Chapter 1
The Bondage Fan
Although bondage fans come from all walks of life and have no
particular characteristics which distinguish them as such, Dale J.
can be considered a typical bondage fan. A thirty-one-year-old
bachelor, Dale has a college degree and works as a junior
executive with a large corporation head-quartered in New York
City. He has been interested in bondage since his late teens, and
has an extensive library containing most of the literature on the
subject. In addition, he has a large collection of bondage
equipment which has been obtained at no little expense. The main
bedroom of his Manhattan apartment doubles as a bondage studio,
and various bondage items are permanently on display along one
wall. Friends and casual acquaintances find the display quite
kinky, but do not realize that most of the items have a practical
application from time to time.
For the past three years, Dale has shared his apartment with
his steady girlfriend, Judy. Like many young people, Dale and
Judy are not opposed to marriage as an institution but do not
consider it right for them. Therefore, they have elected to live
together without benefit of clergy, Judy is a leggy blonde in her
mid-twenties who stands five feet, eight inches in her stocking
feet and has an eye-catching 37-24-36 figure. She comes from the
Midwest and works as a secretary.
Prior to becoming acquainted with Dale, Judy had had no
experience with bondage. In fact, she had never even heard of it.
Dale introduced her to bondage quite slowly, and to their mutual
delight Judy soon found it quite exciting to play the role of the
trussed-up and completely helpless victim. After she moved in
with Dale, weekend bondage sessions beginning on Friday evening
after work became a regular practice with the two of them. During
the past three years, Judy has acquired various costumes and items
of clothing designed to emphasize her role as the helpless victim.
Although no two bondage sessions are alike, a typical bondage
session took place one Friday evening after Dale had secured an
important promotion at work. Before going to work that morning,
he had as usual left detailed instructions for the type of costume
Judy was to be wearing when he returned that evening. He was
therefore in an expectant mood when he unlocked his door and
stepped into the living room. As he expected, the lights were on
but the room was deserted. "Come on, let's don't play hide and
seek!" he called out in a pleasant voice.
It was a moment before July appeared, blushing prettily and
looking rather meek and embarrassed. The comely blonde had
dressed exactly in the manner he had instructed: skin-hugging
white cashmere sweater worn over a black brassiere, brief, black
leather miniskirt that barely covered her hips and which was
hemmed to end a full two inches above her tautly suspendered black
nylon stockings, slave anklet, and expensive black leather sandals
with four-inch spike heels that left her slender feet steeply
arched.
Teetering a little precariously on her spike heels, Judy
self-consciously presented herself for inspection. Having been
raised in a somewhat repressive atmosphere, she had never fully
accommodated herself to Dale's exotic ideas about costuming, and
often found herself exquisitely embarrassed when required to
appear in front of him in such outfits. Dale whistled
appreciatively as he looked her over, quickly noting the
highlights. The outline of her black brassiere was fully visible
beneath her white sweater, and he found the sight quite appealing.
And although Judy self-consciously tugged at the hem of her brief
leather skirt, she could not conceal the intriguing display of
black stocking tops and milk-white thighs. Her long, full, and
shapely legs were almost breath-catching in the black stockings
and high-heeled sandals.
"Please, Dale!" Judy protested, blushing warmly beneath her
heavy makeup. "Don't you think this outfit is a little extreme?"
"You look great!" Dale assured her. "I'm really in the mood
to put you through your paces this evening!"
Judy gulped noticeably and her knees buckled slightly. "Now,
please, don't be too hard on me!" she spoke in an unconvincing
manner. "Don't you want your dinner first?"
Dale shook his head. "No. Why don't we go out for a late
dinner afterwards? I'm anxious to get started!"
"All right," Judy answered meekly, looking rather alarmed as
Dale stepped toward her.
Dale gave her leather-clad bottom a familiar smack with his
bare hand. "Let's go into the bedroom, young lady!" he ordered as
if he were speaking to a naughty child.
Looking reluctant and keeping her eyes demurely averted, Judy
quietly accompanied him to the bedroom. From past experience, she
knew that she would be given no advance notice of what was in
store for her and that any suggestions from her would not be
appreciated. Since no two sessions were ever alike, she always
had to contend with the fear of the unknown.
