It was vibrating
gently. The lucky bitch. she was obviously well taken care of, whilst poor old
me, I was having to do without. Still, from what Sarah had said, this would soon
be taken care of. I wondered whether Frank would be alone when he came home for
lunch, or would he bring one of his business associates to help to initiate me
into my new role as a sex slave.
I finished pissing. Sarah tore of some soft toilet tissue and wiped me dry. I
had never had anyone do that for me before! As she dried me she made a point of
tweaking my clit, to keep me interested. She led me from the toilet into the
bedroom where she sat me down on the edge of the bed. She then tied a piece of
rope around the base of my breasts wrapping it around the base of each two or
three times pulling each loop tight forcing my tits into hard cones. She then
took a loop around the juncture of the tie between my breasts which pulled my
breasts towards each other. From this tie point she took a loop around the back
of my neck and back down where she had started. She then continued down to my
waist where she wrapped it around me for three turns, again pulling it tight
enough so that I could feel the stricture. Having completed this she ran a
length of what was obviously a long rope, down across my stomach. She urged me
to stand
so that she could run this loop between my legs and back up to the waist tie at
the back. she pulled this loop tight so that it buried itself deep into the
cleft of my cunt and anus. She proceeded to tie
my wrists together with this loop, pulling my hands into the cleft of my bum.
She again ran the loop back between my legs and to the waist tie at the front,
and then back again, so that I now had three loops dividing my cunt. This time
she took the rope upto my upper arms and tied these together pulling my
shoulders hard back in doing so. She then stood me up, turned me round and then
pushed me face down onto the bed. She then took the last bit of rope and
wrapped it around the centre of the spreader bar and pulled it tight so that my
legs were bent into my body.
Sarah now had me in a tight hog-tie lying on the bed face down. The fact that
she had run the linking rope from the centre of the ankle spreader bar to the
upper arm tie meant that my body arched backwards slightly, lifting my knees and
shoulders up from the bed. My nipples were extra sensitive because of the rope
around the base of my breasts. In this position they lightly touched the rough
cotton of the bedspread. I found that if I moved slightly the rough cotton
rubbed against my nipples and sent a tingling sensation through my body. I also
found that if I wriggled my wrists that the rope between my legs rubbed against
my clit. All in all, despite being alone, I was able
to keep myself amused! With the loss of external senses of sight and sound I
was unable to
keep track of time, but time was irrelevant. I knew that soon enough Frank
would come home and it would then be time for his pleasure. Now was a time for
mine. The pinus gag was the only thing which detracted from my enjoyment. I
had never been gagged before last night, and that was only temporary and I had
control of how long I was gagged for. Now I was no longer in control. The
rubber filled my mouth, keeping it open around its hardness. I found that I had
to consciously
swallow the saliva formed, and this was not the easiest thing in the world to do
with my mouth open. The natural tendency when swallowing is to close the mouth.
Swallowing with my mouth forced open reminded me a little of the dentist! So
much of my conscious thought was taken
up with this new sensation. Allied with this were my masturbatory actions.
Together these different sensations combined to give me a newly awakened
awareness of my body.
I was so lost in these sensations that I had forgotten Sarah! However she had
not forgotten me. The bed dipped as she sat down on the edge. I could tell
it was Sarah because of her perfume, which was now subtly blended with the smell
of sex, both her's and mine. Last night I had wondered what it would be like to
have another woman make love to me. Now I was about to begin to find out. She
tipped me over on to my side so that she had access to the front of my body.
The ankle spreader caused one leg to be high in the air, whilst the other lay on
the bed. Sarah must have had a delightful eye full of my cuntal split, divided
as it was by the rope which I could feel buried deep into my slit.
I felt her tongue on the upper surface of my left breast which as I was now
lying on me right side, was the upper one. The hot, wet feel of her tongue gave
me a momentary shock. Her hand circled the base of my breast over the rope
binding and squeezed gently as her tongue glided down the surface of my breast.
Because of the rope binding the surface skin of my breast was stretched tight
and was now very sensitive. I could feel her tongue with every fibre of my
body. Her tongue slid along the surface of my breast until it reached my
elongated nipple. She flicked her tongue over my nipple and I felt the shock
right through my body. The ropes tightened as I shuddered against their
restraint. I spasmed with a sudden, unexpected climax. My whole body arched even
tighter as I came. With my legs held apart as they were I could not hold the
wetness in my body and I could feel the soft liquid oozing around the ropes
which blocked the entrance to my cunt.
