Chapter 2
The Varieties of Bondage
Bondage fans are not alike in their preferences and can be
divided into various groups and subgroups. For example, as far as
costume preferences are concerned, there appear to be three
principal groups: those who prefer regular clothing worn in an
erotic manner, those who prefer leather apparel, and those who
prefer items of clothing made of rubber. The importance of
leather and rubber apparel to the bondage fan should not be
underestimated; for many devotees of bondage, such items of
apparel are essential props for all sessions. Although it might
seem curious to the uninitiated, bondage fans rarely show a
predilection for completely nude victims. There are exceptions,
of course, but most bondage fans seem to think that a certain
amount of clothing is essential. However, it should be noted that
the clothing worn by the victim may be totally inappropriate as
far as individual modesty is concerned. Thus, for example, it is
quite a common practice for a female victim to be attired only in
garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels or boots.
Bondage fans may also be grouped according to their
preferences for bondage materials. Here again, there appear to be
three principal groups: those who prefer ordinary ropes, those who
prefer bindings made of leather, and a dedicated minority with a
preference for chains or other items made of metal. However,
preferences of this type are not often clear-cut with the result
that most bondage fans do considerable experimentation with the
type of bondage materials they employ.
As far as bondage positions are concerned, bondage devotees
appear to fall into two groups. Some bondage fans insist that the
victim be bound in the same position and in the same manner each
and every session. Others insist upon a variety of positions, the
more the merrier. The latter group is by far the largest, and it
may safely be said that most bondage fans prefer to experiment
with as many positions as they can dream up. In this regard,
bondage fans often show an almost unbelievably fertile
imagination.
As far as accessory equipment is concerned, bondage fans fall
into two groups. One group is content to use ordinary everyday
items such as chairs and beds. Others have a strong predilection
for bizarre and often old-fashioned equipment such as stocks,
pillories, gibbets, and similar devices. Some bondage fans have
large collections of devices of this type, and there are homes
where a spare bedroom or basement room doubles as a bondage
studio. In one case known to the author, a wealthy couple has the
guest house at their estate furnished as a bondage "torture
chamber."
As might be expected, most bondage activities take place
indoors. However, some bondage fans have a strong predilection
for outdoor scenes and perhaps others would too were it not for
such problems as lack of privacy and the vagaries of weather.
Among outdoor bondage fans, forests appear to be the favorite
setting for their activities. Forests provide an isolated and
scenic atmosphere and, in addition, trees serve as a natural prop
for bondage activities. Next to forests in popularity are outdoor
swimming pools where diving boards, ladders, and poolside
furniture provide excellent bondage props. Since the erotic
aspects of dunking are well known, it is not surprising that in
such a setting the bondage victim may be subjected to a variation
of old-fashioned dunking stool. Similarly, in indoor settings
bathtubs and shower stalls are also favorite bondage props.
Thus far, we have examined only the external mechanics of
bondage. As far as personalities and emotional requirements are
concerned, bondage fans may be roughly divided into three broad
groups: dominant, submissive, and those who enjoy playing at both
roles. Such a grouping is only roughly accurate, for within each
group there are wide ranges of individual desires and preferences.
Thus, one person may be highly dominant while another is only
mildly dominant. Similarly, one person may be highly submissive
while another may be only mildly submissive.
According to the traditional view, the male is dominant while
the female is submissive. Today, it must be said that this
viewpoint is a naive oversimplification. Whether one is dominant
or submissive depends on one's emotional requirements and not upon
whether one happens to possess a penis or vagina. Thus, we have
dominant men and submissive men, dominant women and submissive
women, and men and women who can achieve emotional satisfaction
playing either role.
Since one's emotional requirements depend upon that elusive
creation known as the human mind and are in no way related to
one's physical characteristics, the preferences of bondage fans
cannot be determined by their physical appearance. Thus, it is
well known that physically well-built and aggressive men often
like to play the submissive role and achieve great emotional
satisfaction in being put through their paces by an attractive
bondage mistress. Similarly, a petite, shapely, and highly
feminine woman may be quite dominant.
Although bondage activities most frequently take place within
a heterosexual context, bondage activities sometimes have
homosexual connotations. This is patently the case where both the
aggressor and the victim are of the same sex. It is also
subliminally the case in certain situations where, for example, a
dominant female who requires a male victim to wear feminine
clothing may be satisfying her own unconscious lesbian tendencies.
