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For those who enjoy a bit of friendly bondage between friends.  all others,
and those under 19 1/2,  please don't even think of reading this.........
                    



                            Dan's Birthday


 Dan's birthday was tomorrow and I had to come up with some sort of gift, but
my finances just weren't cooperating.  Since I really didn't have any money
to spare, I offered my self for a day to do "anything", with sitting through
a baseball game or car race in mind.  Dan responded favorably and told me
that he would take care of the details.
 "Just check your mailbox in the morning, Tina, and I'll do the rest."
 I ran so many scenarios through my mind that I had trouble getting to sleep
that night.  What did he have in mind?  Just what would he drop into the
mailbox?  Surely I'd hear something drop into the mail slot, and get some
idea!  I finally faded off for a restless six hours of sleep, never having
figured out what Dan was up to.  It was about eight-thirty when I awoke.  I
laid in bed for a while shaking out the cobwebs then suddenly the mailbox
popped into my mind.  Jumping out of the sack I ran downstairs to see an
envelope sitting on the floor just below the slot.  Written on the envelope
was simply, "Open at 10AM".
 Nearly trembling with anticipation, I picked it up and held it to the light
trying to get an idea of what it contained.  I could open it now.  How would
he know?  Well, somehow I managed to overcome my curiousity and obey the
instructions.  I showered, and got a bit of breakfast, staring at the
envelope as I sipped my coffee.  It seemed as though the clock had slowed to
nearly a stop, but it finally inched it's way to the appointed time.  It was
ten!  I ripped open the sleve and read the enclosed note.

 "Good morning, Tina.  Enclosed it a key which will open a door behind the
building at 153 Elgin Street.  Go into the building and enter the third door
on your right side.  Open locker number 12.  Further instructions will be
waiting."
 
 With no idea what was awaiting, I placed the key in my pocket, gathered my
things, then hopped into the car.  Elgin Street was in an old industrial part
of town, and I couldn't imagine what Dan had in mind, but I would simply
follow my  instructions.  Twenty minutes later I was stopped in front of a
deserted old brick building.  I got out of the car and looked around.  The
area was void of anyone except a few pigeons and the building looked as
though it had been locked up for months.  I walked down the side of the
building, past a row of loading docks and then turned the corner to the back
of the structure.  About twenty feet down was a door held closed with a
sturdy padlock.  
 I took the key from my pocket, and wioth fingers trembling with
anticipation, slipped it into the lock, and turned.  The lock popped open now
giving me access to the building.  I turned the knob and pressed the heavy
wooden door.  Creaking, as if a prop for some old  monster movie, the hinges
gave way to my effort.  I looked around then stepped inside, closed the door
behind me, and set the lock on a nearby shelf.
 I had entered an through what must have been office area with doors along
the passageway.  The morning light peered in through a few dusty windows, the
slender rays yielding just enough light to get about.  Quietly I stepped down
the hall until I arrived in front of the third doorway.  I looked about, then
opened the door.  In the dim shafts of light I could make out that this must
have been some sort of dressing room for the workers and still full of
lockers.  Looking about I soon found number 12.  A open combination lock hung
on the handle and banged against the metal as I opened the door.  Every sound
was amplified in the silence of the abandoned place.  Just as Dan had said,
there was a note waiting.
  
 "Welcome to my birthday party, Tina.  Take off all your clothes (yes,
everything) and place them in this locker.  Then lock the door with the
padlock, and continue on down the hallway into the warehouse.  You'll find
another note at the top of the spiral staircase."
  
