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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It was nearing 5:00 p.m. Thursday evening, the day
of Jennifer's return flight. I was sitting in
Jennifer's kitchen out at her ranch, slowly sipping a
glass of chilled wine. My left hand was gently pulling
on the new silver nipple ring inserted in my left
nipple. Yes, it was new, as was the right one and the
two rings inserted through my labia. A few changes had
taken place in this long, but short four and a half
months.
My legs were encased in my favorite black leather
thigh-high boots, the ones with the six inch heels.
The boots felt sleek and were tight fitting as they
were custom made to my measurements. I had to keep my
legs fairly straight due to the stiffness of the
leather. My long black leather kid gloves lay on the
table before me. These gloves had been through a lot
over these past few months. I wore nothing else but a
smile. The wooden chair felt cool to my naked behind
and my inner thighs were already wet. I had sat on
these wooden chairs many times in the past, most of the
time tightly bound and gagged. These chairs and I were
old friends. Jennifer and I had bought them specially
because of their design. They made for some great
chair bondages due to the narrow back and sturdy arm
pieces. Today, though, I was sitting with no ropes or
gags to hamper me, just me and my boots.
I had already laid out all my bondage toys and
placed my total array of fetish clothing, including my
boots and shoes on the floor in Jennifer's bedroom.
They, like me were waiting to be used in what I hoped
to be a fantastic bondage homecoming for both Jennifer
and myself.
Jennifer's plane was due in at 5:45 p.m. and she
had a thirty minute drive from the airport. As a
surprise and a treat, I had charted a limo to bring her
and her luggage home. I had asked for a female driver
in uniform knowing that Jennifer would enjoy the
servitude. I had plenty of time to finish my
preparations and surprise for her return. I had hoped
that it would be a surprise that would take us to new
heights of bondage fun. I knew it would for me, as I
smiled again gently pulling on now both nipple rings.
I closed my eyes and licked my lips as I pulled the
rings harder.
Jennifer had been gone for four and a half months
but the time seemed to fly by. She had flown to Europe
to conduct several fashion shoots and runway fashion
shows for her company. She was now on her way back for
a much needed rest. I had planned on letting her rest
just as soon as she had me tied up and secured for the
evening.
I had done so much in the way of bondage fun
surprisingly, since her departure. Lots of self-bondage of course,
a bondage model photo shoot as part
of my birthday present, a few domination scenes with
another of our girlfriends, Robin and then the
piercings. My head was spinning as I continued to pull
harder on the rings. The memories were many as were
the variety of bondages. I couldn't wait to tell
Jennifer all about them, bound of course and only if
Jennifer removes the ball gag that will be locked in
place.
Her letter was in front of me on the table stating
when she was to arrive and that she received my special
package that I had sent her. I had sent her a package
of keys and a note about the limo service I had
arranged for her return. The keys, of course were to
my freedom. They were special keys that only she would
hold. The keys fit specially coded locks that we use
in our self-bondage fun when I want Jennifer to find me
and take control. I did have a safety key that worked
on the locks, of course, that I use for emergencies but
the price would be high if I had to use it and of
course Jennifer would know immediately now if its use.
I'm sure Jennifer knows what's about to happen
when she arrives home. We've been playing these games
to long for her not to understand the significance of
those keys. She doesn't know, however how permanently
I wanted to make the commitment. Thus, the new
piercings that I continued to play with.
It was now 5:30 p.m. and time to begin the final
steps. Jennifer said that she would call from the
airport and let the phone ring twice, hang up, then
call back immediately and let it ring twice more. That
way I knew that she had landed and was on her way to
the ranch. I would wait until I had heard the second
phone call to complete the final steps of my bondage.
She also said that she'd continue to call and let the
phone ring once using her cellular phone as she
traveled enroute to the ranch. That way I knew she
didn't get into an accident during the trip home. With
what I had planned for my self-bondage, being alone all
night would not be something to look forward.
As a one last satety mechanism, prelude to any
self-bondage adventure, I called a mutal girlfriend of
Jennifer and me, Robin, and asked her to call me at
Jennifer's in the morning. I told her that if no one
answered, then would she mind stopping by before noon
to check the horses for me. I would leave a note on
the door telling her where I was and when I was to
return. Robin agreed and I hung up the phone. I
pulled the note from my purse that I had written last
night. The note would really tell Robin that I was in
the bedroom and needed help with my restraints and that
I would be her slave for the rest of the weekend if she
let me out of my self-imposed bondage. Since she was
also a close friend and sometimes bondage partner of
Jennifer, she knew where the spare key to the front
door was kept. Jennifer knew to take the note down
when she arrived. Hopefully she'll do just what the
note had asked Robin to do.
I was now all set. If all things go wrong, I
would only be tied up for about fifteen hours at the
most but the thought of how I was going to be tied sent
a chill down my spine. Fifteen hours would seem like
forever. Luckly I had slept late the morning in
anticipation for a long evening.
I finished my glass and got up to put away the
bottle of wine and noticed that there was some fresh
leftover food in the refrigerator. Jennifer had
mentioned that she had a new housesitter and not to
worry about the place for this weekend. I knew that
she did have some workers who took care of her horses
and the grounds a few days each week. They were
however off for the next several days since I had
volunteered to take care of the things for her. I
shrugged, picked up my gloves and started toward the
bedroom not thinking any more about the food. I'm sure
I'd remember to ask Jennifer about the food later that
night assuimg I was ungagged long enough to ask
anything.
I had been planning this weekend's bondage
adventure for the last several weeks and the time to
finish the final act was quickly approaching. With
each step I took toward the bedroom, slow and
calculated, due to the stiffness of the boots and the
height of the heels, the memories of the past four
months were all coming back to me. The feeling of
fullness in my mouth from all the different gags, the
tightness of the ropes, cuffs and straps, the erotic
sting from the piercer's needle and of course, the
waiting and longing for release both from the bondage
and the always mounting sexual tension.
It was as if it was yesterday when I was driving
to Jennifer's ranch to pick her up and take her to the
airport, it is all still clear in my mind. . . . . . .
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
I had volunteered to drive Jennifer to the airport
for her flight to Europe. Being a fashion consultant
and photographer for a very large firm afforded
Jennifer the opportunity to travel all over the world.
This was the firm's biggest project to date and they
wanted Jennifer to personally head the team overseas.
Unfortunately for me, she'd have to be gone for quite
awhile to complete the job.
The drive to Jennifer's was uneventful, yet full
of both anticipation and sadness. Jennifer and I had
been friends for several years now and we continued to
share with each other, our deep love of bondage. This
was going to be first time that we would not be
together for such a long duration. Most of our
weekends together were spent playing a variety of
bondage games, with me being on the receiving end most
of the time. At times though, Jennifer would get her
turn in the ropes and gags. I would always take full
advantage of the situation to totally tease and
dominate my bound and helpless friend. Though I
thoroughly enjoy being on the receiving end, especially
with Jennifer as the giver, it's always good to watch
another person drool behind a big red ball gag and
Jennifer could sure drool. I guess it was those slight
domination tendencies I get once in awhile.
Our games varied but always centered on that
feeling of tight restraint and sheer helplessness.
Erotic sexual denial was at the top of the list of
things to do to each other while bound and gagged.
Jennifer took great pride in her ability to tease me
for hours without relief. Her best effort to date was
24 hours of bondage and teasing of my bound naked body
without any sexual relief. It left me dripping wet,
short of breath many times, and my thighs very
slippery. Jennifer just smiled at me over breakfast
the next morning as I sat there bound to our favorite
wooden chair being fed by my beautifully nude mistress.
When breakfast was done, she untied me, kissed me
goodbye, handed me my panties, a sweater and my high
heels and kicked me out of the house. She was sending
me home without allowing me any sexual relief. I had
to call her when I arrived and let her listen to me as
I played with myself to an earth shattering orgasm.
Jennifer just blew a kiss into the phone and hung up,
what a day that was.
Naturally I got my revenge in the coming weeks.
Ask Jennifer sometime what is it like to be hung upside
down, spread wide open, and licked from end to end.
Jennifer really likes her toes licked and sucked and I
naturally concentrated on the areas that drove Jennifer
wild. Many times in the past while I was bound but not
gagged, Jennifer would sit back in her easy chair with
her feet up on the ottoman and I would have to lick and
suck all of her toes. It usually started with me
licking and kissing her high heels or boots but
eventually those would come off and it would be flesh
on stockings, followed shortly by flesh on lips so to
speak. Jennifer would just sit back, enjoy a nice long
cigarette or two while I took care of her feet. Now
with Jennifer the victim, I would use her love of foot
worshiping to my advantage, to tease her to near
orgasm. Adding to the fact that Jennifer was bound
upside down, and especially with a blindfold and tape
gag (with my wet panties as a gag filler of course),
the restraints just added to the feeling of
helplessness and of course, the pleasure. Naturally,
Jennifer's pay backs were hell or heaven depending on
how you looked at them, but I loved them.
For the drive, I had worn a long black wrap skirt,
a white knit button down, long sleeve top, thigh-high
black stockings and black knee high shiny boots with
two inch heels. Short thin black leather dress gloves
topped off the outfit. Of course, no bra or panties
were worn. Jennifer had taught me the feeling of being
free and suggested I not wear them once in awhile to
enhance that feeling. Since I was feeling very sexy
today, just thinking about the up coming game, I
decided again to indulge myself. I'm sure Jennifer
would notice right away.
My nipples were punching holes in the blouse as
the cool air rushed past them, not to mention the fact
I kept inserting my gloved fingers into my blouse and
slowly caressing and pinching them. Now I usually
don't drive down the road playing with myself but
sitting next to me on the seat was a small bag of
restraints; a ball gag, handcuffs and a set of
butterfly style nipple clamps connected by a small
metal chain. Jennifer's instructions were clear about
what I was to do with them when I arrived at the ranch.
Just the thought of one last game before her departure
was enough to cause me to slip my hand under my skirt
and play with my already wet and naked pussy. The
mixture of odors, my wet sex combined with the smell of
wet leather from my gloves, was overpowering. It was
hard to concentrate on the road. I knew that I had to
stop though as I didn't want to have a crash or destroy
all the sexual anticipation that was building up inside
me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I arrived at Jennifer's ranch a few hours before
we had to depart for the airport. The extra time
allowed us a chance to chat while she finished packing
and hopefully finish this one last bondage game
Jennifer elected to play. I let her pick the game
since I loved surprises and it was her last for a few
months or so I thought. With what was planned so far,
I could hardly wait for the next step.
Her ranch was on 25 acres of wooded land that she
used to keep and train her horses. Jennifer was very
much into the equestrienne scene and she looked
stunning in her tight ridding breeches and tall black
ridding boots. She was picture of sheer female
domination especially when she held her short black
ridding crop in her gloved fingers. Her ranch is
secluded from most of the access roads and thus it made
for the perfect location for many of our outdoor
bondage scenes, which we played often. I have been
bound and gagged swinging nude from the rafters in her
barn to tied to a tree out by the lake. Once while we
were both out riding, we decided to play a quick game
of captured equestrienne. Jennifer and I flipped a
coin and I lost. She told me to take off my blouse and
bra and go topless. I quickly obeyed. Jennifer was
still dressed in her tight grey ridding breeches,
boots, white blouse and her short black gloves. I was
still left in breeches, boots and gloves. She tied my
wrists behind me with a long piece of leather cord she
had brought with her (imagine that huh?), then gagged
me with her red bandanna. Jennifer then helped me back
on to my horse and then led her horse and me throughout
the grounds. Several times during the ride, she would
approach the outer limits of her land and we would see
cars driving by close enough that if they looked hard,
they would have seen a topless young woman mounted a
top a horse, gagged with a red cloth. Needless to say,
those were some great days.
Oh yes, Jennifer did get her chance in the ropes
while outdoors many times. I especially enjoyed the
time when I had tied her nude, except for her boots, to
a large tree located on the back of her land. I
blindfolded her and put her panties in her mouth as a
gag that was kept in place with a black leather strap.
I even added a tight crotch rope that I tied to the
tree such that any movement would be felt on her naked
pussy. I slowly walked the horses away from the spot
leaving her to stew by herself. I then quietly crept
back to watch her struggle. It was a beautiful sight
of sheer helplessness and distress. I quietly slipped
up in front of her and quickly grabbed both of her
nipples and held them in my gloved fingers. She was
taken by surprise but stopped struggling instantly.
Again, it was a nice day for both of us. Anyway back
to this story.
Jennifer had quite a spread here and she did have
a few hired hands to take care of the place for her
when she was not around. Today they were off.
Jennifer was always thinking ahead.
I parked my black BMW next to the house, left the
keys in the ignition, and picked up the small bag of
restraints. I pulled out the handcuffs, keys, red ball
gag and the nipple clips. I walked up to the porch and
placed the keys in an envelope that I had written on
the outside "PLEASE." I then took the red ball gag and
inserted it into my mouth and tightly buckled the black
straps behind my head under my hair. The ball fit
perfectly and was lodged nicely behind my teeth. My
anticipation was growing. I always enjoyed the gag,
especially the ball gag. I enjoyed that feeling of
fullness and especially anytime I did it to myself at
the request of another. With the black straps tightly
buckled, the ball was not coming out.
As I approached the front door, there was a note
attached with a clothespin. The clothespin was also
holding up a red bandanna. The note was in Jennifer's
handwriting and it only said "USE THIS ALSO." I knew
what it was for and with what was already planned, the
hour or two we had together was already starting off
with a bang.
I looked around to ensure my privacy and then
unbutton my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders
uncovering my bare breasts. My nipples were rock hard.
Of course, I took the time to tweak them again with my
gloved fingers. I quickly attached the set of nipple
clamps to each nipple rolling my eyes as the clamps
took hold. I then walked over to the front door and
pushed the envelope with the keys to the cuffs through
the mail slot and listened as it hit the floor. Next
to the front door, about chest high was a metal snap
hook that Jennifer had screwed in the frame earlier
this morning in preparation for my arrival.
I quickly blindfolded myself with the bandanna and
then hooked the small chain attached to the nipple
clamps to the snap hook. I was now bound to the house
by my nipples. I quickly rang the doorbell, then
proceeded to lock my gloved hands behind be with the
handcuffs. A shiver went up and down my spine. I
always loved this part when it comes to the self-bondage. Besides
the self-gagging, feeling the cuffs
close on my wrists, knowing that with each click, my
freedom was being denied, was very exciting. In this
case unlike my other self-bondage adventures, I didn't
have a safety key. It was now on the floor of
Jennifer's living room behind a locked door. I was now
at the mercy of who ever came along. Ah, what a
thought.
No telling how long Jennifer would take to come to
the door. Knowing her, she was probably watching me
from her front bay window that extended on to the
porch, smoking silently, laughing behind a sensual
cloud of smoke, at my now helpless and vulnerable
position.
After a few minuets, I was beginning to wonder if
Jennifer was home at all. I hadn't call before I left
my house but I did tell her when I would be at the
ranch. Thinking back now, I didn't see her car in the
driveway when I pulled up. My mind started to race.