Most bondage sessions are restricted to two individuals but
that is not always the case. Bondage fans frequently make
contacts with others who share their interests, sometimes only to
exchange correspondence but often to arrange meetings. Such
meetings may involve only an inspection of bondage equipment or
photographs, but may also involve a bondage demonstration or a
"swap bondage" session. Wife-swapping clubs composed only of
bondage fans are also known to exist. In addition, couples who
are interested in bondage occasionally like to have a third party
participate in their sessions. In nearly all cases, the third
party is a female. In some cases, the third party serves only as
a nonparticipating witness to the bondage session. To the
uninitiated, this might seem quite puzzling. However, there is a
logical explanation for it. Although most of us are unaware of
it, we all possess some exhibitionistic tendencies. For example,
an extremely modest woman can manage to wear a transparent blouse
or short skirt if persuaded that the dictates of fashion require
her to do so, and in so doing she will satisfy her unconscious
exhibitionistic tendencies. Persons with masochistic tendencies
tend to have stronger exhibitionistic desires than the average
person. Thus, the humiliation of being observed in bondage by a
third person serves to gratify the victim's unconscious
exhibitionistic tendencies. This is confirmed by the fact that it
is often the victim who suggests that a third party be present at
the session.
Although witnesses sometimes serve only in a nonparticipating
manner, it is more common for the witness to serve as a
participant. Occasionally, the witness plays the role of the
victim or co-victim. More frequently, however, the witness serves
in an active capacity either as the aggressor's assistant or as
the sole aggressor. Thus, couples who have strongly submissive
tendencies find it particularly exciting to be put through a
session by an attractive bondage mistress. She can tie them
together and torment them in ways that would be impossible if they
were alone, and at the same time her presence will gratify their
unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies.
To augment the victim's fantasies of helplessness,
multi-party bondage activities are often conducted according to a
simulated but highly realistic scenario. One of the most common
scenarios might be called "the kidnaper fantasy." For example, one
submissive couple might discreetly arrange to have themselves
"kidnapped" by a dominant couple, who takes the victims to their
home and subjects them to a weekend of bizarre bondage ordeals. A
similar fantasy calls for the victim to be the captive of pirates
or other brigands. Another and quite common fantasy scenario
calls for the victim to be a political prisoner, usually at the
hands of the Gestapo. In such situations, highly realistic
costumes are often worn by all parties to add to the illusion of
reality. Participants in such games often find that they get
completely carried away by their roles and act out their parts
quite convincingly.
The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that
such games are played only in multiparty situations. Many couples
play similar games and use costumes suitable to the part they are
playing. For example, one favorite fantasy among submissive
females 'is that of being tied up and raped by an attacker. This
can be accomplished quite easily by having the husband or
boyfriend, masked to conceal his identity, playing the role of the
attacker. A similar fantasy game calls for the female to play the
role of exotic spy trapped in the coils of the secret police and
subjected to various bondage ordeals to make her "confess." Or
she may play the role of a victim of a white slaver. In reverse
situations, the male may play the role of a naughty schoolboy
being disciplined by his teacher or nurse. Or he may play the
role of a pilot downed in the jungle who becomes the captive of an
Amazon. Similarly, he may be a political prisoner who becomes the
victim of a lady member of the Gestapo or secret police.
When the fact that the varieties of bondage are limited only
by the imaginations of the participants is coupled with the
realization that bondage fans possess extremely vivid and
inventive imaginations, we realize that the varieties of bondage
are almost limitless. In part, this helps to account for the
rising popularity of bondage in recent years. The sexual
revolution has meant greater awareness, more inquisitiveness about
sexual matters, and a desire to experiment with all facets of sex.
More than anything else, a sexual sophisticate looks for variety,
and variety is one thing bondage has to offer in abundance.
The following case histories will serve to illustrate some of
the varieties of bondage.
Case History No. 1
Bill and Karen J. are a young couple living in a western
suburb of Chicago. Bill is thirty-two and works as a free-lance
photographer, a line of work that allows him considerable leisure
time. Karen is a long-legged brunette of twenty-six who worked as
a secretary before her marriage two years ago. She possesses a
figure suitable for modeling, and Bill has used her as a model for
several pin-up layouts that he has sold to various men's
magazines.
