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First - an introduction from the author...
I have been writing erotic stories for several years, and in
addition, I have compiled other true stories from both personal
acquaintances, and also pen pals.
The true stories are obvious, and the fiction is my own work.
I have not shied away from any theme, so, the bottom line is -
If you are over 18, and are not likely to be offended by some of
the content, then read on, otherwise leave this page now.
Veronica.


Theme: True story


Bondage Surprise.

    I'm Geraldine, a 35 year old freelance writer, mainly short stories for
women - nothing risque or anything as I doubt if I'd keep my outlets for very
long if they were. I always intended to branch out into a full novel eventually,
but it hasn't happened as yet. I specialise in articles for several local papers,
(by local I mean local to myself, not national). 
    I've been married to my loving husband Bob for 13 years now, and we've
never had a cross word in all that time, which must really mean something.

    However, a couple of years ago we both realised that our sex life was
becoming almost non-existant, partly due to him working away a fair bit, and
also due to a little bit of boredom with the same old positions etc. So, after a
heart to heart, we decided that we were both far to young to just become a
comfortable happily married couple, together just for companionship. We sat
down together one evening and trawled the web to see what other couples
were up to, and god, were we in for a shock. Some of the stuff we found I
wouldn't even begin to try to describe, and, for us at least, was completely
out of the question. However after a couple of evenings evenings of viewing
internet porn, suffice it to say we both quite liked the idea of bondage, so we
decided to give it a try. I forgot to mention that we were fairly well off, with a
large six bedroomed house, which, as luck would have it, included a large
cellar. Within about six months we'd set up a bit of a dungeon in the cellar,
after moving all the wine racks and other stored junk to one end.

    By the end of last year, about three months ago, even that was beginning
to seem 'normal', and the sex became less and less, as before, so one night
I jokingly suggested that we maybe ought to branch out a little and perhaps
involve another couple in our bondage sessions. That didn't go down well at
all with Bob, and to cut a long story short, he hardly spoke to me for a week.
Our first ever disagreement - and my fault entirely. I knew I had to put any
idea along those lines right out of my head, the last thing I wanted was to
risk losing him. Worse than that, our bondage sessions dropped to zero, and
after about two months I began to wonder if maybe he'd really gone off on
one and found someone else, though I didn't really believe in my heart that
he would. I just hoped that he'd just forget I ever mentioned it, and we could
start to get back to normal.

    I was getting more than a little frustrated by this time, and while he was
away with his job one evening, I was feeling really frustrated, and sat down
after my dinner to browse the internet. I found one of the really bad sites we'd
discovered when we looked through them together, and began looking through
some of the stuff the people were getting up to. At first I was shocked, there
were dogs, machines, you name it - it was there. I carried on looking anyway,
having nothing better to do at the time in any case, and to my horror, I found
myself getting really excited, and my panties were beginning to get really wet.
I knew I ought to stop, but I was fascinated by the fact that, the machines
especially, seemed to keep the girls orgasming again and again for ages.
Wow, I thought, what I wouldn't give for one of those right now.

    I decided to switch off at that point and have a bath and an early night. Bob
wasn't due home for another two days so I'd have plenty of time to check
some more sites out tomorrow and friday. After my bath I got straight into bed
to read for a while before I went to sleep. I had no writing to do for about a
week so I had no need to rush up in the morning. I lay there for ages unable to
really concentrate on my book, still feeling as horny as hell, but I refused to
give in to it and masturbate, after all I didn't want to become a sex maniac like
some of the girls on the net. Even with Bob, who knew my every need, I'd only
ever come once in a session, and I was determined to save my frustrations to
take out on him when he came home at the weekend.

    Eventually I must have dozed off, because I suddenly woke up to what I
thought were sounds outside my bedroom door. I sat up in bed and listened,
but hearing nothing more I thought I must have been dreaming. I lay back
down and tried to go back to sleep, but just couldn't get rid of the feeling that
I wasn't alone in the house. It was stupid of course, the house was extremely
secure, Bob always made sure of that because he knew I'd be alone there a
lot of the time while he was working away. Sleep wouldn't come however, so
I decided to put my mind at rest and go down and look around. Maybe get
myself a cup of tea while I was there and take it back to bed.

