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Emily's Slavery (MF, bond)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1991
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"What?" asked Emily.
"I said..."
"I heard what you said" she exclaimed. "Is that what you really
want to do?"
"Well, yes. It's always been a fantasy of mine" I replied.
"If it's what you really want, then I guess it's okay with me."
I smiled at her and proceeded to get the rope out of its box under
the bed.
Emily is not quite what one would expect. Short, with long blond
hair, hazel eyes, small breasts and skinny legs, she appears rather
plain, though she does seem pretty if one watches her for a long
enough time. Her excellent grades in school and her incredibly long
studying hours don't seem to indicate that she would be the type to
engage in a BDSM relationship. But she has an innate desire to please
everyone, and I intend to take full advantage of that.
It took only a little persuading to get her to come and visit, and
I suppose she agreed to a little bondage because I never mentioned
sex. That will wait until after I have broken her. She thinks she
is going home tomorrow. My dear Emily, you are very much mistaken.
I tied her wrists together behind her back, with her palms
together, and was about to tie her ankles when I changed my mind
and untied her.
"Done already?" she asked.
"No em, I'm not. I want you to take off your shirt and bra for
me."
"WHAT?" She did not take that well.
"Please. There's a certain way I want to tie you up and I can't do
it if you have your shirt and bra on" "Okay" she said warily. "But
I'm not taking anything else off" "I don't want you to take
anything else off" I said.
She removed her shirt and bra, and I retied her wrists. I then
asked her to cross her ankles, and quickly bound them before she
could ask why.
"You know, this is making it difficult for me to keep my balance"
she said.
I laughed and said, "That's the point. Now close your mouth and
eyes and keep them shut."
"Why?" she asked.
"Just do it please" I replied.
She sighed and shut them.
I quickly cut a piece of the medical adhesive tape I had bought,
and placed it over he mouth. She opened her eyes with a start, and
stared at me wildly as I cut more pieces to ensure she couldn't
get a word out. There was questioning and fright in her eyes, and
I smiled and told her to just wait and everything would turn out
okay.
I tied a rope around her waist, and tied another piece in front
and through her crotch, but I didn't tie it in the rear yet. I
tied a piece to her wrists, and threw the loose end over the light
valance that is in front of my closet door.
I tied a loop in the crotch rope, and pulled the other one trough
it until they were taught.
"Now comes the fun part," I told her.
She stared at me as I pulled on the upper rope, which in turn
pulled her arms out and up behind her, forcing her to lean over.
"Let me know when it starts to get uncomfortable" I told her,
continuing to pull.
A few seconds later she started twisting and trying to yell
through her gag, and I stopped pulling and tied the two ropes
together. She was bent over, with her arms nearly straight out
behind her. If she tried to pull her arms down, the crotch rope
would tighten and start her squirming. She glared at me and kept
trying to yell, but I only smiled and took two clothespins out of
my drawer and walked to her.
"Now for the finishing touch" I said, clamping the clothespins on
her nipples.
She jumped with the pain, but settled down and returned to glaring
at me.
"Now listen to me and listen carefully. I've been wanting a slave
for quite time, and you are going to be that slave. No? You don't
think so? You are not leaving here until you are completely
devoted to me, do you understand? You are a slave. You have no
rights, and you will be punished every time you try and defy me.
It will start with spankings, and will proceed to whippings, and
then to whippings while you are very tightly tied. You will come
to like and beg for the pain. Do you know what pain is? Let me
show you."
I yanked both clothespins off as hard as I could. Tears welled up
in her eyes.
"We shall decide on a safe word for you for any instance when
unintentional pain is caused, and you may use it then, and only
then. It you start to use it often I will punish you for it. It
you admit that you were not in pain, then you will suffer doubly.
Do you understand?"
She nodded, as if to say what's the use, but I could tell she
wasn't going to give up. I let her stay bound in that position for
about ten more minutes, then released her arms and ankles, but I
left her wrists tied and left the tape over her mouth. By this
time, it was dark outside, and I had an idea.
"You and I are going to go shopping" I said. "You need some new
clothes, and especially some new shoes, with say, five inch heels.
And maybe a pair of thigh high leather boots. Do you have any
money?" I asked going through her wallet where I found plenty.
"Good" I said, pulling her out the door and down to the car. I
buckled her in, and started the drive to the mall, traveling very
carefully, as this was not the time to get pulled over.
Outside the mall, I told her I was going to untie her and remove
the tape, and that if she made any trouble in the mall, she could
expect a severe punishment when we got back. The shopping trip was
uneventful, except that I made her wear her new spike heels home,
and she had a little trouble walking in them. She also got a pair
of over the knee but not quite thigh high boots with three-inch
heels, and a pair of those neat little cowboy shoe-boots. Those
she was to wear every day, all day, without socks or stockings, as
a means of showing that she belonged to me. Obviously, this was to
occur after she became a true slave. Until then, it was to be
spike heels or the boots, depending on my mood. How I wished that
they had the shoes and boots in my size as well. You see, I have a
shoe fetish, and I love wearing women's shoes when I'm doing a
bondage scene. For me, it adds to it greatly. But poor Emily
didn't think it added anything, and she sulked in the seat with
her wrists retied, but without a gag because I forgot to bring the
tape.
I was disappointed that I had no cause to punish her that night,
but I knew that before long I could get the belt out and redden
her rear end and back.
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