A Colorado Country Girl\'s Self Bondage

A Colorado Country Girl’s Self Bondage

CH 55

Brad shrugged off my requests to go to marriage counseling and his nastiness toward me continued. He became rude to me in public and seemed to enjoy embarrassing me, especially in front of my mother. I tried to get him to be nice by making a wonderful Christmas dinner but he got drunk and ruined everything. It was the final straw and I filed for divorce.

       I asked him to move out but he refused, so I called MAC to ask for the name of a good attorney. MAC not only arranged for one to meet with me, he sent a paralegal to talk to Brad. The paralegal was a large tough looking man. He took Brad into another room and had a private conversation. I started to follow them but the attorney held me back. They were in the room only about ten minutes but when they came out Brad looked pale and agreed to move out.

       Brad disappeared shortly after I filed for divorce and MAC had to track him down to be served with the papers. Once again the tough looking paralegal handled the matter, and returned that very day with Brad’s signature on the necessary documents. Brad did not contest the divorce and agreed to pay child support and to let me keep the house.

       I thanked MAC in the way he liked best; I gave myself to him for an entire weekend of slavery.

       Denise watched my little girl from Friday night until Monday morning. MAC came to the house and I met him at the door naked on my knees. He buckled a slave collar on my neck and took me to the bedroom. He tied me wide open on the bed and whipped the insides of my thighs until I was screaming in delight, them he climbed on, slid himself inside me and made wonderful, powerful love to me. During a break he noticed that I’d placed several pictures of my husband around the room.

       “I want to see his face while you take me,” I told him.

       “Wow,” he said. “I didn’t think you were that vindictive.”

       “Not only vindictive,” I said, “But kinky too. It turns me on the think of Brad being forced to watch.”

       “Should I have him kidnapped and chained to the wall, while we make love?” MAC asked wryly.

       “Would you do that for me?” I asked. The idea was fantastic!

       “No, and I wouldn’t do that to any man either,” he said. “I may be a sadist but I won’t be that cruel.”

       I wriggled in my bonds. “Well then, would you be cruel to me some more? How about whipping my pussy?”

       “Oh, all right, since you insist.”

       I fantasized that Brad was chained spread eagled and naked on the wall of my bedroom, and that his cock was very big while he watched MAC fuck me.

            MAC kept me tied up, whipped, and most satisfyingly screwed all night. The next morning he took me to the dungeon.

       I rode in the trunk of MAC’s car in a tight hog tie. (It was my idea). He parked at the rear and opened the trunk. He lifted me out and removed enough of my ropes so that only my wrists and ankles were tied, then I could hop inside. It felt very sexy and daring to be hopping across the driveway naked in the early morning light. I hoped that the neighbors were watching.

Inside Mac started off by tying me very tightly to an X frame, then the played with my pussy. He played with me until I honestly thought that I was going to go out of my mind. He caressed, and tickled and stroked me, and slapped my pussy and breathed on it for hours, but he wouldn’t put anything inside, not his fingers, not a dildo, and especially not his cock. It didn’t matter how much I begged and sobbed and shrieked he wouldn’t let me come. And he wouldn’t let me down from the cross either.

       Not even when I had to pee. He held a pan between my legs, then washed me with a damp cloth.

       Now that was just about the most humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced (and I’ve experienced a lot).I’ve never been interested in bathroom kink, and I don’t think that MAC was either, he was just determined to keep me in strict bondage as long as I could bear it.

       We started at seven o’clock and MAC took me off the cross at one in the afternoon. He kept me in a fantastic state of excitement the entire time and I had not had an orgasm no matter how close he brought me. I was weak, trembling, babbling like an idiot and my pussy felt like it was raw, but my ordeal wasn’t over. MAC tied me to the bed, legs wide open and screwed me silly. I was almost fainting with exhaustion while he tied me, but the instant that his cock slid inside my pussy I had the wildest earth shaker I could remember. As soon as my heart stopped trying to burst through my chest I fell asleep (or more likely fainted) but woke up to find MAC still pumping atop me. I smiled hazily at him, had another orgasm, and didn’t remember another thing until dinner time.

       Dear, sweet, wonderful MAC kept doing things like that all weekend.