    I thoroughly searched the house from top to bottom but found nothing of
course, but then I hadn't really expected to unless Bob had come home early
without ringing first, but that wasn't his style. After I came up from the cellar
which was the last point of checking, I did find the back conservatory door
unlocked. I'd been out there that afternoon sitting reading in the sunshine in
the garden, so I guessed I must have forgotten to lock it when I came back in.
No harm done though, I'd been pretty thorough with my search so I knew I was
alone.

    I was still feeling pretty horny though, especially after checking out the
cellar, and remembering the things Bob had done to me tied up down there.
I've no idea why, but I just got the feeling I ought to have a last look down
there before I made my tea to go back up to bed. I locked the conservatory
door, and went back into the hall and opening the door to the cellar, went back
down the stairs. It was a really hot summer night, and as I was alone in the
house anyway, I hadn't bothered to put anything on when I left my bedroom -
a bit stupid really if there had really been someone else there.

   I stood looking at the gadgets we had around - metal loops in the floor and
ceiling, leather couches with wrist and ankle straps attached each end. Even a
set of stocks in the far corner, though I must admit I didn't like them much - far
too uncomfortable for my taste. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, but
before I could turn, a hood was pulled down over my head, and tied round my
neck from behind. I tried to reach round to untie it, but it was tied much too
tight. It must have been made of pretty thick material because not only did it
shut out all light, but in my effort to get it off, I knocked over a candlestick from
the table at the bottom of the stairs behind me where I stood, and only just
heard it hit the floor, and it must have been very loud as it is made of heavy
metal and the floor is stone.

    I stood still, unsure what to do next. I felt disorientated with not being able
to see a thing. In even really dark places, as your eyes begin to adjust you
can at least move about carefully, but with the hood over my head I was in
total blackness. Then I felt a cord or something tighten round my right wrist,
and then the same on my left one. I was afraid to try to move in case I fell, so
I just kept still as my arms were pulled upwards and the cords or ropes,
whatever they were, were tightened, presumably to the rings in the ceiling
which I knew I was standing under.

    Who the hell was doing this I wondered, it had to be Bob, I was sure no-one
else could have gotten past the security locks. Maybe he had, (hopefully),
taken on board the fact that our love life had dropped again to zero, and had
decided to spice it up for me. I decided to just keep quiet and let him do
whatever he'd planned. Then I felt straps being tightened round both my 
ankles, and I allowed my legs to be parted as I assumed the straps were
being tied to the rings in the floor, leaving me spreadeagled in the middle of
the basement.

    Luckily it was a hot midsummer night so the air was quite warm and the
stone floor felt just a little cool underfoot, but not cold. I felt light touches on
my back, then on my left shoulder, then my belly, and gradually, all over my
body at random. No pattern to the touches at all, so I had no idea where the
next one would be. I started to feel very horny especially when the touches
came close to my pussy area, and my bum and breasts. This seemed to go
on for ages, until I was almost screaming to be touched. Then my right nipple
was touched - just for a second, and the lightest touch, but it was like an
electric shock, making me shudder and gasp. The random touching went on
as before, but now included my nipples as well. I could feel them throbbing
with anticipation as I began to be touched around my pussy, not actually on
it, but all around.

    I was squirming by now, I'd never felt anything like this in my life. Even my
feet and lower legs, and the top of my head were included. No part of me was
missed - except for where I was most desperate to be touched. All the time I'd
been with him he'd never made me feel like this, and I began to wonder where
he'd been to learn it all. Then all thoughts vanished from my mind as he
began touching my clit, and running his fingers all around and into my pussy.
As his finger slid inside me, my clitty was still being played with, and then I
felt fingers gently flicking my nipples - both at once, and more playing all over
my breasts, belly, and hips. I just exploded in a terrific orgasm at that point.
It was so intense that my legs just gave way and I was left hanging by my
wrists from the straps round them.

    As I regained my composure, and the strength in my my legs to take my
weight again, I realised, horrified, that there was no way Bob could have been
touching me in all those places at once. There had to be at least one other
person there with him, and by the places I was touched all at once, maybe
even more. The thought of being helplessly molested by a group of men was
beyond my wildest fantasy, (assuming of course that they WERE all men),
and I started to feel as horny as hell again just thinking about it. Bob must
have relented his attitude and decided to give me what he felt I needed, rather
than risk us drifting apart.

    I felt my ankles being released, and then my wrists, and I was guided a few
steps forward, and then turned and made to sit, (by the feel on my bare bum),
on the end of one of the leather couches. Then I was laid back and my wrists
and ankles secured to each end. My bum was on the end, and I was gently
pulled down until my bum was almost off the end, and my legs were pushed
apart with my knees bent due to my ankles being secured to the end below my
bum.

