Message-ID: <11354eli$9805161410@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11354.txt> From: Master2124 <Master2124@aol.com> Subject: Discovering Bondage Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <88d5575.355d3300@aol.com> Thought you might like to post this story. We had been married about three months when Frank went away on the training course which was to change our lives. He was away for a week and I missed him like mad. He rang me every night and talked for ages on the phone. Every night he told me about his day and how much he missed me. Then he would tell me what he was going to do with me and to me when he got home. He told me how much he wanted to make love with me, how he wanted to kiss me and then slowly remove my clothes, how he wanted to take my breasts in his hands, how he wanted to feel my ass, how he wanted to push his fingers into my cunt and then how he wanted to fuck me with his big, fat prick. He got me worked up every night and by the time he got home I was more than ready for him. I had sent off to one of those sexy garment catalogues for a playsuit that he'd told me was real sexy. It was made of a shiny black material and looked like a wet swimsuit with a couple of little differences! - It had cutouts for my breasts and was open crotch, leaving the most important parts of my anatomy open to view. The back of the costume was cut out in such a fashion as to show my whole ass buck naked. I knew what time he was due home so I had a long soak in the bath with my favourite scented bubble bath and afterwards put on the suit. It made me feel very sexy and daring as I sat in front of the dressing table mirror the flesh of my bum next to the soft vinyl of the seat and my tits sticking out through the opening in the bodice as I made up my face. Then I waited for him just inside the front door. When he arrived and opened the door, he took one look at me, dropped his case and walked up to me. He took hold of my hands and stood looking down at my body. Slowly he put his arms around me, keeping hold of my hands as he did so. He folded my arms behind my back so that my hands touched my elbows. This had the amazing effect of pushing my breasts forward causing my breasts to become even more prominent through the openings in the front of the playsuit. My nipples stood out like organ stops. He held my arms in place with one hand whilst he removed his tie with the other. He then wrapped the tie around my forearms, fastening my hands behind my back!!! I was suddenly very conscious of my vulnerability. He turned me around and guided me to the living room, As I walked in front of him his right hand cupped my bottom squeezing the soft flesh of my ass as I walked in front of him.. He pushed his hand between my legs to cup my cunt from behind. I stumbled slightly at the unexpected rush of excitement which flooded my body. When we reached the living room he guided me to the dining table. He pushed me up against the table and took my breasts in his hands running his thumbs over my hard peaked nipples. I thrust my hips backwards against the hard ridge of his hard prick outlined through his suit trousers. I twisted my head back so that he could kiss me, which he proceeded to do, grinding his hard ridge into my buttocks as he did so, pushing my cunt against the hard edge of the table. After a little while his right hand left my breast to slip between our bodies and through my legs from behind to again cup my cunt. He buried his fingers into me, hard. I could here the sloshing sound of his fingers going in and out of my now very wet sex. Just as I was ready to go over the edge he stepped back from me and ordered(!) me to stay right there and not to move. He disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a skipping rope and a sharp knife. He cut off the wooden handles from the ends of the skipping rope then cut several pieces off the rope. He came and knelt behind me and took hold of my left ankle which he pulled towards the nearest table leg. He used one of the pieces of rope to tie my ankle to the table leg. He then took hold of my right ankle and pulled that to the opposite table leg and tied my right ankle to it. I was now standing with my cunt pressed against the table edge with my legs spread wide apart and my hands tied behind my back!! He stood back to admire his work and a slow sexy smile spread across his face. He was obviously very pleased with what he had done. I was still half dazed from the sexual high that I had been on from his hand masturbation which I had been so enjoying moments before. I was still. twisted slightly looking at him over my shoulder. I glanced down at myself and saw that in this position with my legs spread my ass cheeks were spread apart also. Experimentally I leaned forward which caused my bum to round firmly. Frank stepped forward and lightly slapped my ass. I pushed my bum out as much as my position would allow in an invitation for him to take me. He ignored my invitation and continued to lightly slap my bottom. Each slap jolted my cunt ridge against the hard edge of the table, causing my clitoris to rub against the wood. I found myself getting excited again. He continued slapping me until found myself rising towards a climax from the rubbing of my clitoris against the hard wood. He realised what was happening and started to talk to me, encouraging me to fuck the table. I responded by wriggling against the wood to increase the massaging of my clitoris. To encourage me further his slaps grew harder. I suddenly started to come, I screamed with the exquisite sensation. When I came down from the high of my climax Frank left the room leaving me tied to the table! I screamed at him to come back and fuck me! He turned around and came back to the table. He bent down and picked up the two discarded skipping rope handles. He pushed one into my cunt and rubbed it backwards and forwards until it was nice and wet, then slid it up through the crease of my buttocks until he reached my asshole. He pushed the now wet wooden handle into my ass as far as it would go until the flange on the end nestled against me. He then pushed the second handle into my cunt. “That should keep you interested for a little while” he told me and turned away and proceeded up the stairs to our bedroom. I heard the thud of the case as he put it down. Then I listened as he moved around the bedroom, which was immediately above the living room. He opened and closed drawers. I couldn't understand how he was able to just ignore the fact that he had left me in this position, wide open and with two wooden prongs jammed into my most intimate places, whilst he was unpacking his case. On previous occasions when I had greeted him in a similar fashion we had been on the bed by now, fucking our brains out. Now here I was wet, willing and ready to go but unable to do anything but await the return of the Lord and Master. I couldn't even play with myself! Behind me on the wall was a mirror. Not a large one, just the normal size that one usually found in a living room for the convenience of being able to see one's self whilst combing one's hair or applying makeup. I stared at the image of myself in this mirror. It was just far enough away and hung at just the right angle that my bum was the centre of the reflected me. The shiny black material of the playsuit outlined the reddened flesh of my buttocks which jutted provocatively out from the hole which had been cut in such a way as to display the whole of my bottom. Spread as I