       I continued my modeling and porn career while maintaining my job for the government. I even began writing some scripts and offered them to the photographers and directors. We made a ninety minute movie about my experiences at the police station, although I left out the fact that originally I had consented to be arrested. In the movie I was an innocent young woman who liked to dress naughtily, and was arrested on a case of mistaken identity. We acted out all of my experiences from being handcuffed and searched on the street to riding in the police car with my legs apart, to being tied up in a jail cell all night. We put in the scene where I was screwed with a police woman’s baton on a desk, and added a part where a number of male cops (and a janitor) came by the holding cell for oral sex. My character was so naïve that she had never experienced bondage before, but by the time she’d undergone all the bondage and sex she was hooked. The movie ended with her being released, and running back to the same street corner wearing even skimpier clothes and jiggling her boobs at every passing police car hoping to arrested again.

       I negotiated a percentage of the film’s take and made a ton of money. That led to writing more scripts and I became a minor celebrity in the California fetish porn industry.

       I was invited to a lot of parties, and orgies but stopped going when I saw the amount of drug usage. I’m proud to say that despite all my other vices, I’ve never indulged in drugs of any kind.

       But I definitely kept my kinky life style and I found some outlets in the strangest places.

       

       I was picking up my little girl at school one afternoon. She was in the second grade and I was chatting with some of the other mommies as we waited for the bell to ring. One woman joined our group and she visibly started when she looked at me. I noticed that she stared at me every afternoon, and finally she approached me.

       “I apologize for staring,” she told me. “My name is Karla, and I was sure that I’d seen you somewhere before.”

       I was in my normal mother mind set and asked where we might have met. I was stunned when she told me that she had many of my movies at home.

       “And lot’s of your magazine pictures too,” she added.

       I tried to pretend that I had no idea what she was talking about, but she smiled knowingly and shook her head. “I know who you are,” she said, using my stage name, “And I am a great admirer. So is everyone in our bondage club.”

       “Bondage club?”

       “Yes, we meet once a month and swap slaves,” she said. “We have a dungeon set up in a basement.”

       Uh oh. I didn’t know what to say.

       I was saved for the moment when the kids came pouring out of school. I scooped my little girl in my arms and practically ran home. I was a nervous wreck that evening. The conversation with Karla had gotten me excited and I was so tempted to get involved with that bondage club, but I was very nervous. I didn’t know anyone and was really hesitant to get involved with a group of strangers. I avoided Karla for several days.

       Finally, I called Denise and asked if she knew anything about Karla or her group and of course, Denise did.

       “From what I can tell she is ok,” Denise told me. “Mary and I have had sessions with her and we’ve been to bondage parties at the club. If anything, they are probably a little tame compared to what you are used to doing.”

       “Oh?”

       “They mostly go for tying each other up then having sex. I’d say it’s a little like wife swapping with bondage,” Denise went on. “If they ever saw you and Dianne taking a whipping it would probably scare them to death.”

       “That might be fun,” I mused.

       “What?”

       “Having them watch me take a real flogging.”

       “Probably,” she shrugged. “Want me to set it up?”

       “Maybe, let me think about it a little longer, but I might just be in the mood to shock some people.”

       I decided to do it and I talked it over with Dianne. She was ready in an instant and we asked Mary and Denise to help out. I began flirting with Karla at school. I hinted to her that while I played the role of a masochist in my movies, it really was only acting, so I wasn’t sure if I could do what they wanted at a real bondage session.

       She assured me that my limits would be respected, and besides, they weren’t serious sadists.

       “Well. Ok,” I said hesitantly, “If you’re sure.”

       I agreed to come to the party if I could bring a friend. Denise and Mary called Karla and asked for an invitation too, without revealing that they knew me.

       The bondage club met in a basement at someone’s house. The basement was converted to a low key dungeon of sorts, but nothing like the one that Denise and Mary owned.

       The night of the party Dianne and I arrived and the club was having cocktails in the living room. We were dressed sedately and looked nervous, although Dianne snorted derisively when she looked over the crowd.

       “Amateurs,” she whispered to me. “Play acting.”

       “Then we will just have to open their eyes,” I replied.

       The people of the club crowded around and talked about my movies. I told them that they should remember that I was only an actress and this would be my first ‘real’ bondage session. I confessed that I was a little nervous. I introduced Dianne as my older sister who’d come along to make sure that things didn’t get out of hand. They assured me that my limits would be respected. I caught the look on Dianne’s face and I knew that she was thinking that I had no limits.

       It was rather nice to be treated like a celebrity. Several asked for my autograph.