"Put your gloves on," Dale instructed as soon as they entered
the bedroom. He pointed to the long, black kid gloves lying on
the dresser. Judy slowly began working the gloves on and required
some assistance from him to get the job done. The skin-tight
gloves covered her elbows and reached nearly to the short sleeves
of her white sweater. The black leather gloves made a striking
contrast with her white sweater, and made her bondage costume all
the more appealing.
"Put your hands out, palms and forearms together!" Dale
instructed.
Judy obeyed in a somewhat tentative manner, watching closely
to see what would happen next. Taking a length of white
clothesline rope, Dale quickly tied her wrists and forearms
together in a tight but unrestricting manner. Although her gloved
fingers were free to move about, Judy could see that escape was
impossible.
"Dale, I wish you'd tell me what..", Judy's voice trailed off
as he shot her a warning glance.
"You know what happens to girls who talk too much!" he
reminded her.
"Please, Dale! Not a helmet!" Judy pleaded, already
suspecting that it was too late to save her blond head from one of
his discipline helmets.
Dale walked over to the closet to pick out a leather
discipline helmet for his pretty girlfriend. He possessed several
such helmets in various styles which he had acquired over a length
of time. This time he selected a brown leather helmet which
opened with a zipper down the back and had openings only for the
mouth and nostrils. In addition, it was heavily padded at the
ears to severely limit the wearer's hearing.
"Oh, please, Dale!" Judy pleaded in an urgent voice.
"Please, not that! It's so uncomfortable!"
Dale paid no attention to her pleas and in a moment Judy's
blond head began to disappear into the brown leather helmet.
Making sure that it was fitted into place properly and that her
blond hair was gathered completely inside the helmet, Dale pulled
the zipper to completely enclose her head within the helmet. The
bizarre leather garment fit her head quite tightly, distinctly
outlining her features. Completely deprived of all sight and
normal hearing, Judy stood haplessly awaiting her ordeal.
Dale quickly produced a red rubber ball strung on a dowel
stick with ropes at each end, and pressed it against Judy's lips.
With a resigned sigh, Judy meekly opened her pretty mouth as far
as she could to receive the unwelcome object. Without further
ado, Dale shoved the rubber ball between her lips and teeth.
"Mmmmm!" Judy's moan of despair sounded low and faraway as
the ball forced her jaws uncomfortably far apart.
Stepping behind her, Dale quickly and efficiently tied the
two ropes firmly at the back of her neck, thereby forcibly
implanting the gag in her mouth and making it impossible for her
to voluntarily expel it. Deprived of all sight, hearing, and the
ability to communicate verbally, Judy stood meekly helmeted and
gagged. Although the bizarre helmet totally concealed her pretty
blond head, in some strange and exotic manner it seemed to make
her all the more appealing.
Dale brought out a fifteen-foot length of clothesline rope
and securely fastened one end of it to the bonds at Judy's wrists.
Stepping up on the bed, he then worked the opposite end of the
rope through a small hook in the ceiling. Stepping down to the
floor, he slowly began pulling on the rope to take up the slack.
Imprisoned in the private world created by the helmet, Judy had no
idea what he was doing until she felt her arms being pulled
upward. In a moment, Judy's arms were pulled out straight and
Dale was beginning to feel her weight against the rope.
"Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest through the gag, as her arms
were pulled up quite uncomfortably and she found herself standing
on her toes.
Making sure that Judy's spike heels were no longer in contact
with the floor and that she was completely up on her toes, Dale
quickly tied the rope to one of several hooks he had installed in
the baseboard around the room.
"Mmmmmmm!" Judy murmured through her gag, shaking her
helmeted head in a negative manner in a futile effort to protest
the decidedly uncomfortable position.
Dale paused for a moment to cast an appreciative glance at
his attractive and totally helpless prisoner. Her long and
shapely body strained to the utmost, the grotesquely helmeted and
gagged young woman made a beautiful bondage subject. As she stood
high on tiptoe, the lithe muscles in her long and gorgeous legs
were stretched tautly and rippled beautifully beneath her black
nylons. Dale could feel his excitement rising as his eyes moved
from her helmeted head down to the visible outline of her black
brassiere and then down to her long, nylon-clad legs.
Totally helpless and completely at his mercy, Judy knew that
she was helpless to protect herself from the tormenting that was
soon to come. Blindfolded by the gag, she didn't know what to
expect until suddenly she felt masculine hands on her breasts.
