Chapter 3
Bondage and Spanking
Insofar as spanking and related forms of physical punishment
are concerned, bondage fans fall into two principal groups:
nonspankers and spankers. A third group might be classified as
mild spankers. Although many bondage fans are nonspankers, some
of them outspokenly so, bondage and spanking are such closely
related subjects that it is impossible to consider one without the
other. A brief analysis will clarify the reason for this
relationship.
To-state the matter in simple terms, it all depends on where
one starts. Let's take the case of two hypothetical individuals,
X and Y. X starts out as a bondage fan. Y starts out as a
spanking fan. Granted, it is somewhat unlikely that X will become
a spanking fan. But what about Y? Isn't bondage such a logical,
and sometimes even necessary, feature of spanking that it's quite
likely that Y will also wind up as a bondage fan? The fact is
that many spanking fans have become bondage fans.
Until somewhat recently, the erotic implications of spanking
have been muted or misunderstood. However, the era of the sexual
revolution has seen an increasing interest in, and understanding
of, erotic spanking. Today, many married couples and other adults
employ erotic spanking as a regular form of sexual foreplay,
having discovered that their sexual ardor is considerably
increased by the prior application of the paddle or strap.
The following case histories will illustrate the connection
between bondage and spanking.
Case History No. 3
Even though she secretly loved dressing in kinky, fetish-
style clothing, Brenda Sanders nevertheless blushed a little as
she inspected herself in the bedroom of her Dallas apartment. The
shapely twenty-three-year-old secretary was wearing a long-sleeved
white blouse, tight-fitting micro-mini made of black leather and
hemmed to end just below her hips, sheer, black nylon stockings
neatly rolled to leave an enticing gap of about four inches of
bare thigh, and custom-made black patent pumps with four-inch
tapering spike heels. Every detail of the costume was designed to
bring out and emphasize the attractive brunette's sensuous young
figure. She was wearing no bra, and the form-fitting and
diaphanous white blouse left her firm, lush breasts fully on
display and bulging against the front of the blouse like two young
melons. The ultra-short leather skirt and rolled black stockings,
together with the spike heels, were all designed to enhance the
appearance of Brenda's long, smooth, and shapely legs.
The erotic costume was not entirely Brenda's idea. Instead,
it had been suggested down to the last detail by Brenda's
employer, Roy W., a wealthy and still relatively young executive
in the oil and gas business. Ever since the two of them had
discovered their mutual interest in the more bizarre aspects of
sexuality, they had developed a close relationship with Roy
serving in the role of mentor for his inexperienced but interested
young protegee. In fact, he had paid the cost of maintaining her
luxury apartment, and saw to it that she received a generous
allowance in addition to her salary.
The knowledge that her tutor in the art of bizarre sex was
waiting in the living room made Brenda's heart beat a little
faster as she took one final look in the mirror. Knowing that she
could prolong the moment of decision only so long, Brenda took a
deep breath and headed for the living room. She had spent
considerable time practicing walking in the four-inch spikes and
had mastered the art of walking gracefully in them, although she
had to take small steps and walk quite erect to avoid pitching
forward.
Well aware that she was blushing a bright scarlet, Brenda
slowly entered the living room. Roy promptly set his Scotch-and-
soda aside and gave her a quick once-over. "It's about time you
showed up," he remarked, in a voice that showed only mild
annoyance.
"Was it worth waiting for?" Brenda asked hopefully, slowly
walking toward him and then turning in profile so that he could
inspect her. She was proud of her long legs and shapely figure,
and knew only too well what kind of effect she could produce on
him.
"Yeah, I'll have to admit that," he conceded, his eyes
focusing on her long, nylon-clad legs and the intriguing gap of
carnation-white flesh between her rolled stocking tops and the hem
of her micromini.
"Are you going to be very severe with me this evening?"
Brenda asked, watching him closely to see what his reaction might
be.
He avoided meeting her eyes. "Don't you think I should be?"
he asked quietly.
"Did I really make that many mistakes at work this week?"
Brenda asked, in a voice that feigned surprise. It was a question
she invariably asked at their Friday-evening get-togethers, as if
to give him a pretext for inflicting bizarre sexual punishment on
her.
"You know the answer to that!" he replied, giving her a
meaningful glance. Finishing his Scotch-and-soda, Roy got to his
feet and walked over to a small suitcase he had brought with him.