was I could see the head of the two handles sticking out from me, small pieces of rope attached to each of them hanging down between my legs. I could also see that my cunt was dripping from my climax, creating a small wet pool on the floor between my legs. I had always been copious in my climax, almost like a man. I bent further forward, keeping my eye on the image in the mirror until I could also see the lips of my cunt. Frank had fucked me doggy style previously and I had really liked it because his prick could get right up inside me when he entered me from behind, filling me. I wanted him to come back quickly and fuck me now. I wanted his flesh pole in me, not these uncomfortable pieces of wood, smooth though they were. Frank returned. He was naked. His prick reared out hard and ridged from the black curls of his sexual hair. I noticed that there was a metal ring at the base of his prick from which a leather strap ran across his scrotum, separating it into two hard round pouches, to a second metal ring which ran around his prick from behind his scrotum. He came behind me, pushed me down so that I was now lying across the table top. He slapped my backside a few more times to warm me up again. After about half a dozen slaps he pulled the handle out of my cunt leaned over me and held it against my mouth. “Open up, bitch” he commanded, “You can suck this whilst I fuck your cunt” I opened my mouth and allowed him to put the sopping wet wood in. I closed my teeth on it to hold it into place. "You're a real hot piece of ass, you know. My hot piece of ass. I knew you would take to this like a duck to water. Bent over like this you're all ass in fact." He tugged at the rope hanging from the handle up my ass, pulling it out slightly. Then he pushed it back into me. "Yes all ass, and a tight one at that. Soon I'm going to fuck this tight, little, virgin ass, but not just now. Today I'm going to fuck you're cunt!" Without removing the handle from my ass he rammed his prick into my cunt and proceeded to do what he had promised. He moved the wooden phallus in my ass in rhythm with the movements of his prick in my cunt. I could feel that hard rod in my ass rubbing against his prick through the thin membrane which separated the two orifices. I felt I was being well and truly fucked in both places. His talk about fucking me in the ass had somehow centred my concentration on that area and made me super sensitive of that invasion. I could feel my anal ring first trying to expel the invader, then trying to hold on to it as both rod and prick moved out of my body in unison. As I clenched my cunt muscles to hold his prick in me as he withdraw, so my ass clenched in sympathy on hard wooden handle. It was an exquisite sensation. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked by two men at the same time, one in my cunt and one up my ass. His other hand was squeezing my breast his thumb and forefinger pinching my hard nipple. He seemed to pump in and out of me for a long time, longer than he had ever previously been able to fuck me without coming himself. Now I understood the reason for the restraint on his prick. It was to keep him hard for longer and prolong the pleasure he received from his invasion of my body. I was sure that it must also be increasing his sensitivity because he was moaning with pleasure with each thrust. The hard edge of the table was rubbing against my clitoris again with each forward movement of his prick into my cunt and I was right up in the clouds with the exquisite pain of my arousal. I seemed to be in a constant state of climax from his almost brutal assault on my helplessly restrained body. I was really loving it. Again I found myself rising up to my climax. I started to come again. When I started to come he could not hold himself back any longer and his prick rammed into me to the hilt as his come jetted into my waiting cunt.. He almost lifted me off my feet as he rammed himself up even deeper into my body as his fluid jetted from him into my already soaking orifice. I screamed his name as he paid homage to me in this most intimate of fashions. When I came down from my climax I opened my eyes to the sight of his prick bobbing in front of my face. He grasped a handfull of my hair and lifted my head so that I could take him into my mouth. He was still hard, even though he had explded so hard into my cunt. And he was wet from out mingled juices. I licked at the head of his prick enjoying the little spasms this caused as he seemed to get even harder. The harbulb of his prick was swollen so much that the slit at the end gapped open. Little trickles of semen conitnued to ejaculate gently from him as I flicked my tongue over this sensitive area. he let me continue like this for several minutes before he pushed himself past my tongue and deep into my mouth. He started to thrust himself backwards and forwards, never once letting go of my hair. I could feel the slight pain as with each inward thrust he jerked my head by pulling at the handfull of my hair that he was gripping so tightly. He seemed to be enjoying the pain that he was inflicting. His thrusts became harder, almost brutal, as he slammed himsel into my face, his balls banging against my chin as he got to the end of each strock. I tightened my lips around him, sucking against him as he pulled himself out, trying to make him cum. I found that I was getting aroused again as my clit was continuing to rub against the hard ridge of the table edge. I could feel the tension building up in him again as his excitment contiued to build. I knew that he was only seconds from his climax. I was right. He started to cum. I swallowed hard as his prick rammed hard into my throut as his jism jetted out of his body. He jerked himself from me and spurted most of his cum into my face as he held me firmly in position by my hair. He left me tied to the table and went away upstairs, returning with a self developing camera and proceeded to take photographs of me. He took several of my face covered as it was with large globules of his cum. However, it was obvious from the number he took from behind, that he really loved the way may ass stuck out from my new costume, especially with the wooden handles sticking obscenely out of my cunt and asshole. Eventually he released me after removing the handles and sent me into the kitchen to serve him his tea. He refused to let me put on anything over my very revealing costume. He told me that now I was his sex slave and I was to always be ready for him. He sat at the table still naked himself. When his meal was on the table he tied my hands together behind my back again, pushed me down on to my knees under the table and told me to suck his prick whilst he ate. So whilst he filled his mouth with food, my mouth was filled with his prick which rapidly got hard again! After his meal he fetched a two foot long rod that had a leather cuff attached to each end which he strapped around my ankles. He told me that this was called a spreader bar. That's what it did, it spread me wide open. It was difficult, but not impossible to walk whilst attached to this. What it did do was make me completely aware of my sexual vulnerability. He told me to wash the dishes. He stood behind me as I washed them. His right hand delved between my opened legs, his fingers playing in my sopping cunt. He left hand massaged my tits. I could feel his rock hard prick gently prodding at my anus, reminding me of his promise to fuck me there, when he was ready. When I finished the dishes