Bondage does that to you now and then. I couldn't back
out of the bondage now and I couldn't reach around to
remove the nipple clamps. The length of the chain was
short enough to prevent me from moving or bending much
at all. As I stood there and thought about it, my only
options were to try to pull the clamps off, or wait and
hope Jennifer or someone else would come by. I pulled
back slightly. The clamps held, they weren't coming
off. I would have to wait. I tried yelling into the
ball gag but only garbled words came out causing me to
drool down on to my chest. There was also no way I
could remove the blindfold. At that moment, an alarm
went off on the porch. It was Jennifer's security
alarm. Somehow it had been activated.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The alarm scared the hell out of me. Jennifer
must have set it before she was to leave and now that I
was on the porch, my movements around the front door
must have set it off, or so I thought. I didn't know
what to do. Pulling on the chain only caused more
tension to my nipples and the design of the clamps only
caused them to tighten as I pulled. I was now worried
that since the alarm was going off, the police were now
on their way. My mind continued to race. What was
interesting though, was as I was standing there bound
by my nipples, the thought of being discovered by
others combined with the bondage was making me very
excited. I could feel that my inner thighs were
getting wetter by the moment. My glove hands roamed
over my ass since that was as far as I could reach. I
continued to pull gently on the nipple chain thus
helping the self-excitement along. An orgasm was
slowly building. Then, just as quick as the alarm
sounded, it stopped snapping me back to reality. I
smiled behind the ball gag. I knew Jennifer was up to
her old tricks.
I heard the front door open and smelled Jennifer's
brand of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke. Jennifer
quickly kissed me on the ear, taking the time to cup my
right breast. I moaned into my gag. I was dying with
excitement. The caressing stopped and again, I moaned.
Jennifer must have stepped back to admire my handy
work. The sound of her high heels on the wooden porch
was unmistakable. I felt her reach for my cuffs
thinking she was going to unlock them, but no, she
tighten them one extra notch on each wrist. Freedom
was something that would have to wait. I was also
starting to drool down on my bare chest. The ball gag
was good for that especially since I had buckled it on
extra tight this time.
I then heard what sounded like the jingling of a
roller buckle on a leather strap. It wasn't long until
I found out that I was right. Jennifer lifted my
skirt to above my knees and buckled the strap tightly
around my legs just above where my boots stop. My legs
were effectively useless but my ankles were still free
allowing me to keep my balance.
Jennifer then unhooked the nipple chain and pulled
me toward her. I didn't have any choice. She kissed me
on the nose, then on the ball gag. Gag kissing was
something that Jennifer and I both enjoyed. With her
holding the chain, I wasn't going to stop her, not that
I wanted to anyway. She then pulled me along into the
house. Being blindfolded and hobbled at the knees was
making each step a challenge but being led by the
nipples ensured complete compliance. Once inside, she
left me standing in the front room and stood back to
look at me once again. I felt her raise my skirt to
check for any panties as she must have noticed that I
wasn't wearing a bra. She laughed and slapped my naked
ass. I moaned into my gag.
Jennifer moved around behind me and lightly kissed
my neck. She seemed pleased with what I was wearing,
or what I wasn't wearing to be more exact. I pressed
back against her and she reached around and pulled
sharply on the nipple chain quickly getting my
attention. This quick pull to the nipples stood me
straight up. Jennifer laughed. She then moved around
in front of me and removed the blindfold but left the
ball gag, nipple clamps, handcuffs, and knee strap in
place for the time being. The game continued at
Jennifer's pace.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jennifer was dressed in her black thigh-high
stockings, black g-string panties, black push-up bra
and topped off with a set of black five inch shiny
black patent opera pumps. She was stunning to say the
least. The contrast of her white skin, black lingerie,
and her long black hair was sharp. A thin sliver ankle
chain adorned her left ankle.
Jennifer laughed again and stepped forward and
unbuckled and loosened the ball gag gently wiping away
the drool. She then kissed me deeply, followed by a
warm and sensitive embrace, what a way to start the
afternoon. I knew that I was really going to miss her
now. She carefully removed the nipple clamps setting
them aside for later use. I sucked in my breath as she
loosen the clamp. Jennifer gently rubbed each nipple
with her long soft fingers. I stood there with my eyes
closed. They rolled in response. Nothing else was
removed. Obviously, I was to remain handcuffed and
hobbled for a while longer.
We walked arm in arm slowly, due to my hobble
strap, into her bedroom where Jennifer needed to finish
dressing. I sat on the wooden chair that she had
placed in the middle of the room and watched as
Jennifer pulled on a sleek below-the-knee black leather
hobble skirt, very expensive no doubt. When the skirt
was on, she picked up a long piece of rope and walked
behind me to begin my bondage ordeal. I watched
anxiously over my shoulder as Jennifer looped the rope
several times around my arms above my elbows, then
reaching beneath my arms, she grabbed my left arm and
pulled it toward the right, tightening the ropes as she
went along. When my elbows were now touching, she then
cinched the loops several times tightening the cords
with each cinch. She then wound the last several feet
back under my arms, around and up the front of my
shoulders and knotted the two ends behind my neck. The
excess was then looped down to the elbow tie thus
preventing any possibility of the elbow ropes slipping
down. My wrists remained handcuffed. Being flexible
was a virtue and making my elbows touch always enhanced
the feeling of helplessness. This position also had
the added effect of causing my breasts to stand out.
Even with my wrists uncuffed, with my elbows tied
touching behind me, escape would have been impossible.
With the elbows done, Jennifer returned to her
dressing and pulled on a beautiful white long sleeve
silk blouse. She was beautiful and the outfit went
perfectly with her long black hair. The combination of
the leather skirt and silk top was a mixture made in
heaven. There was just a hint of the black bra
underneath the blouse and the material was thin enough
to show the outline of her harden nipples even through
the bra. Obviously she was as excited as I was.
After the blouse was on, Jennifer took another
long rope and tied my arms to my body, criss-crossing
it above and below my naked breasts several times
forming a nice tight breast bondage. The ropes made my
breast stand out, as did having my elbows tied together
behind me. We chatted throughout this episode as
though what we were doing was normal. It was to us.
We discussed her agenda, and what she was hoping to
accomplish on the trip. The bondage she was adding
now, she told me, was kind of a going way present from
her to me, which suited me just fine. When Jennifer
cinched the last knot, she gently reached up and took
both harden nipples between each of her thumb and index
fingers and gently rub my nipples between. With the
compression of the ropes, my nipples were already hard
and very sensitive and still slightly sore from the
nipple clamps. I closed my eyes, licking my lips.
Jennifer stopped and smiled. Not yet she told me.
What a game!
With me arms tightly bound to my chest, Jennifer
sat at her vanity and began to apply her makeup. She
lit up a long white cigarette sensually blowing a thin
stream toward the ceiling. We continued to chat about
the week's work, and odds and end always coming back to
bondage is some form or anther. When her makeup was
perfect, and it always was, she put out her cigarette
in the nearby ashtray and she got up to finish her
packing.
As she packed, I noticed that she had placed two
sets of handcuffs and her ball gag in one of her
suitcases. I smiled. She saw the look and said that
she wanted to stay in practice while in Europe. I
thought to myself that maybe she would find a pretty
french woman or two to tie up and have her way with
them or better yet, maybe she would use them on
herself. Jennifer was starting to like the self-bondage
aspect of our bondage play but only for the
simple restraints right now. She seem to like the idea
of doing to herself, the same as I did. I could see
Jennifer now, in her hotel room in Paris, bound and
gagged on the bed, nude, wondering where she put the
key. She can be quite the scatter brain at times.
Again, I smiled and almost laughed out loud. It would
not be the first time she did something not so smart
dealing with our bondage fun, especially with self-bondage.
Once when she had me tied to a chair and ball
gagged, she jokingly decided to tie herself up with my
watching. She proceeded to gag herself, add a
blindfold, then quickly handcuffed her wrists behind
her. Though she did it as a joke, she forgot to put
the key in a place where she could easily get to it.
It was funny watching her walking carefully around the
room trying to find her purse. I tried, gagged as I
was, to direct her toward her the dresser where her
purse was laying. After a few attempts and a bruised
shin from her kicking the chair, she finally got the
keys. The problem was that now, she had applied the
handcuffs in the wrong direction and the key hole was
not accessible, she was stuck and I guess, so was I.
She did manage to get over to me, with my help and
kneel down behind the chair to such a position that she
could untie my wrists. It took me awhile to get the
rest of my ropes undone but finally I was free standing
over my helpless friend. I quickly strapped her ankles
together, then attached a long strap to her handcuffs
and the straps wrapped around her ankles. I then
pulled them close together to form a nice hogtie. I
left her in that position while I picked up my
restraints. She just lay on the floor drooling in
defeat. Needless to say, she didn't make that mistake
again.
Anyway, with that last self-bondage episode in
mind, I had this picture in my mind of a frantic phone
call from overseas listening to a desperate woman moan
into her gag trying to tell how she screwed up again.
I was going to miss her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
With the last of her four suit cases packed,
Jennifer approached me and said it was my turn to "get
packed." She held up my black leather chastity belt
with the two of my favorite plugs attached. She had
borrowed the belt last week. I thought she was going
to use it for herself, and apparently she did. She
joked that the belt made for some interesting times
last week at work. She was now returning it because
she thought I might need it while she was gone. She
was right of course as I use it all the time for my
self-bondage fun.
She unbuckled the waist strap holding it open for
me. I protested meekly, but Jennifer just smiled
knowing me too well. I carefully stood up and she
slowly raised my skirt. Jennifer did the honors and
tightly buckled the waist strap snugly around my waist
then carefully lubricated the two plugs. She had me
bend over as she slowly caressed my butt with her long
fingernails and lightly fingered my pussy. She was
such a tease. This caressing combined with the tight
bondage was starting to drive me wild. I didn't need
an lubricate because I was already wet. Jennifer
sensed this and quickly inserted the two plugs, drawing
the crotch strap tightly through my legs and locking it
to the waist belt in front. The lock Jennifer used had
that special blue dot on it. As part of our games,
Jennifer maintains the keys to these specially coded
locks. I also had a key but it was currently at work
in my desk drawer. This one key was my safety in case
Jennifer couldn't get to me. As she locked the belt
on, she pulled it extra tight and my face blushed with
both excitement and humiliation. Jennifer just smiled
and leaned down to kiss me as she snapped the lock
shut. I really loved these moments together.
With my "packing" done, we sat and chatted for
several minutes until it was time to leave for the
airport. Jennifer sat back in her chair, crossed her
long silken legs, and lit up another long white
cigarette. She drew deeply, blowing the smoke toward
the ceiling. The cigarette was in sharp contrast to
the red nail polish. She looked sexy as hell and even
more dominate while smoking. I could tell that she
enjoyed just sitting there quietly watching me stew in
my bondage. She quietly sipped another glass of wine.
Sitting for me was not easy with a rear end full
of soft rubber. I was constantly shifting my butt
around trying to find that more comfortable spot, there
was none. Jennifer just sat and smiled at me though a
smoky haze. She got up and retrieved two additional
pieces of rope and went about tying my booted ankles
tightly together followed shortly by my knees.
Jennifer carefully cinched each rope tightly. She then
finally removed the leather strap that I still wore
from when she first strapped my knees together on the
porch. She then slowly walked around me eyeing her
handy work and lightly caressing my bare shoulders.
When she was behind me, she reached around with her
hands and gently cupped both bound breasts, pinching my
aching nipples. I moaned and leaned my head next to
hers.
She continued to roll each nipple between her
fingers, gradually increasing the pressure. My
excitement was building. Jennifer suddenly stopped and
stood up. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
I stared up into those wonderfully blue eyes. She
quickly kissed me driving her warm wet tongue deep into
my hungry mouth. Then she pulled back and replaced her
tongue with the red ball gag, buckling it tightly
behind my neck. She walked around in front of me and
kneeled at my bound knees. She reached up and quickly
kissed me on the gag, then slipped her wet lips down to
lightly kiss each nipple. I closed my eyes in
excitement. The squeezing and kissing of the nipples
were only a warmup to the nipple clamps that Jennifer
quickly applied. So much for the soft caressing. She
gently pulled on the chain attached to the nipple
clamps forcing me to follow her every move.
Jennifer let go of the chain and stood up. She
told me to stay put and that she would put the suitcase
in the car. I had no choice. As she started to walk
out of the room, she stopped, return to me and quickly
hooked the nipple chain to my bound knees, thus
preventing me from standing. Having to keep my body
bent forward to prevent pulling on my clamped nipples,
caused me to put more weight on the butt plug that
Jennifer had so carefully and teasingly inserted. I
lowered my head in defeat. I watched as I started to
drool on my knees.
I watched as Jennifer made two more trips back
into the bedroom to retrieve her bags. Each time she
walked in, she stopped to pat me in the head, tickle my
nose, or tweak on the nipple chain. When she returned
the third time, she was carrying the red bandanna that
I had blindfolded myself with earlier on the porch.
She quickly blindfolded me, tying the bandanna tightly
over my eyes. She carefully checked for any sign of
light leaking in, of course there was none. I
continued to sit there and drool and stew in my much
excited state.
I once again, was alone with my bondage. I
listened carefully as Jennifer walked around the room
ensuring that all items for her trip were in the car,
my car to be exact.
I next heard Jennifer moving another chair over to
where I was sitting. I heard her step up on the chair
and heard what sounded like rope being pulled through a
hook. It wasn't long until I found out the purpose of
this additional rope.
Jennifer knelt at my booted and bound feet and
quickly tied another rope around my ankles and under
the heels. I then felt her wrap a long leather strap
under my bound knees and around and behind my upper
torso. She pulled this strap tight forcing my breasts
close to my knees. Jennifer then carefully untied the
nipple chain from my knee ropes thus releasing the
tension on my nipples. Now what?
I felt my feet being pulled out from under me and
gently pulled toward to the ceiling. This action put
all my weight on the butt plug and forced the plug
deeper into its warm hiding place, I moaned. Jennifer
then tied the end of the rope off leaving me sitting on
the chair with my legs over my head and my upper body
connected to my knees. Needless to say, I wasn't going
anywhere.
Jennifer slowly caressed the back of my thighs
that were now fully exposed and gently pushed on the
two plug inserted in my pussy and butt. I bit hard on
my ball gag as the excitement started to build.
Suddenly she stopped again leaving me sexually
frustrated.
I heard her walk over and pick up my keys and then
walk back to me. She whispered in my ear that she was
leaving now to head to the airport. I was confused. I
thought I was taking her. I struggled but that only
served to move me closer to the edge of the chair and I
realized that ending up in a suspension would greatly
make things worse. Jennifer also whispered that she
had called one of her male workers to check on the
house after she had left to ensure the security alarm
was set up correctly. They were to check the house
carefully, including the inside, before setting the
alarm. Of course, they would have to check the bedroom
and who would they find but little old me all nicely
bound and gag with my rear in showing. The only good
thing was that the chastity belt was locked on and
without the key, it wasn't coming off. WOW! Some
game.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
This game was more than I had expected. In fact,
I was starting to get worried. I yelled into my gag
but Jennifer only laughed. A last quick feel to my
bound breasts and she was gone. I heard her close the
front door, and my car start and back out. I heard the
sound of the car fade away.
I was stuck. No telling how long it would take
until the person Jennifer called would arrive and no
telling what they might think when they found a
partially nude woman tied in such a reveling and
stringent bondage position. This was not part of the
game or so I thought. I tried to struggle but once
again all it served to do was move me closer to the
edge of the chair. Also, all the movement only served
to further stimulate and push the butt plug deeper into
my sensitive rear end. My excitement was growing as
was my fear of the unknown. All of the sudden, my
blindfold was removed and there I was staring up into
the smiling face of the lady who bound me. "Miss me?"
she said. What a relief. She must have stopped the
car down the drive and quickly walked back to watch me
struggle. Another part of the game! Jennifer has told
me countless of times that she has just sat back and
watched me struggle in my bondage, many times while she
played with herself. She enjoys being the voyeur
especially with me as the victim. Many times though I
am blindfolded and don't realize that she is watching
me. It is very exciting.