       After idle chitchat we adjourned to the basement. Dianne groaned in dismay at the silly ‘dungeon’.

“This looks like a setup for a kid’s Halloween party,” she muttered.

She was right, there were more plastic skulls and dime store daggers on the walls than bondage equipment.

Everyone began undressing but Mary had coached us. Dianne and I kept out clothes on and looked uncomfortable as everyone else got naked. The people looked at us expectantly, but before we could do anything Mary and Denise walked in.

Denise said not a word, she just marched up to Dianne and slapped her very hard across the face. Dianne fell backwards onto the floor, (making sure that her legs were sprawled open. She was wearing ladylike high waist cotton panties). Before she could move Denise pounced on her, rolled her onto her stomach and handcuffed her hands behind her back.

I let out a small scream when Mary grabbed me and handcuffed my wrists, then I was thrown to the floor too.

Mary sat on me (and rubbed her crotch against my hips) while Denise methodically ripped Dianne’s clothes to shreds. Dianne acted stunned for a moment, then began struggling. Denise slapped her hard several times and was rewarded with a piteous plea for mercy. Dianne began fighting to get to her feet but she was no match for Dianne. Once Dianne was naked (entirely, stark naked, Denise tore those grandma panties to shreds) Denise began beating her. She slapped and punched Dianne, yanked her head from side to side by her hair, and choked her. Dianne is a good actress. Instead of her normal spitfire defiance, she cried and begged and sobbed like a little virgin.

The audience watched in astonishment as Denise rolled the semi conscious Dianne into a hogtie and cuffed her ankles to her wrists. Then she turned to me.

Mary hauled me to my feet and yanked my skirt up. I was wearing pink lacy panties, but they weren’t too revealing, until they were yanked down to my ankles. The club members gasped when my pussy came into view. Mary thrust he hand between my thighs and explored my pussy while Denise ripped my clothing off.. I mean they ripped them. Every garment was in shreds.

When I was naked they marched to a spot beneath a ceiling hook and hoisted me up by my wrists. Then the whipping began. 

We had agreed that this would be for real, show or no show. Dianne and I were to get the whippings of our lives that night, and since it was my idea, I got to go first.

I’d spent an entire week anticipating that night. I had refrained from sex with MAC and hadn’t even touched myself, but I did tie myself up every chance and read every naughty bondage story I could find. By the night of the party I was very horny.

Denise stood on one side of me, Mary on the other, and they whipped me.

They began with light floggers, then progressed to larger and larger whips until they were using short bull whips. We had to use short ones because the basement was too small to swing a full sized one. (Did you know that the phrase ‘Room to swing a cat’ originated in the British navy when they flogged their men for infractions of discipline?)

I screamed and cried and cursed and pretended to slowly begin to enjoy it. The club watched with their mouths agape as my first orgasm hit. I shook the rafters with that one and I wasn’t pretending. I had the most wonderful experience I’d ever had, and before I stopped squealing I had about three more orgasms.

Denise and Mary were soaked with perspiration and took a break. Then they took me down, hogtied me on the floor and strung up Dianne. She begged for mercy but as her whipping progressed she too began to ‘enjoy’ it. She was soon demanding that they hit her harder, and was soon rattling the windows with her first orgasm of the evening. Then she reverted to her defiant bitch persona.

Dianne took her whipping with all the frantic wildcat madness that she could muster, and when she had orgasms she let everyone know it. They whipped her for the same length of time as me but when they finished they didn’t take her down. Instead they stood me up, tied a hangman’s noose around my neck, threaded the rope through a hook and tied the other end around Dianne’s neck, then they tightened the nooses until we were on tiptoe. After that they walked away and mingled with the club.

The club members had watched our torment in stunned silence, although all the men sported huge erections, and most of the women were slightly glassy eyed.

The noose around my neck was tight and I was afraid that I might lose consciousness. Dianne looked at me and smiled sweetly and shook her breasts. 

I was so hot that I was close to having another orgasm.

The noose around my neck was tight and it was hard to breathe, and while I knew that no one would let us die, it was so dangerous and so thrilling that I couldn’t believe it. Dianne stared into my eyes as we trembled on tiptoe, then she grinned evilly and let herself drop. My feet came off the floor.

The noose tightened painfully, a pressure built in my head and an orgasm flashed through me. One of the men rushed over, took me in his arms and held me up. I was very conscious of his cock pressing against my leg. Another man lifted Dianne up.