he again bound my wrists behind me. This time he took another rope and wrapped it around the top of my arms, just above my elbows and tied this off. This rope had the amazing effect of pushing my tits out even more. He took a ball of twine out of the kitchen drawer and proceeded to wrap several coils of this around the base of my left breast and then tied it off. I looked down to see my breast was hard from the restriction. My nipple was engorged and stuck out from the tight flesh of my breast like an organ stop. My breast felt like a separate part of my body. He treated my right breast in the same way. He led me back into the living room. I stumbled along after him trying to keep my balance as I adapted to the wide legged waddle made necessary by the leg spreader. He knelt me down in front of the three seater settee that faced the large screen TV and video. The wide spread of my ankles meant that I was practically sitting on my open cunt. He untied my arms from behind me and then tied each wrist to its respective ankle. He turned on the TV and pressed play on the video switch. He had purchased a real pornographic video whilst he had been away. The opening scene showed an attractive woman walking down the street. She was wearing a shaped leather jacket with plenty of zips and a short leather skirt with knee length boots. Hanging from her belt at the waist was a pair of shining metal handcuffs. The camera followed her as she entered a building and went into a lift. As soon as the lift door closed her hand she pulled up the front of her skirt and started to rub herself through her knickers. The lift rose to the top floor where she exited. She walked down a short passage and entered an apartment. The camera followed her into the apartment's bedroom. In the bedroom there was a naked woman bound to a bed by her wrists which were spread apart to each corner of the head board. Her ankles were pulled up over her head and tied to the same corners. This left her wide open and vulnerable I could even see her ass hole. She wore a full rubber head mask that totally hid her identity. As we watched the leather clad woman climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of the bound woman and bent and started to lick her open cunt. With the full mask blinding her the bound woman would not know wether she was being licked by a man or a woman. She didn’t seem to care as she strained against her bonds to thrust her cunt up towards the licking tounge. The kneeling position pushed her bottom into the air causing the edges of the skirt to rise above her rounded ass revealing that she was wearing a G string which left her ass bear beneath the dress. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the woman's ass lovingly following the string of the G as it nestled between her ass cheeks, then zoomed out slightly to take in to the frame the way her tongue was working its way into the bound woman's portals of pleasure. As we watched the action on the screen Frank leaned forward and took my bound tits in his hands, massaging my nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand pinching them making me writhe with the exquisite pleasure this brought me as I again found myself becoming sexually excited. This was the first time I had ever watched someone else involved in sex and I was finding it a real turn on, especially seeing that bondage was central to what was happening to me, and the activity on the screen. As I watched the TV screen a man joined the action. He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind the bent woman. His prick was huge and swollen with his arousal. He pushed up the kneeling woman's skirt until it was around her waist. The man took a small bulldog clip from the bedside table, opened its jaws and clipped it onto the nipple of the bound woman's right breast. I thought to myself "That must hurt like hell". He took a second bulldog clip and treated the left breast in the same way. The camera zoomed in on the bound woman’s mouth. Her lips were drawn back away from the rubber ball which had been forced in behind her teeth, spreading her mouth into a grimace. Her eyes were wide open, tears of pain glistened as they seeped out onto her cheeks. The kneeling woman continued to orally stimulate the bound woman, apparently ignoring the man. The man pulled aside the G string and pushed his prick into the kneeling woman's cunt. As he did so my master pushed me forward. With my hands bound to my ankles and my legs spread as they were, this meant the I ended up with my face on the floor and my ass in the air. My master entered me from behind, just as the man on the screen had the woman he was fucking in front of my eyes. His hands gripped my swollen and sensitive breasts to give him leverage to enter me firmly. I turned my head slightly so that I could continue to watch the screen. The prick in my cunt was pumping in exact rhythm with the action on the screen. It was an exhilarating sensation to watch someone else being fucked and at the same time to be fucked myself. I couldn't take my eyes of the screen. I was fascinated by the sight of the stranger's prick pumping in and out of the kneeling woman and the way with each thrust, her face was pushed into the bound woman's cunt. As I watched the man on the screen withdrew his prick from the woman's cunt and pushed it into her ass hole. I gasped with amazement as I watched it sink into her anus. I felt my master follow suit. His prick, wet from my cunt, nudged at my anal ring. I had never been fucked there before. I was an anal virgin. I felt a momentary pain as he forced himself into my body, but it didn't last long. Once he had penetrated me I found that in a strange way I was actually enjoying it. It was a lot different from the feeling I had when he had pushed the wooden handle in to my ass. His prick was more alive. I could also feel his thighs against me which also heightened my awareness of what was happening. It wasn't the same as being fucked in my cunt, but it was pleasurable in a different way. It helped that I had been anticipating this all evening so I was prepared. It also helped that I was on a sexual high from all that had already happened and from the viewing of the action on the screen in front of me. It was exciting being fucked whilst watching someone else being fucked. I must be a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. I wondered what it would be like if I was the one tied to the bed and say, Sarah my best friend was the one licking my cunt and Frank who was fucking her. I wondered if Sarah would let him, or whether I would have to tie her to the bed instead. That idea excited me. I would love to tie Sarah up, now that I came to think about it. She had a lovely body that I had often admired and I knew that Frank thought so, too. Sarah and I had been friends since the final year of primary, right through our adolescence. We had our first period within weeks of each other and had shared as bed on more than one occasion. We had explored each other’s growing bodies during our early teens and we had often dated together. I remembered more than one double date when we had both fooled around with our respective partners when we had parked up. So sharing sexual activity would not be a totally off the wall thing, It was just that we had never actually got it together, together, if you know what I mean. Also, Frank had been out with Sarah a few times before we started to go steady and she had told me that they had had sex together, so they