The two of them are avid bondage enthusiasts. "Bill got me
hooked on it shortly after we started going together," Karen
explained. "We've always been quite open with each other, and one
evening after we started dating he explained his ideas about
bondage and sex to me and even showed me some illustrated
magazines on the subject. I'll admit I was a little shocked at
first. Although I consider myself a liberal on sexual matters, I
bad never really heard of bondage except in a rather vague way,
and had never dreamed there was such widespread interest in the
subject.
"It took Bill awhile to talk me into it, and then I agreed to
go along with it only on an experimental basis. The first night,
I remember, he only tied my hands together behind my back and then
necked with me awhile. Although he left my clothes in place, he
let his hands roam a little, and I can still remember how
deliciously embarrassed and exciting it was when I realized I
couldn't do a thing to stop him! For some reason, I have always
been a little inhibited, and finding myself helpless like that was
a terrific release for me.
"Bill had had enough experience to know not to push me too
far too fast, and instead brought me along gradually. At the
second session, he also tied my wrists behind my back and then
tied my legs together at the ankle and just above the knees. He
pulled my skirt up a little more than was necessary to do that,
and, although I was wearing pantyhose, I still found myself
blushing furiously and thoroughly enjoying being handled in this
fashion. After that, he sort of took advantage of me with his
hands and I really loved it!
"By this time, I was really interested in the subject and
anxious to experiment with the more far-out things. The third
session was really my initiation as a bondagette. Allowing me at
my insistence to remain fully dressed, Bill tied me to a wooden
armchair with a number of clothesline ropes. And I mean tied!
After tying my wrists and arms securely to the arms of the chair,
he tied me to the chair at the waist. To my embarrassment, he
also tied me to the chair with two ropes, one around my torso just
above my breasts and the other just below. By this time, I was
beginning to feel as helpless as a trussed-up chicken!
"Next, he tied my ankles very securely to the front legs of
the chair. When he had me like this, he took advantage of me by
pulling my dress up all the way! I'm basically very modest and
I'm afraid I just screamed and begged him not to embarrass me that
way. That evening I had worn regular-length black nylons and he
didn't stop until my stocking tops, garters, bare thighs, and even
part of my panties were on view. Trussed-up as I was, there was
nothing I could do except sit there and blush.
"By protesting a little too much, I got myself introduced to
a gag. That was a completely new experience for me, and at first
I didn't think I could stand it. Bill used a rubber ball strung
on a rope, and that ball really pried my jaws and teeth apart.
Although I could moan and make animal-type noises through the gag,
there was no way I could effectively communicate with him.
Feeling really helpless and a little scared, I knew I just had to
sit there and submit to whatever he had in mind.
"Without even bothering to ask my permission, he proceeded to
take some snapshots of me sitting there showing everything like
that! Although I laugh about it today, I nearly died with
embarrassment at the time. We still have some of those shots and
perhaps you'd like to see them."
Reaching into a small drawer, she brought out some glossy
8x10 photographs. The snapshots showed Karen shackled to the
chair and gagged in the manner she had described. She was fully
dressed in a form-fitting knit dress but, as she had described,
her dress had been pulled up to reveal long, shapely legs, dark
stocking tops, white thighs traversed by dark garter belt
supporters, and a glimpse of her black panties. Her pretty face
showed considerable strain and distress from the effects of the
red rubber ball shoved between her teeth and tied tightly in place
by the rope on which it was strung. The entire effect of the
photos, taken at different angles, was highly erotic and
appealing.
"After getting it all recorded on camera," Karen continued,
blushing slightly, "Bill began fondling me with his hands--not too
roughly but very firmly as if to emphasize his complete control
over me. Of course, I couldn't do a thing to stop him! I just
had to sit there squirming and getting hotter by the minute. If I
could have talked, I would have been just begging him to put it to
me any way he wanted.
"When he saw how worked up I was, he untied me from the chair
but made me leave the gag in place. He then led me into the
bedroom and undressed me completely, deliberately taking his time
about it in a manner that I found quite maddening. He then had me
stretch out supine on the bed, and he tied my wrists to the
bedposts in a spread-eagle position. Tied and gagged like that, I
had no choice but to lie there squirming while he proceeded to
disrobe. As might be expected, he was thoroughly aroused.
"I was expecting him to jump right on top of me, but it was
even wilder than that. Grasping my ankles with his hands, he
pulled my legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. He then
began pulling my legs back until my knees were nearly touching my
breasts and my calves were resting on his shoulders."