Dale manipulated her well-filled brassiere in a deliberately
familiar manner designed both to torment and embarrass her.
"Mmmmm!" Judy's muffled outburst revealed surprise and a
trace of excitement.
Dale abruptly dropped his hands from her breasts and cupped
them around her girlishly plump posterior. Blushing warmly
beneath her helmet, Judy wriggled prettily as she felt his hands
squeezing and fondling her comely bottom in a deliberately
provocative manner. The pretty young woman realized all too well
that he might decide to spank her, and that there would be no way
in the world to stop him.
After tormenting her with his hands for a couple of minutes,
Dale unfastened her leather miniskirt and allowed it to fall to
the floor at her feet. As instructed, she was wearing expensive
black panties and garter belt that matched her brassiere.
Dropping to one knee in front of her, he worked the skirt free
from her feet and tossed it aside. Taking another length of
clothesline rope, he began tying her trim ankles together quite
securely. The white rope stood out starkly against her black
nylons, creating a thoroughly pleasing effect. Next, he took
another length of rope and used it to bind her thighs together
just above the knees. With the two lengths of rope forcing her
long legs tightly together, Judy felt all the more helpless and
under his domination.
"Mmmmmm!" Judy tried to convey her sense of discomfort to her
unseen tormentor, but the rubberball gag forcibly held between her
teeth made her unintelligible.
"We've only started, baby!" Dale replied, although he
realized he was really speaking to himself since the heavy padding
over her ears sealed off her normal hearing completely.
To torment his comely victim all the more, Dale brought out a
metal-studded leather dog collar which had a five-foot-long
leather leash attached to it. He quickly snapped the collar in
place around her white neck. Although completely deprived of her
vision, Judy quickly discerned that once again she had been
confined in that humiliating dog collar and haplessly shook her
helmeted head from side to side in futile protest.
Dale pulled the leash downward between the cleavage of her
breasts and allowed his hands to explore the front of her black
panties. Their dampness revealed that her discomfort was mixed
with arousal. Pulling the elastic waistband of her panties
outward for a moment, he slid the end of the leash inside her
panties and worked it down into the pretty tuft of moist hair.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her
gag. Realizing only too well what her bondage master had in mind
for her, the pretty young woman vigorously shook her helmeted head
in a negative manner and continued trying to make her feelings
known verbally despite the gag.
Dale stepped behind her and allowed himself a moment to
contemplate her prettily rounded, pantie-clad buttocks. Girlishly
plump but not too heavy, the two pretty hemispheres expanded the
thin black panties to the limit. Dale pulled the waistband of the
panties outward at the small of her back and inserted his right
hand. With deliberate slowness be slid his hand along the velvety
smoothness of her buttocks into the moist tuft of hair.
"Mmmmmm!" Judy moaned with a mixture of fear and delight, as
she felt his masculine fingers exploring her most intimate parts.
The prettily helmeted young woman could not refrain from wriggling
as much as her bonds would permit, and was only too well aware
that the telltale moisture that betrayed her inner feelings was
soaking her tormentor's hand.
Dale's exploring fingers discovered the tip of the leash and
he pulled it backward between her legs, allowing the smooth
leather to brush against her vulva. Judy moaned and continually
shook her head to show her opposition to the torments he was
inflicting upon her, although she knew from past experience that
her appeals would be in vain. Dale pulled the tip of the leash up
snugly between the crevice of her satiny buttocks and released the
waistband of her panties to hold it in place. The end of the
leash remained sticking out of the waistband of her panties in a
manner somewhat resembling a tail.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy groaned audibly through the gag. The
thoroughly helpless young woman was keenly aware of the chafing
and humiliating leash resting against her most intimate and
sensitive parts, and tried not to think about its potential for
bizarre torment.
Next, Dale began rolling Judy's white sweater up both in
front and back, working it up in a neatly rolled fashion until her
black brassiere was full on display. Confining and molding Judy's
lush thirty-seven-inch bosom, the steeply pointed cups of Judy's
brassiere stuck out saucily and invitingly. Massaging the two
plump hemispheres in a deliberately familiar manner that left Judy
moaning and squirming, Dale was tempted to remove the brassiere
but decided against it. There were times when he thought a
brassiere was much more erotically appealing than the no-bra look,
and this was such a time.
