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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 1/3 FF, b&d, d&s, cons
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Hi,
I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.
There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.
The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply.
I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.
Bye for now.
Anakha
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like
bondage
mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further.
I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would
find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.
AMANDA'S DIARY, PART I
The following are excerpts from the diary of a young woman. The
more mundane items have not been repeated in these excerpts. The
parts that are repeated ought to make for interesting reading.
At the time of this diary, Amanda is somewhere between 22 and 24,
single and never been married, a college graduate in business,
employed and self-supporting, living alone.
.............................
2/10: Dear Diary, More than the usual to report tonite.
Last
nite, I slept with Neil. It was simply great sex. He made me
cum
three times before he came. After we rested, he ate me and I had
two more cums. It makes me wet now, just thinking about what he
did with my clit. I sucked him, and I even enjoyed that. And he
knows how to love too: he cuddled me for hours. I really like
him
a lot. He just might be the one. Work was great today. No, I
mean, it was great even if I hadn't been in such a great mood. I
got a promotion and a raise. Contrary to the previous promotion,
this one was totally unexpected. I thought it would be at least
nine months or so before I could think about another promotion.
Treated myself to a steak and martinis. I just finished my
shower
and now I think I'll use my vibrator. Goodnight.
.......................
2/16: Stayed all nite with Neil. Lots of fucking, sucking
and
licking and everything. I'd have thought I'd be stiff and sore
for
sure but I just feel good......Found some of his girlie
magazines.
No problem...a few of the girls with the impossibly big tits and
slims hips...but there were a few different: girls all tied with
ropes and chains...I wonder............
.............................
2/19: Neil out of town. Saw a couple magazines like he has
at
newsstand in a rack labeled "Bondage." When got home, looked up
bondage in dictionary...........means captivity....
............................
2/20: Dentist tonite.....Neil just called - home tomorrow
nite.
Dinner and ?????.....Asked Phyllis if she ever heard of bondage.
She wanted know why I asked, said I really wouldn't like
it.....Now
more confused than ever.
..............................
2/22: ...miss Neil...at the last moment, had to continue his
trip....won't be back for two more days....hurrah: found out what
bondage means. Phyllis finally broke down and suggested I buy
Alex
Comfort's Joy of Sex. Read it cover to cover, got me very wet in
some places. I thought I knew a lot about sex, but there's much
in
there I think I'd like to try. I just never thought about sex in
the ass. It might hurt, but who knows....but the bondage - gee,
being tied up for sex. I wonder what that would be
like....wonder
hell, I know I'll be finding out soon for Neil has those
magazines
for some reason...could be kind of fun...wonder if he's into the
spanking too? I guess I need to ask myself am I into pain?????
.......................
2/23: Thought about bondage all day today, so on the way home
from work, I bought some rope. Then, after a nice bath, I got
out
my bra, panty and garter belt set, and put them on. Then, I put
on
my highest heels and sat on the bed. First, I tied my ankles
together. I don't think I did it right because they were sort of
lose. But I got the idea of what it felt like not to be able to
move one leg without the other. So I untied them. Then I tied
my
legs at the knees and again at the ankles. This felt more
secure.
I didn't have any idea of how to do my arms but then I looped a
long piece over my shoulders and let it drop down my arms, and I
tied it in front. Thinking I was on the right track, I did that
again. That was pretty good, but my hands were still free. I
made
several small loops and put my wrists in them and then used my
teeth to pull the loops tight. The tightness didn't last long,
but
I got the idea. Wonder what Neil would think if I asked him to
bind me.
...............................
2/25: Well, diary, I got tied up last nite -- or rather, tied
down. Met Neil at the airport. I was so wet with anticipation,
after he kissed me, he said "whew" and opened the window. I
wasn't
even embarrassed because he was right. We arrived at his place
at
10:21 and his cock was in me by 10:23. That was a quickie, but
there was more. I sucked his cock as he ate my cunt. Then, as
we
laid there, smoking a cigarette, I asked him if wanted to put me
in
bondage. There was long pause as he choked on his smoke, but
then
he asked me how I knew he had wanted to do it. I told him I had
noticed his magazines and I had checked around to see what it was
all about. Then, nite before last, I had tried it on myself a
little to see what it was like. I admitted I didn't have much of
an idea, but if he went slowly, I wanted to learn. Well, I spent
the next hour with my wrists and ankles tied to all four corners
of
the bed. Neil then put a pillow under my ass and then he finger
fucked me. Wild. I like this bondage stuff. We decided to stop
then as we both had to work tomorrow. I didn't even shower, and
I
thrilled with the sight of the rope rings on my wrists.
.........................................
2/28: It's now been a few days since my first time in love
bondage. (Love bondage is when you do for love, and maybe have
sex.) .....I like it. Being fucked while unable to twist or turn
is an altogether different experience....In ordinary sex, there
are
times when I feel warm and feel good, I move around, but I'm not
exactly in a huge sweat when it's over. There are other times
when
I'm especially aroused, and I'm all over the bed. And when it's
over, I'm just pouring sweat; in fact, sometimes the day after my
joints are sore. Being unable to move, and wanting to move, is
just.....well, it's super. Neil has said he wants to talk about
our future. I wonder what that means. I don't think he's going
to
ask me to marry him or even move in with him. But I also don't
think he wants to end it. Will see tomorrow nite.
.............................................