 Dan had certainly come up with some plan!  I can't say that I felt that
comfortable stripping and then locking my clothes away in this old place, but
I decided to trust Dan and comply with his wishes.  I kicked off my shoes and
slipped them into the locker then slipped my jeans off.  I nervously peered
around behind the lockers before unbuttoning my blouse and taking it off.
 Clad in my bra and panties I considered that Dan would accept this, but
remembered that my promise was to do "anything".  I unfastened my bra, bared
my breasts, and tossed the skimpy garment  into the locker.  With a final
burst of courage I slid my panties off and placed them atop my other clothes.
 There I was buck naked and was about to lock away my clothes, wallet, and
car keys.  I took one more peek around then closed the metal door and clicked
the padlock into place.  The deed was done. Carefully I open the door to the
hallway, and meekly stepped forth from the locker room, the cool cement floor
beneath my bare feet.  Gingerly I stepped down the passage until I reached a
door through which I could see the empty warehouse.  Through the door I
ventured, feeling self conscious as hell and sure that I was now being
observed by everyone on earth.  In the dim light I began to look for the
spiral staircase.  Finally in the opposite corner of the cavernous room I saw
it, a steel staircase which led from the loft above to the basement below.
 Carefully I crossed the floor to the staircase and as prescribed, there was
another note.  
 
 "Go to the bottom of the staircase.  You will find a blindfold, leg cuffs
and handcuffs.  Lock the cuffs on your ankles, feed the handcuffs through the
chain, then lock your hands behind your back, and wait.  Oh, and don't forget
that blindfold."
 
 I doubted my sanity for doing this as my bare feet made their way down the
cold iron steps.  Barely able to see when I reached the bottom, I found the
cuffs and blindfold.  All I could think was, "I trust Dan, I trust Dan" as I
placed the cuffs around my ankles and latched them closed.  I then kneeled on
the cold cement floor and attached the cuffs to one wrist, then put the
 heavy blindfold on before intertwining the cuffs and latching the other
around my wrist.  I was now Dan's prisoner for whatever he had in mind.
 I tried in vain to find a comfortable position on the chilling concrete as I
considered my fate if Dan didn't show up.  There was now way that I could
make it up the spiral staircase cuffed as I was, and my best fate would be
being found by some industrial real estate agent, if I was LUCKY.  I don't
know how long I sat there, naked and chained, with my mind running wild.  The
longer I sat, the worse my thoughts touched on things like starving to death
or being eaten by rats until I finally heard footsteps above.  Finally the
steps were making there way down the staircase.  Relieved,  I waited for
Dan's voice
 "What have we here sitting all naked and cuffed up."
 I tried to squirm and cover myself, but there isn't much you can do,
shackled as I was.  
 "OK, Dan, enough's enough.  Let me loose!"
 I had barely gotten the words out when the gag was stuffed into my mouth.  I
can't say that I was, at all, liking the cock gag that was forced between  my
lips, but I didn't have much to say about it at this point.   
 "Gotta get this gift decorated," He said in a sing-song voice as he collaed
me then wrapped leather cuffs around my wrists and buckled them into place.
 Next was a collar was looped around my neck and locked.  Blindfolded,
gagged, and shackled as I was, there was nothing I could do as leather cuffs
were placed on my ankles.  I was certainly being prepared for something, but
what?  He released one of the shackles from my ankles and linked it to
something nearby, most likely the staircase railings.  
 "That's so you don't get any ideas about escape while I change things around
a bit here.  Now stand up and spread your legs."
 I struggled to my feet, feeling a bit stiff after the time I had spent in
bondage, and spread my legs as ordered.  
 "You do have a nice tits," observed my captor as he grabbed my breasts.  The
touch of his hands brought my nipples to immediate attention.  I felt my
wrists being released from the handcuffs, then the leather cuffs were linked
behind me.  My ankles were released from the shackles and I soon felt a tug
on my collar.
 "Come along slave, we have a party to go to!"
 I couldn't imagine where I was being taken as he led me through the
building, my only clues coming from a few sounds, and the feel of the floor
on my bare feet.  I heard a door open then I was led into an area with what
seemed to be a wooden floor.  To my shock and dismay, as we entered the room
there was a brief round of applause from what seemed to be three or four
people.
 "See, I told you all that I could wrap this birthday gift by myself.  Now
someone get the video camera going.  I don't want to miss any of this."
 I grunted in protest, but the next thing I heard was Dan, whispering into my
ear.
 "Thanks for being my birthday present, Tina.  Hope you don't mind that I
invited few friends.  Ya know, I just never realized that you'd look so nice
all wrapped up like this."