As she sucked my nipple into the hot, warm depth of her mouth, pleasuring me
still further, her hand found my wet secret place, the entrance of which was
partly blocked to her by the rope which was now pulled tight between my pussy
lips. She slid a finger in past the rope and into the wet, clingy softness,
whilst her thumb tickled against the point of my clit, which she had so
carefully positioned between the ropes so that it stood out awaiting her
administrations. I spasmed again at this very intimate touch. I was beginning
to realise how much more arousal was available to me now than I could ever have
dreamed of. If any one had said to me before hand that bondage would have had
this effect on me I would have laughed. Now, as an initiate, I knew
differently. The bondage had some how centred my physical and emotional needs
together into a super sensitive whole.
She sucked at my breasts for a little while, alternating between the two, all
the while continuing to minister to my clit and pussy with her fingers. I
seemed to be in constant state of climax. Then her lips left my breasts and
her hand moved away from between my legs. I felt totally bereft, unable to
articulate my desire for her to continue because of the face mask and gag.
However I strained against my bonds, trying to show her that I wanted her to
continue.
Her hand was again on my breast, pulling at my nipple to elongate it. Suddenly
an exquisite pain lanced through my body, centred on my nipple. Something was
gripping it very tightly. I realised that she had clamped my nipple with
something, probably one of the nipples clamps that she had been wearing when she
arrived. Her carriage at that time had not indicated to me the severity of the
sensation that their application would have. Now though I knew for myself. I
had tried to scream, involuntarily when she had applied the wicked device, but
all that had got passed the gag was a heavy grunt. She attacked the other
breast in the same way. I felt like my whole being was
centred on those two points of exquisite pain!!
In compensation for the pain, Sarah touched my clit with the hard point of a
vibrator. The unexpectedness of this again had me reacting in a way much
greater than would have been the case if I had received warning of its
application through my sight. However, blinded as I was by the head mask I had
received no warning of either assault on my body, neither the painful nor the
pleasurable. These two feelings warred against each other to get my attention.
Slowly, the pleasurable won over the painful, turning the pain into an extension
of the pleasure. I again found that my body was spasming from yet another
climax which racked my abused body from head to toes. I wondered if it would
never end, I hoped not. Thank God she had decided to mitigate the torture she
had applied to my breasts with the more exquisite "torture" that she had
applied to my clitoris. It was torture because I had no control over it, I
could neither encourage nor discourage her from her ministrations. It was
exquisite because it had my pleasure centre throbbing with ecstasy. I could
feel the liquid seepage of my cum trickling down my thigh onto the bed. No
sooner had I become aware of this than Sarah's tongue started to lap at it, her
tongue tickled as it moved over my skin moving inexorably towards the apex of my
thighs, towards the soft, liquid centre of what was now my total existence. Her
tongue joined the tip of the vibrator and lapped at the hardened bud of my
female sexuality. The additional assault on this by now super sensitive
organ caused me to explode into a cum spurting orgasm. I could feel it jetting
out from between my legs. Sarah's ministrations stopped abruptly. I felt the
bed move as she backed away of the bed. I was left alone to come down from the
clouds where my earth shattering orgasm had thrown me.
My orgasmic throws gentled until I was lying exhausted on the bed. I could feel
my nipples now as a dull throb of sensation. I wondered where Sarah had gone.
I wondered if she had left and returned to the office or whether she was in fact
sitting on one of the two armchairs which sat in the window alcove. I hoped
she had not deserted me. Secured as I was with no hearing and blinded I did not
relish the idea that I might now be on my own! Gagged as I still was, I could
not even ask her to speak to me. I hoped fervently that she was still in the
room, keeping an eye on me to make sure that I was OK.
I lay there for some little while, waiting for something to happen. I had never
been very patient. Now I was forced into it. I wriggled from time to time,
trying to keep comfortable, or as comfortable as the restrictions of the bondage
would allow. I wished Sarah would remove the gag. Everything else was OK, even
the nipple clamps, but the gag frightened me. What if I were to choke on my
saliva? As I considered this possibility, I became more and more restless,
hoping
by my movements to attract Sarah's attention if she was still in fact in the
room.
It was as if my thoughts were parent to here actions because just at this very
moment when I became frighteningly aware of the gag, Sarah's hands were on my
head unfastening the mask and removing it. I blinked as the light from the
window hit my eyes. Then Sarah blocked out the light as she leaned forward and
gave me a most thorough kiss. I found myself responding without thought of the
unusual nature of sharing the kind of kiss with her that I had previously only
shared with Frank. Her tongue was playing in my mouth just as his did when his
prick was hard and he was wanting to fuck me and I found that my reaction was
just the same, I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to feel a rock hard prick driving into my body. Sarah had given me a
lot of pleasure and I had climaxed several times in glorious fashion but I was
still unfulfilled. I still wanted a prick,
any one's prick would do at this moment, but Frank's would be best; it already
knew my cunt so well.