3/2: Wow. Neil and I had our discussion. First he asked me
my reaction to my bondage. I told him I enjoyed it and I was
looking forward to more of it. He then asked me how far I
thought
I could go. When I said I didn't understand, he asked me if I
just
wanted to play at bondage with some simple tieing like we did the
other nite, or if I wanted to do something more serious. I told
him that since I really didn't have a good idea of where bondage
could lead, it was not possible for me to give a definitive
answer.
I could see that disappointed him; but, when I added that I
wanted
to try more, he brightened. We agreed to give it a try. He'll
go
slowly with me and I agreed that no matter what happens I won't
get
angry with him. At first, I pooh-poohed his caution but he
insisted that it might get to be a little heavy for me, so I
agreed
that I would not get angry. As I sit here, my overnight case is
by
the door. I'm wearing a T-shirt with a bra and levis with no
panties. On my feet are new boots Neil asked me to buy. He said
I should buy them for myself, rather than have him buy them, so
that I'd have a commitment. They are Timberland hiking boots.
I've never worn anything like them. We are going away for a long
weekend during which time I'll be in bondage much of the time.
...............................
3/7: Relating the events of my weekend in bondage with Neil may
take several pages.
I guess I should first relate my feelings. Naturally, having
been
seriously tied only once, and that spread-eagled on a bed, my
experience with bondage was that of a total novice. My
anticipation was that of a child about to see or do something new
that I thought I might like. I now have a totally different view
of bondage. My experience grew by an Nth factor this weekend. I
will admit that not everything that Neil did to me would I
voluntarily ask him to do to me again, but those few things I
would
try to endure if he asked me to. But most of what was done to
me,
I want to do again and again. I also learned that bondage can
exist by itself without a direct sexual connection. Thus, my
feelings are totally positive. I like bondage. I enjoy being
tied
up. I want to do it lots more.
My satisfaction was the greatest. I found that I could maintain
the high of a continuing climax for a much longer and a growing
period of time. My capacity for pleasure has been much
increased.
I found that my pain threshold is higher than I would have
dreamed.
I'm sort of ambivalent about this, and will have to think
carefully
what I might want to do about this.
When Neil called for me, he told me to turn around. He quickly
placed handcuffs on my wrists. Realizing what he had done, I
said
I guess the weekend has begun, and Neil smiled. Then, holding my
left arm with his right hand, he picked up my overnight bag.
After
we passed through the door, he pulled it closed and we walked to
his car. We only met one person and, since that person was
walking
towards us, she didn't notice my cuffed wrists. I wasn't at all
worried, it was sort of kicky. When we got to his car, he helped
me in. He allowed me a half minute to shift in my seat to get
comfortable; then, he fastened my seat belt. This would have
been
enough, but he then used a leather strap to bind my ankles. I
sat
there totally bemused. Without a word, he climbed into the car
beside me, started the motor and we drove off.
We drove along for a while before either of us spoke, and then he
asked if I was comfortable. I asked how was I to answer, being
strapped into my seat, with my hands cuffed behind my back and
ankles bound together. So he said, well, answer it all things
considered. I grinned as I replied that all things considered,
things were great.
Neil had rented a cabin in the mountain community about two hours
away. My arms had gone to sleep long before we got there. He
left
me in the car while he registered, and then he drove us to the
most
remote cabin. Again, he left me in the car while he unloaded the
trunk. Finally, he came to me, removed the ankle straps and
unlocked the seat belt. He helped me out of the car and I didn't
even think to ask him to remove the handcuffs.
Inside, he had me sit. Then, he took up some handcuffs with a
much
larger chain (I later learned these were leg irons or fetters)
and
locked the cuffs on my ankles. Next, he removed my handcuffs.
He
helped me flex my arms. There were red marks on my wrists, but
nothing serious. He told me to take off my t-shirt and bra,
which
I did. He then put the handcuffs back on me, but in front this
time. I hardly noticed them. He then unlocked the leg irons and
told me to remove my levis but to leave the boots on. I tried to
pull the levis over the boots, but I couldn't so he told me it
would be okay to pull off my boots but I had to put them back on.
Finally, I was standing, nude but for my timberlands and
handcuffs.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Sort of funny," I admitted. "I've never been dressed quite this
way before."
"Bother you?" he asked.
Shaking my head, I said, "Not really. It just takes some getting
used to. Would you tell me something?"
"Sure."
"Well, before you unlocked my handcuffs, you locked those leg
irons
on me; and then before you took the leg irons off, you put the
handcuffs back on. Is that supposed to tell me something?"
With a grin, he nodded, "Very sharp. Yes, that should tell you
that you will be locked in some way for the whole weekend. Think
you can handle that?"
"Well, I guess I'll have to, won't I?"
Very quickly he was at my side, saying very loudly, "Absolutely
not. You MUST understand that you can end this at any moment.
If
you don't know that, I won't go on."
Subdued, I replied, "I'm sorry Neil. Yes, I do know I can end
this
at any moment. All I was trying to do was to get into this new
persona of a person always locked someway. Don't be angry with
me."
With great concern and tenderness, he wrapped his arms around me
and hugged me close. I was reassured, and then because my
handcuffed wrists were in front, I began to massage his crotch.
For a moment, he did nothing, but then he dropped his right hand
and swatted me on the ass. I said ouch, and giggled. He was
laughing as he stepped back.