Jennifer quickly released my feet from the
overhead then unbuckled the strap holding my knees
bound to my upper torso. Then she untied my ankles and
knees. This was followed next by her untying my arms
and elbows and removing the upper torso rope bondage.
She retrieved the key and unlocked my handcuffs. I
quickly removed the nipple clamps, gritting my teeth as
the blood rushed back into the nipples bringing the
nerves back to life. The ball gag was next. Jennifer
just smiled and we embraced in a lingering kiss and
warm hug. I pulled my blouse on and we then departed
for the airport. Yes, I was still wearing the chastity
belt and plugs and evidently I was to continue to wear
them until I could get to work that afternoon after
Jennifer's plane departed.
As we drove to the airport, Jennifer told me that
she had thought about hogtying me in the trunk of the
car for the short trip. She decided against it due to
number of people who would be at the airport. Lucky
for me huh?
The rest of the ride was uneventful and we chatted
about the last bondage game and her trip. Jennifer
just sat back, relaxed and quietly smoked her
cigarette. The whiteness of her cigarette was in sharp
contrast to her thin black leather dress gloves she
wore to complete her outfit of black leather and white
silk. About half way to the airport, Jennifer reached
over and took my hand. She told me she was going to
miss being with me. I nodded, I was also. We held
hands the rest of the way to airport. The gloves were
cool to the touch.
CHAPTER FORTY
We arrived shortly at the airport parking lot. I
dropped Jennifer off with her bags, at the front
entrance and went to park my car. Before she got out
of the car, she told me bring my leather jacket with me
into the airport. I shrugged and nodded that I
understood, maybe she was chilled due to the drive.
After I parked the car, I walked to the front of
the airport where Jennifer was standing waiting for me.
She was quietly smoking her last cigarette before the
flight. She greeted me with a smile and we walked into
the airport and down to the gate.
Since it was an international flight, I couldn't
go with Jennifer through the security gate. We moved
over to near the large picture windows to finish saying
our good-byes. While we were talking, Jennifer passed
me an envelope and told me that she hadn't forgot my
birthday that was quickly approaching. I opened the
envelope and discovered a name of one of her
photographer friends that wasn't making the trip.
Jennifer told me that as one of my birthday presents.
She had arranged for me to have a private photo shoot
where I was going to play the bondage model. This
photographer was a close personal friend of Jennifer's
and she was aware of the likes and dislikes of both her
and I. I blushed, but I was also filled with
excitement. I have always thought it would be fun to
try to be a bondage model. After looking at all the
bondage magazine and videos over the years, I always
wondered what it would be like. Jennifer and I
discussed many times our different fantasies and one of
mine happened to be posing as a bondage model in front
of a camera with a stranger doing the tying and
photographing. Jennifer told me her friend would call
me next week to arrange a time. Jennifer had made all
the arrangements for the location.
Jennifer's first boarding call was being announced
and we quickly hugged and said goodbye. Jennifer
whispered in my ear to shut my eyes and hold my wrists
up. I did so and was startled to feel her lock a set
of handcuffs on each wrist. I opened my eyes with
surprise. They had a blue dot on them meaning that I
didn't carry the key with me normally, Jennifer had
them and the other was at work with the key to my
locked chastity belt. Jennifer took my leather coat
and draped it over my cuffed hands. Now I knew the
reason for bring my coat in to the airport. Jennifer
just smiled and leaned forward and kissed me softly on
the lips. She'd call from Paris when she arrived later
in the day.
I stood stunned with my cuffed hands in front of
me covered by my leather jacket. I watched as Jennifer
walked through the metal detectors and headed to her
gate. She turned and waved bye and blew me a kiss. It
was going to be a long four months. A tear wailed up
in my eye, I raised my fingers to brush the tear away
and was quickly reminded about the cuffs. I smiled and
slowly shook my head. That Jennifer. I watched as
Jennifer walked down the ramp. Her long black leather
skirt forced her to take small steps and her very high
heels only made matter worse. All this, didn't phase
her one bit. Everyone behind her just enjoyed the view
as I was doing. Quickly, she was out of sight on the
plane.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I turned and made my way out of the airport and
got to my car. I had to figure out a way to pay the
parking toll without raising suspicion about my cuffed
wrists. Luckily there was a toll booth setup to take
exact change without getting a receipt and I was able
to get through without raising any eyebrows.
I headed directly to my office to retrieve my set
of keys so I could unlock my handcuffs and then also
the chastity belt and remove the plugs. Luckily the
office was empty and my keys were still where I left
them in my desk. I quickly unlocked the cuffs and then
unlocked the crotch strap. I slowly removed the two
plugs, which were still very wet from all the
excitement and teasing. It did however feel good to
get the butt plug removed. The waisted belt was then
unbuckled and removed. I placed everything in a
plastic bag that I had brought with me so I could take
the belt and plugs home and clean them. No telling
when they would be needed again.
I sat in my large leather chair and took a deep
breath. The leather was very cool to my naked ass.
Jennifer was now gone and I was alone for the next four
months or so, only to share my bondage with myself. I
quickly remembered the envelope that Jennifer had given
me at the airport. I pulled it from my purse and read
through it again. The thoughts of being bound and
gagged by another women, other than Jennifer, and then
photographed were racing through my mind. What was
this photographer like? How did learn of our games?
What would her bondage techniques be like? Where did
she learn her techniques from? These questions would
be on my mind for the next week. I only hoped I could
wait until her call came. With all the thoughts of the
modeling adventure and the stimulation from the earlier
bondage fun, I caught myself slowly playing with my
nipples again. This time I didn't stop it. A slow
orgasm was starting to build. I sat back in my chair,
spread my legs and quickly started to rub my wet pussy.
More bondage games were going through my head, I rubbed
harder. I exploded into a massive orgasm, my head went
back hard against the seat, I was seeing stars. I
thought I was in heaven. Two more smaller orgasm
followed as I continued to play with myself thinking of
the upcoming week.
After several minutes, I caught my breath,
straighten my clothes out, picked up my restraints, and
my coat. I had to go back and wipe the wet spot off
the chair. I smiled and headed home. My knees were
still weak from that last sexual adventure. That night
I slept with my wrists strapped in front of me for the
whole night. I even locked my big toes together. A
soft latex blindfold completed the outfit. It was hard
to sleep thinking about all the possibilities that
could come out of the bondage model adventure.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The week went by slowly. Finally Thursday, I
received a call from a pleasantly sounding women of
Japanese descent named Miko. She said that she was the
photographer friend of Jennifer's. I blushed. Here
was a women I had never met, calling to set up a
bondage shoot with me as the model. Miko sounded very
knowledgeable about the subject and we chatted for
several minutes. I was very excited and of course did
most of the talking, discussing my likes and dislikes.
Miko just acknowledged my conversation.
I realized later that after I hung up, I really
didn't know much about her or how she got into the
scene. We did agree that since Saturday was my
birthday, we would get together Saturday evening. She
told me that Jennifer had arranged for Miko and I to
use a very nice suite at a large local hotel. We
agreed to meet at 6:00 p.m. and she told me to bring
with me whatever I wanted to dress up in and all my
bondage toys. She also told me to bring a list of
positions that I thought I'd like to try. We would
work out the rest of the details when we got together.
This was going to be quite an evening. We said our
goodbyes and hung up. I should mentioned that before
Miko hung up, she told me that she would call Friday
and tell me which hotel and the room number. She also
mentioned that she had other instructions from Jennifer
that she would pass on then. Jennifer was always
thinking of ways to keep the games interesting. I went
home that night so excited that I slept nude in just
leather cuffs again, tape gag and a set of thumbcuffs
locked on my big toes. The key was in a box on my
front porch so I had to get up early to get the key
before anyone else awoke.
Friday afternoon, Miko called back and gave me the
name of the hotel and the room number. We agreed to
meet at 6:00 p.m. She then detailed out a new set of
instructions that I was to follow the next evening.
Instructions that I were to carry out to the letter or
the rest of my birthday present from Jennifer wouldn't
happen. The instructions were quite detailed and I sat
down in amazement at the things that I would go though
just to get into to the room and start the photo shoot.
Since I wanted this present very badly, (or maybe I
just wanted to experience bondage at the hands of
another women), I promised I'd do as told especially
since self-bondage would be part of the fun. Saturday
night should prove to be a birthday to remember.
Friday night, I sat at my computer and developed
seven different tie ups that I thought I'd like to try
and have photographed. These were positions in
addition to the detailed instructions Jennifer had left
for me getting to the room. As I detailed out each
position, I was getting more and more excited. The
leather chastity belt locked over my panties prevented
me from playing with myself but it was causing my
panties to get soaked, a thought I just smiled at.
These panties would come in handy tomorrow. The
chastity belt had been locked on since early this
morning before work. Miko instructed me to use a lock
with a blue dot on it. Jennifer had given Miko a set
of out special keys before she left. I had left my
spare blue key in the drawer of my desk at work. Being
at home now, the chastity wasn't coming off until Miko
decided to take it off.
Once I was finished on the computer, I set about
gathering the necessary items of clothing that I wanted
to be restrained in. Latex, leather, lingerie, heels,
and boots were all placed in the suitcase. Of course
just plain nudity had been added to the list and that
needed no packing. That night I slept with just the
chastity still locked on over the panties, getting me
ready for Saturday evening.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Saturday was again a busy day getting things
ready, packing up my clothes, and assembling all my
bondage restraints. In all, it took three suitcases to
pull it all together. I never realized all the
different types of gags I had gathered over the years,
not to mention all the rope, straps, different kinds of
tape and number of sets of handcuffs. My collection of
fetish clothing was also very large but I decided to
take only a few things. I packed my corset, leather
skirt, some lingerie, a set of white girdles and long
line bras, my collection of latex outfits including
stockings, panties, leotard, a maid's outfit, and some
long latex gloves. I also packed my highest heeled
black pumps and a couple of pair of boots, both knee
and thigh-high. At 4:30 p.m. I headed out to the
hotel.
Following Miko's instructions, I wore only my set
of black thigh-high boots, a pair of black over-the-elbow length
leather gloves and of course the black
chastity belt and panties. All this was covered up by
my long black leather coat. Nothing else was worn.
The leather was cool to the touch and since my coat
didn't button up and only used a leather sash to hold
the coat shut, my breasts were hanging free. I would
have to be careful when I checked in at the hotel.
When I arrived, I checked in with little incident.
I did raise a few eyebrows and got lots of stares, but
other than that, it was uneventful. While checking in,
I was given a pick envelop with my name on it. A
bellhop helped me carry my bags up to the room, but I
stopped him at the door and told him that I would
continue from here. A sizable tip ensure his
compliance.
The suite was fantastic, and it appeared that Miko
had already been there setting up her equipment.
Dozens of lights and strobes, two cameras, and a video
camera were setup and ready for use. My excitement was
building. The suite was on the 13th floor and
overlooked the ocean. There would be no one looking in
from across the way.
There appeared to be an adjourning suite but the
connecting door was locked. I shrugged and didn't
think any more about it.
I removed my leather coat and walked about the
suite dressed only in gloves, boots and chastity belt.
I was nervous as this would be only the third person
besides Jennifer and her co-worker Robin that has seen
me nude and dealing with such things as bondage and
dressing for pleasure.
I sat down on the bed and opened the envelop.
There was a blue key and note inside from Miko. The
note said to use the key to unlock and remove the
chastity belt before I tied myself up. I took the key
and unlocked the belt. I then removed the panties that
I had now worn for the last 36 hours. My sexual aroma
was very apparent. I placed the panties in a small
plastic bag and placed them in my suitcase for later
use.
I set about unpacking my things, setting the
restraints carefully on the floor in the corner. Each
restraint brought back many interesting times both with
myself and when playing with Jennifer. As I pulled
out the varied gags, from the suitcase, I couldn't stop
myself from trying each one on, cherishing the feeling
of losing my speech by my own hand. I think it's my
oral fixation or something like that. Bondage is never
complete without a tight mouth filling gag. Between
the ball gag (my favorite), there were the latex pump
gag, strap gag, and my new ring gag, many of which
would have their turn keeping me quiet tonight. I had
also threw in a large roll of grey duct tape to top off
the gags. Stuffing material, like wet panties,
combined with lots of tape is a very effective gag and
one I use often.
The ring gag was new and very exciting. It was a
leather lined two-inch metal ring that had an attached
strap and when it was lodged behind my teeth it held my
mouth wide open but allowed continue access to my
tongue. Jennifer liked this gag very much and would
tease my tongue with a variety of objects, not to
mention using her own wet tongue several times. Forced
gag kissing was always an act that got us going. We
bought two of them and when were both bound, the ring
gags made for some very exciting gag kissing and tongue
play. The last three pieces of bondage gear were my
favorites.
My black leather discipline hood, with its
two-inch locking collar, was first out of the bag
followed by a black leather single glove and a shiny
black leather straight jacket that I purchased last
year. I had spent many hours in that straight jacket,
hooded and hobbled. I think these were some of
Jennifer's favorite pieces of bondage gear to use on
me. I always enjoyed the warm embrace of the jacket,
and the crotch strap was designed extra wide to ensure
that any plugs used would stay firmly inserted. Many
weekends, I ended up in one of these three restraints
at the hands of Jennifer. I remember one weekend where
I was buckled in the straightjacket from Friday night
to Sunday night with the only time free was to pee and
take a shower Sunday morning, with Jennifer of course,
still bound in handcuffs. I had also modified the
jacket slightly by installing little zippers over the
nipple areas. When my leather covered arms were
strapped in the arm sleeves and pulled behind me,
instead of in front of me, the zippers could be opened
and my nipples teased or erotically tormented at will.
Anyway, enough of the past.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
In the center of the room was a sturdy wooden
chair with a high narrow back. I smiled. I had seen
that chair before. Jennifer and I had bought her
kitchen table and chairs together a few years ago and
the design of the chair made for some great chair
bondage. I knew what was ahead for me and that chair.
Per Miko's instructions, I was to tie myself to
that chair in any fashion I wanted and wait for her to
arrive. I was also supposed to use a set of headphones
and CD player. To ensure my safety during the self-bondage fun,
Miko told me she would call from the lobby
about 10 minutes before her arrival and thus allow me
the chance to finish the bondage knowing she was on her
way up to the suit, that way I didn't need to set up an
additional safety device. It was now 5:30 p.m. and
time for me to begin.
I picked up the bondage toys I had chose for this
adventure. The head harness ball gag, leather
blindfold, a set of handcuffs, several long pieces of
white rope, two wooden clothespins, and my long narrow
vibrator, with fresh batteries. I also picked up the
roll of duct tape, my headphones and small CD player
that I had sat on the coffee table. The wooden
clothespins had a small hole drilled on the ends and a
string was attached to each hole. These strings would
be used later in the final stages of the self-bondage
adventure.
I placed all the restraints in a small pile next
to the leg of the chair. I picked up the handcuffs and
tied a small rope to the center link and the other end
of the rope to the crossbar under the seat of the
chair. The length of the rope was such that my wrists
would be held down toward the seat and not allow much
movement. I took a small piece of duct tape and taped
the cuffs to the back of the chair. This was done
because when I had finished all the self-bondage
preparations, I couldn't reach the handcuffs if they
were sitting on the floor. This way, all I have to do
is reach behind the chair and the cuffs are already at
the correct height.
When this was done, I walked to the door and made
sure it was locked and that the chain was not
installed. I slowly walked back to the chair, humming
with each step. Next to the actual feeling of
helplessness, getting ready and setting up for the
self-bondage adventure was almost foreplay by itself.