Lighting a cigarette, Dale decided to take time out to
contemplate his helplessly trussed-up victim. Strung up before
him with her arms extended full length and her toes barely
touching the floor, the long and shapely young blonde was a
picture of delight for the bondage connoisseur. Inspecting her
carefully, Dale did not overlook a single detail of his handiwork:
the brown leather helmet that tightly molded her head, the red
rubber ball forced between her pretty white teeth, the metal-
studded dog collar clasped tightly around her neck and the leash
that disappeared into her black panties and emerged in back, and
the two white ropes that confined her long, shapely, nylon-clad
legs. It had been one of his better efforts, and he decided that
he had better capture the scene on his Polaroid before continuing
with the session.
For her part, Judy could only wait in an agony of suspense
and wonder what ordeal he had in mind for her next. Every muscle
in her lithe young body seemed cramped, and she wondered how much
longer she could endure the strain of being strung up as if she
were on a gibbet. The total deprivation of sight, hearing, and
voice forced her to live in a world apart, having no control
whatsoever over what happened to her, and compelling her to
torment herself by thinking of the things he might do to her.
"You'll enjoy these shots later on, honey!" Dale remarked
idly, as he took several shots of his helpless girlfriend at
various angles.
Setting the camera aside, Dale decided that it was time for
something different. First, he released the rope that held her
suspended in the air by unfastening the knot at the baseboard.
Judy gratefully sank back on her heels and quickly lowered her
gloved arms, which by this time felt almost completely numb from
elbows to fingertips. Dale unfastened the rope attached to the
bonds at her wrists and tossed it aside.
Next, he removed the bonds at her wrists. However, her
gloved arms remained free only for a moment for he quickly retied
them behind her back. This time he employed two leather straps,
using one at the elbows and the other at her wrists, to tie her
arms together in a manner that left her elbows in contact with one
another. This forced her to thrust her prominent bosom forward
even more, leaving her steeply pointed bra cups pointed upward at
a steep angle.
Standing slightly behind her and to her right, Dale grasped
the strap at her elbows to help balance her. With his free hand,
he then grasped the tip of the leash that protruded from the
waistband of her panties and began pulling upward in a gentle but
firm manner.
"Mmmmmmm!" Judy gasped with protest as the leather leash
began to exert pressure against her vulva and buttocks. Shaking
her helmeted head vigorously from side to side, she tried to make
him desist from tormenting her in such a humiliating and
uncomfortable manner. Watching his squirming subject carefully,
Dale continued pulling upward on the leash. Groaning beneath the
gag and wriggling furiously, Judy futilely tried to escape from
the continually increasing pressure of the strap. Finally, the
tormented and nearly frantic young woman realized that she had
only one chance. Despite her precariously high heels and the
bonds on her legs, Judy began to hop around the room much in the
manner of a frightened bunny.
Keeping a firm grip on the strap at her elbows so that she
would not fall, Dale watched his prettily hopping girlfriend with
great pleasure, and kept the leash drawn tight between her legs so
that she would have no choice but to continue hopping in that
undignified manner. Her plump, pantie-clad bottom jouncing nicely
and her nylon-encased legs flashing, Judy gasped somewhat
breathlessly through her gag and continually tried to protest by
wildly shaking her helmeted head in a negative manner. Watching
her undignified performance closely, Dale escorted her back and
forth around the room. The pressure between her legs forcing her
to hop against her will, Judy felt a mixture of humiliation and
sexual excitement at being so completely under his power. The
leather leash was sliding back and forth between the lips of her
vulva, tormenting her in a manner that was both uncomfortable and
exciting.
Dale did not relax the pressure until it became apparent that
his attractive victim was totally exhausted and out of breath.
When he finally released the leash, Judy stopped dead in her
tracks and slowly sank to her knees on the floor to catch her
breath. Dale took time out to enjoy another cigarette and to
contemplate the shapely bondage victim who knelt helmeted and
totally bound in front of him. While trying to catch her breath,
Judy continually attempted to communicate with him but her gagged
words were quite unintelligible. Dale, finding her muted appeals
quite intriguing, kept a steady gaze on his helpless girlfriend.
After finishing his cigarette, Dale decided that it was time
to torment her some more. Seating himself on the side of the bed,
he began pulling the helpless young woman face down over his
knees.