Placing the suitcase on a table, he opened it to reveal an
assortment of leather straps and other bondage devices.
Brenda paled slightly as she caught a glimpse of the imposing
collection of items obviously intended to be used upon her.
"What's all that?" she asked in a dubious voice.
"Just got it today," Roy explained. "I've had it ordered for
some time. It's a complete training harness, from head to toe!"
Brenda gulped noticeably although she felt a rising measure
of excitement at the thought of being totally imprisoned by the
bizarre harness. She watched closely as Roy brought out an elbow-
length special leather glove that was obviously designed to encase
both hands and arms together. "Come here!" Roy told her. "And
put your hands behind your back, palms touching each other."
Brenda complied without objection, watching rather
apprehensively as Roy began sliding the glove over her fingers and
up her hands and arms. Almost completely unlaced, the unusual and
highly confining glove slid easily into place. Roy quickly began
lacing it up firmly, gradually forcing Brenda's forearms and
elbows into close contact with one another.
"Hey!" Brenda gasped, in a voice that mingled discomfort with
a trace of excitement.
Roy finished lacing up the glove and tied the laces in a firm
knot that wouldn't slip. There was no conceivable way that Brenda
could free herself from the unusual glove, and the pretty young
secretary felt completely helpless. "You won't even give a girl a
chance!" she told him with a feigned pout.
"You haven't seen anything yet!" Roy assured her. Next, he
brought out a harness designed to imprison her torso. This
consisted of two parallel straps, designed to encircle her body
horizontally, connected to a wide belt for her waist. Roy quickly
snapped the belt tightly in place around her waist, nipping her
waist in more than a little.
"Hey, that's pretty tight!" Brenda protested, a little
breathless.
"I'll tighten it up some more after you get used to it!" Roy
replied.
"How could you?" Brenda asked. "It already feels like a
corset!"
The pretty young bondagette watched anxiously and with some
embarrassment as Roy pulled the two horizontal straps upward
through the cleavage of her breasts and draped one over each
shoulder. Next, he stepped slightly behind her and began pulling
the other half of the horizontal straps up between her legs. As
instructed, Brenda had worn no panties beneath her micro-mini and
she was soon feeling the straps brushing against her bare thighs
and more intimate areas. The straps connected with a buckle in
back and Roy began drawing the two straps tautly through the
buckle loops.
"Ooooh!" Brenda grimaced, as she felt the straps drawing
embarrassingly tight between her legs. "That's awful tight!"
The straps pulled her micro-mini up both in front and back,
revealing a fluffy patch of dark brown hair and prettily white
girlish bottom. Roy buckled the straps tautly in such a manner
that they would constantly exert a chafing pressure between her
legs. Blushing prettily at the highly embarrassing and somewhat
uncomfortable sensation between her legs, Brenda stood meekly as
Roy slipped a leather strap around her gloved wrists and hooked it
to the horizontal straps of the body harness to render her all the
more helpless.
Next, Roy produced a couple of leather cuffs which were
connected by a very short chain only a couple of inches in length.
Roy dropped to his knees in front of her to fit the cuffs in place
around her ankles. Putting Brenda's long and beautiful legs under
restraint was always one of the highlights of any session as far
as he was concerned, and Roy deliberately took his time about
confining her shapely, nylon-clad ankles in the cuffs.
"How do you expect me to move around in those?" Brenda asked,
watching closely as her ankles were imprisoned. Roy did not
bother to answer as he produced another leather strap and employed
it to strap Brenda's lush thighs together just below the tops of
her rolled stockings. The only part of her body left free was her
pretty brunette head and Roy quickly took steps to remedy that
shortcoming. Reaching into the suitcase, he brought out a
specially designed leather-and-rubber head harness. Brenda gulped
at the sight of the imposing device. "Roy, that looks a little
rugged!" she protested, in a voice that betrayed underlying
excitement.
Roy began confining her pretty brunette head in the harness.
The harness consisted of two horizontal straps fitting around the
wearer's head, one at the forehead and the other at jaw level.
These straps in turn were connected to a vertical strap running
from the nape of the neck in back over the head to the forehead,
where the strap divided in two to go around the nose and reach the
lower horizontal strap. A red rubber ball was strung on the lower
horizontal strap to serve as a gag. "Open your mouth!" Roy
ordered, after buckling all the straps in place. Knowing that she
was passing up her last chance to say anything intelligibly for
some little time, Brenda reluctantly opened her pretty mouth. Roy
promptly popped the ball into her mouth, prying her jaws and teeth
well apart and forcing her to bite down constantly on the ball.
