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CASSANDRA


Cassandra was 26,  and had been married for two
years. She enjoyed sex with her husband
Michael, but she had never told him about her
fantasies of being tied up.  Somehow, she couldn’t
imagine him understanding, and she didn’t want
him to think he’d married some kind of pervert.

Since she was a little girl, a warm wave of
excitement would wash through her when she
played cowboys and indians with her friends and
the boys roped her to a tree, or when the
heroines in TV shows like Charlie’s Angels were
bound and gagged by the bad guys. When she got
older, she would fantasise that men she found
attractive had kidnapped her and were holding
her captive so that they could use her body for
sexual experiments, tying her down and making
her orgasm against her will. She had tried
telling a couple of her boyfriends about her
desires, had played with scarves and blindfolds,
but their games could never match up to her
imagination.

Recently things had started getting out of hand,
though. It began when Michael had set up
internet access on their home computer. One day
while he was at work she had started surfing and
stumbled upon a website selling leather
restraints. That was just the start. From there
she learnt about a new world of domination and
submission. She realised that her “fetish” was
shared by hundreds of other people. She read
stories on the web that made her so wet and
excited she would spend all day in a state of
arousal. She began masturbating more,
sometimes tying her ankles to the bedposts with
the belt from her bathrobe and imagining that
her hand moving on her clitoris was really her
husband’s. In her new, wild fantasies, her
husband found out her secret and decided to teach
her a lesson, binding her helplessly, gagging
her, blindfolding her, bringing her to the brink
of orgasm and making her beg for release.

She imagined Michael using different types of
vibrators, nipple clamps and gags on her,
dressing her in rubber and latex outfits that
exposed her bottom and breasts and pinned her
arms to her sides. The stories she read fueled
her own appetite, and her curiosity. What did a
clover clamp look like? How did an inflatable
dildo work?

Michael remained unaware of his wife’s growing
obsession. He did, however, notice her increased
appetite for sex and her heightened response. he
started coming home from work earlier so that
they had more time in the evenings for extended
sessions in bed. Cassandra needed more, though.
It was time for her to take the next step. She had
to find out if Michael shared fantasies like hers.
She decided to go and buy some of the toys she had
read about, and hide them in the bedroom. Her
pulse raced when she pictured him finding a pair
of handcuffs in his underwear drawer. Would he
be turned on?

At the bookstore she found a magazine filled with
pictures of big-breasted women with rope tied
tightly around their breasts and between their
legs, accompanied by stories of rape and torture.
The contents were too violent for her tastes, but
in the classified section she found just what she
was looking for. “The Rubber Rose Adult Toyshop
- by appointment” wasn’t far from her house
and boasted a large selection of bondage
accessories, outfits and equipment.

Having found the right place, she then had to wait
for several days before she could embark on her
naughty expedition. Some freelance editing work
came up that kept her busy for over a week,
working day and night. When the job was over,
Michael surprised her by saying, “Cassie, why
don’t you go out shopping tomorrow? It’s time
you bought some new clothes.”

Cassandra was thrilled. “Honey, you are so
sweet. I think that’s just what I need.”

She nearly choked when he said, “And... why
don’t you stop into.. er.... Victoria’s Secret, or
something, as well, and get something to wear in
the bedroom.”  He gave her a mischievous grin.
If only you knew where else I was going, she
thought to herself as she blew him a kiss. I hope
you'll find my other purchases exciting too.

The next day Cassandra felt so nervous she could
barely concentrate as she drove to the Rubber
Rose. She had dressed carefully for her outing,
wearing a plain black cotton dress that showed
off her long, shapely legs and her narrow waist.
She had brushed her long blonde hair into a
shining cascade and wore it loose. Strappy black
sandals with small heels completed her outfit.

In her mind she was imagining different
outcomes to the evening ahead that were quickly
making her  panties wet. Suddenly she realised
that she was very near her destination. She found
a parking space and walked towards the three-
story house. The man on the phone had explained
that for reasons of discretion the little plaque by
the doorbell read only, “Dr Lenoire - Private
Consultations.” She had laughed when she’d asked
him what kind of doctor he was, and he replied,
“Doctor of Engineering, my dear! But I have
other interests too, and I hope I can help you find
what you are looking for.”  She felt at ease with
him as they chatted on the phone, and she knew
had found the right place.

She rang the bell with a shiver  of anticipation.
The door opened to reveal a man with salt and
pepper hair down to his shoulders, wearing blue
cotton slacks and a white shirt. He was about 50,
she guessed, in good physical shape, with well-
defined features and navy blue eyes that beamed
into hers. He looked like someone she would want
as her psychologist, or even her gyneocologist,
she thought with a smile.