were no strangers to each others bodies. She was single at the moment, so there would be no one else to consider if I decided I wanted to explore that avenue. The man on the screen continued fucking the woman in the ass for several minutes, but which seemed to me to be much longer than that, before withdrawing to spurt his come all over the woman's ass and back. Frank was not yet ready to come and continued to pump into me even after that action had finished on the screen. The scene on the screen changed to a second room. The two women entered the room. The one who had been tied to the bed was still naked and wearing the face mask but now she was wearing black rubber dance pants as well. I had seen some like them in the rubber wear supplement to the exotic wear catalogue from which I had purchased the body suit. I wondered if these pants contained the double dildoes that the illustration in the catalogue had shown as one of the alternatives for the dance pants. If so I wondered whether she could feel them moving within her as she walked. Her breasts were bound in the same way mine were, her nipples stuck out hard and firm. So, now I knew where my master had got that idea. The nipple clamps were still attached to her now very hard nipples. They had a light chain joining them from which a lead led by which the other woman was pulling her into the room. The firmness of the skin of her breasts caused by the restriction of the ropes ensured that her breasts pointed forward. Her nipples were elongated out from her breasts because of the pull on the lead being imposed by the other woman. As I watched the bound woman walk across the room there seemed some how to be something familiar about her. The second woman was now wearing an open crotch cat suit made out of a soft leather which moulded beautifully to her luscious body. The open crotch was cut like my playsuit revealing the whole of her firm ass at the back. She had a well rounded ass which stuck out proudly from the restrictive leather. The man followed them. He was wearing tight pants which outlined his solid erection and a close fitting black tee-shirt. He ordered the second woman to secure the slave to a wooden vault horse which was in the centre of the room. The slave was bent over the horse with her bottom sticking up into the air, her ankles fastened wide apart to the base of the horse, and her wrists similarly tied on the other side. They each then took a leather strap and proceeded to smack her backside over the rubber. The rubber clung tightly to her body and I knew that she must be feeling every slap. The sound track reproduced the sounds of the leather hitting her soft body and the gaps which managed to get past the obstruction of the gag. The camera zeroed in on her contorted face to show her reaction to each slap of the belt, then moved to zero in on her bottom. I could now see that there was a round protrusion in the rubber just where her asshole would be, so she did have a dildo up her ass. Each slap caused a vibration through the rubber dildo which I knew must be exciting to her. As they slapped her, Frank seemed to grow harder inside me, and his thrusts harder and deeper into my ass. One of his hands moved away from my breast to play with my cunt, his fingers playing in and out of my moist depths, his thumb flicking at my clitoris bringing me back to the boil again. After several moments they put the belts down. The mistress then went and stood back to back with the bound slave. She spread her legs so that her legs paralleled those of the slave. The eye of the camera lingered lovingly on the moistness glistening through the gap in the leather cat suit through which the pink folds of her cunt protruded. After a few short moments it panned back to show the master with several loops of rope in his hand. He knelt and tied their ankles together. Then he took another loop around their joined knees, and then their joined thighs. He tied her hands together in front of her, leaving a loop between her wrists about five inches, then bent and picked up a wood rod which pushed through her elbows across her back. This pulled her hands into her body, tightening the loose rope between her wrists. He tied the rod into place then stepped back and picked up one of the straps and suddenly brought it straight up between her legs, hitting her full in her wide spread vulnerably opened cunt. She grunted with the force of the blow which caused her to stretch up onto her toes. Frank rammed himself hard into my ass and exploded, his come pumped into me as he rose up straightening his legs to get a good firm leaverage into me. He lifted me off my knees with the impact. The man in the video repeated his actions three more times. Each time Frank pulled out of me as the man started his swing and rammed into me as the leather strap smacked into the woman’s now tender cunt. Obviously this was a great turn on for Frank. The woman started to spurt with her come after the fourth blow, her body jerking as much as it was able, against the restricting ropes, her mouth open as she screamed when she climaxed. Frank climaxed too, jetting his fluids into my ass. The video went dark and Frank withdrew his prick from my body, allowing me to settle back onto the carpet. He sat back on the settee to recover, leaving me to my own devices. After a few minutes I heard the clanking of metal against metal as he removed his cock ring. I knew then that we had finished for the night. I expected him to release me but instead he left me where I was whilst he went upstairs to take a shower and prepare himself for bed. By the time he returned about half an hour later I was beginning to feel a little cramped. He stood over me for a moment surveying his handy work. “I really do like you when your all tied up, like this” he told me. “It’s obvious that you enjoyed it too, am I right?” He questioned me. I had to agree and told him that I had enjoyed it, that I had never had so many climaxes in so short a space of time before. “Well, I guess we will have to find time to do this again, and often my little sex slave. Now, lets get you untied, into the shower and off to bed.” He released me, told me to carry the bondage implements to our bedroom, and led me up stairs to our bedroom. I deposited the rope and ankle spreader on the blanket chest at the bottom of our bed and went to the bathroom to shower. When I got back from the shower he told me to lie down on the bed. He took out a couple of coils of rope and tied my wrists to my ankles. This left me with my knees bent and my legs open. He took a dildo shaped vibrator out of his case, turned it on and proceeded to move it in and out of my gaping cunt, touching my clitoris with it between each entry to make sure that I received the most possible enjoyment. I came several times with soul splitting intensity. He left me tied up like that for the night. I awoke late the next morning to find that Frank had released the ropes and slipped away to go to the office to write up his report for the visits he had made whilst away. I climbed out of bed and went to the loo. On my return I noticed that the ropes and leg spreader were still on the top of the blanket chest where I had put them last night. I sat down on the bed and picked up the spreader bar. I caressed the leather of the ankle straps, remembering how horny I had been last night when he had me fastened into them. How sexy I had felt with my cunt and ass held open to his view. I couldn't resist. I bent down and strapped one of the