Brenda's eyes widened noticeably and her pretty face immediately
showed the strain of being gagged in such an uncomfortable manner.
Roy carefully tightened the lower horizontal strap to make it
impossible for her to dislodge the ball from her mouth.
Roy paused for a moment to admire his helpless victim.
Confined in leather from her head to ankles, Brenda stood blushing
prettily as she felt his inspecting eyes carefully going over her
trussed-up body. Although she could wriggle and turn her head
from side to side, there was no choice for her except to stand
there much like a statue as long as he wanted.
As she had suspected, Roy was in no mood to be rushed, and
decided to leave his pretty subject on display for awhile.
Pouring himself another drink, he sat down and leaned back to
admire his handiwork. Feeling miserably helpless and a little
undignified, Brenda demurely kept her eyes averted as she stood
there displaying her bizarrely trussed-up body. The red rubber
ball in her mouth made her jaws ache, but she knew it was useless
to try to seek relief.
Roy made her stand there for a full twenty minutes while he
finished his drink. Before beginning with the next step, he
carefully pulled her micro-mini skirt up until it was completely
inside out and held in that position by the body harness.
Blushing scarlet and trying to protest through her gag, Brenda
found herself standing there with her pretty brown tuft of hair
and girlishly plump white bottom constantly on display. Such
completely immodest exposure left her feeling thoroughly brazen
and highly embarrassed, yet she could not suppress a surge of
excitement at being forced to exhibit her lush feminine charms in
that bizarre manner.
The comely brunette bondagette shuddered visibly and paled
slightly when she observed Roy picking up a sleek and obviously
well-oiled black leather razor strap. Of course, she had known it
would be only a question of time before that happened, but it was
still difficult to face the fact that that sleek strap soon would
be curling around her most sensitive parts in a manner designed to
set her aflame.
"Let's go into the bedroom!" Roy suggested, grasping her left
arm firmly just above the shoulders.
With the cuffs at her ankles preventing her from walking even
with tiny steps, Brenda bad no choice but to hop. With her
slender feet steeply arched in the four-inch high heels that was a
difficult and quite uncomfortable task, and the hapless young
brunette would have fallen several times had not Roy's arm
steadied her. It was also a completely undignified method of
locomotion, and Brenda was quite self-conscious about her jouncing
and flip-flopping breasts that were quite evident beneath her
diaphanous blouse.
A little breathless and quite red in the face, Brenda finally
made it to her destination. Roy seated himself on the bed and
quickly pulled his helplessly shackled victim face-down over his
lap. Save for the two leather straps tightly drawn through the
crevice, her girlishly lush and satiny smooth buttocks were
saucily bare and completely defenseless. Her gloved fingers,
caught in the efficient single glove, clawed the air helplessly
and could do nothing to protect her comely posterior. Confined in
the strap and cuffs, Brenda's long, stocking-clad legs stretched
out full-length on the bed to complete the picture of helpless
feminine pulchritude. Brenda shuddered and strained against the
bizarre collection of straps that kept her totally restrained.
Unintentionally squirming her pretty bottom in anxious expectation
of the spanking to come, she tried to prepare herself mentally for
the ordeal. As much as she dreaded the pain, she knew she wanted
it and in fact required it to attain the level of sexual
excitement she needed.
Deciding to commence the session with his open hand, Roy set
aside the strap for the time being. Positioning Brenda's helpless
body just exactly the way he wanted it, Roy studied the quivering
white bottom for a moment and then raised his right hand in the
air. Knowing that the assault was coming and that there was
nothing she could do to protect her sensitive bottom, Brenda
shuddered and tensed the muscles in her pretty nates. Smack!
Roy's rough masculine hand landed squarely across the velvety
smooth and yielding target with a firm smacking noise.
"Mmmmmm!" Brenda's pained yelp was cut short by her gag. Her
brunette head snapped back sharply and her entire body jerked
against the bonds that held her fast as the sudden jolt of pain
surged through her hips.
Observing her reaction closely, Roy held his hand pressed
down firmly where it landed for several seconds. Smack! Deciding
to warm his attractive victim up in a systematic manner, Roy
applied the second spank on her left thigh just above the top of
her neatly rolled stocking.
"Mmmmm!" Brenda once again threw back her harnessed brunette
head as his capable hand left its imprint on her tender flesh.