“Leave me alone,” she hissed at him, when he’d loosened her noose, “Either that, or fuck me.”

“Same here,” I croaked to my man. He stared in astonishment as I twisted around in his arms, then wrapped my legs around his body. I was concentrating on capturing his cock in my pussy that I forgot about the noose. He loosened his arms and the rope took my weight. I had another orgasm.

The man held me up and began screwing me. I crossed my ankles behind his back and pumped as much as I could manage. From the noises behind me I knew that Dianne and her guy were doing the same thing.

When the man came he spurted a gallon of semen into me, and he was instantly replaced by another man.

There seven men in the club, and we screwed every one of them.

After the last man staggered away from us, Mary removed the nooses and was immediately rewarded with a vicious kick from Dianne. Denise and Mary strung her up by her ankles with her legs wide apart, then Mary began methodically raking her nails in Dianne’s inner thighs.

I had dropped to the floor and when I regained my breath I crawled to Mary and bit her calf. I bit her hard.

Mary screamed and spun around. She slapped me so hard that I saw stars. I fell back, opened my legs and humped upwards offering my thighs. They got clawed too, so cruelly that they hurt for weeks. (And I had another delicious orgasm).

When I could focus my eyes I noticed that the room was nearly empty. Some of the club members had paired up and left the room. They were screwing in all parts of the house.

Denise took over tormenting Dianne while Mary attended to me. Dianne was mocking Denise, asking her if she didn’t know how to hurt a woman, so Denise showed her what she knew. She sank her claws in Dianne’s crotch so fiercely that Dianne screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Within moments the club’s members came scrambling back, wide eyed and horrified at what Denise was doing to Dianne. The owner of the house told Denise to keep Dianne from screaming so loud. He was afraid that the neighbors would hear. Denise answered by gagging Dianne and me. Then she attacked Dianne’s pussy again. Dianne later told me that that was the worst (best?) pain she’d ever experienced in her life.

After two hours the party degenerated into a simple orgy. Dianne and I were left alone in hogties while everyone else had sex. I didn’t mind because my body was one huge mass of pain. Dianne was smiling to herself in her bonds. Denise and Mary collected us, set us on our feet and led us out to their car naked. They’d brought bathrobes and wrapped us in them, then drove us home. We didn’t worry about leaving our ruined clothes, we’d worn old dresses knowing they would be destroyed.

I’d arranged for a friend to keep my daughter over night so when I got home Denise tended to my wounds and put me to bed. Mary took Dianne to her apartment. Dianne told me later that Mary tied her spread open on her bed and ate her pussy for hours.

“Mary just licked your pussy?” I asked, “She didn’t torture you or anything?”

“No, she just made me feel heavenly,” Dianne sighed happily.

That reminded of something. “Do you know that not one of the women at that party made us eat their pussies?” I commented.

She thought for a moment. “I believe that you’re right,” she said. “Only their men screwed us. The women didn’t touch us.”

“We have to do something about that,” I said. “We must teach those ladies the joys of lesbian sex.”

“Right, let’s get Mary and Denise to kidnap them to our dungeon then tie them together and force them to eat each other.”

“Hmm, we might have to put on a demonstration,” I said, “Just to show them the proper way to do it.”

“Good idea. Should we bring their husbands to watch?”

“No, let’s just make it a girls’ night out.”

“Ok.

The next Monday at school I saw Karla. I smiled brightly as I walked up to her. She looked at me in utter amazement.

“How can you even walk after what they did to you?” she gasped.

“Oh, I’ve had worse,” I replied lightly. “Besides, I had at least ten fantastic orgasms last night.”

“You must be kidding,” she whispered.

I shook my head slowly.

“Then, that really wasn’t your first time being tortured,” she demanded.

“Heavens no,” I laughed. “I’ve been tying myself up since high school.”

“You lied to me,” she said indignantly.

“Forgive me,” I said. “But it was so much fun shocking your friends. Now tell me that you weren’t entertained.”

She smiled and blushed

Then I leaned forward. “We’ll invite you to a torture session at my dungeon. It’s a real torture chamber and you can be a victim,” I said, “Right beside me. Think you can take it?”

She stepped back in alarm. I chuckled and walked away. I got a few yards when she called to me.

“Mary.”

I turned.

“I’ll be there,” Karla said.