 "OK, everyone, each of you received a small party favor which you can now
open.  You'll find, inside, a small slip of paper with a brief description of
what you get to do with my present."
 I'm sure if I weren't blindfolded you could have seen my eyes pop out when I
heard that.  It certainly seemed that Dan was going to allow each of her
guests have their fun at my expense.  I could hear rustling of paper and a
bit of twittering as the guests opened the packages.
 "OK, who's first?
 "My card says 'whipping', can I start?
 "Sounds just fine.  Let's get her in position."
 I wanted to protest, but a quick tug on the collar and I was on my way to a
whipping.......mine.  Once again I felt the cold concrete under my feet as
the little troupe led me away.  Carefully I was led up the stairway,
apparently, into the large warehouse that I had passed through as I entered.
 We stopped in what must have been the center of the cavernous room.   My
wrists were moved around in front of me and attached to a chain that led
aloft.  Suddenly I heard the whirring of a large motor as the chain was
pulled upward with me attached.  In a few seconds I was nearly hanging by my
wrists, stretched and ready for a whipping.  My ankles were then pulled
apart, spreading my legs wide apart.
 "She's all yours!  Remember, don't tell her how many strokes."
 Before I could take all this in the first stroke stung across my back,
bringing applause from the group.  Another followed then several more to the
same area.  Then the whip wrapped around my ribs and caught my chest, on
which she concentrated for ten more strokes.   This woman was certainly
proficient with the whip, I considered, as the next stroke striped my exposed
ass.  I twisted every which way trying to avoid the lash, but they seemed to
come from every side, and there was no avoiding the cat.  The whipping
concluded with about twenty strokes to my ass and thighs, several coming far
to close to my pussy.  When the tension was taken from my wrists, I slumped
to the floor in a aching perspiring lump.
 "I hope we got that all on the video.  She squirmed and twisted so nicely.
 Who's next," chirped Dan?
 I couldn't believe that I would have to perform some duty for each of these
guests before the day ended, each to be videotaped, but that certainly seemed
the case as the next voice piped up.
 "Dan, I just got these clamps in my package?"
 "Ahhh, the booby prize.  You get to put the nipple clamps on her, but look
at the bright side;  she will have to wear them for the rest of the day.
 My wrists were soon bound behind my back clearing the way for my new
tormentor to affix the clamps to my nipples.  He took firm hold of my left
tit, and slipped the clamp into place, tightening it beyond necessity.  As I
grimaced at the sensation, she took hold of the other and attached it in a
like manner.
 "Well, not much of a project, but they won't come off."
 From my side I had to agree with her as the dull pain began to sink in.
 "So, who's next?
 "Dan, my note says, "foot service".  What's that?"
 "Well, I was thinking that you might have her lick your feet and suck you
toes.  I'm sure she'll give you a lovely massage."
 I wasn't too wild about this idea either, but at least they'd have to take
the gag from my mouth, and that alone would be big treat.  Pulled to my feet
by, I was taken to another part of the building where I was placed in a
kneeling position on the floor where my wrists and ankles were chained
together behind my back.  
 "I'm going to remove this gag, slave.  Not a word or we'll start the day
from the beginning with the whipping.  Do you understand?"
 I nodded in agreement and the offensive shaft was slipped from my mouth.  My
new mistress then spoke up.
 "Slave, move about two feet forward and bend over."
 I inched forward until I was stopped by a bare foot placed against my chest
at which point I leaned forward in submission.
 "You can start by kissing my feet, slave, then you can suck my toes."
 I could hear the quiet twittering of the others as I began to gently kiss
the feet of my current mistress.  I could only hope that the video camera
wasn't rolling as I took her toes into my mouth and sucked them, one by one.
 The humiliation was prolonged as I was required to give each toe several
minutes of attention, then an easy shove from her foot and I was pushed over
onto the floor laying on my side.
 "It should be easier to lick the bottoms of my feet from that angle, slave."
 I almost piped up with a nasty retort, but I considered enduring another
whipping, then quietly set about my task of licking her feet.  I was
beginning to feel that she was really getting into her role a bit too much