Smack! Smack! Roy began working up her left thigh and
buttock, applying crisp spanks that stung smartly and left her
flesh tingling noticeably. Each brisk spank produced an audible
moan of pain from his gagged and helpless victim, who could do
nothing but writhe against her bonds and kick back her stockinged
legs in pretty protest. Roy watched her movements quite closely,
enjoying every sensuous jerk and twist to the utmost. Putting a
pretty and completely defenseless young woman through her paces
with hand and strap was one of his favorite hobbies, and his leggy
young secretary was his favorite pupil.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brenda moaned unintelligibly through the
rubber-ball gag, which by this time felt thoroughly uncomfortable
in her mouth.
Slap! Smack! Having worked up the left side, Roy began
working down the right. His capable palm smacking briskly against
her exposed flesh, he made sure that no part of his alluring
target was overlooked. By this time, Brenda was swinging her
stocking-clad, bound legs back and forth in response to each
spank, unintentionally putting on a pretty display of young
womanhood in distress. Her bottom tingling and prickling from the
effects of his hand, Brenda felt thoroughly miserable as she lay
writhing against her bonds on his lap. The torso strap between
her legs had worked up uncomfortably tight and continually chafed
against her vulva. But notwithstanding all of her discomfort, the
moisture between her legs and the coital-like jerks of her hips
made it all too evident that she found such bizarre mistreatment
highly exciting.
Roy paused to observe his squirming victim. Brenda's bottom
and thighs were a pretty shade of pink, and he decided to give her
another dose with his hand. Once again beginning on her left
thigh just above the top of her rolled black stocking, Roy began
working up the left side and down the right. Each resounding
smack produced a muffled moan and a spasmodic jerk from his
twitching victim. Tears blinding her eyes, Brenda swung her
nylon-clad legs prettily back and forth and futilely tried to
reach back with her gloved fingers to provide some protection for
her smarting bottom.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brenda could do nothing more than make
animal-like noises as his hand continued to pepper her defenseless
posterior.
By this time, Brenda's plump bottom and tapering thighs were
rosy all over, and the entire area felt uncomfortably dry and
itchy and prickling-hot. Roy decided that she was sufficiently
prepared for the strap, and reached for the sleek, well-oiled
strap at his side. Knowing that what she had been through had
only been a preliminary warm-up and that the real assault was
still to come, Brenda froze with a mixture of terror and
excitement.
Thwack! The slippery black, leather razor strap coiled
around the curved surfaces of her lovely bottom.
"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda's soprano squeal was considerably muted by
her gag. The comely bondagette bucked up on his lap with a
convulsive jerk as the strap bit into her tender flesh with a
fiery caress.
Her long legs jerked back reflexively, while her gloved
fingers worked frantically and futilely in an effort to reach back
to protect herself.
Smack! Once again the strap descended on her pretty nates,
this time slightly lower and right across the most sensitive
parts.
"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda groaned through her gag, and she broke into
tears as the pain jolted through both cheeks of her tender bottom.
Her stockinged legs flew backward at the knees, pointed heels
nearly reaching her thighs. Her entire body jerked against the
bonds that held her captive in an instinctive effort to attempt to
escape the pain he was inflicting on her poor posterior.
Thwack! Whack! Slap! Allowing a few seconds' interval for
the full effect of each application to sink in, Roy began applying
the sleek strap in a systematic manner designed to torment every
sensitive nerve end in her curvaceous posterior. Covering both
hips and thighs down to the tops of her rolled stockings, he
applied the strap with a wrist-snapping motion guaranteed to
obtain the maximum effect of the strap.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Brenda's high-pitched squeals, although
muffled by her gag, revealed anguish mingled with arousal. As the
glowing fire in her buttocks and thighs continued to build to a
higher flame with each fresh application of the strap, the shapely
brunette bondagette tossed about wildly on his lap with her hips
jerking with coital-like movements, her long legs waving prettily
in the air. Soaking wet between the legs, she found her
excitement mounting to a fever pitch. Completely over-powered,
she wanted him to take her in the most brutal way possible.
Whack! Thwhack! Smack! The strap continued descending on
the quivering target. By this time, Brenda's girlishly wide
posterior and upper thighs were a glowing red from the combination
spanking and strapping, and the entire area was in flames.