Sarah straightened, sat down on the bed beside me. "Now, tell me all about last
night, every detail. I want to know what he did, where he did it, what you felt
and don't hold back anything."
So I told her everything. I told her how he'd tied my hands behind my back with
his necktie. I told her how he'd tied me to the table and fucked me with the
handles from the skipping rope. I told her how he'd smacked my bum. I told her
how he'd fucked my cunt and face while I was tied to the table. I told her how
he'd made me kneel under the table while he ate his meal and how I'd sucked him
off while he'd eaten. I told her how he's tied me up in the living room in front
of the TV, made me watch a bondage movie in which I now knew she had taken part.
How he had fucked me in the cunt and ass while we watched the movie. I told her
how he'd tied me up again after I had showered and how he had fucked me again.
And I told her that I had loved every minute of it!!! All this while I lay on
the bed in front of her, tied up in a hog-tie that now seemed almost natural to
me. I found that I was getting excited again as I described everything that had
happened to me in great detail. Sarah and I had know each other for a long time
had shared our adolescent years, had our first period's together, had double
dated, had shared all our experiences todate, apart from Sarah's trip into
bondage, which she had for some reason kept secret from me.
Sarah grinned at me.
"I told Frank you'd make an ideal slave. He didn't believe me. He thought you
were too pure and innocent. I told him that it was the pure and innocent that
got off best when tied up. It allows you to drop your shields and to be the
real you, know what I mean. I've always known you were a hot sexy woman, it
just needed the right man, and Frank's the right man for you, and the right
woman, that's me, to bring out the best in you. Now we are going to share you.
Frank's invited me to move in with you both, if you agree, so that we can really
go to town! I can tie you up and you can tie me up and Frank can fuck us both!
How about it?"
"First," I said, "tell me why you kept this secret from me for all these
month's. We've always shared everything. You're my best friend and I thought
we had no secrets and now you tell me that
you've been a secret bondage freak for months without telling me!"
"I didn't tell you at first because I was shy. I thought you would call me a
freak. Then I couldn't tell you because you were still a virgin and my masters
said that only non-virgins could be initiated
into the club. Now you and Frank have been married for 3 months, it was time to
test you to see if you were ready. So last night happened, and you loved it
just as I knew you would. Now you can
become a member of the club with me and Frank. Now you have tasted of the
ecstasy you are ready."
" You could have told me, you know, I wouldn't have laughed or anything. You
know I always wanted to be like you, able to respond sexually without
inhibitions. Now you must tell me about your first time like this"
Well I was going with Ted at the time and I was getting bored with him. He took
me to this new club he'd found. He said he thought I might find it interesting.
It was called "The Domino". When we got inside I was amazed. All the
waitresses and floor hostesses wore neck collars, arm bands, wrist bands, thigh
bands and ankle bands made of leather. They all wore very short black skirts
and white, see through blouses. Some wore panties, but most didn't. Those that
did were red rubber pants with cut outs through which their fannies stuck out!
When they bent over the tables to deliver drinks or collect empty glasses they
made a point of keeping their legs straight and bent forward from the waist in
such a way as to ensure that their short skirts rode up above the round cheeks
of their backsides to clearly show every one near enough to see whether or not
they were wearing panties.
Only a few of them wore bra and those that did were shiny black rubber with
holes through which their nipples protruded. Most of the hostesses had pierced
nipples including all the girls who wore the rubber bra. Some wore studs
through them but there were several who sported gold rings with linking chains.
There were even two with padlocks hanging from their nipple rings!
In the centre of the room, hanging above the dance floor were two gilded cages.
Inside each were two naked girls gyrating to the music. They had nipple rings,
belly button rings and rings through their labia. The amazing thing was that
these girls were connected by light chains running between them, attached to the
opposite ring on their partner! I tell you they had to be careful not to pull
too hard on those chains or they could have done them selves some serious
damage. I can tell you they were often pulled tight between them with very
interesting results! I felt quite over dressed I can tell you, and under
decorated with only simple ear rings.
The bar men wore tight leather trousers, their chests naked. They all sported
at least one nipple ring.
I found myself getting all hot again as she described the scene. I closed my
eyes so that I could visualise it better. The picture that formed behind my
eyelids was spectacular in its depravity. In my imagination the guys were all
naked with rings through the end of their cocks. Well fair's fair after all!