"Okay, Amanda," he said, "it's time for you to be restrained."
He
led me to a large post off to the side of the room. It stood
floor
to ceiling. Positioning me with my back to the post, he knelt
down
and secured the leg irons so that I couldn't move away. Then he
unlocked my handcuffs. Very quickly, he had my hands tied behind
the post. Ropes went above and below my boobs to hold me to the
post. Another rope tied my belly to the post. He then unlocked
the leg irons and tied my ankles and my thighs to the post.
"How's that?" he asked.
I couldn't even wiggle. Giggling, I answered, "I feel like I'm
part of this post. What sort of bondage do you call this?"
"Well, if we were into whipping, this would be an ideal position
to
do your front. But it can also be a restful position."
Choosing to ignore the first part for the moment, I said,
"Restful?"
He nodded, "Yes, if you just give yourself over to the ropes,
you'll find you can relax and the ropes will support you with
only
a minimum of discomfort. After you get used to it, you might
even
sleep."
"Ha," I said, "are you serious? How can I sleep like this?"
Shaking his head, he answered, "That's up to you. You've got
several hours to find out." With that, he turned on his heel,
picked up a book and walked out of the cabin. I was shocked.
This
was a side of bondage I didn't know about. I thought that I
would
have constant attention paid to me; here I was by myself with
nothing to do. I had serious doubts about resting.
Inevitably, I began to think about the first use of this position
that Neil had described: having my front whipped. Did people
really whip for pleasure? How could I stand it? I had to admit
that if I was to be whipped, being tied like I was would
certainly
prevent me from escaping. But I also knew that Neil wouldn't do
something like that unless I was agreeable. How could I ever get
to the position of wanting to be whipped? And then it occurred
to
me, my tits were on my front! That meant my tits might be
whipped
if I was whipped on the front. Ridiculous. And then I was
astounded to discover that I was aroused. I tried to shift a
bit,
and a powerful cum hit me. Tied as I was, I couldn't even
twitch.
I marveled how my sexuality had been awakened by Neil and
bondage.
Before, I enjoyed sex; now, I seemed to have become an hedonist.
I was pondering that when I heard Neil's voice from far away. At
first, I thought he must be outside but then I was startled: he
was
right in front of me: I HAD fallen asleep!
"Have a nice nap Amanda?" he was asking with a smile.
I blushed, and then replied, "I honestly didn't think it could
happen. Does that mean I was bored by your bondage?"
Wrinkling his nose, he said, "By the smell of you, I don't think
you were bored."
I was really perturbed, and then I laughed, saying, "Neil, the
way
I'm taking to this bondage, it sort of scares me."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"Well, what happens if sex and bondage get locked together in my
mind?"
"What's wrong with that?" he asked.
I started to sputter, and then I laughed, "Yes, what indeed is
wrong with that? How much longer do I stay here?"
"As long as you want," he answered. "You've been there a couple
hours now. We could stop for a rest and have a meal."
"Okay, put the leg irons on me and I'll fix us a meal."
"You really do adapt quickly, Amanda," he said as he bent to
untie
my ankles. When he was done, he did indeed lock the leg irons on
my ankles. Then, very quickly, he untied the rest of me from the
post. I immediately embraced him and kissed him hard.
Whacking me on my ass, he said, "Get to the kitchen. We need our
food."
That nite, I was fucked with the leg irons on my ankles. It was
a
different feeling, not being able to lock my ankles on his back,
but the fact that I was manacled added a new dimension to being
fucked.
The next morning, Neil put a portable pillory like device on me.
It consisted of a very light, but strong, aluminum pole fixed to
a
neck collar. Naturally, the collar was leather and it had a
padlock to secure it. It was largish too, which meant I couldn't
freely move my head, there was movement but not total. At each
end, a leather cuff was rigidly secured to the poll and these he
secured to my wrists. The ever-present padlocks secured them.
Then he removed the leg irons.
"There," he said, "we can go for a walk."
I was dumbfounded. I knew we were isolated, but I never thought
we'd go out with me bound, and naked. He stared hard at me. I
was
torn by indecision. He helped me by opening the door, and
standing
to the side. So, I turned sideways, to get my outstretched arms
out the door, and we went for a walk. It wasn't a very long
walk,
but I was terrified the whole time that someone would come.
Every
sound, every falling twig in the woods, sent a shiver through me.
I don't think I heard a single bird or saw a flower. Although it
was a warm day, I had goose bumps all over my body. After ten
minutes, we turned back, and I tried to walk faster, but he
slowed
me down. I know I was just like a riding pony who knew we had
turned back towards the barn.
Anakha.
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From: anakha@clara.net (anakha)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 2/3
Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 21:49:53 GMT
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Hi,
I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.
There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.
The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply.
I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.
Bye for now.
Anakha
*************************************************************************************
STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like
bondage
mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further.
I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would
find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.
Part 2
When at last we returned to the cabin, he came up to me and
kissed me. Then he said, "Amanda, you were too slow in leaving.
I want to give you a reminder so you won't hesitate in the
future. Is that okay with you?"
I was pleased that we were holding to our intention that all that
was done to me would only be done with my okay, but I asked,
"What will the reminder be?"
He laughed, "I'm upholding the deal of asking, but the deal
doesn't require that I tell you the precise details."
Shrugging, I replied, "Well, I've been able to handle what you've
dished out so far, so okay, I agree that you may give me a
reminder so I won't hesitate in the future."