"Mmmmmmm!" Judy, instantly realizing that he intended to
spank her, haplessly tried to protest through her rubber-ball gag.
Almost instinctively, she tried to struggle against the bonds that
confined her arms and legs, but there was no chance of freeing
herself.
With little difficulty, Dale managed to pull his attractive
victim into position over his knees, her long, nylon-clad legs up
on the bed and in full view. Her girlishly buxom, pantie-clad
bottom wriggled anxiously over his lap, the tip of the leather
leash still protruding somewhat grotesquely from the waistband of
her panties. To hold her in position, Dale grasped the end of the
leash with his left hand and gave it a slight tug to take out the
slack. Feeling the sudden pressure from the strap against her
vulva and inside the crevice of her buttocks, Judy shuddered with
a mixture of fear and excitement at having her helpless body
controlled in such a bizarre manner.
With his free right hand, Dale slowly began working her black
panties down. Contrasting vividly with her black panties, her
pink-white buttocks were thoroughly breath-catching as they slowly
came into view. Perfectly rounded and femininely plump, the two
satiny smooth mounds wriggled and flexed in pretty anxiety as Dale
slipped the panties down to the tops of her stockings. Feeling
the soft breeze from the nearby window against her bare charms,
Judy moaned softly through her gag and tried to brace herself for
the spanking to come.
Slap! Dale applied the first spank quite lightly squarely
across her right buttock, letting his hand remain in place for a
moment afterward. The spank stung mildly, and Judy squirmed with
embarrassment and excitement as she felt his masculine palm
resting familiarly on her exposed bottom. The pretty young
secretary always found it exquisitely humiliating to be spanked
like a small child, yet her mortification was always mixed with
sensual arousal.
Judy's right buttock was slightly pink when Dale finally
raised his right hand. Slap! The second introductory spank
landed on her left buttock, and once again Judy wriggled prettily
across his lap. To torment her all the more, he kept a firm grip
on the leather leash between her legs, constantly applying
pressure to her most intimate parts. Forced to move in unison by
the ropes at her knees and ankles, Judy's nyloned legs swung back
prettily as if to protest the violation of her curvaceous
buttocks.
Smack! The third spank landed with a crisp smacking noise
squarely across the crevice of her buttocks.
"Mmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag
but still quite audible. Jerking her helmeted head back both with
surprise and pain, the helpless young woman squirmed involuntarily
and unintentionally managed to pull the leather leash tighter
between her legs. Although the helmet totally blindfolded her,
she instinctively turned her face back over her shoulder in a
futile effort to plead with him to stop.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Working slowly and systematically,
Dale began spanking her plump buttocks with crisp but not brutally
hard spanks. Each smack produced a muffled yelp and a pretty,
almost snakelike wriggle from his comely victim. In a few
moments, Judy's cute bottom was a light shade of pink on both
cheeks and it was quite apparent that the spanks were beginning to
raise the temperature of her pretty nates.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest, although she knew
only too well that she would have to take it as long as he chose.
Smack! Smack! Dale's right hand continued to mete out
punishment to Judy's inviting buttocks, while his left hand
maneuvered the strap between her legs to torment her all the more.
By this time, Judy's pretty bottom was prickling and itching in a
thoroughly irritating manner and feeling quite warm and
oversensitive. Tears formed in her eyes and she found herself
kicking her legs merrily back and forth.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled appeals sounded all the
more urgent.
Slap! Smack! Dale carefully spread the spanks around on her
nicely wide and rotund posterior, watching the flesh turn from
pink to light rose. From time to time, he paused to observe the
intriguing spectacle in front of him. In his opinion, there was
nothing more appealing than a young woman in bondage squirming her
spank-reddened bottom and kicking shapely, nyloned legs back and
forth. Judy's performance did not disappoint him. Wriggling
furiously as the heat continued to build in her attractive bottom,
the helmeted and helpless young woman swung her bound, nylon-clad
legs back and forth in a frantic dance that often left spike heels
pointed toward the ceiling.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled outcries mixed pain and
excitement. The tight-fitting helmet prevented her tears from
draining away properly, leaving her face wet and making her feel
all the more miserable. Driven almost beyond endurance by the
burning, smarting spanks and the leather leash that continually
tormented her most tender areas, the helpless young woman tossed
about wildly on his lap. She was soaking wet between the legs and
that was apparent to both of them.