I stopped in front of the large mirror hanging over the
dresser. There I was, dressed only in boots and gloves
ready for an evening of bondage at the hands of another
women, about to be photographed as if it was a
historical event. My nipples were hard as rocks and I
was as wet between the legs as can be. I slowly
caressed each nipple. I knew I had to stop this self-masturbation
and complete my bondage soon or the mood
would be lost. I walked over to the flood lights and
turned them on then turned on the VCR camera. I was
about the record this event. It would be one of
Jennifer's return home presents. She wanted me to send
it to her in Europe when it was complete. I was
flattered.
I walked back over to the chair and sat down. It
was cool to the touch and brought back memories of the
chairs out at Jennifer's ranch and the many hours of
bondage fun. I removed my gloves and placed them
across my lap for later retrieval. Having the gloves
on makes it harder to set up the bondage. I leaned
over and picked up the first long rope and proceeded to
tie my left booted ankle to the back leg of the chair.
I made sure that the ropes were pulled tight enough and
were wrapped over the support piece connecting the
front and back legs. When the final cinch was made, my
foot was off the carpet about four inches. The
stiffness of the boots made for a nice tension in my
leg as it was being bent back. The right ankle was
next and was secured in the same manner.
With my ankles pulled back and up off the carpet,
my legs and knees were effectively spread very wide
around the seat of the chair. To enhance this
position, I tied each knee to the front legs of the
chair thus ensuring I couldn't close my legs at all.
When completed, I felt very vulnerable. The inside of
my thighs were very wet.
Another long piece of rope was wrapped several
times around my waist and lap just above the boots and
secured by passing the rope several times under the
seat. This prevented me from lifting myself off the
seat.
I picked up the blindfold and ball gag and buckled
them loosely around my neck for safe keeping. The
earphones were also placed over the edge of the chair,
so that they would be within easy reach after I was
tied completely to the chair.
I now reached down and picked up the two
clothespins with their attached strings, the vibrator,
and tore off two long pieces of duct tape. I placed
the clothespins on my lap and then proceeded to slowly
insert the vibrator a few inches into my already wet
pussy. I would be effectively sitting on the vibrator.
To prevent the vibrator from slipping out or moving
aside, I took the two pieces of duct tape and taped the
vibrator to the wooden seat. With the ropes holding my
ass tightly to the chair seat and with my knees pulled
apart and tied to the sides of the chair, I was open to
invasion and the vibrator wasn't going to slip out. In
addition, with the angle that I was sitting, my clit
was in direct contact with the hard plastic intruder.
I had spent many hours sitting on such a toy at the
hands of both Jennifer and myself. It was a great
self-torment. This vibrator had two speeds and I
deliberately selected the low speed just to tease
myself and heighten the sexual feeling. I looked at
the clock, five minutes before Miko was to call.
I picked up my last long piece of rope and
proceeded to secure my upper torso to the chair. I
coiled the rope several times above and below my bare
breasts. I made sure the ropes went all the way around
and through the slats in the back of the chair. When
this was accomplished, I was tied solidly to the chair,
and I could not bend over. All that was left was the
blindfold, gag, clothespins, earphones and the securing
of my, soon to be gloved, wrists.
First the clothespins. With the tight upper chest
bondage and the many wraps of rope around my breasts,
my tits were pushed up high and were made very firm.
The extra pressure on my breasts caused my nipples to
become extra sensitive. I slowly caressed each and
then attached a wooden clothespin to each nipple,
taking care to ensure that only the nipple was being
pinched and not the skin behind the nipple. This
tended to concentrate the feeling on the just the
nipple. My eyes rolled back in my head. I'll never
get use to the first feeling of the clamp or
clothespins. The bite was sharp at first and quickly
reduced to a dull ache. The clothespins would
definitely keep my mind on the bondage especially since
I had placed them at the very end of the nipple. The
strings hung down in my lap.
I unbuckled the leather blindfold from around my
neck and rebuckled it tightly over my eyes. This
blindfold was made of very thin black leather and it
molded to my face thus blocking out all light. After
the blindfold, came the head harness ball gag. I had
chosen to put the blindfold under the straps of the
head harness to prevent any possibility of shaking off
or removing the blindfold.
The ball was medium size and bright red in color.
I licked my lips then quickly inserted the ball until
it came to rest neatly behind my teeth. I buckled the
strap tightly behind my head under my hair. I then
pulled the head straps up over the blindfold, over my
head and buckled it to the back strap. Lastly, I
buckled the chin strap tightly forcing my mouth closed
around the ball. Speech was all but impossible. I
loved this feeling each time I did this to myself.
Kind of like the cork on the bottom of champagne; full
of excitement waiting to explode if shaken. The other
nice thing about this ball gag was that I instantly
started to drool, something that always added to the
humiliation aspect of the bondage.
I carefully threaded the strings of the two
clothespins over the gag strap on either side of the
ball. I slowly pulled these strings tight causing me
to have to lower my head until my chin was resting on
my chest. The strings were then tied off. My head was
now held in a lowered position by keeping tension on my
nipples. If I tried to raise my head, I pulled on my
nipples. These were strong clothespins and they didn't
come off easy. I had used this technique several times
on Jennifer when I wanted to put her into a submissive
position. I would have her kneel, with ankles
strapped to thighs, arms locked behind her, gagged with
a ball gag and the nipple clamps or clothespins
attached to the gag holding her head down. I loved the
look, but Jennifer just moaned into her gag. The fun
part comes when I tried to tickle her and she tried to
lift her head to laugh. She couldn't and it only
served to pull harder on her nipples. She just
resigned herself to my great bondage mastery. I do
have to admit that I too have used this on myself
several times to enhance the self-bondage fun. Trying
to roll around on the floor in a hogtie is harder to do
when you can't lift your head.
With the blindfold and gag buckled tightly on and
now that my nipples were under the correct tension, I
picked up the earphones and fitted one in each ear. I
turned on the CD player and tested the volume. I had
picked one of my favorite instrumentals to listen to.
I adjusted the volume high enough to block out any
background noise. With the volume adjusted, I turned
off the CD player and waited for the phone call to
announce Miko's arrival.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
As I sat there, I tested my restraints. I smiled
behind the ball gag. Many years of experience pays off
again. They were secure of course. I wouldn't have it
any other way. I reached down and turned on the
vibrator. I jumped as it started but was reminded to
keep my head down by the pull on my nipples. Combine
the tight bondage, with the nipple fun and now the
vibrator, a warm glow started to take over my body
starting between my booted legs. My mind also started
to wonder. What was Miko like? Did I really want to
be seen in this compromising position with a total
stranger, let along be photographed? Where did Miko
get her bondage vocabulary from? She seemed very
knowledgeable when we talked on the phone and she
showed no shyness as we spoke of vibrators, ball gags
and nipple clips? I was dying to ask those and many
other questions.
Finally the phone rang twice, then it rang once.
That was the signal we worked out to ensure it was Miko
calling and that she was on her way up. She'd be here
in ten minutes. I picked up the roll of tape and tore
off two small strips. I fasten each over my left and
right ear thus holding the earphones in place. I
tested the duct tape and was confident that any shaking
I did would not dislodge the earphones, and since my
head was being held in position by the strings attached
to my nipples, I wasn't going to do much shaking.
I reached down in my lap and pulled the leather
gloves on each arm, carefully smoothing the kid leather
all the up to near my armpits. I was now at the
decisive moment. I took a deep breath, and gently
pulled on my clothespins attached to my nipples by
lifting my head; yes, this was what I wanted. I turned
on the CD player and waited for the music to start. It
blocked all incoming noise and isolated me from my
surroundings. I quickly reached around behind me and
removed the handcuffs from the tape attached to the
back of the chair. I locked the first cuff on my left
wrist. I waited for the excitement to build, more
lifting of the head. I then lifted my right hand up
and gave the camera a little wave, a nice touch for my
beautiful friend whose details I was trying to follow
to the letter. I quickly brought my right arm behind
the chair locked on the other cuff. I was done and all
alone, bound and gagged by my own hand waiting for some
one I had never met before to release me.
I always enjoy this type of sensory deprivation.
My movements were restricted to very small turns
against the ropes. All speech was blocked. My hearing
was impaired to just music and my sight was nothing but
blackness. All I had left was feel and that was muted
by the leather boots and long leather gloves. My feet
were off the ground and I couldn't feel the coldness of
the steel cuffs that I knew were not coming off with
the key. Oh yes, I forgot to say that I had placed the
key on a gold chain that was now hanging around my
neck. Miko would need it to unlock the handcuffs, if
she chose to do so.
All in all, there were plenty of emotions to keep
me company. The vibrator was doing its job, slowly
keeping me on the sexual build up, the clothespins on
my nipples kept reminding me how helpless I was and the
vulnerability I felt with my legs and knees spread wide
only made my excitement grow with each passing minute.
The feeling was marvelous. Jennifer and I had played
these games often and the wonderful part was that after
only a few minutes, minutes started to turn into hours,
time seemed to stand still. Had it not been for the
instrumental music playing in my ears, time would have
went away. I do have a tape of nothing but static or
white noise that can really make a woman humble and
alone. It's those adventures I enjoy most because only
the sense of feel and smell is left uninhibited. In
fact, those get greatly enhance. My body really
becomes very sensitive and it doesn't take much
caressing to send me over the edge.
This initial self-bondage fun was Jennifer's idea
as she knew how much I enjoyed tying myself up. In
addition, Jennifer wanted Miko to capture that first
moment of bondage discovery on both video and print
film to see how well I had followed her instructions
and to watch the tight bondage. I could just see
Jennifer sitting on the couch in Paris, dressed in
lingerie watching this video, slowly smoking a
cigarette and caressing herself. I wonder what
thoughts would be going through her mine?
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
As usual, time started to slow down and I lost
track of how long I'd had been tied up. Based on the
music, I calculated about 15 minutes but had yet to
sense any presences of any one else in the room. I
slowly continued to move my body with the beat of the
music rubbing my clit against the vibrator. Being on
low speed was such a tease as it wasn't high to get me
off but was more of a sexual nuisance.
As my body moved so did my bound breasts and of
course the clothespins on my nipples. The pulling on
the strings was a constant reminder of my helplessness.
I tried moving my arms but the length of the rope
attached the cuffs was to short to allow any movement
at all. I wasn't able to reach around and remove the
clothespins. This was one of my better self-bondage
attempts.
Suddenly, I felt a presence by my side. I
strained against my bonds trying to sense who or what
was there. The movement only served to cause me to
pull harder on my already sore nipples. The music
stopped as did the vibrator. I moaned into my gag,
cheated out of another orgasm again. I felt the small
pieces of tape holding the ear phones against my ears
being removed, nothing was said.
The person walked away and then the sound of a
camera clicking could be heard. The sound was coming
from a variety of directions as the person walked
around the chair. Then nothing.
I felt a hand on the back of my neck unbuckling
the top head strap of my gag. It was removed from my
head thus freeing the blindfold. The blindfold came
next. It was slowly removed. I squinted as the bright
lights evaded my eyes. I was still gagged with the
ball gag, but that was next to come off. When the gag
was removed, it was placed in my lap and the tension in
my nipples was lessened. I managed to say hi, you must
be Miko.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
A beautifully stunning, Japanese women walked
around in front of me holding the blindfold. She
smiled and nodded. Yes this was Miko.
Miko was about 5'8" tall with beautiful brown eyes
and long black hair pulled back with a blue tie. She
was slender with beautiful legs and medium size
breasts. She was obviously in great shape. She was
wearing a beautiful long sleeve blue silk blouse, with
a white scarf neatly tied about her neck. Her skirt
was very short and made of black suede. I could see
that she was also wearing black seamed stockings and a
pair of black shiny patent leather knee high boots with
flat heels. She had a beautiful face with just a hint
of makeup except for the bright red lip gloss which
stood in sharp contrast to her black hair and snow
white complexion. Her fingers were long and her nail
painted a shiny color of red.
She was beautiful and she was now looking at me
sitting still tied very securely to this wooden chair.
I was nude with only boots and gloves on. I quickly
looked down at the vibrator and blushed. Miko walked
over to me and gently lifted my head, and told me not
worry, she'd seen this activity before and enjoyed what
I was doing. Jennifer had filled her in on all the
details. I relaxed. Apparently she was more than just
a photographer. It was going to be a great evening.
Miko walked around me inspecting all my bonds
asking me questions about how I could do all this by
myself. I answered as best I could telling her that I
had years of practice. She then asked if I ready to
get untied and discuss the evening events. Of course I
nodded that I was. She walked over and removed the key
from the chain around my neck. I looked up into her
face as her stared down at my clamped nipples. She
smiled. She then walked behind me and unlocked my
wrists from the handcuffs. When my wrists were free, I
reached up and slowly removed the clothespins from my
nipples. I sucked my breath in. Taking them off was
always harder. Miko continued to help me untie myself,
commenting on all the detail that I had put into the
tie up. If she hadn't known better she wouldn't have
thought someone had done this to me vice me doing it to
myself. I again told her I had lots of practice. She
nodded and said that she wanted to discuss the self-bondage issue
further as the evening wore on. Jennifer
had told her of my experiences. Again I blushed. Miko
just smiled.
When I was free, I stood and stretched. Miko
handed me a beautiful short kimono robe to wear to
cover my nearly nude body. It was a nice touch. I
removed the gloves and laid them aside for later use.
I still had the boots on. With the height of the
heels, Miko and I were about even in height.
I went about the business of picking up all my
bondage gear as Miko unpacked the rest of her photo
equipment. We chatted about her work as a photographer
and our mutual friend in Europe. Miko explained that
she had met Jennifer about two years ago when she went
for her interview for a new photographer opening.
Jennifer saw the portfolio that Miko had brought with
her and it included several photos of fetish type
clothing and a hint of bondage. Miko was hired right
away. It seems that Miko also started in Japan as a
fashion model herself then turned to the other side of
the camera when she grew tired of being bossed around.
She appeared very independent and knew what she wanted.
It also seemed that she and Jennifer have spent lots of
time together on different shoots and somehow the
subject of bondage came up. Miko had seen the
different types of Oriental bondage styles and all the
different bondage magazines and she was very intrigued.
She started to try her hand at using some light
restraints in some of her fashion shoots. Suddenly she
was quite popular with a very secret crowd of people
who were into bondage and wanted to see more of her
work. She quickly expanded into a full bondage
photographer on her own time and her work also included
doing private and custom photo shoots. It was
surprising to hear that most of the customers were
women. With all this experience, it explained where
Miko gained her knowledge from. But I now I wonder how
she and Jennifer's interests in bondage fit into the
puzzle. I wonder if Jennifer has ever been in front of
her camera. I didn't ask. Hopefully it would come up
in later discussions.
When my gear was put away, we sat together on the
couch and shared a bottle of wine. Miko asked if I
mined if she smoked while we talked. Certainly, I told
her. Miko lit a long white cigarette and slowly blew a
long stream toward the ceiling. Obviously she derived
great pleasure from smoking the way she would close her
eyes when she inhaled, held it, then let it out slowly.
I quietly sipped my wine watching her smoke. There was
something very erotic about a women who smoked like
that. Miko caught my glances and smiled. I returned
to my wine. When Miko crossed her legs, I noticed that
she was also wearing black garters. She was obviously
a women after my own heart who loved lingerie for
herself.
The subject finally turned to bondage and the
night's events. We discussed the different bondage
positions I wanted to try that evening. I handed her
my detailed list that I had drawn up last night. She
looked over each scene, asking a few knowledgeable
questions about each. I told her that the list was
mostly guidelines and that she could use whatever she
wanted to enhance the bondage and the photographic
quality. Miko smiled shyly. She told me that she
would see what she could do to make it an interesting
night.
We got up and walked over to where my bondage gear
was laid out and I quickly went through the different
restraints I wanted her to use. Miko only nodded.