Watching her twist and kick and squirm sensuously about on his
lap, Roy could tell that she was both physically and emotionally
prepared for the final onslaught. "That's enough of that for the
time being!" he remarked, tossing the strap on the floor.
Picking his sobbing and twitching victim up easily in his
hands, he tossed her face-down on the bed. Brenda did not attempt
to avoid him but instead lay crying and convulsively jerking
against her bonds as he quickly stuffed a couple of pillows
beneath her stomach to elevate her scarlet and burning hips. She
could see that his erect penis was sticking out of his trousers
and, as it always did at times like that, it looked simply huge.
Kneeling quickly on the bed, Roy unfastened the bonds that
confined her long legs and then unbuckled the torso strap between
her legs, pulling it out of the way. Brenda moaned with a mixture
of despair and excitement as the sudden departure of the strap
left her feeling horribly vulnerable right where it mattered most.
Pulling her long legs apart somewhat impatiently, Roy knelt
between her thighs. Bracing herself for the final attack, Brenda
winced with pain as his fingers probed her burning bottom,
spreading the cheeks apart.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Brenda shuddered spasmodically, as she felt the
head of his hard penis probing the small entrance.
Roy positioned himself carefully and moved forward with a
vigorous thrust, the head of his penis sliding into the tiny
opening and spreading it apart.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Brenda's scream was mostly muffled by her gag.
Arching her back and jerking against her leather bonds, she had no
choice but to submit to the painful penetration. Instinctively,
her sphincter muscles sought to expel the foreign object but that
was impossible.
Pausing for a brief moment to let her get used to it, Roy
pushed forward with a vigorous thrust that forced the walls of her
anal canal well apart. Feeling as if she were being torn apart
inside, Brenda shuddered with pain and masochistic pleasure.
Tears streamed down her face and she would have begged for mercy
had it not been for the gag. Roy did not stop until his sturdy
member was deeply inserted in the ultra-tight channel.
Feeling the muscles of her anal canal clutching his thick
penis, Roy grasped his pretty victim at the hips to hold her in
position, and slowly began pumping his pelvis back and forth. As
she began to adjust to the presence of a masculine rod in her rear
channel, Brenda found her excitement rising and began to respond
with wriggling movements of her hips. To torment her all the
more, Roy slipped one hand into her wet bush and worked a finger
into her vulva.
"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda reacted with a girlish wriggle as his
finger found her sensitive clitoris and began massaging it gently.
Timing himself quite deliberately, Roy gradually increased
the tempo. Moving back after each forward thrust until just the
head of his member was inside her, he would pump with a quick
thrust that sent the hard muscle back in clear to the hilt. His
probing fingers never let her vulva, continually tormenting her
and forcing her to wriggle her hips in response. Forced to endure
the bizarre assault, the pretty bondagette found herself aroused
nearly to the point of hysterics.
Roy could no longer hold himself back. Pumping almost
brutally, he rammed his throbbing penis forward as far as it would
go and sent his climax jetting deep inside her. Twisting and
shuddering convulsively, Brenda achieved the violent orgasm that
only Roy's bizarre mistreatment seemed able to produce.
Completely conquered and knowing that more kinky sex would soon be
in store for her, the young bondagette relaxed happily on the bed
in the prison of her leather bonds.
Case History No. 4
The experiences of Arthur P. demonstrate how youthful
experiences can lead to an adult interest in spanking and bondage.
While in his early teens, Arthur was sent to live with an aunt and
uncle in a somewhat isolated rural area. The uncle operated an
extensive agribusiness combine that kept him away from home
frequently. This left Arthur at home under the supervision of his
Aunt Helen, an attractive but robust woman in her mid-thirties
with a severe and dominating personality.
From the beginning, Arthur was kept under extremely strict
discipline. There can be little doubt that his Aunt Helen was a
sadist. For the slightest infraction of her rules, Arthur was
soundly spanked with the hand and hairbrush. He was always
spanked on the completely bare bottom, and his aunt did not even
permit him to prepare himself. Instead, his aunt personally
lowered this trousers and shorts for him, even after he was a
mature young man well into his teens.
The spankings were never laughing matters by any means.
Pulling her skirts up out of the way, his aunt would make him
stand sideways between her legs and bend over her left thigh until
his head was nearly touching the floor. Holding him firmly
between her strong thighs, she would apply a long and sound
spanking. Her procedure was almost always the same. She would
commence with her hand and spank until her palm was stinging too
much to continue. She would then switch to the hairbrush and
apply it almost unmercifully. Finally, she would toss the
hairbrush aside and finish up with her hand, once again smacking
away until her palm stung too much to continue. Although her hand
was large and capable of imparting much more pain than might be
imagined, it was the hairbrush that really hurt. Arthur
inevitably wound up howling and sobbing long before the spanking
came to a halt.