“My dear! Come inside, you’re right on time!”
said the man, ushering her inside. “You may call
me Doctor, and shall I call you Cassandra, Cassie
or Cass?”

“All my friends call me Cassie,” she replied as
she followed him down the hall. What a strange
place, she thought as she looked around. There
were pictures all over the wall, prints of oil
paintings that she recognised from art galleries
around the world. All the subjects were women.
Doctor noticed her interest and said, “I may be a
doctor of engineering, but I prefer to study the
female form now that I’m retired. ”

“You’re retired?” Cassandra was surprised.
“You don’t look old enough.”

Doctor smiled. “Most people underestimate my
age by at least ten years, not that I mind of
course,” he said. “But I did retire a few years
early in order to devote more time to my hobby,
as you will see. Now, here we are, through this
door please...”

Cassandra followed him into a dark room filled
with things from her darkest fantasies. Leather,
latex and rubber outfits hung against one wall,
and there were racks upon racks of leather
straps and chains which she immediately moved
towards. Doctor put a restraining hand on her
shoulder. “Not now, my dear, there’s something
else I need to show you first. Come this way.”

She entered another room as dark as the first,
with a mirrored ceiling. This one was empty,
however, apart from what looked like a massage
table covered with black leather, with cuffs
attached at each corner. She turned to Doctor,
who gestured towards the table. “Please, make
yourself comfortable,” he said.

“But I didn’t come here for this!” croaked
Cassandra. She turned to the door and found to
her dismay that there was no handle. She was
trapped.

Doctor clapped and shouted “G, B, D and F, come
in!”  A door on the opposite wall opened and four
men walked in. As they moved towards
Cassandra, Doctor said, “I knew when you called
me on the telephone that you would be the perfect
model for some of my creations.” She struggled
as the four men grabbed her arms and legs and
lifted her off the ground. “Let me go!” she cried
as they carried her to the table and strapped the
cuffs onto her wrists and ankles, leaving her
lying on her back with her arms above her head.
She thrashed around but it was futile. She was
now helpless.

Doctor leaned over her and smiled. “I know that
you’ll enjoy this sales demonstration, my dear. I
can tell that you’re already very excited. I
promise that you won’t be hurt. And don’t worry
about my companions here,” he said, gesturing
to the men who hovered nearby. “They are my
trainees in a very special art. They are already
quite experienced, as you will find out.”

Cassandra continued struggling and screamed
“Let me go, you bastards! My husband will come
and find me and you’ll all be sorry!” Doctor
shook his head and sighed. “It seems that a gag
will be necessary to protect our ears. G, would
you go next door and choose a suitable one,
preferably with a blindfold too.”

G was back in a flash, holding something that
looked like a bridle and grinning. “Yes, that’s
one of my favorites, too,” said Doctor. They all
gathered round as he held up the contraption and
prepared it for use. Cassandra looked at her
reflection in the mirror above and felt a
familiar fluttering in her groin. How could she
be horny at a time like this? She groaned as
Doctor clicked the collar part of the gag around
her neck. Then the men held her head and forced
her jaws open as Doctor pushed something
rubbery into her mouth that hooked onto her
back molars and pinned her tongue down. The
smell overwhelmed her as the leather was pulled
up over her mouth and nose, and then her eyes!
She tried to shake her head to dislodge the mask
but they held her tightly, and she felt straps
being pulled over her ears and tightened across
her forehead. There was a final click then she
felt them let go. She could breathe through her
nose, but her mouth was sealed with leather, her
jaw kept tightly shut by a strap under her chin
that hooked over her ears, and her tongue was
held immobile. She could turn her head just a
little thanks to the restrictive collar, and she
was in total darkness.

“Are you comfortable my dear?” asked Doctor.
Cassandra tried to scream but the only sound that
came out was a muffled grunt. “Good! Then we’ll
continue.”

Doctor gave instructions to his trainees as they
carefully undressed her, releasing one limb at a
time to ease her clothes off her body, then
strapping it firmly back into the cuff .
Something cold and slimy was smeared over her
pubic hair, and she recognized the smell of
depilatory cream. She bucked her hips in protest
but two pairs of hands held her pelvis down
while every hair on her pussy was enveloped in
the cream. In a few minutes she felt them wiping
away all her fur. Her pussy was now smooth and
naked, and completely exposed. Cassandra was so
turned on despite herself that she could feel the
juices dripping from her sex. One ankle at  a
time was released and firmly held as tight, soft,
leathery material was eased up her leg to the top
of her thigh. Doctor was talking in a saleman’s
patter as he instructed the men in how to put on
the outfit. He said that he had developed this
material himself and that it had the texture of
leather but with micropores for breathability.
Next they released both her arms, and sat her
up. She managed to get one hand free and grab at
the face mask but they quickly captured it before
she could find a way to remove it. Doctor laughed
and told her that even with both hands free it was
impossible for her to take off as it was locked at
the back. The men laughed as well. One of them
commented that he liked to see a beautiful woman
struggle, and they all agreed.