He sat me down, still secure in my portable pillory, and went to
a suitcase. When he returned, I couldn't quite make out what he
was holding, and then I sort of got an idea, and I became
worried. I wasn't sure I could handle them. Very quickly, he
held them out: they were nipple clamps. He massaged my tits to
get the nipples to stand up, and then he put a clamp on one
nipple. It bit like fire. It took my breath away. I was about
to beg him to take it off, when he put the other on my other
nipple. This doubled the outrage. I did my best to contain my
very strong desire to beg him to take them off. The hurt
intensified, but I found that I could cope. I held on for a few
minutes, and then the bite subsided to a dull burning sensation.
I could handle them. I felt very proud of myself. I looked down
to see what was biting on my nipples.
Neil laughed when he saw me look down. He knew I had overcome
the desire to ask him to take them off. "Here," he said, "let's
go to the mirror so you can get a better look."
I was enthralled. I felt so proud. I smiled at him and nodded.
"You like?" he asked.
I nodded, adding, "Oh, Neil. They hurt so bad at first. I guess
it was the fear. Now, I can handle them. And I know my pussy is
wet." And then I astonished myself: "Let's walk again."
This time he was startled. "With the clamps on your tits?" he
asked.
I nodded vigorously. "I want to see how they feel as I walk."
So we walked again. This time, we walked slowly. I heard the
birds singing and I saw the thousands of flowers. I heard twigs
fall in the woods, but that instigated no fear. I just felt
wonderful. I don't know if we walked a longer distance, but I do
remember that when we did turn for home, I asked Neil to kiss me.
It was sort of awkward due to my outstretched arms, but I was
content.
When we finally returned from our walk, Neil again locked the leg
irons on me, and then he removed everything else, including the
nipple clamps. I did yelp when he removed them and the blood was
allowed to flow freely again. Neil said I could sit and he
prepared lunch. After lunch, we had a nice nap.
When we awoke from our nap, Neil gave me leather cuffs to put on
my wrists. Teasingly, I asked, "What is this? Do it yourself
bondage?"
He chuckled as he replied, "Well, it's always a good idea to be
prepared. What with my traveling, you might want to secure
yourself sometime."
That jolted me, and then I nodded. Carefully, I threaded the
cuffs on first one wrist and then the other. They locked neatly.
When that was done, Neil used other straps to draw the cuffs to
either corner of the bed. Quickly, I understood that I was to be
spread eagled again -- I wondered if that also meant I would be
eaten that way again. I was, after Neil removed the leg irons,
attached cuffs to each ankle and secured my legs. The pillow
under my ass cheeks lifted my cunt and there I laid, open, wet
and ready. He wasn't long in bringing his educated tongue to my
twat. He teased me by laving first one side of my labia, and
then the other, never coming close to my clit at all. And then
he did -- and -- boom. Off I went like a firecracker. When I'd
settled down, I expected him to reverse himself so I could suck
him. Instead, he continued to eat me. This surprised me. At
first, his licking my sensitive flesh irritated, but then I began
to get warm again. The cum this time was a lot longer coming,
but it was terrific. I fought my bonds, and twisted and turned.
I also moaned a lot, something I rarely do when I cum.
At last, he had pity on me. He left me a worn out wreck on the
bed, a sexually satisfied wreck, but still a wreck. I must have
dozed off, because suddenly I heard Neil calling me to wake up.
I rolled over in a dream-like trance, but something was troubling
me. Then it hit me, I wasn't secured in any way. Both my ankles
and wrists were fetter free. I sat up with a start.
"Hi, sleepy head," Neil said. "How was your nap?"
Without answering either question, I asked, "Where are my bonds?
I thought I was going to be secured in some way the entire time
we were here?"
With an amused laugh, Neil answered, "Do you miss your chains?"
Pausing ever so slightly, I replied, "Yes, yes I do."
He said nothing, but came to where I was sitting on bed and
captured my head between his hands, and he kissed me full on the
lips. Then, releasing me, he said, "I freed you because we are
going out to dinner tonite. It's a small place nearby, but any
chains or ties would stand out like a sore thumb. But you'll not
be entirely free.
It was astonishing how naked I felt. I'd grown so used to being
bound that now I felt, just, just plain bare. Sensing my
consternation, Neil asked if I'd ever been fucked in the ass. I
was so jolted by that question that I was stunned. I did see
that
he expected an answer so I told him I had been fucked twice there
but I didn't care for it, and then I asked him why he asked.
He handed me a mass of leather straps and buckles, which he
explained was a chastity belt. I blinked and then grinned, and
he
asked why the grin. 'First, you talk about fucking my ass and
then
you give me a chastity belt. Make up your mind,' I said. He
laughed, and then said that this belt was more fun than
preventive.
Sensing my confusion, he added that instead of just covering over
my holes to prevent entry, this one had plugs for each hole. He
added that he had asked about my ass because an inexperienced
ass-hole (I swear, those were his exact words) might not
appreciate the
intrusion. By now, I was laughing so hard, the tears were
streaming down my face. At first, Neil was non-pulsed, but then
he
realized what he said, and he too laughed.
Finally, when we'd calmed down, I said I was willing to educate
my
ass-hole, and we began laughing all over again. Neil managed to
gasp that perhaps I might want to try the butt plug a while
before
we left, and if it was too much, I could remove it.