Sarah continued. "The walls were all decorated with painting of, well let me
describe them as damsels in distress. There were pictures of fair maidens from
the middle ages strapped to rocks while dragons breathed fire near by. There
were science fiction style pictures of scantily clad woman bound hand and foot
being carried over the shoulders of alien monsters. And there were modern
photographs of nubile woman bound to posts, fastened into stocks and stretched
out on
racks, dangling from mettle rings in dungeons lit only by the red from hot
braziers. All these woman were of course stark naked!"
"I looked around and found that all this sexual display was getting me excited.
As I watched one of the waitresses bend over a table I saw one of the men put
his hand in-between her legs. She put down the glass she was about to lift,
reached over to the far edge of the table and gripped the edge with her hands,
and let him feel her up. I watched as his fingers disappeared into her body and
she made no effort to stop him. The two other guys sitting at the table each
cupped one of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and the woman sitting
on the far side of the table leaned forward to kiss the waitress. I looked
around to see what the reaction of the other guests was. Every body ignored
them! I hoped there were no coppers in. I tell you something, though, I found
out later that the guy with his hand in the waitress's cunt was the local chief
superintendent of police. He was a founder member of the club along with the
chief justice." Sarah grinned. "His wife was the woman kissing the waitress.
She's a great believer in what's good for the gander's also good for the goose.
She's a great lady. Well preserved for her age, she is too, loves a good
fucking and she makes one hell of a noise when she cums. Grant has to gag her
to keep the noise level down."
"We spent the evening there. Ted introduced me to several of the waitresses and
some of the men. That was where I was introduced to my present boss. He's the
super's brother and was one of the other men at the table. We sat at one of
the tables near the back of the club where we could see everything that was
going on and we talked about it. That was when he told me that the club was a
bondage club. He told me that there were private rooms up stairs where members
could take their guests and indulge in their fantasies. He told me that all the
photographs on display had been taken in the private rooms. The dungeon ones
had been taken in the cellars which were a religious
duplicate of some dungeons that the super had seen in a Spanish castle. He had
improved them by adding central heating for the comfort of the members and had
added electricity for lighting and to
power certain special devices that he had installed, but in every other way they
were true replicas of the Spanish Dungeons. I asked him if he would like to take
me to one of the private rooms. He did, so we did and I found I enjoyed it."
She stopped talking. "Come on, Sarah," I said, "You can't stop there. Its just
getting interesting. Please, please tell me what he did."
Sarah grinned. "Impatient little thing aren't you. Well you're going to have to
learn to be patient now, my little slave."
"When we got up to the room, which was quite large with a double bed in the
middle, he just had me take of my dress and shoes, "Sarah obligingly continued.
"I was wearing that red dress. you know the one, that makes my breast seem
bigger than they are because of the underwiring in the bust. It also presents
my tits on a platter as you know. I was only wearing suspenders and stockings
with red panties under the dress. He told me not to bother taking them off but
just to
lie down on the bed. He tied me spread eagled with my wrists to the top corners
and my ankles to the bottom of the bed. He knelt over me and while I sucked his
cock he played with my breasts and then my cunt, just pushing my pants out of
the way. Some guys get off on fucking you when you're partly clothed, you know.
Ted's one of them. He never let's me get completely naked and there's nothing
he likes better than taking me up an alleyway some where and just lifting my
dress and fucking me like that. He's fucked me in store rooms off busy
corridors, in the toilet at the cinema, (I'll tell you about that later), in
more than one lift, and in the corridor of a moving train but none of these
turned me one quite as much as being tied to a bed in what was, after all,
almost a public place. I found that being restricted like that was a great turn
on. He eventually got round to fucking me but not before I was begging him to
finish me off. I think that's the best thing about being tied up, it encourages
the guys to play around with us before they eventually do their bit and actually
get to the good old fashioned fucking. Since then we've progressed to more
adventurous bondage. And of course I took the job with super Dick and his
cronies so there's never a dull day now, apart from that time of the month.
That problem hasn't changed much. Though bondage is still practical then its no
fun for either party. However, that's when I sometimes move over to the Dom
side of things. I may not be able to receive sexual entry at that time, but I
can still get off on tying others up and am quite capable of using my mouth to
good advantage."
Sarah decided that it was time now to get me ready for Frank so she removed all
the ropes releasing me from the ankle spreader and removed the nipple clamps.
What a relief there removal brought to me. Their relentless pressure had made
it impossible for me to forget about them except when I was in the full flood of
the orgasm Sarah had induced with the vibrator
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