As Karen, who was blushing prettily by this time, paused to
light a cigarette, it was easy to imagine those beautiful long
legs of hers being drawn back in the manner she had described.
"Well, to go on," she continued. "While I let my legs dangle down
his back, he used his fingers to gently pull the lips of my vulva
apart and then proceeded to bury his face right in it!
"I was already hot anyway, and that really did it! When he
worked his tongue around inside of me, flicking my clitoris from
time to time, only that gag prevented me from screaming with
excitement. I was really pumping my hips and of course I was
about as wet as a girl can get. Being tied up and totally
helpless to stop him from tormenting me like that made it all the
more exciting.
"Finally, he stretched out on top of me and I felt my vaginal
canal expanding as he inserted that rock-hard lance of his.
Kissing my gagged mouth all over, he began pumping back and forth
with a very rhythmic motion. Despite all that had happened, he
had amazing self-control and really knew how to time himself. For
my part, I was nearly going insane. Fighting against the bonds
and wriggling around under him in a manner that I would previously
have thought completely shameless, I found myself experiencing my
first multiple orgasm by the time he had reached his climax.
"He left me tied up like that for a few minutes afterward,
apparently to give me a little time to think about my new status
as his helpless bondagette. He then untied me and we took a long
hot shower together. Although that first real taste of erotic,
really sexual bondage had left me emotionally drained, the shower
refreshed me considerably and I found myself ready for some more
bizarre sex as soon as we had dried ourselves off.
"Bill was as delighted as he was surprised when I boldly told
him that I was ready for some more whenever he was. After
thinking a moment, he told me to get dressed up in garter belt,
hose, high heels, and my kid gloves while he waited in the living
room. I had never dressed fetish-style before, and I'm afraid I
blushed scarlet and felt thoroughly brazen when I appeared in the
living room a few minutes later wearing only my elbow-length black
kid gloves, black garter belt, very sheer black nylons, and what
were then my highest heels--a pair of patent leather pumps with
slim three-inch heels.
"Bill didn't waste much time depriving me of my freedom. I
had been trying to preserve a little modesty by covering myself
with my gloved hands, but he soon put a stop to that by strapping
my wrists together behind my back with a leather strap. He then
blindfolded me with a folded black scarf that left me totally in
darkness. Next, my knees and ankles were tightly lashed together
with two leather straps. Once again I felt all my limbs confined
and knew that I was completely under his control.
"As he forced me to a kneeling position on the carpet, I
could feel my excitement rising once again. Fastening a rope to
the strap at my wrists, he booked the rope around the strap at my
ankles and drew it up short until my wrists and ankles were in
contact. He then tied that rope securely, leaving my torso and
head drawn back at an angle that left me feeling very vulnerable
in front.
"Although I couldn't see a thing, I could sense that he had
pulled up a chair and was seated right in front of me. Since he
had not gagged me, I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind
and I could feel my heart beginning to pound rather rapidly. You
see, I had always had something of a block about performing
fellatio for anyone, and Bill was well aware of this.
"In a moment, I felt the tip of his penis brushing against my
cheek. He was holding my head firmly with both hands, preventing
me from turning my face away. It didn't take him long to work up
an erection, and he began tormenting my face and throat with the
head of his thing. It was deeply humiliating for me to be abused
in that manner, but I must admit that I found it bizarre and
exciting.
When he finally told me to put it in my mouth, to my own
surprise I was ready and eager to do so.
"With the blindfold cutting off my vision, I had to grope a
little, but my mouth finally found the tip of his penis. Opening
my mouth as far as I could, I began working that big hard muscle
into my mouth. It pried my jaws and teeth apart much in the same
manner as the gag had done, and I could almost feel it throbbing
with excitement. It was so big that I thought I would surely
choke on it, but I managed to get it in much farther than I would
have imagined possible.
"Kneeling there bound helplessly and blindfolded with that
big masculine thing completely filling my mouth, I felt completely
debased but highly aroused. I began suckling on it with an
abandon I would never have dreamed possible. Although it really
wasn't necessary, he was holding my head down with both hands so
that there would be no escape. Finally, he rose part way out of
his chair and I found myself with a very nice warm mouthful. When
he released me afterwards, he reciprocated by bringing me to a
climax with his tongue.