    I felt fingers starting to touch me all over again, this time everywhere at
once - all over my body. I started to wonder how just many other men he'd
brought with him as there seemed to be far too many touches at once, even
for three pairs of hands. It was just amazing and I was overcome with lust.
Then I felt what I knew was a cock, begin to slide inside me. It wasn't Bob, I
knew what his felt like after thirteen years. It began to pump into me, and in no
time I could feel my orgasm building, until I just exploded again as I felt it
bucking and pumping cum inside me.

    I hadn't even come back down from that, when I felt it pulled out, and then
another replaced it, pumping hard into me as before. I sometimes had multiple
orgasms, though not normally - once was usually enough, but this time, I
don't know if it was the excitement of knowing there were other men there
watching, but I just wanted more. It wasn't long before I felt it stating again,
and I reached the edge just as I felt him start to cum inside me. This time
though I must have blacked out because I don't remember him pulling out of
me. The next thing I knew was another starting to push into me. This wasn't
Bob either, it was far too big for him, he wasn't that well endowed, but always
managed to satisfy me nonetheless.

   This guy was huge, and by the time I felt his balls reach my bum, it felt like
he was right inside my womb. As he began to move in and out, it hurt a little
at first. I'd never had a guy as big as that before, but after a minute or so the
pain went off and it began to feel amazing. He moved slowly at first, maybe
realising that he was hurting me, I don't know, but then he started to move
faster and faster, his balls slapping my bum each time he went in, until I
started to cum again, my pussy clamping round his cock, making him feel
even bigger inside me. My orgasm subsided again, but he hadn't stopped
pumping into me. I felt exhausted by now, and just wanted to sleep, but he
(and they) weren't having any of it, and I felt my nipples being stroked again,
and then my clitty being rubbed as he fucked me.

   I couldn't help myself as the lust inside me took over again and I thrust back
at him as he pumped me until I felt him swelling inside me and his hot cum
pumping into me. As it did I just erupted again for the (how many times - I'd
long since lost count), and this time it felt so intense that the next thing I
remember is opening my eyes to find myself still on my back on the couch in
the dungeon, but without the hood or the straps and the light on. I was
completely alone now, so they'd just left me where I slept and gone. I sat up,
feeling a bit sore and battered below, and found I was covered in cum, all
over my belly and dripping from my pussy onto the floor.

    I felt more satisfied than I'd ever felt in my life, and could have easily just
lay back and slept where I was, but knew I'd probably catch a chill if I did, so
I forced myself up and went back upstairs to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I put my dressing gown on this time, and took a bowl of hot water down to the
cellar to clean up the mess they'd left. I couldn't remember how many times
I'd been fucked, because even now I'm not sure if I passed out more than
once, but the one thing that really sticks in my mind, was that none of them
was Bob - that I am certain of.

    Over the next couple of days until he was due home, I tried to think of a
good reason he wouldn't have fucked me himself, but came up with nothing,
so I decided to say nothing about it until he did, in case I set him off on one
again like last time. When he finally arrived home on Saturday evening,
neither of us mentioned it at all, and we sat down to dinner that evening,
chatting about everything but what I really wanted to talk about. Bedtime came
and when we got into bed, we cuddled like we used to, and then made love,
slowly and tenderly, like when we first met.

    Afterwards we lay sleepily in each others' arms and he told me he was
sorry he'd been such a twat treating me like he had, and said he loved me
more than ever, and had got mad because when I came up with that idea, the
thought of anyone else touching me was unbearable to him. He said he'd try
to do better in bed, (and in the dungeon), so I didn't feel the need for anyone
else, as he'd never be able to bear another man touching me. I knew then that
it hadn't been him - not even to organise it, and if I valued our marriage, then
it was a secret I had to keep forever. After I'd forgotten to lock the door that
night, someone HAD come in. It must have been planned by someone who
knew us well, and also knew Bob was away, but even so, it was pure chance
that I'd forgotten to lock the door.

    However, just in case you were wondering, yes - when Bob went away next
time I DID leave the door unlocked - just in case he was covering up and didn't
want to admit it was down to him, you understand. Disappointingly though, it
never happened again. The only person I ever told was my long-time friend,
Veronica, as I knew my secret would be safe with her, and that is how this
story came to be here, and the names have been changed of course - just in
case.

Geraldine.