when she began to play with my pussy with her other foot.  now aroused even
more, I completed my task and was finally released to the next guest.
 "Well, Dan, my party favor must have been the real prize!  Do I really get
to have her to lick my pussy til I come?"
 "She's all yours, and the camera will be rolling the whole time."
 I was again lifted to my knees and placed in front of my latest mistress.
 "If you only didn't have that blindfold, slave, you could see my lovely body
spread out in front of you.  I'm so turned on by watching you all afternoon.
 But, since you can't see, just crawl forward til I stop you, then lean
forward til you feel my pussy hair in your face."
 As ordered, I moved forward, soon taking in the musky scent of her cunt,
then leaned forward almost immediately contacting the soft hair between her
thighs.  I gently kissed her mound, then extended my tongue, softly probing
for her moist slit.  I can't say that I wasn't enjoying this part, but it
wasn't really the circumstance that I would have planned.  Deeper and deeper
I pressed my tongue into her pulsing cunt, each advance cueing a soft sigh.
 Finally zeroing in on her excited clit I continued my attack, sucking,
nibbling, massaging until her hips began to rock in rhythm to my advances and
her soft sighs became strong moans.  She placed her legs over my shoulders
and pulled me closer only moments before her orgasm arrived, her body
shuddering with pleasure.  It was some time before I felt her muscles finally
relax and she released me from service.
 After a brief rest, I was lifted to my feet and guided to the next location,
wondering what was in store for me.  Working as a team, the partygoers soon
had me bound, spread eagled, on the floor.  As one pair of hands began to
softly stroke my breasts another started work on my thighs.  It wasn't long
before my  a third set of soft hands began to gently stroke my cunt.  I took
a deep pleasurable breath as a warm moist tongue began to tease my slit.  It
was unmistakably Dan.    
 "I've save the best for myself, Tina."
 With that I felt him straddle me and slip his cock into my damp tunnel.  I
strained at my bindings as his hips began to gently rock as his stiff member
massaged my clit.  What happened was even less expected.  Another of the
group straddled my face, and pressed her wet pussy to my lips.  I was to
service two at once.  I pressed my tongue into her slit as Dan continued to
pump my pussy.  It was sensory overload!  The two of them laughed and
discussed how they could come together, and told me that If I came too soon,
it would be back to the whipping post.  The way I felt by now, It seemed
almost a sure ticket to another flogging, but I managed somehow hold off and
not come until Dan and the girl gave me the order.  I climaxed just as Dan
released his warm load into me and my tongue brought release to the lovely
clit above my face.  The three of us fell limp on the floor, victims of
lovely pleasure.  
 I was finally released from the spread eagled position and refastened in the
original leg and handcuffs, sitting on the floor, apparently where I had
began the day.  I could only hear the champagne cork pop and the bubbly pour
forth.  I sat shackled throughout the remainder of the celebration.  The
festivities eventually wound down and I heard the group leave.  Dan kissed me
and whispered in my ear.
 "You were a lovely birthday present.  I'm leaving but I've arranged for your
release.  I'm going home to watch the videotape!'
 A minute later I heard the door close and I was again alone, naked, and
shackled in the middle of an abandoned warehouse.  All the thoughts of
starvation and/or being discovered by a real estate agent had passed through
my mind when I heard what seemed to be Dan's's voice.
 "Hi, Tina," The voice said, "I recorded this tape to tell you how to get
free.  The keys to the cuffs are on the first step of the staircase, and the
combination to the locker is twelve, seven, twenty."
 It was a clever way for him to make her exit.  I fumbled around and finally
found the keys and a minute later I was unlocking myself.  I removed the
blindfold, gathered up the cuffs and recorder, and moved cautiously up the
stairway.  I made my across the cavernous building and into the passageway to
the locker room.  Anxiously I turned the combination and pulled the handle.
 Opening the door, I found my all clothes had been replaced with a only a
pair of cutoffs, a tanktop and note.  
 "This will be more than you need when you get home."
 Clad in nothing more than the cutoffs, and anticipating an interesting
evening, I exited the building and locked the door behind me.



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