straps around my left ankle, then strapped the second one around my right ankle. I was now spread as I had been last night. I closed my eyes and remembered, my hand went down to my opened cunt, and I rubbed my fingers against my clit, then down into my soft, moist pouch. I wondered what Sarah would say if she chose now to call in for one of her unexpected visits. Would I even dare to open the door. (I hadn't opened the blinds, so if she did call she might think I was still in bed if I didn't answer her knock.) passed the morning doing my household chores, the vacuuming, the washing and the ironing. Having completed all this by mid morning I was left with little else to do as I couldn't go out to the shops, as I would normally have done. I decided I would telephone Sarah, to pass the time whilst I waited for Frank to come back, so I sat down on the leather couch in Frank's study and picked up the phone. The phone rang out and whilst I waited for Sarah to answer I looked around the room. I could see myself in the mirror, my legs spread wide by the bar. Frank had put up what looked like one of these motto plaques. It spelt out "BOUND TO PLEASE" I looked a little closer and saw that each of the letters was made up of female figures tied up in various ways to make up the letters. The letter B was made up of two woman head to head, their bodies bowed in a hog-tie, their forearms tied along the length of their calves to make the straight side of the B, their arched bellies curved to make the arcs of the letter. The letter O was a woman bound backwards around the rim of an old fashioned cart wheel. The U was a woman hanging by wrists and ankles The N was three woman each bound to a straight pole. The other letters were similar combinations of young, attractive, nubile and naked bound woman. A most unusual wall decoration indeed. Every one of the women was gagged and had dildoes stuck in their cunts!!! Sarah answered the phone in her usual bright cheery fashion and we chatted as usual about the goings on amongst our friends and acquaintances. I couldn't help but smile as at one point she said that she hadn't been able to speak to one of our friends, Kathy, because she was tied up in a meeting. I couldn't help giggling at that, knowing that I was "tied up" too, in a more literal sense. "I'm a bit tied up myself at the moment" I found myself blurting out to Sarah. "Are you, now" she replied. "Tell me, did you enjoy yourself last night when Frank got home?" "Yes indeed, " I admitted. "I'm overwhelmed by the number of times he made me come last night." "I don't suppose last night had anything to do with your being "a little tied" up now, would it?" she asked. "Well yes, I suppose it does, in a way. Frank left me a little present by the bed this morning and I'm wearing it now. Maybe you'd like to pop over and see for yourself." I couldn't believe that I'd just invited my oldest and best friend over to my house to see me naked and tied into a spreader bar, but that was exactly what I, and my big mouth, had done. "Of course I'll come over" was her quick reply, "I'm certain sure that anything Frank has got for you is bound to be interesting." I wondered if that was a deliberate play on words. If it was maybe she knew more about last night than I might have expected, especially remembering that Frank and Sarah had gone together for a while before Frank and I became an item. "I'll be over in ten minutes," she continued, "so that you can show me then. I've got something on myself which I think you might like. I'll see you shortly." She hung up and I slowly replaced the telephone. What was I going to do now? Should I stay as I was or should I go up stairs and change? I decided that I would stay as I was. It would be interesting to see if I had picked up correctly on her innuendoes! True to her word she arrived ten minutes later. I watched through the slats of the blinds as she walked up to the front door. She was carrying a bag and despite the fact that the day was warm she was wearing a black rubber rain coat!! I went to the door, opened it whilst ensuring that I kept it between me and the outside world. Sarah stepped inside. I closed the door as she turned to me. She looked me up and down a broad smile on her face. "Gotcha" she said. With her right hand she unbuttoned the rain coat and opened it. I was startled to see that her tits were tied up with rope just as the woman in the video the night before, with similar nipple clamps and she was wearing the same black rubber dance pants. "Recognise anything?" she asked me. I gasped out. "I knew there was something familiar about that woman last night. It was you!!" "Yes, " she gleefully informed me. "Frank took me to the bondage club over the weekend. I introduced him to it when we were going together. I told him that I thought you would get off on bondage just like me. I was right, wasn't I?" I agreed with her whole heatedly. "Frank told me to call in and get you ready for when he came in this afternoon. I was just on my way to come round here when you called me." "You mean you we dressed like this at the office" I asked amazed and exited at the idea. "Absolutely and I wasn't the only one either. I told you that Kathy was tied up in a meeting, didn't I? Well she was tied up all right. The bosses had her tied to a to a desk and were taking turns in fucking her. From the sounds coming from the board room she was enjoying it all as much as they were!! The office is a meeting point for several of the masters from the bondage club. Kathy and I often find ourselves tied up for their enjoyment. There's hardly a day goes by when we don't find ourselves tied up to be well and truly fucked. Its a great job!! I've already had a good seeing to myself today. I've been fucked in the face and ass as well as in the cunt.. You'll be joining us now, so you'll have to get used to being always ready. They'll fuck you in full view of each other, so get ready for multiple pricks and multiple orgasms." She reached into the bag and pulled out a rubber face mask. "He wants you to wear this for him. You should find this interesting." She unzipped the back of the hood and pulled it over my head. There was a short, fat rubber dildo sticking out inside it which she pushed into my mouth and then re-zipped it. The mask was shaped to fit my head and could have been made just for me, it fit so well. It had soft foam inside it which pressed onto my eyes and it had holes under my nostrils to allow me to breath, which was a good job, as my mouth was well stuffed. The ear pieces were padded, too, so I was blind, deaf and dumb!!! I was now dependent upon Sarah for guidance. She took my hand and led me forward. She turned me into the down stairs loo. "You'd better avail yourself of the toilet before we go any further. From what I understand, you'll be to tied up for the rest of the day so avail yourself of the amenities now, unless you want to be pissing whilst you're all tied up. You'll not always have the choice. One of the things they like to make us do is to go as long as we can with a full bladder, then they will do every thing they can to make you piss, but you have to try not to, because they will punish you if you loose control." I sat on the toilet bowl and proceeded to relieve myself. It was a new experience to perform my ablutions whilst in bondage and blind folded. Sarah played with my breasts whilst I did so, tweaking at my nipples to make them stand out. I reached out and found that she was standing right in front of me. I