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From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin)
Subject: New Jvstin Story: The Bondage Subject's Tale

""The Bondage Subject's Tale"

A Story by Jvstin

Direct all feedback to jvstin@admin.con2.com

Freely distributable as long as credit is given.

Dedicated to Tigress.
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"So, would you like for me to tie you up, Robert?"

I sat on the stool in Madeline's kitchen, regarding my hostess.  Although
this was not exactly the 
kind of typical conversation gambit one might expect from my almost-middle
aged friend, I had learned by now that she did not treat such things as a
game.  So, neither would I.

 "I'll do it."  I replied, as she continued to play idly with the three
ply nylon rope that had prompted her question in the first place.  As she
directed me to put my hands behind the back of the backed stool I was
sitting on, I thought on how exactly I had wound up in her kitchen, about
to be casually tied up then and there, like a bizarre Home Depot
demonstration.

 Madeline and I had finally made plans to meet, at Boston's Natural
History museum.  When people who have talked only via the soi disant
Internet meet in real time, it is a scary and often confusing event, even
relatively inncocous meetings.  We both lived in suburbs of the city, I to
the north in Revere, Madeline hailed from Braintree.  Since I was a
museum-head, I suggested the Natural History museum as a place to greet
and meet, figuring it would be less crowded than the Revolutionary War
sites so packed with tourists on spring days like these.
  Which is not to say, all things considered, that I did not flirt with
her while we walked around the museum, even though I was more than a
couple years her junior.  However, it was not quite in the manner you
would expect.  Or maybe you would, considering Madeline's interest in
tying me up.  You see, Madeline is a Domme.
 Indeed, but not an ordinary one, I thought, as my hands were now firmly
tied behind my back and Madeline made sure I was comfortable before
presenting yet another length of rope and telling me of her intentions of
tying my ankles together next.  To most people familiar with the word,
Domme, or the more familiar Dominatrix, conjures images of leather clad
amazons, cracking whips ferociously at their hapless slave.  While
Madeline indeed owned quite a nice pair of thigh high boots, as well as a
couple of implements, I had learned long ago, online, that her interests
were more in the power exchange of submission rather than simply being a
sadist.
 "Having a man, or a woman, tied to my bed begging and pleading with me to
stop tickling them or to let them climax is a hundred times sexier than
turning their bottoms red, Robert."  Madeline had explained to me once,
while chatting online.  As I said, this is not quite the pre-conceived
notion one has of someone who is into bondage, but it made for flirting
with her in real life much easier. I could almost sense the rising hunger
in her eyes when, while looking at a case of Protoceratops fossils,  I
went to my knees, turned to look at her, and then lowered my eyes.  

 It was a first time real life meeting, though, so nothing actually came
of it...she didn't kiss me, or do anything, really while I knelt or after
I stood up.  However, I think it resulted in her tendering an offer to
visit her home, ostensibly to play Magic and to pick up a dubbed
videocassette from a laser disc she had made for me of the widescreen
version of 2001.  I eagerly accepted, not expecting really, to be, several
hours after arriving in her home, to have my hands and now my ankles
bound, making myself rather tied up, pun intended.
 "Would you like a drink, Robert?" Madeline asked, noting my glass of 7-Up
was just a teensy bit out of reach. I eagerly nodded.
 "You can ask better than THAT." Madeline said, teasing, her eyes brightly
upon me.
 "Can I please have a drink Lady Madeline."  I figured using a title was a
good touch. 
 "Yes you may, Robert."  She then took the glass into her hand, and took a
long sip but did not swallow. I didn't quite realize what she was going to
do until she leaned into me and pressed her lips into mine, forcing the
soda from her mouth into mine.  I gasped a bit as I tried to take in the
fluid from her mouth.  She released my mouth when done, and smiled.
 "Do you want some more?"  The intensity of the experience had convinced
me to lay off it for a bit, so I shook my head.  "No, milady Madeline.  I
am fine."  This illicited a smile from her.

 "I'll be right back Robert.  Don't go anywhere!"  With a laugh she left
the kitchen, and left me to my own devices.  As I sat there, tied up
rather literally, I thought about our online interactions that had
ultimately lead to us making plans to meet.

 I had been wandering channels on IRC, Internet Relay Chat.  For the
uninitiated, let me say it essentially the Internet-wide analogous system
to the infamous Aol "chat rooms" you sometimes hear about on the news. 
However, it is more complex, flexible, and varied.  I had been using it
for several months, and even had what are cutely called net.relationships
on them.  
 One such relationship had gotten me interested in Dominance and
submission.  Although she no longer was with me, and indeed had for
various reasons left the Internet altogether, she had gotten me interested
enough to occasionally explore the channels, as the chat rooms are called,
relating to it.
  I had found a couple of comfortable channels as of late, channels where
people could just talk and be friends instead of the more uncivilized
notion you might have of continual and never ceasing "being on".  In other
words, a submissive, or sub, could feel free to just come in the room and
talk with the subs, Dom/mes or switches as regular people.  Get to know
them.  Of course if a D/s couple came in, they generally stayed in that
mode, but free subs, and Free Dom/mes were not obliged to keep the mask
on, so to speak.
 So the channels I preferred to talk in were like that.  I am a switch,
which means I like both sides of the power equation, although I confess I
lean toward the sub side a lot more.  It came rather naturally to me. 
Anyway, the key to getting to know a sub or a Dom/me when you are the
either is to be NOT PUSHY.  I had seen hundreds of sub males come in
during the course of a month and annoy the Female ( and occasionally Male)
Dominants.  
 Speaking of Female Dominants, there was of course Madeline.  As is the
usual custom on IRC, nicknames were the rule.  My nickname was rather dull
by most standards, but metellius was rather unique.  I had never seen it
elsewhere.  Madeline, on the other hand, had the feline nickname
Golden_Lioness.  Usually shortened to GL, and Lady GL if you were
addressing her AS a sub.
 Which I found myself doing one day.  It was a rather dull rainy
afternoon.  The whole East coast was like that, so the channel was rather
crowded and no one was saying much.  I had occasionally chatted with
Madeline the last few weeks, so I decided to break the boredom.