Interesting I thought to myself. A lot of the gear was
specialized but Miko didn't ask how it was used. This
simple fact again tended to backup bondage experience.
She must have learned a lot over these last few years.
We also looked over my array of fetish clothing I
had brought for the evening. She seemed to like the
latex material quite a bit. She even took the material
to her nose to smell the rich latex aroma. She again
smiled. She commented on all the stuff I had and was
very impressed with the whole lot. Apparently she has
done lots of photo shoots where the fetish clothing was
the main focus and so she had been exposed to a lot of
different types of fashions. It was now time to begin
the nights activities and starting with the second
bondage position.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
My second position was going to be a tight hogtie
on the coffee table. For this position, I looked
through my clothes' bag and removed a white spandex
girdle with attached garters, black seamed stockings, a
white long line bra and a pair of white elbow length
nylon evening gloves. I enjoyed the restricted feeling
the girdle and long line bra gives me. It really
enhances the bondage when I where these foundations.
Miko went about her work finishing setting up her
cameras and repositioning her lights.
I sat on the bed and removed the thigh-high boots,
setting them aside for later use. I first pulled on
the high waisted girdle. It was a tight fit. This was
followed by the stockings that I carefully attached to
the four bottom garters. The long line bra was next
followed by the gloves. I then reached into my bag and
removed my black patent pumps with 6" heels. This
outfit was straight from a John Willie photo. Miko was
ready to begin when I was finished dressing. She
commented on my choice of outfits and mentioned that
she had seen many John Willie albums and could see the
similarities and that this outfit should make for some
great photos.
I handed Miko several coils of white rope. We
walked over to the coffee table and she had me sit on
the corner. I placed my gloved wrists behind my back
palm to palm. Miko proceeded to tie my wrist tightly
together. She was good and knew what she was doing.
The cinches were tight and the knots were placed well
up my wrist away from my probing fingers.
My elbows were next. Several coils were wrapped
loosely around my arms several inches above my elbows.
As Miko wrapped the cinches, she gently pulled my
elbows together until they touched. The remaining
length rope was wrapped under my left arm toward the
front of my body, then up behind the neck and then down
the front then back under my right arm. This rope was
then tied off to the elbow cinch. The remaining rope
then ran up to the rope that was running behind my
neck. The neck rope was then pulled tight and the
whole thing tied off above the elbows. This was a neat
tie and the neck rope prevented any chance of the elbow
cinch from slipping down, like it was really going to
any way but it was the thought that counted.
A long piece of rope was wrapped several times
around my body, below my breasts then continued with
several more wraps above the breasts. Miko used a
small rope to cinch the ropes between my body and bound
arms. She then cinched the ropes between my breasts
thus preventing the rope from slipping and giving the
nice effect of a tight breast bondage. I was
impressed. However, she wasn't done yet. She had me
stand as she wrapped a rope several times around my
girdled waist. She then took a long rope and tied it
to the waist rope in the back, brought the rope down
through my legs carefully placing the rope in the most
intimate places. Miko continued up and looped the rope
over the waist loops in front and then proceeded to
pull the rope again back through my crotch. This time
she looped the rope through my bound wrists and pulled
the rope back down and through my crotch. She pulled
on the rope, slowly working all the slack out the
lines. This caused my bound wrists to be pulled down
toward my ass. She repeated this several times.
Pulling my bound wrists up only served to pull the
crotch rope tighter and deeper. I just rolled my eyes.
When she was satisfied with the tightness of the crotch
rope, she tied the long rope off in front and proceeded
to wrap the remaining length around my body and bound
wrists. After about six wraps, she cinched the coils
tightly between my bound wrists and body.
This was about the tightest I had ever been tied.
Jennifer was good but Miko really knew her stuff and I
could see that I was in for a great night of
restrictive bondage fun. She then continued with my
ankles and knees. With three different ropes she
tightly tied and cinched my ankles, below the knees,
and the upper thighs. She stepped back to survey her
handy work. She asked if I were all right, I nodded
yes and told her I liked her handy work. Miko just
nodded and we set about the next phase.
Miko helped me swing my body on to the coffee
table then turn over on my stomach. Naturally, I
wasn't able to move much at all. Miko then picked up
another rope and again tied it to my elbow cinch. She
then carefully raised my bound ankles and looped the
rope over and through my feet and looped it around the
ankle cinch. This rope was brought back to the elbow
cinch and again looped around the cinch. Miko slowly
pulled the rope taking out all the slack. As she did
this, my ankles were drawn closer and closer to my
bound wrist. Miko looped the remaining rope around my
ankle and tightly knotted it on the outside of my legs,
well out of reach of my fingers.
Miko walked over to my bag and pulled out my large
red ball gag. She knelt down in front of me, brushed
my hair away from my face, and slowly inserting the
gag. When the ball was tightly lodged behind my teeth,
she drew the thick black straps behind my neck and
buckled it tightly under my hair. The red ball gag was
in sharp contrast to the whitness of the ropes and the
outfit. When this was done, she gently lifted my head
and again asked if I were all right. I nodded that I
was, but she wasn't done yet.
She picked up a another rope and proceeded to wrap
several loops around the instep of my high heels. She
cinched this tightly. This had the added effect of
preventing me from removing my shoes. But that wasn't
all she did with the rope. She took the free end of
the rope and threaded it through the D-ring in the back
of my gag. As she pulled on the rope tight, she placed
her hand on my forehead and gently lifted my head back.
When my head was pulled straight up, she tied the rope
off. I was now quite arched and the gag was pulled
deeply into my mouth. I instantly started to drool.
It was very hard to swallow in this position and most
of the drool just run out of my mouth. I wasn't going
anywhere until Miko decided I had enough or she had
enough photos.
Miko again checked all my bonds and then headed to
her cameras. She turned on the flood lights and
energized her strobes. She then proceeded to walk
around my bound body taking photos of me from all
sides. Under her direction she had me show fear, and
discomfort in my eyes for several photos. She was very
professional. I acted as best I could but acting
wasn't really needed. This hogtie was tight and I was
under a lot of discomfort and tension. All part of the
game though.
When she was done with the still photos, she
picked up the video camera and shot several minutes of
me moaning and trying to escape my bonds. There was
very little movement. I did almost fall over on my
side and off the coffee table but was caught by Miko.
She laughed. Suddenly she stopped moving around me and
placed the camera down. She picked up a long white
scarf and folded it into a three-inch wide roll. She
walked over and proceeded to blindfold me. She told me
that a blindfold adds something extra to the photos.
Who was I to stop her? All light was gone and it was
filled with loneliness and blackness. I then heard her
again take a few more photos and probably a few more
minutes of video.
Finally she was done, but she didn't walk over to
me to untie me right away. I heard her walk to the wet
bar, then light a cigarette and pour a glass of wine.
She asked me if I were enjoying my birthday. Of course
I was but all that came out was a grunt. Miko just
laughed. Per my instructions I was to remain in the
bondage for fifteen minutes after she was done with the
photos. I didn't want to waste a good bondage just for
the sake of getting a photo shoot done. Finally it was
time for her to untie me. I was ready and becoming
stiff. I loved it.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
She started with the rope attached to the gag.
This relieved a lot of tension. She then removed the
gag. My lower face was a mess from all the drool. I
had even left a puddle on the table. Got to love that
ball gag. The blindfold was next followed by the rest
of the ropes. I laid on the table for a few minutes
getting my breath back. I then sat up and rubbed the
feeling back into my arms and wrists. I watched as
Miko changed the film in her camera. I told her that
the hogtie that she just completed on me was one of the
tightest I had ever been in. Even Jennifer didn't do
it that tight. I did tell her that I really enjoyed it
though.
Miko handed me a small glass of chilled wine when
she had finished with her cameras. I was already deep
in thought about my next tie up. Miko picked up the
list and read the through the next position. Next on
the list was a tight spreadeagle, dressed in red latex
lingerie.
When the wine was finished, I quickly undressed
removing the girdle and long line bra, followed by the
stockings and gloves. A quick to the bathroom to
relieve those important bodily functions and I was
ready to go. I then picked up a can of talcum powder
and dusted my legs, arms and stomach. The rope marks
from the last bondage position were still plainly
visible and would probably be for several hours. I
figured by the time this evening was complete, rope
marks would be permanently scarred over my body. Miko
was nice enough to help me powder my back. Her hands
were soft and she had a sincere touch to them.
I first pulled on my pair of red thigh-high latex
stockings. I sat on the bed and carefully rolled the
latex up in my hands until I was able to place my foot
in the bootie. I then slowly rolled the stocking up my
leg until it stopped at my crotch. The other was leg
was next. I smoothed the stockings until no wrinkles
could be seen. Nice and shiny red from toe to crotch.
Next came the red latex leotard top. It was a one
piece panty and top combination. The briefs had two
soft latex plugs that would fit nicely in my most
private parts. I picked up a tube of lubricating jell
and quickly lubricated the two plugs. I then careful
stepped into the top, and pulled it up over my breasts.
I had to work the plugs into the correct position but
since I had used adequate lubrication, and was still
excited from the days events, inserting them was not a
problem. I was so caught up in my task at hand that I
forget that Miko was sitting near by. I looked up to
see her smile behind a cloud of smoke. She said
nothing, but instead click her camera capturing me with
my legs spread, bending over inserting the butt plug.
I blushed, but continued.
When the plugs were in place, I pulled the top all
the way up and inserted my arms into the short sleeves.
I adjusted the leotard to ensure no wrinkles were
present and that my breasts were correctly placed in
the molded cups. My nipples were sticking through the
hole in the latex cups and were protruding from my
chest. The leotard zipped up the back and I walked
over Miko and asked her if she would do the honors.
She put her wine glass down, happy to oblige.
I stood with my arms at my side as she slowly
zipped the latex outfit shut. When she reached the
back of my neck with the zipper, she noticed that the
zipper ended in the middle of a hasp lock. She asked
if I intended to lock the outfit on. I smiled and
handed her the small lock over my shoulder but told her
to hang on to the lock for a moment. Miko accepted the
lock and waited for the next step.
The next piece to the outfit was a red latex hood
and a thick two inch rubber collar attached to the
front of the hood. The hood was open faced but covered
from just below my lips to just about my eyebrows. I
pulled my hair into a pony tail and then pulled on the
hood. My ponytail was inserted into the special hole
at the top of the hood. When my face was in the
correct position, I brought the two ends of the collar
around to the back of my neck and asked Miko to place
the ends over the hasp ring. I asked her then to now
thread the zipper through the hasp ring and then lock
the whole thing in place. Miko was happy to oblige.
The only way the latex outfit, except for the
stockings, would now come off was to cut it. Miko was
impressed.
I picked up the last piece of latex gear that was
going to be worn. That was a pair of long, shoulder
length red latex gloves. I carefully powered my arms
and inserted my fingers and arms into the gloves,
rolling the latex up to my armpits covering the ends of
the short sleeve leotard.
The outfit was complete. The latex hugged my skin
like a glove. The feeling of restriction as I breathed
in was wonderful. The plugs were constantly moving in
and out with each movement and my nipples were getting
hard from being forced out through the small opening in
the molded latex cups. All in all, this was almost a
bondage by itself. I even told Miko that I had worn
this outfit, minus the hood, under my dress clothes to
work and that I didn't take the key with me. I laughed
and also told her that I almost had to cut it off as I
forget that I couldn't use the bathroom in this outfit
and that I had drank coffee all morning in meetings and
had to go to the bathroom really badly by the early
afternoon. I was able to leave work early and take
care of the problem. Miko and I just laughed.
Now for the bondage. I walked over the bed and
Miko was already standing next to it with the leather
restraints in hand. I held out my right wrist and she
buckled the three inch wrist cuff tightly about the
wrist. The left wrist was next. She then knelt at my
feet and did the same with each ankle. Each cuff had a
twelve inch long leather strap attached to the outside.
At the end of the strap was a large O-ring to which
chains or rope could be tied as well. Besides the
strap, each cuff had a hasp lock riveted to the thick
leather. Miko attached a small lock to each cuff.
Removal was now prevented. I should say that Miko held
the keys to all these locks.
Miko picked up a long white rope and asked me to
turn around. She then begin to coil the rope tightly
around my waist several times then knotted the rope in
the front. She then pulled the remaining lengths down
between my legs and over the plugs. The rope continued
up and was looped to the waist coil in the back. She
repeated this a few times ensuring that each pass was
ridding against the plugs. The plugs were now deeply
imbedded in my cunt and ass instilling a sense of
fullness. I now wished that I had installed the
vibrating ones. Oh well, maybe next time. The white
rope struck a sharp contract to the red latex.
Miko picked up the latex pump gag, slightly
inflating the bulb to ensure it worked then had me sit
on the edge of the bed. Once again the butt plug
reminded me of it place in life. She slowly offered
the bulb to me. I smiled at her then open my mouth to
accept the latex present. Miko then drew the wide
latex straps tightly about my head and velcroed then
together. Velcro worked better here so I wouldn't have
to lie on a large buckle. The inflator bulb was
attached to the bulb by an eight-inch rubber tube.
When the gag was on, Miko told me to stand then
proceeded to place two large pillows in the center of
the king size bed. She then nodded and I climbed on
the bed and laid on my back across the pillows. I laid
in such away that the pillows were in the small of my
back. This had to affect of lifting my crotch off the
bed. Miko then picked up a long rope and attached one
end to the O-ring in my left ankle cuff. She slowly
pulled my left leg toward the lower left corner of the
bed and tied it off. The process was repeated with my
right leg. My legs were now spread very wide. A rope
was then attached to both ankles trying to pull them
together thus preventing any movement in my legs.
I was beginning to feel that feeling of both
helplessness and vulnerability again. With my rear end
lifted off the bed the way that it was and my legs
spread wide and secured, access to my crotch and the
plugs was made very easy. I would have been the
perfect target for the probing hands of Jennifer, had
she been here. With the slight arch in my back, my
nipples were standing straight up and were of course
hard as rocks.
Miko walked up to the headboard and tied another
length of rope to my left wrist cuff's O-ring. This
rope was then tied to the corner post. As Miko pulled
the rope taught, my left arm was also pulled wide and
above my head. The right wrist was next. Again a rope
was tied between the wrists to anchor the wrists in
place.
Miko stood back a moment to survey her work. I
was laying on a dark blue sheet, dressed in red latex
from head to toe, white rope bisected my legs at the
crotch and black cuffs adorned each ankle and wrist.
It was then I noticed the mirror installed above the
bed. I was looking at a very helpless female,
spreadeagled in red latex. My excitement was building.
Miko wasn't done yet. She walked around to each
restraint and begin to slowly tighten each one. I had
the feeling that I was being lifted off the bed as each
rope was tightened. I tested my bonds, no movement.
When Miko was done, she sat next to my head and
leaned over my face. It was such a beautiful smile.
She asked if I was all right and ready for the gag to
be inflated. I nodded yes. She grabbed the pump
carefully wrapping those long fingers with those red
painted nails around the rubber pump. She slowly
started to inflate the bulb that was secured tightly in
my mouth. The feeling was exquisite. With each pump,
I could feel my chance for calling for help being
pulled away. The bulb quickly filled my mouth. Miko
was watching me intently. I opened my eyes wide when I
was nearing the limit of fullness. Miko stopped, then
shut the valve on the pump. The air was now held in.
Since the latex strap was strapped tightly around my
head, and the bulb was fully inflated, I couldn't spit
it out and it now formed a very effectively gag. As I
turned my head side to side, the pump would flop back
and forth, occasionally hitting my sensitive nipples.
My eyes rolled.