Agreeing, Neil then instructed me on the insertion of the plugs.
I wondered why he didn't put them in me and he said it would be
better if I did them myself the first few times. I would
naturally
fear them at first and I was the best gauge of how much pressure
I
could handle.
So, greasing my cunt and ass-hole with the K-Y jelly he gave me,
I
began to ease the cunt plug in. Neil suggested the ass one
should
be the first since the ass-hole was less pliable. So, I put the
head of the plug at the entrance of my anal track and began to
push. I grunted a lot but nothing. Perplexed, I looked at Neil,
who had been eyeing me carefully. He suggested that I bear down
as
if I wanted to shit. Somewhat dubiously, I did so, and I felt
the
head of the plug slip in a little. Getting the idea, when I bore
down, I pushed up the plug. Again, it entered a ways, but still
not enough. Three more times, I bore down and pushed up at the
same time. And then I hit on the idea of flexing my knees too,
and
the plug slid in. Curiously, once the head was in me, the shaft
slid in easily. There was a flat piece at the base which
prevented
the plug going in too far. Shrugging, I took the larger plug and
put it at the door of my cunt. Somewhat shamelessly, I rubbed
the
head around a bit before I began to push it in. This went in
easier.
'Ok,' I said, 'I'm plugged. Now, what?'
Neil quickly fitted the leather straps around my waist and up
through my crotch. With three tiny padlocks, he had me secured
with the plugs in me. He then said I should walk around and sit
and do regular things. After several steps, I was convinced I
could not wear this thing. It didn't hurt, but it kept my mind
continually on my cunt and ass, and I knew I'd have several cums.
When I told Neil that, he said, that's exactly what was supposed
to
happen.
I wore that belt to a local restaurant that nite. Neil let me
take
it off to pee and shit before we left, but it all went back on
right afterwards. Besides that, I wore just my t-shirt, my levis
and my timberlands. Neil was dressed the same, except no plugs.
One other thing was that the belt straps were outlined under my
tight levis. I didn't say anything, counting on the darkness and
shadows to give me some protection, but Neil remarked about the
straps.
Dinner was incredible. I just managed to get seated before a cum
came over me. I held tightly to the table to contain my sounds,
but my breathing was roaring in my ears and I was sure I could be
heard by those near us. Neil merely sat across from me with a
slight grin. After that first cum, I just went with them. Neil
even made me dance with him.
That nite, I was really fucked in the ass, and I loved it. It's
amazing how enjoyable it was, especially after the two previous,
very painful attempts.
The next day, my cunt and ass were somewhat tender. Neil this
time
was very solicitous -- which I remarked about. He said that he
enjoyed giving me pain, but that pain had to lead to sex; and
wear
and tear pain would not lead to sex, so it was in his best
interest
to get me back into shape. That's what he said, but I know
better:
he was genuinely concerned about me.
I had awakened before Neil. For several moments, I just laid
there, content and very happy. He slept on his side with his
bottom arm thrown out and his top arm bent at the elbow. His
hair
was all a mess and the stubble of his beard was just visible. I
thought about the changes this man had introduced into my life,
and
I felt deep affection. Suddenly, it occurred to me that here I
was
again with no bonds, and I hit on the idea of preparing myself
for
him.
Very carefully, I slid out of bed so as to not wake him. As I
moved my pelvis, I noticed I was sort of sore, and I smiled about
that. And then, when I stood up, I noticed I was also sort of
stiff, and that too amused me.
First to the john, where I peed and brushed my teeth.
Then, I headed for the living area. I knew that me in my
timberlands was important to him, so I pulled the heavy boots on
and laced them snugly. That done, I stood and walked a few steps
to make sure the boots were comfortably laced -- I recalled the
first time Neil had asked me to wear these clodhoppers. I was
ready to rebel, but then I rationalized it wasn't all that big a
deal, so I did wear them. Amazingly, I found them quite
comfortable, and was ready to wear them whenever Neil wished me
to
wear them.
Now, what next, I asked myself. I began with leg irons. These
restrained but did not immobilize. I could get around, but not
very fast. Next, I pulled out a ball gag, head-harness. Opening
wide, I pushed the ball into my mouth. I munched as best I
could,
and then worked my jaws a few times to try to seat the ball
comfortably (in this case, comfortably is a relative word). When
I was satisfied it was as good as it was going to get, I began to
fasten the very many straps: under my chin, behind my head and
over
the top of my head. Glancing in a mirror, I saw my face with
this
huge red ball in the mouth and black straps going around either
side of my nose and over the top of my head and around my head.
I
giggled and felt proud of myself.
For reasons I can not even begin to guess at, even to this day, I
just touched my slit. It was wet! Discovering this, I was
nearly
paralysed. Had I changed so much that putting on a heavy pair of
boots, leg irons and gagging myself had become a turn-on? I
don't
know how long I remained immobile. Maybe it was the especially
loud chirping of a bird, maybe it was Neil rustling in the bed,
maybe I just came to -- I don't know, but finally, I managed to
think again. Determining to continue, I put the discovery aside,
assuring myself my slit had become wet before for seemingly
innocuous reasons.
I found a small padlock, and hooked that to a slot at the back of
the gag. Like the leg irons, the gag wasn't going to come off
without a key. The wrist manacles were ones I hadn't worn
before.