could feel the rubber of her dance pants under my hands. I ran my hand across her stomach and down between her legs to confirm my suspicions that there was a dildo in side the crotch. I felt the hard nub of its head. It was vibrating gently. The lucky bitch. she was obviously well taken care of, whilst poor old me, I was having to do without. Still, from what Sarah had said, this would soon be taken care of. I wondered whether Frank would be alone when he came home for lunch, or would he bring one of his business associates to help to initiate me into my new role as a sex slave. I finished pissing. Sarah tore of some soft toilet tissue and wiped me dry. I had never had anyone do that for me before! As she dried me she made a point of tweaking my clit, to keep me interested. She led me from the toilet into the bedroom where she sat me down on the edge of the bed. She then tied a piece of rope around the base of my breasts wrapping it around the base of each two or three times pulling each loop tight forcing my tits into hard cones. She then took a loop around the juncture of the tie between my breasts which pulled my breasts towards each other. From this tie point she took a loop around the back of my neck and back down where she had started. She then continued down to my waist where she wrapped it around me for three turns, again pulling it tight enough so that I could feel the stricture. Having completed this she ran a length of what was obviously a long rope, down across my stomach. She urged me to stand so that she could run this loop between my legs and back up to the waist tie at the back. she pulled this loop tight so that it buried itself deep into the cleft of my cunt and anus. She proceeded to tie my wrists together with this loop, pulling my hands into the cleft of my bum. She again ran the loop back between my legs and to the waist tie at the front, and then back again, so that I now had three loops dividing my cunt. This time she took the rope upto my upper arms and tied these together pulling my shoulders hard back in doing so. She then stood me up, turned me round and then pushed me face down onto the bed. She then took the last bit of rope and wrapped it around the centre of the spreader bar and pulled it tight so that my legs were bent into my body. Sarah now had me in a tight hog-tie lying on the bed face down. The fact that she had run the linking rope from the centre of the ankle spreader bar to the upper arm tie meant that my body arched backwards slightly, lifting my knees and shoulders up from the bed. My nipples were extra sensitive because of the rope around the base of my breasts. In this position they lightly touched the rough cotton of the bedspread. I found that if I moved slightly the rough cotton rubbed against my nipples and sent a tingling sensation through my body. I also found that if I wriggled my wrists that the rope between my legs rubbed against my clit. All in all, despite being alone, I was able to keep myself amused! With the loss of external senses of sight and sound I was unable to keep track of time, but time was irrelevant. I knew that soon enough Frank would come home and it would then be time for his pleasure. Now was a time for mine. The pinus gag was the only thing which detracted from my enjoyment. I had never been gagged before last night, and that was only temporary and I had control of how long I was gagged for. Now I was no longer in control. The rubber filled my mouth, keeping it open around its hardness. I found that I had to consciously swallow the saliva formed, and this was not the easiest thing in the world to do with my mouth open. The natural tendency when swallowing is to close the mouth. Swallowing with my mouth forced open reminded me a little of the dentist! So much of my conscious thought was taken up with this new sensation. Allied with this were my mastorbatory actions. Together these different sensations combined to give me a newly awakened awareness of my body. I was so lost in these sensations that I had forgotten Sarah! However she had not forgotten me. The bed dipped as she sat down on the edge. I could tell it was Sarah because of her perfume, which was now subtly blended with the smell of sex, both her’s and mine. Last night I had wondered what it would be like to have another woman make love to me. Now I was about to begin to find out. She tipped me over on to my side so that she had access to the front of my body. The ankle spreader caused one leg to be high in the air, whilst the other lay on the bed. Sarah must have had a delightful eye full of my cuntal split, divided as it was by the rope which I could feel buried deep into my slit. I felt her tongue on the upper surface of my left breast which as I was now lying on me right side, was the upper one. The hot, wet feel of her tongue gave me a momentary shock. Her hand circled the base of my breast over the rope binding and squeezed gently as her tongue glided down the surface of my breast. Because of the rope binding the surface skin of my breast was stretched tight and was now very sensitive. I could feel her tongue with every fibre of my body. Her tongue slid along the surface of my breast until it reached my elongated nipple. She flicked her tongue over my nipple and I felt the shock right through my body. The ropes tightened as I shuddered against their restraint. I spasmed with a sudden, unexpected climax. My whole body arched even tighter as I came. With my legs held apart as they were I could not hold the wetness in my body and I could feel the soft liquid oozing around the ropes which blocked the entrance to my cunt. As she sucked my nipple into the hot, warm depth of her mouth, pleasuring me still further, her hand found my wet secret place, the entrance of which was partly blocked to her by the rope which was now pulled tight between my pussy lips. She slid a finger in past the rope and into the wet, clingy softness, whilst her thumb tickled against the point of my clit, which she had so carefully positioned between the ropes so that it stood out awaiting her administrations. I spasmed again at this very intimate touch. I was beginning to realise how much more arousal was available to me now than I could ever have dreamed of. If any one had said to me before hand that bondage would have had this effect on me I would have laughed. Now, as an initiate, I knew differently. The bondage had some how centred my physical and emotional needs together into a super sensitive whole. She sucked at my breasts for a little while, alternating between the two, all the while continuing to minister to my clit and pussy with her fingers. I seemed to be in constant state of climax. Then her lips left my breasts and her hand moved away from between my legs. I felt totally bereft, unable to articulate my desire for her to continue because of the face mask and gag. However I strained against my bonds, trying to show her that I wanted her to continue. Her hand was again on my breast, pulling at my nipple to elongate it. Suddenly an exquisite pain lanced through my body, centred on my nipple. Something was gripping it very tightly. I realised that she had clamped my nipple with something, probably one of the nipples clamps that she had been wearing when she arrived. Her carriage at that time had not indicated to me the severity of the sensation that their application would have. Now though I knew for myself. I had tried to scream, involuntarily when she had applied the wicked device, but all that had got passed the