Miko tested the rest of my bonds then lightly ran
her fingers up the side of my rib cage, I laughed
behind the gag and tried to squirm away. Yes, I was
very ticklish. Miko continued up to my arm pits then
now to my left nipple. She stopped just as she was
about to brush across it. I moaned into my gag.
Foiled again. Miko just winked at me and smiled. She
knew who was in control of this situation.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Miko got up from the bed and again turned on her
floodlights and energized her strobes. She begin to
take a whole roll of film, shooting from a variety of
angles. She coached me several times in how to hold
myself trying to convey that feeling of sheer
helplessness, which wasn't hard given my position.
After the still photos, she then picked up the
video camera and again filmed a very helpless woman
dressed in red latex. She stopped, put the camera
down, then walked over to where my bondage restraints
were lying. She picked up a few items but I couldn't
see what they were due to the position I was tied in.
When she walked around to the side of bed, I could
see that she was carrying my vibrator, and a set of
metal nipple clamps that were connected by a small
chain. She was also smiling, yes, this was on my list
to be done. She pushed the vibrator under the rope
leading from my waist to my crotch right on top of my
pubic bone. The vibrator was placed at a ninety angle
to the ropes and about four inches up from my crotch.
It was obvious that when the vibrator was turned on the
ropes would transfer the vibrations to the plugs. I
could hardly wait.
Miko picked up one of the rubber tipped nipple
clamps and played with them before my eye. She told me
she had always wondered what these felt like. She
tried one on her finger then asked me if I wouldn't
mind if she tried one on her nipples. I just nodded my
head in the yes direction. I could not say no could I?
Miko put the clamps down in her lap and I watch in
fascination as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled it off her shoulders. She was wearing a skin-tone colored
half bra that hooked in front. She
unhooked the bra and pulled the cups to either side.
Her breasts were beautiful, full, and firm. Her
nipples seemed to stand out like erasers. However,
what caught my eye were the silver nipple rings pierced
just behind each nipple. Miko saw the look and pulled
on each ring gently said that she got them pierced
while she was in Europe last year. It was the "going
thing" to do. She also said that her nipples had
become more sensitive after they were pierced. I was
intrigued. I wondered if anything else was pierced,
but Miko didn't elaborate. I had always enjoyed nipple
play and had seen the many photos of women with
different body parts that were pierced but this was the
first time I had seen them up close, on a real person.
I had always thought that they would be a great bondage
anchor device, almost better then nipple clamps.
Miko picked up the nipple clamps and gently
pinched and caressed her nipples until they were
standing straight out. She then carefully attached a
clamp to each nipple. I heard her sucked in her breath
as the clamps took hold. When both clamps were on, she
gently pulled on the connecting chain to see what
pulling felt like. She turned to me and smiled. She
could see why I liked to use the clamps so much. They
did keep my mind on my breasts. She let go of the
chain and quickly removed the clamps. They weren't on
long enough to get that second rush as the blood flowed
back into each nipple. She then proceeded to lightly
caress and squeeze my left nipple waiting for it to
become hard. It didn't take long since they were
already very sensitive due to being squeezed out the
latex cups. I closed my eyes. No other female other
than Jennifer had ever touched me in this way. My
excitement grew with each caress. When the nipple was
very hard, she quickly attached the clamp. I too
quickly sucked in my breath. The right nipple followed
but this time she took her time with the caressing. I
opened my eyes and looked at Miko. She was smiling at
me while she was doing it. Kind of pleasure in one and
an erotic pain in the other. My brain was receiving
mixed signals. It stopped suddenly when she attached
the clamp to my right nipple. Miko then picked up the
connecting chain and gave them a quick pull to check to
see if the clamps were secure. They were.
Miko pulled a small rope from her pocket and tied
one end to the middle of the connecting chain. She
then tied the other end over my head to the bed's
headboard. She pulled the rope taught until I was
arching my back to keep the tension on my nipples to a
minimum. She tied the rope off. With my arms and legs
pulled to the four corners and now my nipples tied to
the head board, very little movement was allowed. Only
my head could move from side to side and lift up
slightly. With each movement of the head though, the
inflator bulb would flop side to side, only this time
it would come in contact with the nipple chain and send
small shock wave though my breasts.
Miko sat next to me on the bed and again slowly
tickled my underarms. I tried to squirm but this only
caused me to pull harder on my nipples and the clamps
weren't coming off. She lightly drew her fingers
across my face tickling my nose then she reached down
and quickly turned on the vibrator, high at first. I
jumped with surprise. The feeling was wonderful. With
the bondage, nipple clamps, plugs, and now the
vibrator, I was working my way up to a super orgasm.
Miko sensed this and shifted the speed of the
vibrator back too low. I moaned. Just enough to tease
but not enough to push me over the edge, at least not
yet. Miko got up from the bed, and again took several
more photos followed by several minutes of video. She
left me to stare up at the mirror in the ceiling and
stew in my own heated passion.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
In the mirror, I saw a brightly clad latex covered
girl stretched out on the bed, with a white crotch
rope, black gag, and white vibrator sitting just above
my crotch. Very little skin was showing, just the inch
or so above my stockings, and the area around my nose
and eyes. I was the picture of sheer helplessness. I
moved against my bonds in hopes of shifting the
vibrator to a different location. No luck. Miko was
very good at her bondage an she was also good at the
art of teasing. All I could do was sit and continue to
stew. The orgasm was starting to build. As the orgasm
built, so did the body heat. Latex feels wonderful but
it contains the heat. I could feel myself sweating and
little beads of sweat were forming on my brow.
After several minutes, Miko walked over to the
foot of the bed with a tripod and the VCR camera
mounted on top. The camera was tilted so that I filled
the viewfinder. She started the tape rolling and the
walked over to the side of the bed and reached for the
vibrator. She quickly shifted the speed too fast.
Orgasm was now on its way. I was lost in sexual bliss,
I could tell I was very wet and the ropes leading to my
crotch were adding to the feeling of restraint and
fullness. Miko quietly walked into the other room. I
was oblivious to her presence.
After several minutes, I raised my head and looked
into the cameras. I wanted to show Jennifer that I was
enjoying myself. Suddenly, my eyes rolled back into my
head and one of biggest orgasm I've ever had in while
hit me. My head was spinning. I was bucking but going
nowhere. The movement pulled on the nipple chain and
thus my nipples, but that only served to enhance the
feeling of erotic discomfort. It was like heaven and
hell.
When I finally calmed down, and opened my eyes,
Miko was smiling at me over her cigarette and drink.
She told me she counted four orgasms from the just the
sound. I nodded weakly. At least four I thought.
She put the glass down and asked if I were ready
to be set free and ready for a rest. Again I nodded
weakly. She first turned off and removed the vibrator.
It felt strange not to have the constant vibration
between my legs. Then she untied the rope attached to
my nipple chain removing the tension but leaving the
nipple clamps attached. She reached up and opened the
pump value and deflated the bulb filling my mouth. She
reached around behind me and removed the latex gag; the
bulb was a sodden mess. Miko carefully wiped away all
the drool that had built up on the outside of my face
under the latex gag.
She then quickly walked around and released all
the ropes from the corners of the bed. I was now free.
Miko pulled the keys off a long neck chain she had
placed around her neck, and proceeded to unlock and
remove all the cuffs. I got up from the bed slowly.
My knees were a little weak. I stretched to relieve
the tension in my joints. Miko walked up behind me
untied the knots to the crotch rope and allowed me to
take the rest off by myself. All this time the nipple
clamps were still attached to my nipples and the chain
was hanging down between them. I then reached up and
slowly removed the nipple clamps, gritting my teeth as
the blood again flowed back in.
As I stood there slowly rubbing my nipples back to
life with my gloved fingers, Miko unlocked the small
lock holding the zipper and collar in place. She then
unzipped the leotard. I carefully removed the hood
setting it aside. The gloves were next, followed by
the thigh-high stockings. Finally the leotard was
slowly removed. The two plugs made sucking sounds as I
removed them. I blushed. Miko was working on her
camera and didn't seem to notice. No question about it
though, I was wet.
I turn all the latex inside out to allow it to
dry. Tomorrow I would have more time to properly clean
the material. These latex items were very expensive
and needed good care to make them last.
Completed with the disrobing, I was standing nude
next to the bed. Miko walked over and handed me the
kimono and a glass of water. I headed to the bathroom
to freshen up. My thoughts were already thinking about
the next scene on the list, a nude suspension, but my
mind also kept returning to those beautiful silver
nipple rings I had seen in Miko's nipples.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
When I returned, Miko had set out a plate of
cheese and fruit to snack on. I was hungrier than I
had thought. Bondage can sure drive a woman to eat.
We sat and snacked for several minutes talking about
the Miko's work, the fashion industry and other small
talk. I wanted real badly to ask Miko lots of
questions about her rings. It got the best of me, so I
asked her. Miko smiled and told me how she got the
rings, who did the piercings, and how much they hurt
when she got them. I did manage to ask her if she were
pierced in other places as well. Miko again smiled and
stood up and pulled her blouse out of her skirt and
lifted it up for me to see the silver ring in her
naval. She also pulled her suede skirt up showing off
her beautiful black garter belt and panties. She then
lowered her black satin panties down to expose a nicely
trimmed bush of pubic hair. She was beautiful. There
were two silver rings, one each inserted her through
each of her labia. I was fascinated. They were
stunning and were in sharp contrast to the white skin
and black pubic hair. They were heavy rings and Miko
told me that once the piercings had healed, they could
be played with during sexual activity without having to
worrying about tearing. Miko demonstrated by gently
pulling on the rings. Just thinking about the
possibility of using the rings in bondage was getting
me very excited. I would have to do more investigation
into this piercing idea. Miko pulled her panties back
up and straightened her clothes. She then sat back
down and finished her wine. We continued to chat about
different aspects of bondage and the of course her
piercings.
Finally we went over the next scene in some
detail. I had wanted to do the whole scene nude, but
Miko suggested that I might want to wear my long black
kid leather gloves. She stated the contrast would look
great in the photos and on the video tape, and the
gloves would also serve to provide better protection
for my wrists. That's exactly why I like the gloves
myself. I quickly agreed and went to retrieve the
gloves.
As I put the plate of food away, Miko was setting
up two small step stools in the center of the room.
She then placed a large hook in the ceiling in a hole
that had been pre-drilled before I arrived. I had
wondered when that had been accomplished. Evidently
this room had been used before. I had to remember to
ask Jennifer about the hotel suite when she returned.
Miko then attached hooks to the floor under the ceiling
hook. These were special hooks that grabbed on to the
carpet and as long as tension was applied, they would
stay hooked. She then set about rearranging her camera
lights for this scene.
I was now rested and ready to begin. I pulled the
gloves on, smoothing them above the elbow. Miko walked
over to me holding my special suspension bondage
mittens and a red ball gag. These cuffs were designed
to allow the wrist to hang naturally and spread the
weight evenly over the whole wrist, and since they were
a mitten style glove, my hands and fingers would be
encased in a leather pouch and would thus be useless to
me. Attached to each cuff was a long (8"), thick
leather strap that ended in a two inch thick metal
ring.
I held out my left wrist and Miko proceeded to
pull the mitten on and strap the keeper strap tightly
about my wrist. A small padlock ensured that it wasn't
coming off. The right wrist was secured in the same
manner. I was already very helpless. Yes, I could
still walk around and talk but the mittens prevented me
from opening anything like a door or picking up
something like a key.
I turned around and Miko held the ball gag to my
lips. She softly inserted the ball until it was
resting comfortably behind my teeth. I leaned my head
forward and she buckled the gag tightly under my hair.
It wasn't coming off. She checked the tightness of the
ball and lightly caressed my gag lips. With the
mittens on, I couldn't unbuckle the gag and the size of
the ball combined with the tightness of the black strap
prevented me from spitting it out.
I followed Miko over to the step stools and
carefully climbed up to the top. I held onto Miko's
shoulder as I climbed up. Miko, climbed up on the
other step stool and locked each ring, attached to my
cuffs, to the hook using a large padlock. Again the
keys were on a chain hanging around her neck. Miko
climbed back down and moved her stool aside. She
picked up two six-foot lengths of small diameter soft
cotton rope and tied one end of each rope to each of my
big toes. Miko gently tickled my feet as she did
this. I smiled behind my gag.
Miko walked around in front of me and checked to
see if I were ready for the next step. I nodded yes.
She told me to lift up on the straps and take my body
weight off the stool. I did so and Miko quickly
removed the stool. I slowly let myself down. I was
past the point of no return. I hung there with my feet
about six inches off the floor.
Miko then pulled one of the ropes attached to my
big toes and threaded its end through the hook in the
floor. She pulled carefully causing me to spread my
leg out wide. She then tied the rope off. She
repeated the operation with the other leg. I was now
suspended and spread open. Helpless, yes, excited, you
bet.
Miko stepped back and surveyed her work. She
asked me to struggle, watched for a moment then stepped
forward to tighten the ropes attached to my toes. I
was now pretty strung out. I couldn't raise up and I
couldn't reach the lock, not that I could open it
anyway with the mittens locked on, besides all that I
was now drooling around the ball gag, and it was
dripping on my breasts. Such humiliation, I loved it.
Miko noticed, smiled and told me that the drool and the
wetness of the skin would look good in the photos. She
turned to pick her camera and commenced shooting more
pictures. She walked all around me taking photos from
all angles. Miko even laid on the floor below me and
shot a few photos looking straight up between my legs.
She told me to try to look down into the camera. She
told me that she could get my crotch, and breasts, and
my gagged face in the shot. I could hardly wait for
the photos to get done, but I still had to concentrate
on the problem at hand, total helplessness, spread wide
open and lots of tension in my arms and wrists.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Here I was suspended by my wrists from the ceiling
of a suite in a large hotel. I was gagged tightly with
a large red ball gag, nude except for gloves. I was
being photographed by a beautiful Japanese photographer
who controlled the keys to my freedom. WOW! What a
place to be in.
Following the still shots, several minutes of
video were shot to document the position. I moaned
into the gag and tried to scream, giving some realism
to the video. Miko looked from behind the video camera
and asked if I were all right. I nodded yes and
started to laugh. Miko laughed also and said that I
was having too much fun and that she need to enhance my
bondage. What could I do except agree, since I wasn't
going to stop her?
She set the camera down and walked over to my pile
of restraints and picked up a short rope. She walked
over behind me and tied the rope tightly around my
waist. She then pulled the remaining length of rope
down between my spread legs. With her soft fingers,
she carefully spread by labia apart and drew the rope
tightly between them, placing it right on top of my
clit, I closed my eyes. She then took the rope from
between crotch and tied several knots in the front.
She then pulled the rope back through my pussy lips
with the knots now strategically centered on all the
sensitive places. Miko then brought the end of the
rope up and tied it off to the waist rope in front,
pulling it tight forcing the rope deeper between my
pussy lips. I caught my breath. This was a very tight
crotch rope.
Miko stepped back and smiled. Something was still
missing she said and walked over to look through my bag
for other toys. She picked up two metal nipple clamps
that had a six-inch spring attached to the ends. Small
fishing weights were connected to the springs. I
watched her closely. I had hoped some nipple play
would happen, but I didn't write that into this script
for some reason. I figured that the suspension would
be enough erotic torment.
Miko also picked up another small rope and walked
over and pulled the stool up behind me. I wasn't sure
what was she doing. I felt her tie one end of the rope
to the back of the crotch rope. Then I heard her step
on the stool. Miko then begin to braid my hair, which
was now at the mid-back length, into a long pony tail.