They had a longer connecting chain and, what appeared to be, a
more
formidable cuff. The keys were in them and I had to twist the
keys
to lock them. Okay, I now had leg irons and manacles on ankles
and
wrists, and a gag in my mouth. What else?
I found two metal hoops, one larger than the other, but both were
larger than wrist or ankle. Picking up the smaller of the two, I
examined it. It was padded at the edges and had the same sort of
lock as the leg irons. I turned it over and wondered where it
could be worn....my neck! Very carefully, I opened it and then
put
it about my neck. I was right, it was a collar. With no
hesitation, I closed it about my neck, and then twisted the key
and
removed it. The other hoop was obviously a belt, and I quickly
discovered I was correct, and I locked it also.
But there had to be more. I found several short lengths of chain
and several locks. I had no idea of what went where, but very
soon, I had connected the chain between my leg irons with the
chain
between my wrist manacles. Another chain connected my collar and
my manacle chain. Two other chains connected my manacles to the
belt. One last chain connected my collar in back with my leg
iron
chain.
This was a fairly formidable collection of restraints. I had
limited mobility of my arms but I could still walk about, barely.
I was also pleasantly surprised about the weight.
Feeling very pleased with myself, I wanted to display my
restraints
to Neil; yet, I was also aware it might not be the best idea to
go
over and shake him awake. And then I hit on it: breakfast. I
moved as quietly to the kitchen as I could and put on the coffee,
and then began to fry bacon.
I was puttering along fairly well, having set the table, and had
just poured myself a cup of coffee, when I felt breath on the
back
of my neck, and then Neil's arms embraced me. Or at least he
tried, saying, "That's some get up. Turn around and let me look
at
you."
Smiling, I did so, and noticed his erection as I did. He had
stepped back and whistled. "You really did yourself up proud.
Some of those, we hadn't tried yet. What gave you the idea?"
I hmmmmmm'd.
"What, oh yeah, the gag. Go ahead and take it off."
I hmmmmm'd again, and turned my head so he could see the lock.
Neil left the room and returned with the tiny key and removed the
head-harness ball gag.
"Well," I said when I was able to speak, "whatever gave me the
idea, I see it was the right idea," inclining my head toward his
cock.
"Huh, oh, yeah. Well, how WOULD you expect me to react when I
come
out to eat breakfast and find my girl all chained up?"
Well, anyway, we did manage to get to breakfast.
When we finished, I said, "How about a walk?"
"Like that?"
"Sure, why not? It was my doing. I'm sort of proud of it. We
won't be able to walk too fast."
"Gagged?"
"Up to you," I said, "whether we talk to each other or you talk
to
me."
I was gagged.
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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 3/3
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Hi,
I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.
There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.
The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply.
I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.
Bye for now.
Anakha
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like
bondage
mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further.
I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would
find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.
Part 3
5/1: Neil and I are going to the woods again. I'll get some
out-door bondage. I really like it. It's altogether different.
Of
course, it can't be as elaborate, but the thrill of being tied,
helpless, outdoors, is an added item. Neil said this could be
our
last outdoors at the cabin because more and more people are
coming
up for the pleasant summer months and will be out and about.
Seeing my disappointment, he said we might be able to use a
hunting
cabin of a friend's, but it was further away, so we'd be gone
longer than a weekend.
..........................
5/3: I tried something new last nite. Neil tied my arms
together
behind my back and made my elbows touch. When he suggested it, I
didn't think it could be done. It sure did put a lot of strain
on
my shoulders but I managed without an excessive amount of stress.
I was aghast when I saw myself in the mirror: my tits were like
ten
gallon buckets. Neil laughed at my evaluation, and said on
another
occasion, he could tie them when they were like that. He asked
detailed questions about my discomfort with my elbows tied, and I
only seriously complained about the rope burning as he tightened
the ropes. He then said he would buy me a single glove, which
would do the same thing but without ropes. He took several
measurements of me. Tomorrow, we go to the woods again.
................................
5/7: This was a good trip. I wore the same things on the way up
and was bound the same way. Nothing very remarkable in this for
I
am frequently bound the same way in the car.
Since we left early on Friday, we got there before noon. After
Neil checked us in, he came back to the car and released me,
saying
we could walk in the woods for a couple hours since no one else
was
due to check in for several hours. I surmised that meant a nude
walk in the woods. Having done it before, I wasn't worried; in
fact, there was a tingle in my clit.
As we unloaded the car, I noticed a log about six feet long.
Neil
told me to carry it into the cabin. I wasn't sure I could, but I
found it to be lighter than I had imagined. Still, as I lugged
in,
I wondered what it was for.
I found out very quickly. Knowing the drill, I stripped down to
my
timberlands, and stood waiting for the portable pillory.
Instead,
Neil picked up the log and put it on my shoulders, behind my
head.
He told me to wrap my arms under and over it. I tried, but it
wasn't too comfortable, so he suggested I wrap them over and
under
it. This too was uncomfortable, but it was better. He asked me
which I preferred and I said over and under. Nodding, he picked
up
rope and quickly bound my arms to this log. As he was doing it,
I
asked if I was going to be carrying this tree around on my back,
and he simply said yes. When he didn't put the clips on my
nipples, I knew I was supposed to concentrate on the experience
of
carrying this log on my shoulders.
At the end of a half hour, it had become quite a burden. Finally
I said to Neil I could no longer hear the birds. He understood
and
we turned back to the cabin.