gag was a heavy grunt. She attacked the other breast in the same way. I felt like my whole being was centred on those two points of exquisite pain!! In compensation for the pain, Sarah touched my clit with the hard point of a vibrator. The unexpectedness of this again had me reacting in a way much greater than would have been the case if I had received warning of its application through my sight. However, blinded as I was by the head mask I had received no warning of either assault on my body, neither the painful nor the pleasurable. These two feelings warred against each other to get my attention. Slowly, the pleasurable won over the painful, turning the pain into an extension of the pleasure. I again found that my body was spasming from yet another climax which racked my abused body from head to toes. I wondered if it would never end, I hoped not. Thank God she had decided to mitigate the torture she had applied to my breasts with the more exquisite “torture” that she had applied to my clitoris. It was torture because I had no control over it, I could neither encourage nor discourage her from her ministrations. It was exquisite because it had my pleasure centre throbbing with ecstasy. I could feel the liquid seepage of my cum trickling down my thigh onto the bed. No sooner had I become aware of this than Sarah’s tongue started to lap at it, her tongue tickled as it moved over my skin moving inexorably towards the apex of my thighs, towards the soft, liquid centre of what was now my total existence. Her tongue joined the tip of the vibrator and lapped at the hardened bud of my female sexuality. The additional assault on this by now super sensitive organ caused me to explode into a cum spurting orgasm. I could feel it jetting out from between my legs. Sarah’s ministrations stopped abruptly. I felt the bed move as she backed away of the bed. I was left alone to come down from the clouds where my earth shattering orgasm had thrown me. My orgasmic throws gentled until I was lying exhausted on the bed. I could feel my nipples now as a dull throb of sensation. I wondered where Sarah had gone. I wondered if she had left and returned to the office or whether she was in fact sitting on one of the two armchairs which sat in the window alcove. I hoped she had not deserted me. Secured as I was with no hearing and blinded I did not relish the idea that I might now be on my own! Gagged as I still was, I could not even ask her to speak to me. I hoped fervently that she was still in the room, keeping an eye on me to make sure that I was OK. I lay there for some little while, waiting for something to happen. I had never been very patient. Now I was forced into it. I wriggled from time to time, trying to keep comfortable, or as comfortable as the restrictions of the bondage would allow. I wished Sarah would remove the gag. Everything else was OK, even the nipple clamps, but the gag frightened me. What if I were to choke on my saliva? As I considered this possibility, I became more and more restless, hoping by my movements to attract Sarah’s attention if she was still in fact in the room. It was as if my thoughts were parent to here actions because just at this very moment when I became frighteningly aware of the gag, Sarah’s hands were on my head unfastening the mask and removing it. I blinked as the light from the window hit my eyes. Then Sarah blocked out the light as she leaned forward and gave me a most thorough kiss. I found myself responding without thought of the unusual nature of sharing the kind of kiss with her that I had previously only shared with Frank. Her tongue was playing in my mouth just as his did when his prick was hard and he was wanting to fuck me and I found that my reaction was just the same, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to feel a rock hard prick driving into my body. Sarah had given me a lot of pleasure and I had climaxed several times in glorious fashion but I was still unfulfilled. I still wanted a prick, any one’s prick would do at this moment, but Frank’s would be best; it already knew my cunt so well. Sarah straightened, sat down on the bed beside me. “Now, tell me all about last night, every detail. I want to know what he did, where he did it, what you felt and don’t hold back anything.” So I told her everything. I told her how he’d tied my hands behind my back with his necktie. I told her how he’d tied me to the table and fucked me with the handles from the skipping rope. I told her how he’d smacked my bum. I told her how he’d fucked my cunt and face while I was tied to the table. I told her how he’d made me kneel under the table while he ate his meal and how I’d sucked him off while he’d eaten. I told her how he’s tied me up in the living room in front of the TV, made me watch a bondage movie in which I now knew she had taken part. How he had fucked me in the cunt and ass while we watched the movie. I told her how he’d tied me up again after I had showered and how he had fucked me again. And I told her that I had loved every minute of it!!! All this while I lay on the bed in front of her, tied up in a hog-tie that now seemed almost natural to me. I found that I was getting excited again as I described everything that had happened to me in great detail. Sarah and I had know each other for a long time had shared our adolescent years, had our first period’s together, had double dated, had shared all our experiences todate, apart from Sarah’s trip into bondage, which she had for some reason kept secret from me. Sarah grinned at me. “I told Frank you’d make an ideal slave. He didn’t believe me. He thought you were too pure and innocent. I told him that it was the pure and innocent that got off best when tied up. It allows you to drop your shields and to be the real you, know what I mean. I’ve always known you were a hot sexy woman, it just needed the right man, and Frank’s the right man for you, and the right woman, that’s me, to bring out the best in you. Now we are going to share you. Frank’s invited me to move in with you both, if you agree, so that we can really go to town! I can tie you up and you can tie me up and Frank can fuck us both! How about it?” “First,” I said, “tell me why you kept this secret from me for all these month’s. We’ve always shared everything. You’re my best friend and I thought we had no secrets and now you tell me that you’ve been a secret bondage freak for months without telling me!” “I didn’t tell you at first because I was shy. I thought you would call me a freak. Then I couldn’t tell you because you were still a virgin and my masters said that only non-virgins could be initiated into the club. Now you and Frank have been married for 3 months, it was time to test you to see if you were ready. So last night happened, and you loved it just as I knew you would. Now you can become a member of the club with me and Frank. Now you have tasted of the ecstasy you are ready.” “ You could have told me, you know, I wouldn’t have laughed or anything. You know I always wanted to be like you, able to respond sexually without inhibitions. Now you must tell me about your first time like this” Well I was going with Ted at the time and I was getting bored with him. He took me to this new club he’d found. He said he thought I might find it interesting. It was called “The Domino”. When we got inside I was amazed. All the waitresses and floor hostesses wore neck collars, arm bands, wrist bands, thigh bands and ankle bands made of leather. They all wore very short black skirts and