"Of course, after this experience I was hooked on erotic
bondage. Since that time, bondage has been an integral part of
our life in general and sex life in particular. Bill has numerous
bondage devices in his collection and I have various costumes to
wear during our bondage sessions. The two of us like considerable
variety in our bondage sessions, and Bill can be quite ingenious
in dreaming up ways to tie me up and torment me almost beyond
endurance."
Case History No. 2
Maxine L. and Jeff R. are a young couple who live in
Milwaukee. Jeff is twenty-six, a college graduate who teaches
school. Maxine is also a schoolteacher. She is a five-foot-four
brunette of twenty-five with a full, buxom figure. In public, she
dresses in a conservative manner that does not emphasize her
figure, wears horn-rimmed glasses, and wears her long brown hair
done in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. To casual
acquaintances and even close friends, she seems like a completely
average young woman. They would receive something of a shock if
suddenly confronted with the truth about her.
"There is more than one side to Maxine, and the same's the
case with me," Jeff explained. The three of us were seated in
Maxine's small but cozy apartment in downtown Milwaukee. Wearing
a navy-blue suit, beige hose, and dark pumps with medium heels,
Maxine looked like any young woman schoolteacher might. In fact,
with her glasses and conservative hairdo, she looked rather
unprepossessing.
Jeff handed over a 4x5 photograph of a young woman wearing an
exotic leather costume. Her gleaming black leather dress was
tightly molded to her buxom figure, and cut in a wide V down the
front, past the cleavage of her full bosom. The dress was hemmed
to end at mid-thigh, leaving the welt of her black stockings
partly on view. She was wearing knee-length high-heel black
leather boots, which were laced down the front from knee to toe.
The heels must have been four inches high, and left her feet
arched in a manner resembling a ballet dancer.
She was wearing arm-length black leather gloves. Her long
brown hair was worn loose and hung nearly to her waist, and she
was heavily made up. It took me a few moments to realize that the
young woman in the picture was in fact Maxine! The two of them
grinned when they realized how I had nearly been deceived.
"We both love leather and bondage," Maxine explained. She
handed over another photograph of herself. In this one she was
wearing only boots, stockings, tiny bikini panties made of black
leather, a matching bra-halter made of rubber, and an old-
fashioned-looking, extremely severe black corset. The corset,
which appeared to be heavily boned, pinched her waist in to almost
unbelievably narrow proportions, which had the corresponding
effect of expanding her bosom and hips. In the photograph, she
was shown under complete restraint, bound in a standing position
to a vertical metal pipe with various lengths of rope. Her wrists
were pulled behind the pipe in a crossed position and tied
securely, While her elbows were tied tightly together in a manner
that left her forearms in contact. Ropes were tied around her
torso and the pipe just below her breasts, at her waist, and just
above her hips. Her legs were tied together at the ankles and
knees, and then tied to the pipe with additional ropes. Her mouth
fully packed with what appeared to be some cloth material, she was
gagged with a black scarf.
"With us, bondage and leather garments go hand in hand,"
Maxine related. "During our bondage parties, I always wear
something made of leather." As if to prove her point, she began
handing over various photographs of herself. All of them featured
her in a wide variety of leather outfits, ranging all the way from
brief leather panties to complete leather costumes. In several of
them, she was dressed from head to toe in leather, including
leather helmets tightly molded around her head. In all of the
photos, she was under some form of physical restraint, bound with
ropes or leather straps and nearly always gagged in some fashion.
The bondage positions revealed a great deal of imagination,
ranging from casual and easily maintained positions to positions
that involved total restraint and must have been quite
uncomfortable.
"I have always been interested in leather outfits, boots and
skirts and that sort of thing," Maxine replied when asked about
her interest in leather. "However, it wasn't until after I
started dating Jeff that I learned that really bizarre, far-out
leather garments could be obtained. Since he loves leather
perhaps even more than I do, he started encouraging me to build up
a wardrobe. We're still building our collection, in fact, and I
don't suppose we'll really ever get enough items to suit us. I
like the feel of leather, particularly tight-fitting leather
costumes, but there's more to it than that. Normally, I'm a
somewhat inhibited person. However, for some reason when I'm
wearing leather it's different! And that's particularly true when
I'm wearing one of my more bizarre leather outfits. I really let
my hair down, both literally and figuratively. It's hard to
explain why, but that's the way it is.