............................
5/13: I carried that log on my shoulders again today. It was in
Neil's garage. He'd moved the car out and shoved other things
against the wall. Must have had it tied to me for nearly three
quarters of an hour. I didn't walk all the time, in fact, I
suppose I sat half the time.
5/20: We're going to his friend's hunting cabin for the memorial
day weekend......My single glove arrived yesterday. Neil called
me
and told me it had arrived. Unfortunately, I won't get to see it
for two more days.
............................
5/23: The glove is marvelous. There are straps that go over my
shoulders and which cross over my tits and then under my armpits
to
hold it up. It laces from fingertips to biceps and then, to make
it more secure, there are three straps that wrap around my arms
at
the biceps, below the elbows and at the wrists.....I was laced
into
for an hour......We leave in two days.
..........................
5/31: Well, I found out the purpose of the log I've been carrying
on my shoulders. I am shocked, and I wonder if I can continue to
see Neil. He has introduced me to new pleasures and an
understanding of my body that still amazes me. Still, what he
wants to do now, well, I'm not sure.
...............................
6/2: I haven't seen Neil since we went to the hunting cabin.
He's
called me to see how I am, but he says it's my choice as to where
we go from here. I still don't know.
.................................
6/5: We arrived at the cabin. It was really isolated. I knew
we'd be alone.
After unloading the car, and noting the log, I again dressed --
er,
undressed to nothing but my timberlands. Expecting the log to be
placed on my shoulders, Neil surprised me by asking about my
blood
pressure and if I had glaucoma. Somewhat confused, I said as far
as I knew, my pressure was okay and I knew there was no glaucoma.
I then asked him what that was all about, and he said that today
I
would be suspended by my ankles. It is now a mark of my trust in
Neil that this didn't worry me at all. If he thought it was okay
to hang me by my ankles, then I was willing to try it.
Of course, it was done outside. He had some block and tackle in
the shed, and he secured it to a tree limb about twelve feet off
the ground. Standing nude, in my boots, I giggled as I watched
him
shimmy up the tree and secure one end of the block to that limb.
Very quickly, I was seated on the ground under that block. My
bare
buns were resting on the pine needles, but that didn't bother me
at
all. In fact, as I sat there, with my legs spread, the odor from
my already excited cunt, mixed in with the pine smell, was quite
pleasant. My ankles were tied together and the hook on the other
block was secured to my ankle ropes. Almost with urgency, Neil
then began to haul on the rope dangling from the upper block.
The
ropes began to tighten and then my feet started going up. I lay
there, watching my feet climb that rope. Eventually, my
ass-cheeks
began to leave the ground and my weight was on my shoulders.
Then,
my shoulders started to leave the ground and I started to turn a
bit. Neil gave a mighty heave and my whole body was off the
ground, with my hair dragging in the grass and dirt. My hands
were
still on the ground and I was using them to keep from turning,
and
then he hoisted me some more so that my hands were free of the
ground. I was totally suspended from my ankles.
The view was crazy. Everything was up-side down. I could not
help
myself from spinning, but Neil did slow it so that I turned
slowly.
When Neil asked if I could handle it, I told him I didn't see why
not.
I hung that way, that first time, for two hours.
We napped, and I bathed. Then, perky again, I asked Neil what
was
next. He suggested a walk, and I agreed, knowing I'd be carrying
that log. I wasn't wrong. I accepted my burden without question
and minced my way out of the cabin, and we walked. The log
didn't
seem such a load as it had been that first time and when we
stopped
after a while, and Neil asked me how I was doing, I said okay,
and
how long had we been walking. When he said a half hour, I
thought
he was joking and said it didn't seem that long. He then asked
if
I was becoming more accustomed to the log, and I said I was. He
said good, and suggested we walk further.
I guess I carried that log on my shoulders for an hour's walk.
At
last we came back to the cabin and I went towards the door. Neil
said I should sit and rest a bit. Always before, when we
returned
from these walks, Neil had immediately removed the log, but this
time he made no move to do so. Somewhat baffled, I simply sat.
What happened next stunned me. Neil moved a wooden platform with
wheels near where I was sitting. It was about three feet high
and
about four feet square. In the middle, were a set of steps that
led to the middle of the platform. He then disappeared and
returned with another log. This one he placed into a hole in the
platform, so that it was upright. On the top of this log was a
long, metal spike. I starred at this a long time, and suddenly,
I
knew.
If there had been any doubt, Neil walked over to me and said he
wanted to crucify me! I was stunned, and shocked, and shortly
began to cry. I told Neil that I liked what he did to me to make
my body respond. I even enjoyed carrying the log, but I just
couldn't let him crucify me. Not being sure of my reasoning, he
began to explain that of course he didn't want to kill me. Then
he
talked about crucifixion as a form of bondage. He pointed out
that
I had experienced the X frame and that this was a variation.
I continued to cry, and asked Neil to untie me, and to put away
the
platform.
..........................
6/15: The weekend had been ruined. Oh, I was tied again, but
there
was a block between us. I even tried to carry the log on my
shoulders again, but I could only manage a fifteen minute walk.
What could I do?
.........................
6/16: Neil has invited me to go to the cabin again. I just can't
say yes.
............................
6/17: He called again. Oh, what to do. I do like bondage. But
crucifixion................how can I?
..........................