I knew what was coming. Finally, she tied the other
end of the rope to the pony tail and gently pulled the
rope tight. As she did this she gently pulled my head
back until I was looking almost straight up at my bound
hands. The rope was tied off in several knots. Any
movement by my head only served to pull the crotch rope
tighter. What a way to be tied?
AS Miko stood behind me, I felt her run her
fingernails lightly up my rib cages. I struggled, but
to no avail. Her fingers continued up until the were
on either side of my breasts. She slowly then reached
around and gently cupped each breasts, as if she was
determining their weight. Her index fingers gently
teased each nipple. Miko leaned over and whispered
that Jennifer had told her that she really loved my
breast. Miko could see why. I just moaned into my
gag. As quick as the caressing started, it stopped and
I could hear Miko climbing down off the stool.
Miko moved the stool out of the way and walked
around in front of me. She just stood there and
admired me. She then proceeded to gently pull my labia
apart and attached a nipple clamp to each pussy lip,
one on both sides of the crotch rope. I was surprised.
I hadn't ever tried this before and the feeling was a
weird sensation. Miko stepped back and commented that
this should hold me for while. She was right. All I
could do was moan into the gag. She walked away from
me but not without giving me a sharp slap on the butt.
I jerked in surprise, but to no avail. I wasn't going
anywhere.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
All I could do was hang there. I tried to lower
my head but it only served to pull the crotch rope
tighter. Movement was very restricted. With each try
at moving, the clamps attached to my pussy lips would
start to swing, pulling them back and forth causing the
bite to increase. What bondage. I just there hung in
defeat. I gave up to the bondage, don't I always?
Miko wasn't done yet. I now got my wish for a little
play as she placed a wooden clothespin on each harden
nipple. More moaning escaped my lips.
Miko had picked up her camera again and started to
shoot more photos. Close ups on the crotch rope and
clamps on the pussy lips were first on the list,
followed by the head bondage. Following the still
shots, she again filmed about five minutes of video.
Finally she was done. I had only been hanging about 15
minutes but it seemed longer. My arms were asleep and
the clamps on my pussy lips were throbbing not to
mention the clothespins on my nipples. The ball gag
seemed to be growing as I moved my head and I was still
drooling all over myself. Humiliation was also apart
of the bondage fun. I was ready to be let down. Now
where was Miko? I moaned into my gag, no response from
her. Did she leave the room? I tried to shift my
weight but again it only served to pull the crotch rope
tighter against my clit and caused the clamps to again
start to swing. I closed my eyes and waited totally
surrender to my bondage. Next time, I would have to
consider a blindfold to increase the sensory
deprivation.
Suddenly I felt a cool soft hand on my ass. It
was Miko. She was there. I heard her move the stool
over next to me. She then told me that she was about
the take the clamps off my labia. I moaned. I knew
what was coming. She asked if I were ready. I moaned
yes. Miko slowly unclamped the first clamp. The blood
returned, and so did the familiar sharp pain the same
that happens in the nipples. It quickly died down to a
dull roar. The other one was next. I held my breath.
When they were off, Miko gently massaged the two small
indentations left behind until the blood fully returned
to the area. The tingling never seemed to stop. She
then picked up a knife and cut the two ropes tied to my
big toes. I was now able to once again bring my legs
together. Miko walked around me and untied the rope
attached to my pony tail. The tension on the crotch
rope lessened. She moved the stool under my feet and
helped me to lift myself up. I then stood on the stool
as she pulled the second stool next to me. Miko
climbed up and unlocked the locks that attached me
suspension cuffs to the ceiling. I looked at her over
my ball gag with much relief. Miko smiled.
She helped down off the ladder, then unbuckled and
loosened the ball gag. It came out with a pop! Again
she wiped my chin of drool. Finally she unlocked the
cuffs and I could remove the bondage mittens. I
reached up and slowly removed the clothespins from my
nipples, rolling my eyes as the blood returned. I
rubbed my arms as Miko untied the crotch rope and let
it fall to the floor. As I stood there, she knelt and
untied the small rope still wrapped around my big toes.
I was free. I fell on the bed exhausted. That was
some bondage position and hard work to boot. Miko
quietly picked up the restraints and returned then to
the suitcase for later use. Miko then gently lifted
each arm and removed my leather gloves. I opened my
eyes and smiled. I needed a small rest. My arms were
still a little weak and my pussy lips were sore from
the clamps. I reached up and lightly caressed my
nipples, they were sore also. I would have to remember
to use those pussy clamps on Jennifer next time we were
together. Miko smiled and said it was Jennifer's idea
to have her try them on me. Pay backs would be hell
upon Jennifer's return.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
After about 20 minutes, I looked over at the clock
and it said that it was only 8:30 p.m. and I still had
three bondage positions to go. I laid on the bed
thinking of the next scene that was outlined on the
sheet I had given to Miko. It was one of Jennifer's
favorites, the straightjacket and hood. The thought of
all that leather got me going again and making me very
wet.
I got up from the bed and walked over to snack on
some cheese and sip some water. I must of lost some my
shyness as I didn't even put the kimono on this time.
I stayed nude until the next scene. This didn't seem
to phase Miko at all.
I discussed with Miko that last scene and my
thoughts. I told her that near the end when I couldn't
see her and I was getting tired, I was starting to
worry that she had left and was leaving me to hang. I
smiled. Miko assured me that she would never do that
and was watching me from the other side of the room
wondering what was going through my mind. It's funny
what goes through a person's mind when in that
position. I half laughed and told her that maybe I let
her try a position or two. Miko nodded and just smiled
behind those beautiful brown eyes. I'll just tie and
be a photographer she told me, for now.
Miko picked up my list and we discussed the next
scene. This one was not that stringent but was mostly
an isolation type bondage. It also served to surround
me in leather, a thought that sent a shiver down my
naked spine.
I downed my last bit of water and walked over to
where my clothes were. I picked up my thigh-high
boots, sat on the bed and pulled them on. The leather
felt very tight and natural as I pulled them up to my
crotch. The six inch heels made walking more difficult
but I had many years to practice. The straightjacket
was next. One of my favorite toys.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
I picked up the black leather straightjacket as
Miko walked over to me. I unbuckled the straps and
opened the collar. The smell of leather was superb.
The aroma of the leather was also combined with a
slightly musty smell reminding me of its previous use.
Miko examined the jacket closely. While she did that,
I picked up two little plugs that I was going to wear
while in the jacket. I quickly lubricated the plugs
and inserted them. Miko watched in fascination. This
time I didn't even blush. I was very comfortable with
Miko being there.
Miko walked up to me and held the straightjacket
open. I slipped my arms into the long leather sleeves.
Miko pulled the jacket over my shoulders and closed the
jacket and began to buckle the five thick straps across
the back. The straps had roller buckles and made
tightening each very easy. Miko made sure the straps
were tight and as each buckled was pulled, the
straightjacket began to mold to my body. When she had
finished the back straps, the small half inch collar
was next and this closed the top of the jacket snugly,
but comfortably around my neck. This prevented me from
pulling the jacket down. Finally Miko reached between
my legs and pulled the crotch strap back and up and
buckled it its retainer and keeper in back. She pulled
this one tight, forcing the plugs deeper into their wet
cavities. I sighed. This jacket was starting to bring
back many great times that Jennifer and I had over the
last few years. I stared out the window at the setting
moon. . .
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
I can remember when it first arrived. It had
taken about six weeks once I ordered it. When I opened
the box, the thick smell of leather filled my nostrils.
I picked it up and opened the back admiring all the
buckles and especially the craftsmanship. I put my
arms in the sleeves and tried to imagine how it would
feel tightly buckled in the leather. I called Jennifer
right away and she came over when she was done with
work a few hours later. It was a long wait. I even
had to handcuff myself a few times just to keep me from
playing with the jacket, and myself for that matter.
When she arrived, I showed her jacket and with a
gleam in her eye she told me to strip completely and
hold my arms out. I quickly complied with her wishes
since I was only wearing a pair of panties and bra. In
a few minutes, I was strapped tightly in the jacket, it
was wonderful. Jennifer picked up another short strap
from my box of restraints and quickly crossed and
secured my ankles. I was now her prisoner and loving
it.
Jennifer picked up a roll of grey duct tape and
tore off a long strip. She picked up my moist panties
and told me to open up. I smiled, licked my lips and
opened wide. She proceeded to stuff the panties into
my mouth then place the long strip of tape over my
lips. I was now gagged. I could have worked the tape
off if I wanted but I didn't, the gag was more for show
than anything else. Of course it was quite an evening.
I think I spent about four hours that night in the
jacket. Jennifer even served me supper while bound.
Finally she let me go, kissed me goodnight and went
home. It was a super night.
After that night, we used the jacket in many of
our bondage games. Most of the time it was used when
we wanted to do overnight bondage or for longer times
in confinement. I have worn the jacket to drive in
movies, long drives along the coast, and I have even
worn it while horse back riding. Dressed in nothing
but riding boots and straightjacket with plugs inserted
can make for a very interesting and exciting ride.
Jennifer has even got to wear the jacket several times,
and yes even while horseback riding except I added a
blindfold and had her sit backwards on the horse. That
was some day. . .Miko lightly tapped me on the shoulder
and softly asked me what I thinking about. I smiled
and related the horseback riding scene with Jennifer.
Miko just smiled and slowly shook her head.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
When Miko had finished pulling the crotch strap
tight, I was standing with my arms at my side encased
in the black leather sleeves. The sleeves were about
eight inches longer than my fingertips. Attached near
the end of the sleeves, was a wrist strap. This was
another special modification I had installed when I
custom ordered the jacket. These wrists straps were
buckled about the wrists over the leather sleeves. The
wrist straps prevented me from slipping my wrists and
arms back through the sleeves, not that it was possible
anyway when the back was buckled shut but it just added
to the secured feeling. In addition, with the leather
sleeves firmly strapped against my wrists, better
leverage is obtained when the sleeves are buckled
tightly behind me or in front of me.
Miko walked around in front of me ready to
continue. I lifted my arms and she tightly buckled the
wrist straps thus forming kind of a mitten. The
sleeves ended in long thick leather straps about three
feet in length. I crossed my arms across my chest,
below my breasts, tightly hugging myself, and Miko
brought the left strap behind me and buckled it to its
keeper on the left side of the jacket in back. She did
the same for the right. She then slowly begin to
tighten each strap until all slack was removed. It was
like a warm snug embrace. I tried to move around in
the jacket but there was very little room. A very
secure feeling added to that warming effect between my
legs.
The keepers attached in the back were on swivels
and allowed the arms to be buckled in front as in a
normal straightjacket restraint or across with are arms
crossing in the back. This too was a very secure
position but not as comfortable. It did allow for
great access to the special zippers that were
strategically place over the nipples.
Miko walked over and picked up a set of metal
police ankle cuffs with a twelve-inch chain separating
the cuffs. She knelt at my booted feet and locked a
cuff around each ankle. I was very effectively
hobbled, what with the chain and the six inch heels of
the boots. Now for the gag and hood.
Miko smiled and asked if I had followed Jennifer's
instructions to the letter. I smiled back and nodded.
She asked where was the small plastic bag that
contained my gag filling. I laughed and told her that
it was located in the side pocket of the clothes bag.
Miko searched for a few seconds and found it. She held
up the clear plastic bag and look at the panties. She
laughed too. Inside the bag was a pair of my black
nylon panties that I had been directed to wear all day
Friday at work. It was one of those subtle
instructions that Miko mentioned before she hung up on
Thursday, the chastity belt also. In fact, I hadn't
removed them, until I arrived at the hotel this
Saturday afternoon.
Miko removed them from the bag. They were still
damp and my sex could be smelled across the room.
Remember, I was very excited after I had talked to Miko
that first night. Excited and wet. I also wore them
under the tight chastity belt last night when I was
typing out the details to all these bondage scenes.
Yes, these were going to make a great gag.
Miko also picked up a role of half inch wide black
electrician's tape, my leather discipline hood, a roll
of wide grey duct tape, and my set of sponge rubber ear
plugs. She smiled as she walked back to where I was
standing.
I sat on the bed and Miko torn off a piece the
electrician's tape about ten inches long. She had me
open my mouth wide and she then formed a loop in the
tape and placed the loop in my mouth. She then stuck
the two ends of the tape to both sides of my cheeks.
Miko then removed the moist panties from the bag and
then slowly stuffed them into my mouth. She made sure
to turn them crotch side out and insert the moist
crotch first. The loop in the tape served to prevent
the panties from being stuffed too far into the mouth
causing me to gag or choke under the hood. When all of
the panties were in, Miko torn off a long piece of duct
tape and applied it across my lips holding the panties
in. She tore off another piece and taped this one
under my chin and up the sides of my face. This served
to force me to bite down on the gag. I tried to push
the panties out with my tongue. No luck.
Miko climbed up on the bed next to me and
carefully inserted the ear plugs. The sound in the
room was now muffled. She then proceeded to pull the
hood over my head smoothing the leather across my face.
She pulled carefully until the hood was in place and
she had carefully lined up the oversize breathing holes
over my nostrils. This hood had no openings for the
eyes or the mouth, only the smaller ones for ease of
breathing. When she was sure I was breathing normally,
she then begin to lace the hood closed. She drew out
all the slack from the hood. It became like a second
skin. I couldn't hear anything at all now because of
the ear plugs and the thickness of the leather hood.
Miko tapped me on the shoulder twice. That was our
signal to see if I were all right. I nodded, I was.
When she finished lacing the hood shut, she tied the
laces in a large bow at the base of the neck. She then
pulled the two-inch collar that was attached to the
front of the hood around my head and buckled it shut.
She then fed a small lock through the keeper thus
preventing the hood from being removed. The laces were
locked under the collar. Cutting was the only way
possible to get the hood off without the key. The
bondage for this scene was complete. I sighed. I
loved this feeling.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
There was no light, and little sound. The aroma
of the leather was overpowering. I loved it. The
taste of the panties was familiar, mine, of course, but
I did miss the taste of Jennifer's. She often used her
panties as a gag, when she didn't want to use the ball
gag. Unfortunately Jennifer didn't leave any of her
wet panties to use this time. I wondered if Miko would
lend me hers? Oh well, too late.
Combined with the tight embracing bondage of the
straitjacket and the high boots, the feeling of
restraint was almost complete. Usually Jennifer also
binds my legs and ankles in several places but for this
scene I wanted to be a little more mobile, at least for
the start.
Miko guided me over to the center of the room and
left me there. I slowly moved in a circle trying to
see where she had gone. All sound was muffled. She
must have been off to the side with the camera.
Occasionally she would touch my arm and position me in
a certain way to enhance the appearance of my bondage
and helplessness.
Finally I felt her hook a chain on the large D-ring attached
to the leather collar on front on my
hood. She pulled gently forcing me to follow. I
walked carefully in the high-heeled boots and hobble
chains. She must have walked me over to the wall and
hooked the chain to the wall. When I tried to move, I
couldn't and I found that I was restricted to only a
few inches in any direction with the wall being in
front of me. More photos I guess were taken. Again, I
was left by myself. Just me, the leather, and the two
plugs strapped deeply in their wet, warm, hiding
places. Now I had wished that I had chose to use the
vibrating plugs. At least I would have added some
additional stimulation to this scene. I did this scene
because I did like the isolation and I knew that
Jennifer like the straitjacket. Oh well, maybe next
time.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably
five to ten minutes, I felt Miko unhook the chain from
the wall and pull me along to my next position. Being
in the hood didn't allow me much input to any of these
positions. I had to rely on Miko's artistic eye. I
only specified the jacket and hood, I left the
positions up to Miko.