white, see through blouses. Some wore panties, but most didn’t. Those that did were red rubber pants with cut outs through which their fannies stuck out! When they bent over the tables to deliver drinks or collect empty glasses they made a point of keeping their legs straight and bent forward from the waist in such a way as to ensure that their short skirts rode up above the round cheeks of their backsides to clearly show every one near enough to see whether or not they were wearing panties. Only a few of them wore bra and those that did were shiny black rubber with holes through which their nipples protruded. Most of the hostesses had pierced nipples including all the girls who wore the rubber bra. Some wore studs through them but there were several who sported gold rings with linking chains. There were even two with padlocks hanging from their nipple rings! In the centre of the room, hanging above the dance floor were two gilded cages. Inside each were two naked girls gyrating to the music. They had nipple rings, belly button rings and rings through their labia. The amazing thing was that these girls were connected by light chains running between them, attached to the opposite ring on their partner! I tell you they had to be careful not to pull too hard on those chains or they could have done them selves some serious damage. I can tell you they were often pulled tight between them with very interesting results! I felt quite under dressed I can tell you, and under decorated with only simple ear rings. The bar men wore tight leather trousers, their chests naked. They all sported at least one nipple ring. I found myself getting all hot again as she described the scene. I closed my eyes so that I could visualise it better. The picture that formed behind my eyelids was spectacular in its depravity. In my imagination the guys were all naked with rings through the end of their cocks. Well fair’s fair after all! Sarah continued. “The walls were all decorated with painting of, well let me describe them as damsels in distress. There were pictures of fair maidens from the middle ages strapped to rocks while dragons breathed fire near by. There were science fiction style pictures of scantily clad woman bound hand and foot being carried over the shoulders of alien monsters. And there were modern photographs of nubile woman bound to posts, fastened into stocks and stretched out on racks, dangling from mettle rings in dungeons lit only by the red from hot braziers. All these woman were of course stark naked!” “I looked around and found that all this sexual display was getting me excited. As I watched one of the waitresses bend over a table I saw one of the men put his hand in-between her legs. She put down the glass she was about to lift, reached over to the far edge of the table and gripped the edge with her hands, and let him feel her up. I watched as his fingers disappeared into her body and she made no effort to stop him. The two other guys sitting at the table each cupped one of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and the woman sitting on the far side of the table leaned forward to kiss the waitress. I looked around to see what the reaction of the other guests was. Every body ignored them! I hoped there were no coppers in. I tell you something, though, I found out later that the guy with his hand in the waitress’s cunt was the local chief superintendent of police. He was a founder member of the club along with the chief justice.” Sarah grinned. “His wife was the woman kissing the waitress. She’s a great believer in what’s good for the gander’s also good for the goose. She’s a great lady. Well preserved for her age, she is too, loves a good fucking and she makes one hell of a noise when she cums. Grant has to gag her to keep the noise level down.” “We spent the evening there. Ted introduced me to several of the waitresses and some of the men. That was where I was introduced to my present boss. He’s the super’s brother and was one of the other men at the table. We sat at one of the tables near the back of the club where we could see everything that was going on and we talked about it. That was when he told me that the club was a bondage club. He told me that there were private rooms up stairs where members could take their guests and indulge in their fantasies. He told me that all the photographs on display had been taken in the private rooms. The dungeon ones had been taken in the cellars which were a religious duplicate of some dungeons that the super had seen in a Spanish castle. He had improved them by adding central heating for the comfort of the members and had added electricity for lighting and to power certain special devices that he had installed, but in every other way they were true replicas of the Spanish Dungeons. I asked him if he would like to take me to one of the private rooms. He did, so we did and I found I enjoyed it.” She stopped talking. “Come on, Sarah,” I said, “You can’t stop there. Its just getting interesting. Please, please tell me what he did.” Sarah grinned. “Impatient little thing aren’t you. Well you’re going to have to learn to be patient now, my little slave.” “When we got up to the room, which was quite large with a double bed in the middle, he just had me take of my dress and shoes, “Sarah obligingly continued. “I was wearing that red dress. you know the one, that makes my breast seem bigger than they are because of the underwiring in the bust. It also presents my tits on a platter as you know. I was only wearing suspenders and stockings with red panties under the dress. He told me not to bother taking them off but just to lie down on the bed. He tied me spread eagled with my wrists to the top corners and my ankles to the bottom of the bed. He knelt over me and while I sucked his cock he played with my breasts and then my cunt, just pushing my pants out of the way. Some guys get off on fucking you when you’re partly clothed, you know. Ted’s one of them. He never let’s me get completely naked and there’s nothing he likes better than taking me up an alleyway some where and just lifting my dress and fucking me like that. He’s fucked me in store rooms off busy corridors, in the toilet at the cinema, (I’ll tell you about that later), in more than one lift, and in the corridor of a moving train but none of these turned me one quite as much as being tied to a bed in what was, after all, almost a public place. I found that being restricted like that was a great turn on. He eventually got round to fucking me but not before I was begging him to finish me off. I think that’s the best thing about being tied up, it encourages the guys to play around with us before they eventually do their bit and actually get to the good old fashioned fucking. Since then we’ve progressed to more adventurous bondage. And of course I took the job with super Dick and his cronies so there’s never a dull day now, apart from that time of the month. That problem hasn’t changed much. Though bondage is still practical then its no fun for either party. However, that’s when I sometimes move over to the Dom side of things. I may not be able to receive sexual entry at that time, but I can still get off on tying others up and am quite capable of using my mouth to good advantage.” Sarah decided that it was time now to get me ready for Frank so she removed all the ropes releasing me from the ankle spreader and removed the nipple clamps. What a relief there removal brought to me. 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