6/18: About 11 last nite, I couldn't stand it anymore. I called
Neil to see if he minded me coming over at that time. When I got
there, I asked just to be chained. He agreed, and I spent the
nite
chained to the post in the garage. Before he left for work, he
unlocked my chains. I called in sick at work. Then, I went to
his
bathroom and took a long, hot shower. I then took the leg irons
and locked them on my ankles and lay down to take a nap.
It was after noon when I awoke. Forgetting the leg irons, I
tried
to swing one leg off the bed, and then giggled when I felt the
other leg jerk. I got up and shuffled around the room. I
thought
of unlocking the leg irons, but then decided not to do it.
I knew what I was going to do long before I did it. Finally, I
gave in and went to the garage. I had spotted my log against the
wall while I had been chained to the post last nite. With some
difficulty, I managed to get it on my shoulders. It felt far
less
secure without the ropes tieing it to me, but I managed to hold
it
as I walked around the garage. Finally, after about an hour of
walking and sitting, I put the log back. I unlocked my leg irons
and left Neil a note saying I'd be back later.
..........................
6/19: I returned about nine. I was wearing my t-shirt, levis,
timberlands combination. He kissed me like he's never kissed me
before. I asked if he would tie the log to me, and he nodded. I
quickly removed everything and then put back the timberlands and
went to the garage. He had me sit and I accepted the log on my
shoulders. This time, he used more rope to tie me. I quickly
figured out that this was his way of showing me how the log would
be tied to me if I ever went through with the crucifixion.
I stood up slowly, and then turned slowly. I dipped one arm,
making the other go up, and reversed that. I jumped up and down
to
get the feel of the weight of the log. I walked and I turned.
After an hour, I asked Neil to release me.
..........................
6:22: I'm going to do it. I just called Neil and told him.
Curiously, he was not elated. He told me to come over.
..........................
6/25: I had to explain carefully to Neil what had led me to
change
my mind. I told him quite truthfully that my religious scruples
had argued against crucifixion. Still, I knew deep down that
this
was just another way of being bound, and I wanted to do
it.....We'll go to the cabin over the July 4th weekend.
..........................
6/27: Last nite started as a very tranquil nite. I asked Neil
to
lace me into my single glove. I really do like that thing. Of
course, it is not easy to wear. I mean, it surely does put a
strain on my shoulders but I do get a kick out of the way my tits
stick out. My arms do get numb, but I don't let that bother me.
Neil had me sit beside him and we examined a couple of his fetish
catalogs together. Teasingly, I pointed out to Neil that an
elegant, black leather single glove and my timberlands didn't
match. So he asked me what I had in mind -- to go barefoot? I
giggled, and just then he flipped the page of one catalog to
boots.
Spying a knee high, high heel pair, I said like those in the
upper
left. He looked and then he grinned. He laid aside the catalogs
and got up and left the room.
I was curious as to what was up. In a couple minutes, he
returned
with a box. It was all taped up. He said that it had arrived
only
two days ago and he had been saving it for our July 4 trip, if we
went, but since I had brought it up, he'd give it to me now. He
set the box down on my and lap and told me to open it. I was
non-pulsed, and then I looked up at him helplessly. He caught my
mood,
and suggested didn't I want my present, and I said I had no
hands.
He said I still had teeth. So I bent over and tried to pull the
tape with my teeth. Neil began to laugh and I tried harder but
the
box just fell off my lap. So I kneeled beside it and tried.
Finally, he took pity and opened the box, and he withdrew a pair
of
the same kind of boots I had suggested. They were beautiful, but
I was shocked by the height of the heel up close.
I wanted to have them on me right away. Neil sensed my mood and
suggested maybe it was time for me to have some relief from the
glove. I glowed as he unlaced me. Of course, for several
minutes,
my numb arms simply hung at my sides.
Several times I tried to move my arms before the feeling had been
completely restored, only to not be able to control them. I
giggled, and even he guffawed. Finally, in a humorous tone, Neil
asked if I would like his help. Thankfully, I nodded.
Surprisingly, he handed me a small package a pair of stay-high
nylons. He sat on the floor at my feet and began rolling first
one
stoking and slipping it up my leg and then the other. Then he
held
one boot open and I managed to lift my foot and slide into the
boot. He helped me force my heel into the heel of the boot, and
then he began the tedious task of lacing it up. The other boot
was
soon on my other leg, and fully laced. Neil stood up, and held
out his hands to me. By now, I was able to move my arms, and
reached up to his hands. Gently, but steadily, he pulled me to
my
feet, or rather to my toes, for the heels on the those boots were
so high that I was literally standing on my toes.
Then, at my side, Neil walked beside me as I took my first,
tentative steps. I was immediately struck by how much my pelvis
jutted out in front of me. It was as if I was pushing my crotch
forward. My steps were very uncertain, but then since I've
always
liked high heels, my confidence grew, and I began to take longer
steps. I allowed Neil's hand to fall away, and I struck out on
my
own. Growing in confidence, I took a normal sized step......and
almost fell. Just at the last moment, I regained my balance, and
continued to walk though with cautiously shorter steps.
Finally I returned to Neil, embraced him and said, "Neil, these
are
lovely. Thank you so very much."
Somewhat embarrassed, he blushed, adding, "I'm glad you like
them."
I slept in my boots that nite and I was fucked while I wore my
boots that nite and I sucked cock while wearing my boots that
nite.
....................
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