They held her arms out and forced them into
tight sleeves. Cassandra pushed her hands in, but
quickly tried to pull them out again when she got
to where the holes should have been and found
them sealed. The material was too tight and
clingy, though. She tried wriggling her fingers
but the material welded them together,
rendering her hands useless. She felt a touch at
the small of her back, then a zip was pulled up to
the back of her neck, pulling material snugly
against her torso. Next, a strap was attached at
the tops of her arms and tightened so that her
shoulders were pulled back and her breasts
thrust forward to poke out through a wide slit in
the front. They held her arms to her sides and
folded her hands over her leatherclad belly, then
she felt a gentle tugging which moved from the
tops of her arms, all the way down to the tips of
her fingers, then back up the other side. She
tried to move her arms but they were completely
immobile, as if they had been welded to her body!
My god, she thought, this is insane. What can
they have  planned for me after all this elaborate
preparation?

Now they returned to her legs, and straps were
attached to the tops of her thighs, and then to her
ankles, and cinched in tightly so her legs were
folded with bent knees. Then cuffs were attached
just above her knees. She was rolled onto her
side and felt a cord being knotted through a loop
in the middle of her back. The cord was pulled
round either side of her body and attached to each
knee cuff, then she felt them being roped in
tighter and tighter. Cassandra tried to fight
against the cords, but the men were too strong,
and they soon had her knees level with her chest,
pinned back on either side of her breasts.

“Now, let’s give her a little peek at our
handywork!” cried Doctor, and started to unzip
part of the face mask, which allowed Cassandra
to see through a narrow slit. She was dazzled at
first, but then she focused on her reflection in
the overhead mirror and groaned in dismay.  She
looked like a depraved version of batgirl. Her
blonde hair flowed out from behind her black
leather face mask. She was clad from head to toe
in a black leather outfit which left her breasts,
crotch and bottom bare. And of course, the worst
part of it was that she was trussed up like a
turkey, with her arms laced to her body, her tits
thrust out, and her thighs parted and pulled up
so her pussy, arsehole and buttocks were
completely exposed. She tried to scream in
protest as Doctor zipped her mask back up again
and said, “I’m sorry that you boys won’t get to
play with her yourselves right now, but as I
explained earlier, we’ve been preparing her for
a special client. But we’ll put her in the
observation room, as I’m sure he won’t mind you
watching from behind the glass.”

Cassandra felt herself being lifted by several
pairs of hands. She was carried a short way, then
placed on a soft surface. Doctor whispered in her
ear; “I’ll give you some time to get used to your
bonds before sending in your visitor. I think it’s
important that you come to terms with how
completely, ahhh,  powerless  you are to stop
anyone doing whatever they want to you.” Just to
prove his point, he reached down and firmly
squeezed her left nipple. Cassandra tried to twist
away but to no avail. “Delightful, my dear. I
must go now. Do enjoy yourself.”

She heard a door shut and she realised that she
was alone. Her nipple throbbed from Doctor’s
pinch. She had to get out of here before this
mysterious visitor arrived! She began to wriggle
about, trying to loosen the straps that held her
in this defenseless postition, but she couldn’t
even manage to roll over onto her side. There
was a fan or something that was blowing cool air
on her crotch that made her pussy feel even
more exposed. She imagined the men watching
her through some kind of two-way mirror and
enjoying her pointless attempts to escape. The
thought, however, made her groan with both
despair and excitement.

It seemed like ages that she lay on her back,
desperately trying to get free, to no avail. Even
more frustrating was her body’s response to this
situation. She was so turned on that the wetness
was flowing from her pussy down between the
cheeks of her bottom. God knows what her visitor
would do to her when he saw that. She felt a wave
of humiliation wash over her. Suddenly there
was a creak. Somebody had come into the room!
She froze and listened. There was silence for
several minutes and she decided that nobody was
there when a voice whispered, “I’m looking at
your pussy.”