Miko must have lead me back to the center of the
room. She then gently pushed my upper body forward as
if she wanted me to bend over. I did. It felt like I
was leaning over something and it felt like the back of
a chair. I felt the chain attach to my collar go
taught. When I tried to straighten up, I couldn't. I
was stuck. I felt Miko attached a lock to my short
hobble chain and lock the chain to the leg of the
chair. I wasn't going anyway without the chair going
with me.
This position left me open and my ass free and I'm
sure Jennifer would have used it to her advantage.
With the hood on, combined with the ear plugs, most of
the sensory input was from smell and feel. The leather
smell was strong and I could feel the cool air blowing
on my naked upper thighs just above the boots. In
fact, the only skin showing was a small section just
above the boots, below the straitjacket and of course
the checks of my ass. Suddenly I felt a swat on the
ass. I jerked in surprise. Then another. This wasn't
in the letter. It stopped with three. The swats
didn't hurt too much but were more of a surprise.
Obviously, Jennifer had given Miko additional
instructions that I didn't know about. Pay backs would
be hell to say the least. I was again left alone to
struggle in my bondage. I presumed that Miko was
taking more photos and lots of video tape of this
particular scene for Jennifer.
After a while I felt Miko unlocking the hobble
chain from the chair. She then unhooked the leash from
the chair that was holding me bent over. I stood while
she removed the chair out of the way. She gently
helped me to the floor. As I sat down, the butt plug
was pushed deeper in its hole. I moaned, but was sure
Miko didn't hear it, panties, tape and a tight leather
hood does wonders for noise. She patted my hooded head
twice. Yes, I nodded, I was doing ok.
Miko gently pulled my booted legs up to the bent
position with my knees spread wide. The cool air
blasted on my wet inner thighs. I felt her pull the
leash that was still attached to my collar and clip it
to my hobble chain thus forcing me into a ball, a ball
of black leather. She then got up and walked way.
More photos I guess followed.
After a few minutes, I started to rock back and
forth and suddenly fell over to my side. I couldn't
move at all, and Miko didn't come to my recuse. She
must have filmed the whole thing. I could see Jennifer
now, laughing at my predicament. Still, she wasn't
there to pick me up. I tried to move around but only
managed to turn over on my back. I rested as my breath
was restricted due to the hood and I tried to relax. I
must have been some sight. A ball of black leather
trying to roll on the floor. Finally, I felt Miko
unhook the leash from my hobble chain, thus allowing my
to straighten out my boots legs. I felt her unlock the
ankle cuffs and remove them. She helped me to then
stand.
She walked around behind me and unlocked the small
lock on the back of the hood. Once the collar was
free, she untied the laces and loosen them. She
carefully pulled the hood off. I squinted in the
bright lights. I was soaking wet from sweat. She
removed the ear plugs and then pulled the duct tape off
my lips and chin. She then slowly pulled out the wet
panties. I had definitely got my fun out of those.
The black loop of tape was last. I breathed deeply.
Next to having my mouth stuffed with wet panties and
tightly taped shut, the feeling of relief I get when
they get removed is almost as good.
Miko then finished unbuckling the straitjacket,
releasing the wrist straps, then unbuckling the crotch
strap. The plug in my pussy slipped out due the
wetness. Both Miko and I laughed. Miko held the
straitjacket open and allowed me to remove my arms. I
reached under my crotch and carefully removed the butt
plug. It too was dropped to the floor. I would clean
up the mess in a minute. I needed a shower and to use
the bathroom now! The wine was going right though me.
Having to pee and being in bondage can really make the
time go by very slowly. I picked up the plugs and
headed to the shower. I told Miko I'd be back in a few
minutes. Miko said sure, take my time but don't forget
to take my boots off. I almost forget. I laughed and
sat on the bar stool and removed the boots. Miko just
smiled, lit a cigarette and sat on the couch. I watched
as she pulled her booted legs under her. I then turned
and disappeared into the bathroom to a much needed
shower. Two more scenes to go I thought with the
strappado being next on the list. Being restrained
with the single glove was also one of my favorite
pastimes. I could hardly wait.
CHAPTER SIXTY
Once I finished with the shower, I returned to the
living room. Miko was still sitting on the couch but
next to her was my black single glove, my 18" spreader
bar, and my ball gag. It seems that she had already
looked ahead to the next scene and got the restraints
ready. She was admiring the single glove and its
construction. Yes, it was very secure I told her.
I walked over to the clothes bag and pulled out a
pair of black seamed stocking, black garter belt, and a
pair of black g-string panties. I also picked up my
black patent opera pumps. These had six inch stiletto
heels and made standing and walking a challenge. They
were great foot bondage devices which was exactly why I
choose to wear them. Hobbled in very high heels is
almost at good at tying the ankles tightly together.
I returned to the end of the couch next to Miko
and set my stuff down. I hooked the garter belt around
my waist, straightening the garters as I went. I sat
down and carefully pulled the stockings on ensuring the
seams were straight and down the middle of the back of
my legs. I attached the stockings to the four garters,
two for each leg. Miko watched patiently sipping on
her wine then got up and went to the bathroom. I then
slipped on the pumps followed by the panties. Miko
quickly return and sat down next to me and we went over
the next scene again.
When that was finished I watched as Miko went over
and started moving the small step ladder back to the
middle of the room. She picked up a long rope, stepped
up on the ladder and threaded it through the hook in
the ceiling. I smiled. I knew what that was for.
Miko came over and we again discussed a few more
of the details. I did ask her about the three swats on
the ass I received during my last bondage position. I
was right. Jennifer had left word to make it "fun." I
was beginning to wonder what else Jennifer had planned
for Miko to try that night.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Miko asked if I were ready to go. I just smiled
and walked over to the single glove and picked it up.
I carefully unbuckled and unzipped the glove about half
way down to afford easier access. On impulse, I walked
back over to my bag of restraints and pulled out a nine
inch long, one inch wide, leather strap. I handed the
strap to Miko and asked her strap my wrists together
palm to palm before I was zipped into the glove. Miko
just shook her and with a smile, took the strap and
turned me around. I placed my wrists behind me palm to
palm and Miko did the honors, tightly strapping them
together. She then turned and picked up the single
glove and held it open behind me. I lifted my arms
slightly and she began to pull the soft leather glove
up my arms. When the leather was above my elbows, and
my fingers were touching the bottom of the glove, she
began to zip the glove shut. Miko carefully pulled my
elbows together as the zipper moved up. Finally the
zipper reached the top. My elbows were now very close
together.
At the top of the glove was a small strap that she
buckled by first threading it through the hasp in the
zipper. She then buckled the strap in its keeper.
With the zipper secured this way, it would not slip
down and the leather strap helped to remove the tension
from the zipper.
Also, attached to the top of the glove on both
sides were two long black leather straps with several
holes drilled along each length of leather. The left
strap was pulled under my left arm up and above my left
breast across my chest and pulled over my right
shoulder. It was buckled to the top of the glove on
the right side. The same procedure was followed for
the right strap. The glove was now help up by these
straps that criss-crossed above my breasts. This
prevented the glove from slipping down my arms. The
final restraint attached to the glove was a two-inch
wide leather strap that was tightly buckled around my
wrists on the outside of the glove. This strap had a
hasp buckled and Miko locked this strap in place with a
small lock. I always did enjoy this glove. This glove
forced my elbows together and caused my breasts to
stick out, but what was nice about the glove was the
tension of the arms was spread out up and down the arms
and not just concentrated on the wrists and elbows. I
could actually wear this type of bondage longer than
with very tight ropes.
Miko walked over to the restraint bag and removed
a set of leather shoe cuffs and a two inch locking
collar. The shoe cuffs were a special design made up
of a regular leather ankle cuff but had an extra half
inch strap that was riveted 90 degrees to the ankle
cuff. Miko came back over to me and knelt down and
attached a cuff to each ankle, she then drew the shoe
cuff down under the heel of my pump and back up to the
other side of the cuff. Both were fed through the
hasp. The other ankle followed in the same manner.
She did not lock the cuffs as of yet as I still have a
few more items to go yet and I did not want the
spreader bar between my ankles as of yet. Standing the
my legs spread and these high heels would have been
difficult. Miko then stood up and next locked the
collar around my neck, again using one of the small
padlocks. This collar had a large D-ring attached to
the front which would be used later.
Miko picked up the red ball gag and I carefully
followed her on my high heels to the center of the
room. I turned and placed my back to the rope that was
threaded through the hook in the ceiling. Miko
attached one end of the rope to the large D-ring that
was a part of the single glove attached at the finger
tips.
Miko next walked back to the couch and picked up
the spreader bar and returned to me. She bent down and
locked one end of the bar to my right ankle. She then
carefully had me spread my legs and then proceeded to
lock the left ankle to the other end of the spreader
bar. With the ankle cuffs and shoe cuffs locked on, I
couldn't remove my shoes. Foot bondage at its best I
thought to myself.
Miko stepped back and looked around. She asked if
I were ready to continue. Yes, gag away I told her.
Miko stepped forward and carefully inserted the red
ball into my waiting mouth. She firmly lodged the ball
safely behind my teeth. She then drew the black straps
around my head and buckled the gag tightly at the nape
of the neck, taking care to move my hair out of the
way. Out of nowhere came a hand that started to tickle
my sides. I laughed but was unable to move away due to
the spreader bar and the height of the heels. Miko
just laughed. Jennifer must have told her I was
ticklish, especially under the arms and on the rib
cage. She stopped and promised not to take to much
advantage of my helplessness.
Miko stepped up to the rope and slowly began to
pull. As she did, my gloved arms were slowly drawn
toward the ceiling and my upper body was bent forward.
She continued to pull until my body was at a 90-degree
angle and my gloved arms were straight up and down.
She then tied the rope off several feet about my
wrists, no chance for escape.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
This position was very stringent and left a girl
open too almost anything. My rear end was fully
exposed as was my pussy and inner thighs due to the
spread of the legs. My breasts hung down and the
nipples were pointed at the floor. A sight of shear
vulnerability was the picture that entered my mind. I
especially like this position and Jennifer seems to
prefer this one when I tie her up. I'm not sure why
she likes it so much, but I do get the chance to really
tease her when she tied like this. If I don't use the
single glove, I'd just use lots of rope. Jennifer is
also very flexible and she can get her elbows together
behind her. She looks very good in the high heels and
strappado.
Miko picked up her camera and started to take
photos. She walked all around having me pose with my
head in various angles for effect. Video followed the
still photos. She made sure that she got the close ups
on my face as I started to drool around the ball gag.
Miko set the camera down and rummaged through my
restraint bag once again. She came up with my leather
blindfold and a long leather leash. She walked over
and buckled the blindfold tightly over my eyes. This
blindfold was a wide strip of very thin leather that
had a triangle cut out for the nose to protrude
through. When the blindfold was in place and buckled,
no light penetrated the leather and since it was so
thin, it molded to my face. I was now sightless.
I felt her then clip the leash to my collar then
wrap the other end over my spreader bar several time.
She pulled slowly until I couldn't bend down any
further. She then tied the leash in place. So far so
good. I couldn't raise up or move down. More photos
followed of the tighter bondage.
As she was taking photos, I was getting the feel
of my restraints. Tight and very secure. My arms were
pulled high over my head and my shoulders were
beginning their dull ache. My feet were getting sore
due to the height of the heels but I couldn't remove
them due to the shoe locks. Not bad I thought, bondage
at its best.
Suddenly, I heard a buzzing or humming noise. Ah,
Miko was going to play with my vibrator. But no. The
humming stopped. I felt a cool hand on my right
breast. It gently rubbed my nipple, bringing it to
full attention. Then I felt her pull the nipple
slightly, followed by the sharp biting sensation of a
nipple clamp. This clamp was slightly more weighted
than my normal clamps. The left breast and nipple were
next. As I moved, the clamps would swing back and
forth increasing the attention paid to the nipples. I
could not stop the movement. I could only moan into my
gag. I could also feel that my inner thighs were
becoming moist.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Miko walked around behind me and tied a rope
around my waist looping it several times about my body.
She then pulled the rope from under my waist through my
legs carefully burying the rope deep in my crotch
taking care to spread my labia to ensure the rope hit
the most sensitive spots. Again, she then quickly
removed the rope and added several knots. Miko then
replaced the rope ensuring the knots were in their
correct places. They were. The end of the rope was
then fed up to the D-ring on my single glove and tied
off tightly. Now any movement by my arms was instantly
felt on my pussy. Miko walked away. Not a sound could
be heard.
Suddenly, the nipple clamps started to vibrate.
What a strange feeling. The bite of the clamps had
dulled somewhat but now was increasing again. Along
with the bite was the stimulation. I moved my body in
response causing the clamps to swing and the crotch
rope to be pulled tighter. I was in heaven. Miko was
once again taking photos. I was lost in my bondage.
Many times while I was in this position, Jennifer would
use my chastity belt and plugs to keep me on the edge
of orgasm for hours. The vibrating clamps were new,
and I enjoyed them. Now I wished for a vibrator in
other places. I would have to use these clamps for my
own self-bondage fun in the future.
I could feel my sexual urge starting to grow. I
was also drooling but couldn't stop it. The clamps on
my nipples stopped vibrating. I moaned. Another swat
to the ass. Then more vibrating. I pulled on the
crotch rope. I was getting close. Suddenly, no more
vibrating and Miko cut the rope leading to my crotch.
The pressure was gone. Damm! Foiled again.
The bondage scene was over, for now. Miko
released the clip on the leash that was attached to the
collar. She also removed all the crotch ropes. I felt
her reach up and untie the rope attached to the
ceiling. She slowly lowered my arms. I was now able
to stand up straight. Miko over walked behind me and
unbuckled the gag. The ball came out with a pop. She
used her hand to wipe off the drool, the hazards of
such a position. I asked her if the spanking and
clamps were also one of Jennifer's little tricks for
her to pull on me. Miko just laughed and this time
said no, it was her idea.
Miko unlocked the small locks on my ankle and shoe
cuffs and removed the spreader bar. She then removed
the blindfold. I looked down and saw the nipple clamps
still attached to me nipples. Attached to the clamps
was a small egg vibrator. The two small eggs were
attached with a long wire that led to the control box
that Miko was now holding. She smiled and turned the
control back on. The vibrations started again in my
nipples. The feeling was wonderful, my eyes rolled.
She stopped the control box and walked up and carefully
removed the clamps. Yes, of course they hurt more when
they come off. Miko gently massaged each nipple to get
the blood flowing. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed.
Miko then walked behind me and started to unstrap
the single glove. She unlocked the wrist strap,
followed by unbuckling the shoulder straps, she then
she unbuckled the zipper keeper and unzipped the glove
and removed it. She leaned over and picked up the
restraints from the floor and put then back into the
bag. I was still bound at the wrists with the leather
strap. Miko turned and laughed. Sorry she said,
smiling. I walked over to her and she unbuckled the
wrist strap. I was now free. I looked at the clock.
11:00 p.m. with one more scene to go. I was tired. I
didn't know bondage modeling could be so rough.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
I walked over to get a drink of water while Miko
changed her film. I also noticed that she was putting
a new video cassette tape in the video camera. I
didn't realize that she had shot over two hours of
video. It would be some video to watch.
After the drink, I returned to the restraint bag
and begin to pull out the items that I wanted to use
for my last scene. This would be my favorite as I had
planned to conduct a full self-bondage scene for the
camera.
I picked up several long leather straps, my head
harness ball gag, the thin leather blindfold, a set of
handcuffs, a set of thumbcuffs and a set of keys. I
also picked up my leather chastity belt, my locking
collar and a couple of small locks. I walked over and
placed all this material in a small pile in the middle
of the room. Miko had moved a small stool next to the
pile of material. She then sat on the stool with her
camera ready for me to begin.