"My introduction to bondage was Jeff's idea," Maxine
answered, when asked about her interest in bondage. "Although
it's hard to remember now, I don't think I had even heard of
bondage--erotic bondage, I mean-until Jeff suggested it. I
suppose any girl would be reluctant at first, and I know I was.
However, I knew I could trust Jeff and I began to let him
experiment with me.
"It didn't take me long to discover that the idea was quite
appealing. At first, Jeff would do something simple such as
trying my hands behind my bark and perhaps tying my ankles
together. He would then sort of torment me with his hands, not
going too far but making it clear that I was really under his
control. Although it was highly embarrassing to be so helpless
and at his mercy like that, I really found it exciting. It really
made me feel feminine to be mastered like that. You must remember
that this took place just after we had started dating, at a time
when I was still reluctant to have sex with him.
"With each new bondage session, Jeff kept adding something
different and I found it all quite interesting. At the same time,
he was continually pressuring me to have sex with him. My
resistance grew weaker with each date and I finally gave in,
although I told him there was one condition. I wanted it to be a
very special occasion, with plenty of leather and bondage, so that
neither of us would ever forget it.
"It all worked out better than we had expected. Jeff got
permission to use the cottage his parents own up on Lake Winnebago
for the following weekend. We drove up there on Friday afternoon
as soon as school was out, the trunk and backseat of the car
filled with bondage equipment and costumes. Before leaving I let
my hair down all the way back and then tied it Viking-style in a
single braid at the back of my neck. I then changed into a very
brief mini-dress that I had never worn publicly before, together
with charcoal-colored pantyhose and high-heeled patent leather
pumps.
"That weekend I really found out what it was like to be a
bondagette, and it all started the minute we got into the car! On
an impulse, Jeff decided that some partial restraint was in order
right then and there. As a result, I soon found my hands tied
behind my back while my knees and ankles were tied together quite
tightly. He then pulled my mini-dress back until the body-sheath
of my pantyhose was well on display. Blushing and helpless, I sat
like that all the way to Lake Winnebago.
"The white rope made a vivid contrast with my dark pantyhose,
so anyone who looked in the car could have seen that I was tied
up. Although that was exquisitely embarrassing and made me feel
very anxious, I also found it kind of exciting to think that
someone might see me in bondage with my dress pulled up so boldly.
"Jeff wouldn't untie me even after we reached the cottage.
Instead, after helping me out of the car be escorted me up the
driveway with my legs and wrists still tied. Hopping and feeling
thoroughly embarrassed and silly, I was just sure someone would
drive along the road and see me, but no one did. He finally got
me inside the cottage where he stood me facing a wall in the
corner, while be unpacked the car.
"Finally, I was released and allowed to change into a leather
outfit. This consisted of the leather dress that you saw in the
first photograph, arm-length black kid gloves, black nylon hose
and garter belt, and my best pair of boots--four-inch high-heeled
patent leather boots that come over the knee and are laced all the
way down in front. Jeff laced me into the boots himself, making
me sit on a chair with my hands tied behind my back while he did
so.
"To get us in the mood for sex, we began experimenting with
various bondage positions. The furniture in the cottage was
mostly of the outdoor wooden type that is ideal for bondage. Over
the space of the next couple of hours, I found myself tied in
various positions over the chairs, the tables, and the bed. I
didn't utter a peep to complain, mainly because my mouth was fully
packed with an oversize handkerchief held firmly in place by a
scarf tied at the back of my head. At some stage of the
proceedings, Jeff added a combination mask and helmet made of
leather that completely covered my head and the upper half of my
face, leaving me in total blackness. While tying me in these
various positions, he was continually using his hands to caress
and pinch and otherwise torment me. Since I was wearing nothing
beneath my leather dress except my garter belt, I was completely
defenseless against his hands. Getting felt up when you can't do
a thing to protect yourself is always twice as exciting, and I'm
sure it wasn't hard for him to see the reaction I was having.
"During this time I could hear him hammering and doing some
work of some sort, but it wasn't until later that I discovered
that he had been fastening a couple of pulleys to one of the beams
in the cottage ceiling. Finally I was untied and while still
masked and gagged was led to a position directly under the
pulleys. Jeff tied my gloved wrists together very securely, and
then tied that rope to another rope strung over one of the
pulleys.
"Of course, I didn't realize what was happening until my arms
suddenly started pulling upward. A moment later, I was standing
barely on tiptoe and every muscle of my body was pulled taut.