Her immediate instinct was to pull her legs
together and hide herself, but of course when she
tried, she just wobbled her feet about a bit. She
wanted to plead with whoever was there to let
her go, but she could only whimper and moan
through her gag. Her visitor remained
impervious to her plight and was silent for
several minutes. She felt her cheeks burning as
she imagined his eyes feasting on her most
intimate places. She flinched as she felt his
hands on her thighs. They roamed slowly over
her body, stopping to test each of her bonds. He
grunted in satisfaction. Then he spoke, again in a
whisper.

“I have a feather.”

That was it for several more minutes. Then she
felt something touching her arsehole so lightly it
was almost imperceptible. The feeling became
more intense and she began whimpering again as
he tickled her mercilessly with the feather,
running the tip slowly round her vulnerable
little rosebud. This went on for what seemed like
hours to poor Cassandra, and she could do nothing
to protect herself from his gentle torture.
Finally he stopped.

“I want to see your pussy wide open to me,” he
whispered. She felt him attach clips to her labia
in two places on each side, then thread a lace
round the backs of each leg, tying it tautly it to
the clips so her lips were spread apart. She
could feel his breath on her moist cunt.  “You’re
very wet,” he whispered. “I want to see where
your juices flow from. I want to see inside you.”

Cassandra nearly leapt out of her skin when she
felt something cold and hard touch the entrance
to her vagina. She moaned and wriggled as much
as her bonds would allow, but the cold steel slid
easily into her canal. She felt it move deep into
her, lubricated by her own juices. When it was
in as far as it could go, she felt it begin to widen.
Her internal muscles tried to force the intruder
out, but the man’s hand held it firmly in place.
Suddenly she realised that this instrument was
just like the one her gyneocologist used when she
had a cervical examination... except this one felt
much longer. The man expanded the instrument
until the pressure on her vaginal walls was
almost too much for her to bear, then he stopped.
It was wedged tightly inside her and although he
had let go she could not push it out of her pussy.

“That's better.” The man whispered. "Now you
are open to me." Cassandra had never felt so
invaded before. She could feel the man's breath
as he blew into her gaping pussy, making her
nerves twitch and her muscles try to contract.

She felt his hands between her legs again and the
steel, now warm from the heat inside her,
slipped out. Next she felt him pressing a rubber
ring over her left nipple. There was a loud
whoosh and she felt her whole nipple sucked
firmly into the ring, which stayed in place when
he let go. He swiftly applied another to her right
nipple. She could feel the pull all the way down
in her crotch. The pressure was not quite strong
enough to  hurt, but it had made her nipples
harden immediately, and they felt ultra-
sensitive.

She felt his whispering breath against her ear as
he teased, “I have one of these little suction cups
left. Guess where I’m going to put it. Somewhere
really sensitive would be best, don’t you
think?”

Cassandra heard the whooshing start again, and
then she felt the rim of the cup descend lightly
over her clitoris. This time, however, he did not
press it down against her skin. Instead, he held it
just above so that air rushed over her tender
bud, which was pulled upwards by the vacuum.
The feeling was so excruciating that Cassandra
couldn’t stop herself writhing desperately,
trying to get away even though she knew it was
impossible. He kept the cup in this position for a
minute, and just as Cassandra thought she would
pass out, he planted it firmly against her
swollen clit. She would have screamed, if only
she could. She felt as if her lifeforce was being
drawn out of her, the pleasure so intense it
bordered on pain. Oh god, oh please, please,
please.... she begged for release in her mind,
which was translated into an unending, wordless
whimper by the gag which rendered her tongue
useless.

The man wobbled each suction cup in turn,
making shocks of sensation spark through
Cassandra’s body. The opening of her vagina was
suddenly parted by something rubbery, which
was slowly forced inside her. It was so wide she
felt that she would be torn apart. He eased it
further into her canal, twisting it as he pushed
it all the way in. Her mind reeled at this assault
and her internal muscles screamed as they were
stretched wider that ever before.  She had never
been filled like this, and her eyes watered
beneath the facemask as she screamed silently
into the gag.

He gave her a minute to acclimatise to this new
invasion, but then the assault began again. This
time, Cassandra felt the tip of the man’s finger
touch her anus. It was slick with lubricant, and
he pushed it into her constricted hole and spread
the gel around. He then pulled her open and
inserted the tip of a dildo. As he pushed it in past
her sphincter muscles, her pulled out his finger.
She tried to relax to lessen the discomfort, but
her body was unused to this feeling. To make it
harder for her to deal with, he didn’t just push
the dildo in. Instead, he pushed it a little way in,
then pulled it nearly all the way out, then in
again a little further, then out again, then in
again, deeper and deeper into her ass with each
push. She was completely mortified as she lay
there, unable to stop the invasion of her delicate
back passage. Finally, the dildo’s progress came
to a halt, resting deep inside her, stretching her
anus wide, and she had a minute to get used to the
violation of her virgin passage. He attached a
strap to the back of her outfit that ran up
between her buttocks and slit, and clipped onto
the front just below her belly, holding the dildos
in place.