   >>metellius goes over and kneels before Golden_Lioness
   >>"Can I get you a drink, Lady GL?"
  
 I wasn't really anxious, I don't think, thinking about it again as I
awaited my hostess' return, wondering what WAS she doing.  

  >>Golden_Lioness smiles down at metellius
  >>"A cup of coffee...extra light and extra sweet."

 And so I was commanded.  I tend to like detail, so instead of a boring
"metellius brings back a cup of coffee for Golden_Lioness" I went into
more flowery detail.  I learned soon after, chatting with Madeline that it
was one of the things that impressed her about me.

 >>metellius enters the kitchen and opens the cabinet, choosing a cream
colored coffee mug.  As the coffee brews, he takes out the milk and sugar.
 

>>Golden_Lioness watches metellius, a smile on her face as he busies
himself

Encouraged, I continued.

>>metellius sees the coffee is ready and pours a draught into the cup,
leaving plenty of room for the milk and sugar which soon follow it. 
Mixing it with a spoon, and adding a stirrer, he takes the
cup and brings it back into the main room, kneeling before Golden_Lioness
and offering her
the cup

>>Golden_Lioness takes a sip of the coffee.  "Very good metellius, thank
you.  Kneel here by my
feet.
>>Golden_Lioness smiles down at the obedient one.

Sure I thought, as Madeline came back in with a riding crop, it was a
small thing, and it may seem silly, but it slowly grew and I gained more
net.privileges in serving Madeline.  People in the channels soon expected
me to serve her...and serve her I did.  Over time, I went from making her
coffee to all sorts of ways to please her...and chills went down my spine
in delight each time she would put me to a new use in the channel.  She
once had me act as a footstool, a position I delightfully ran in my head
over and over again for days afterwards.  She loved putting me in bondage,
and it was one day, when she had tied me up good, that we fell to talking
about museums, and the possibility of us meeting to visit one together. 
Which of course led eventually to this.

 
"This is a riding crop, Robert."  Madeline's voice came, breaking me out
of my reverie.  She patted it gently against her hand.  "I've made your
bottom a little pink online with it, haven't I?"
 "Yes Lady Madeline."  I said truthfully and dutifully.
 "Next time you come here, perhaps, I'll have you strip when you come into
my house, so you can feel this properly.  In the meantime."
 She lifted the light shirt I was wearing.  Of course she couldn't remove
it, thanks to my bound arms, but my entire chest from nipples to
bellybutton was exposed.
 Without a word but with a smile, she began tapping my stomach with it,
just gentle tapping, all around.  It felt different, and of course I
couldn't move, couldn't get out of the path of the odd sensation.
 Madeline got a gleam in her eye, and then began tapping the right nipple.
Softly at first, and then with palpable pressure.  I began to moan, and
twist my head slightly.  It felt undeniably good and I could feel my
manhood starting to rise.
I have always had sensitive nipples, and I had mentioned it to her in
channel once.  She reacted to the news the next night in channel by
producing a set of nipple clamps, 
  fastening them to a ring on a collar around my neck.  I winced as I
imagined it...If I moved my head much, it would pull on the clamps.  So,
much to the delight of the audience in the channel, she found different
ways to get me to move my head...having me get up at her whim and change
the Cd player...fix her coffee, and in one particularly charged moment,
pulled my hair back and kissed me.  Hair pulling, both as a switch and a
dominant is a big turn on for me, so I felt rapturous to imagine the
channel events...nipple and hair play in one action.

 Madeline licked her lips and looked at me.  I could swear she was reading
my mind, because she stopped the tapping, set down the riding crop and
took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  She then began to kiss
me, almost prying my lips apart to dart her tongue between.  As if this
was not enough, I felt more and more pressure on that nipple as she surely
and consciously began to squeeze it, harder and harder.  I moaned loudly
as I could into her waiting mouth, my submission to her turning her on as
well.  Finally, she released my mouth and nipple, but not the latter
before a sudden last twist.  She soon had my shirt back in position.
  "Did you enjoy that Robert?"  Madeline asked as she went behind me, and
expertly freed my hands.  "Yes, Lady Madeline.  It was a new experience
for me."
 "Good."  She finally said, as my limbs were freed and I stood up, noting
the clock on the wall that had cursed me and her with the knowledge that
it was almost time for me to return home.
 "I think you can repay me, can't you pet?"  She began dangling her shoes
off of her right foot, as she sat on the counter  and regarded me.  I got
the cue and removed the shoe gently before taking the largest toe and
kissing it.  
 I knew Madeline liked foot worship, in addition to her other fetishes.  I
had not had much experience in it, although a friend of mine at work had a
strong attraction to them, much to the teasing of our coworkers.  So it
was a rather inexpert kiss. My Hostess didn't seem to mind.

 "Next time Robert, "she said as I replaced the shoe and she lead me to
the door to go home.
 "I'm sure you will lavish much more attention on my feet...perhaps I will
get a pedicure between now and then.  My pet would like to worship my
feet, wouldn't you?"  I nodded with a smile and a wave as I left her
house.  I talked to Madeline online the next night, and she has  asked me
to visit her house next Wednesday.  She has promised to continue my
real-life "training."

 I can hardly wait.

The end.



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