Smack! Smack! Slap! The continually increasing heat in her
buttocks made each fresh spank more painful than its predecessor,
and produced a correspondingly greater reaction from the hapless
young victim. Gloved fingers clawed furiously in a futile effort
to protect their owner's burning spank-spot, but there was nothing
she could do to secure the slightest relief for herself. Gasping
and at times fearing that she was going to choke on the gag, Judy
sobbed heavily in her helmet and frantically jerked her hips back
and forth on his lap in a mixture of anguish and arousal.
Dale finally paused to assess the results of his efforts.
Judy's lovely buttocks were now an intriguing scarlet all over,
and it was quite apparent that she had had enough for the time
being. Pausing for a long moment to enjoy the combined effects of
bondage, scarlet buttocks, and long, stocking-clad legs, Dale
lifted his tearful victim to her feet. She was quite weak in the
knees and would have fallen had he not supported her.
Pulling a plain, straight-backed chair out to the middle of
the room, he seated her on the chair with her gloved and bound
arms draped over the back. As soon as her bare and freshly
smacked buttocks came into contact with the hard wooden chair,
Judy let out a muffled yell and attempted to get to her feet.
Easily keeping her under control, Dale pushed her back down
against the seat and held her there. A length of clothesline rope
tied around her waist and the back of the chair forced her to
remain seated on the uncomfortable chair. To immobilize her
further, he fastened a length of rope to the bonds at her ankles
and attached it to the back rung of the chair, thereby pulling her
feet well back under the chair and making it impossible for her to
move her legs.
After securely confining his whimpering victim to the chair,
Dale lost no time in working the leash back between her legs once
again. Judy squirmed miserably in her seat as she felt the
leather once again brushing against her most intimate parts, and
tried to protest this bizarre mistreatment by negatively shaking
her helmeted head. Paying no heed to her pleas, Dale stepped
behind her and pulled the leash tautly between the crevice of her
buttocks. Judy arched her back and wriggled frantically as he
fastened the leash to the strap at her wrists in a manner that
left the leash pressing quite tightly against her vulva and
gluteal crevice.
Observing his helpless and inviting victim closely, Dale
proceeded to disrobe completely. His thick maleness was already
standing erect as he thought a-bout the bizarre abuse he was about
to inflict on his totally helpless and provocatively attired young
girlfriend. Looking quite confident and assured of himself, he
walked over to her and stood astride her lap with his erect penis
nearly brushing her helmeted head. Sensing his nearness despite
the confining helmet Judy tensed in her seat in anxious
expectation. Reaching behind her head, he quickly untied the rope
that held the gag in place and removed the rubber ball from her
mouth. Enjoying the sudden relaxation of pressure, Judy did not
attempt to speak but instead tried to relax her aching jaws and
catch a few fresh breaths of air.
Cupping her helmeted head in his hands, Dale quickly pulled
it forward until her lips were brushing against the tip of his
stiff penis. Making no effort to resist the assault he was
planning, Judy took a deep breath and opened her mouth
submissively in a wide oval. Keeping a firm grip on her helmeted
head, Dale slowly began penetrating her inviting mouth with the
head of his thick muscle. Feeling the warm moistness of her mouth
encircling him, Dale paused for a moment to allow her to become
adjusted to it.
Flicking the head of his penis with her tongue and gently
sucking on it, Judy knew that he would soon want a much deeper
penetration and submissively awaited his next move. She didn't
have long to wait. Pulling her helmeted head gently but firmly
forward, Dale inserted his throbbing member slightly farther into
her yielding mouth. Judy swallowed audibly as his husky maleness
forced her jaws widely apart, much in the same manner as the gag
had previously done. Once again he paused for her to become
accustomed to it.
Tormented by the bonds that held her helplessly in her chair
and particularly by the tightly drawn strap between her legs, Judy
squirmed with a mixture of excitement and discomfort as she meekly
sucked on the sturdy masculine bar in her mouth. The pretty young
secretary was an accomplished fellatrix, but always found it more
exciting when forced to perform the act while completely helpless.