“Ahh, what a beautiful sight,” whispered her
tormentor, from somewhere between her legs.
She imagined him sitting back in a chair,
gloating in satisfaction as he surveyed her
defenseless body that had been completely
violated in every way. This thought caused her
cunt and ass muscles to squeeze tightly around
the dildos, and her nipples and clit to throb.
Moaning helplessly now, she tried to fight her
own excitement. She would not give him the
satisfaction of seeing her cum. She cursed her
traitorous body, but she could not curb her
horniness.

As if he had read her mind, the man whispered,
“You can’t fight it. I’m going to make you cum
stronger and longer than you ever have before.
You may as well give in.” Cassandra continued to
fight the impending orgasm, and after two more
endless minutes, he sighed. “Maybe you are
stronger than I thought,” he whispered, “but
you won’t be able to resist this.”

With a click, the two dildos inside her began to
undulate, churning into her deepest recesses. At
the same time, the suckers over her nipples and
clit suddenly increased their pressure and began
to vibrate wildly. She tried to scream as she felt
the wave of pleasure inside her growing and
expanding until every nerve in her entire body
was screaming for release. She approached the
peak of her orgasm but somehow it receded,
remaining just out of reach and drawing her
further into the sensation.

Cassandra’s mind soared miles away, unable to
deal with the severe force of the pleasure, into a
dreamworld where she spiraled high in the
clouds, surrounded by an invisible entity that
held her aloft, spreadeagled, prying open every
orifice with a thousand unseen mouths, sucking
and licking, overwhelming her totally.

She was brought back down to earth with a *
smack*, as the man shouted, “Come for me now,
slut!” and his hand slapped hard against her
defenseless bottom. Her orgasm began to wrack
her body. With each slap of her buttocks another
wave rolled over her, shaking her bound and
helpless form, her bonds making her feel each
surge more intensely. The pain and humilitation
of being spanked only increased the incredible
power of the orgasm.

Gradually, her body began to tire and the force of
the orgasm started to ebb. The man continued to
spank her until her shudders had almost stopped.
Then he turned off the dildos and the vibrators,
and just stroked her bottom for a few minutes,
crooning, “Shhh! There, there, good girl, you
liked your spanking, didn’t you.... Sshhh...”
Cassandra became aware of a whining sound in
her ears that had started when the spanking had
begun. She realised it was coming from her own
throat, and she made herself stop. The man
pulled the dildos out of her gently, and released
her clit and nipples from the suckers. Her pussy
and breasts were still humming with the
residual vibrations of her orgasm and she felt
suddenly empty when the dildos were gone.

Cassandra realised that the man had spoken in a
normal voice for the first time since his arrival.
His voice was very familiar to her, but before
she put two and two together, she felt his fingers
pulling at the zip over her eyes. It took a second
for her to focus, and then she recognised the face
of her husband Michael smiling at her.

“Surprise!” He grinned down at her. “You
should be more careful where you keep your
dirty magazines next time, honey. I knew exactly
what you were up to. I’ve been waiting for you to
pluck up the courage to make an appointment
here for weeks, and Doctor promised he would
call me if you contacted him. He’s such a helpful
man, isn’t he?”

Cassandra felt a million different emotions at
once: relief that she was in safe hands; anger at
her husband for keeping his identity a secret;
nervousness at the implications of this
development. Michael had obviously enjoyed
having her bound and helpless, as she could tell
by the size of the bulge in his trousers. What
would happen now in their relationship?

She wriggled and squealed at him to ungag her
and set her pinned body free, but he just laughed.
“Now, now, honey, do you really think that I can
let you go now, while you’re all cross at me for
playing this little trick on you? I think it would
be better to wait till you calm down. In fact, I
know just the thing to help you get a better
perspective on the situation.”

Leaving her eyes uncovered, he walked to the end
of the bed. He looked up and met her eyes in the
mirror. “I took some time off work, Cass, and I
made a deal with Doctor. We’re going to stay here
all week and he’s going to train me. This is just
beginning!”

She watched in the mirrored ceiling as he knelt
on the bed between her legs and bent his head to
her crotch. She began screaming silently
through the gag as she felt his lips lock onto her
clit and his tongue flick out to meet it’s swollen
tip, her screams becoming gasps of pleasure, as
he licked and sucked her towards another
mindblowing orgasm.

To be continued...

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