Since I couldn't make a sound, I tried to protest by shaking my
head but of course he wasn't deterred by that. My legs were free
but not for long. Taking a two-foot-long metal bar with leather
cuffs at each end, he quickly snapped the cuffs around my ankles
which left my booted legs spread in a wide inverted V. Boy, did I
feel helpless, vulnerable, and uncomfortable!
"Without further ado, he proceeded to pull my leather dress
up completely to my waist, securing it there with a belt around my
waist. Realizing how much I was exposing myself, I would have
screamed if it weren't for the gag. As it was, I had no choice
but to stand there blushing and feeling horribly immodest. Once
he had me trussed up to his satisfaction, completely helpless and
exposed, he started tormenting me with his hands. He even took a
leather riding crop and starting smacking my bottom with it,
rather lightly and just enough to make me all warm and itchy back
there. He continually kept his fingers between my legs while he
was doing that, and it wasn't long before he had me in a frenzy.
"I was just dying for him to take me right then and there,
and was wishing he would remove the gag so I could tell him so.
But he didn't have to be told what I wanted. In a few moments I
suddenly felt his hard thing brushing against me and realized that
he intended to take me from behind! The idea of being possessed
from behind like that, as if I were some kind of animal, while all
tied up and gagged, was intensely humiliating, but at the same
time almost unbelievably exciting. Of course, there wasn't a
thing I could do to stop him. Suddenly I felt that powerful,
rock-hard muscle separating the lips of my vulva and sliding
forcefully into my vagina. Gripping my breasts firmly, almost
roughly, he began pumping back and forth with vigorous thrusts
that nearly took my breath away. It was rough, raw, almost savage
sex, and I was nearly crazy with excitement although I was
intensely uncomfortable in so many ways I lost track of them. We
both came with a wild spasm.
"We both needed some time to recover our bearings after that,
and took time out long enough to go out for dinner. When we got
back, Jeff had me change into an outfit consisting only of my long
kid gloves, black garter belt, black stockings, and knee-length
high-heeled boots. When I asked him what he had in mind, he told
me he bad an idea that was even wilder than the first. I didn't
see how that was possible, but I soon found out!
"To keep me in the dark about his plans, once again the mask-
helmet was fitted over my head. He then tied my wrists behind my
back, and had me sit on a cushion on the floor with my legs
extended. He then fastened leather cuffs around each ankle. Up
to that time, it all seemed very simple to me but I of course had
no way of knowing that those leather cuffs at my ankles were
attached to ropes strung over the pulleys in the ceiling!
"When my feet started moving upward, I suddenly realized what
he intended to do! Up I went, feet first! Hardly before I
realized what was happening, I was strung up feet first with my
head completely off the floor! It's a good thing that cottage was
in a rather isolated spot, because I'm sure you could have heard
me screaming for blocks. Feeling my entire body swinging to-and-
fro like that, I had never felt so helpless and downright
terrified in my life.
"Despite my screams I was pulled up until my head was a good
three feet off the floor, and the ropes were fastened to leave me
in that position. Boy, was I strung up like an animal in the
slaughterhouse! My legs were pulled apart in a slightly
uncomfortable and horribly immodest fashion, but I was too
petrified to be thinking about my modesty at such a time.
"He stepped up in front of me and I could tell that he had
removed his clothing. Seeing me in that position had given him an
erection and I suddenly felt that hard thing of his brushing
against my lips!! He said nothing and, to my complete surprise,
quickly pressed his face down between my legs and started licking
my vulva!! He used his fingers to spread me well apart, and my
whole body shuddered convulsively as I felt his tongue on my
clitoris.
"Although I had never done such a thing before in my life,.
I quickly opened my mouth and started working his hard muscle
between my lips and teeth. It wasn't easy in that position, but I
soon had my mouth bulging with rock-hard cock. He was sucking me
and I was soon reciprocating. Imagine me, that prim little
schoolteacher, strung up like an animal and sucking like crazy on
bone-hard masculine cock!! I felt wild, almost depraved, and
could hardly believe it was really me. I soon creamed with by far
the wildest orgasm I had ever had, and about the same time he gave
me a real mouthful.
"We spent the remainder of that weekend trying out other
bondage positions and stunts. After that, I was a confirmed
bondage addict and so was Jeff. These days, the two of us
consider bondage and sex synonymous."