Closely watching his hard pen-is disappearing into the
opening in her leather helmet, Dale carefully drew her head
forward until he felt the head brushing against the roof of her
wet mouth. Refraining from the temptation to begin pumping back
and forth, he paused once again to allow her to get used to having
it so far into her mouth. Although it was obviously quite
uncomfortable for her to have it inserted so deeply into her
mouth, Judy's eagerly flicking tongue and audible sucking noises
revealed that she found it more exciting than unpleasant.
With deliberate slowness, Dale began pumping with his pelvic
muscles in order to slide his throbbing member back and forth in
the moist cavity. Watching his glistening pole alternately
disappearing and reappearing inside the leather helmet, he timed
his movements carefully in order to prolong the delightful
sensations as long as possible. He kept both hands clasped on her
helmeted head, gently guiding her head back and forth while at the
same time reminding her that she was fully under his control.
Judy squirmed girlishly in her seat as his probing maleness
continued to torment her mouth and throat, while at the same time
the bonds and the strap between her legs continued to bedevil her
constantly. The combination of the bonds, the leather helmet that
totally imprisoned her blond head, his guiding hands atop her
head, and the thick masculine muscle in her mouth made her feel
completely dominated and mastered, totally feminine and
submissive.
Unable to hold himself back much longer, Dale began pumping
with quick, jerky movements. Although becoming short of breath,
Judy managed to continue flicking her tongue against his slippery
member as it slid back and forth in her mouth. With each forward
thrust, Dale plunged his throbbing member deeply into her mouth.
Finally, he gave one vigorous final thrust and sent his semen
jetting into her mouth.
As if suddenly receiving a severe shock of electricity, Judy
spasmodically jerked against her bonds as she felt the warm, thick
fluid splashing against the walls of her mouth and trickling down
her throat. Dale's hands forcibly held her helmeted head in
position, forcing her to take all of his climax into her mouth.
Judy made no effort to draw away, and submissively swallowed the
murky fluid with audible gulps. Dale was in no hurry to remove
his slowly relaxing member and allowed it to soak in her mouth a
few moments before withdrawing it.
The weekend bondage session had gotten off to an excellent
start ...
* * *
As can be seen from the foregoing example, Dale and Judy are
typical bondage fans in a number of respects. For example, their
activities follow the traditional sexual role pattern in which the
male plays the dominant role and the female plays the submissive
role. This is still the most common relationship among bondage
fans; although, as will be seen in subsequent chapters, other
relationships have been emerging in recent years.
Dale and Judy's bondage activities are likewise typical in
the emphasis upon exotic costuming, bondage positions that have
esthetic appeal, the use of sexual torment, and the use of
relatively mild spanking for the purpose of sexual arousal. Other
bondage fans employ similar techniques in a wide variety of ways
for the purpose of sexual arousal and satisfaction.
Dale's obvious predilection for leather helmets designed to
cut off the victim's sight, hearing, and power of speech is shared
by many other bondage fans. While some do not go to the extreme
of employing discipline helmets, blindfolding and gagging are
typical features of many bondage sessions. Blindfolding seems to
have esthetic appeal for the aggressor, while it affords the
victim the masochistic thrill of being subjected to the unknown.
Gagging, as has been noted, is a sublimated form of fellatio.
Likewise, Dale's bondage techniques are quite typical in that
they stress torment and discomfort, but fall far short of
inflicting real pain or torture upon the victim. Similarly,
sexual torment is employed for the purpose of causing sexual
arousal and not simply for the purpose of humiliating the victim.
The typical modern bondage session has as one of its objectives
sexual excitement for the victim as well as the aggressor. Most
bondage fans strongly object to the use of the word "sadism" in
connection with their activities, and rightly so. Modern bondage
emphasizes restraint for the purpose of sexual arousal and
gratification, and not for the purpose of inflicting pain or
torture upon the victim. Of course, there are exceptions.
Dale's regular weekend sessions are also quite typical in the
sense that most bondage fans strongly prefer to conduct sessions
on a regular, planned basis rather than on an infrequent or casual
basis. Many couples like to hold at least one bondage session a
week, and some even conduct them more frequently. Like Dale and
Judy, there are other couples who like to devote their weekends to
bondage activities. Others arrange their vacations so as to be
able to devote the maximum amount of time to their bondage
activities.
In the following chapters, we will review other examples of
modern bondage practices.