For repeated or severe offenses, his aunt would humiliate him
in various ways before and after the spanking. For example, she
would undress him completely and make him wear a pair of nylon
panties and occasionally a woman's slip. Thus attired, he might
have to stand or sit in the corner for as long as an hour before
the spanking. And after the spanking, he was always made to wear
the panties for the rest of the day under his regular clothing.
If spanked at bed-time, he was sometimes required to sleep in a
girl's nightie afterwards.
Although Arthur was never a weakling, and in his later teens
became quite a well-built young man, he could never bring himself
to resist his aunt's will when it came to discipline. When she
would berate him and start preparing him for a spanking, he would
find himself completely tongue-tied and unable to offer any
opposition although he found such treatment almost unbearably
humiliating and the physical pain almost unendurable at times. He
was too inexperienced to understand the masochistic tendencies
that caused him to submit so meekly to his aunt's domination, but
he recognized from his earliest teens that he was sexually
attracted to her. When she would pull up her dress prior to
spanking him, often revealing dark-brown stocking tops, garters,
and bare thighs, Arthur would have to fight to keep from having an
erection. Alone in his room after a spanking, he invariably found
relief by masturbating.
From his early teens, Arthur strongly preferred robust, buxom
young women who resembled his aunt. It was not until he was into
his twenties and away from his aunt's domination, however, that
Arthur realized that he was hooked on the type of bizarre
mistreatment she had administered. Tormented by a strongly
compulsive urge to be dominated and humiliated by a woman, be
began searching for dominant women who would compel him to act out
his fantasies.
As a result, he found himself standing at the apartment door
of Eleanor F. The two of them had met by correspondence and she
had assured Arthur he would never forget one of her treatments.
Although he realized the potential dangers of completely
delivering himself into the hands of a total stranger, Arthur was
too driven by his compulsions to avoid the temptation. Taking a
deep breath, he knocked on the door.
Arthur's heart began pounding rapidly as the door swung open.
Eleanor stood in the doorway, her hands on her sides, glaring
malevolently at him. An attractive brunette, she was robust,
buxom, and obviously quite strong-just the type of woman to whom
Arthur was most attracted. She wore a sleeveless white blouse,
arm-length black kid gloves, formfitting leather skirt hemmed to
end about three inches above the knees and slit along each side,
black nylon hose, and gleaming patent leather pumps with four-
inch-high heels. "Come in if you dare!" Eleanor told him in a
contemptuous voice. "But don't forget to close the door behind
you!"
Although his knees felt slightly weak under him, Arthur could
not resist the temptation. Stepping inside, he closed the door
behind him. Eleanor's apartment was lavishly furnished but Arthur
was too overcome by her to notice the surroundings. In the
presence of the striking and haughty dominatrix, he found himself
quite tongue-tied and helpless, much as he had been when
undergoing discipline from his aunt.
With confident strides, Eleanor walked over to an easy chair
and seated herself. Crossing her legs with a rustle of nylon, she
did not bother to adjust her black leather skirt that rode back to
reveal black stocking tops and a glimpse of milk-white thigh. Her
legs were full, almost heavy, but quite shapely and smooth, and
Arthur could not refrain from gazing at them in obvious
fascination.
"Now, tell me, why are you here?" Eleanor asked with an
imperious smile, knowing only too well that her latest masculine
victim would experience considerable embarrassment in trying to
verbalize his feelings in front of her.
"Well, I ... er ..." Arthur found himself stammering as he
tried to answer the surprising question.
"Go ahead, tell me!" Eleanor demanded, flashing him an angry
glance.
"Well, I came be--because ..." Arthur continued to stammer,
becoming red in the face.
Eleanor was quite amused at his embarrassment, but could see
that he was plainly at a loss for words and decided that there was
no point pushing that type of torment too far. "You came here to
be my sex slave, isn't that right?" she asked in a commanding
voice.
"Y-yes!" Arthur managed, unable to meet her withering gaze.
"In that case, you can't stay dressed up like a real man!"
Eleanor told him in a sarcastic voice. "Take off your clothes!
All of them!"
Arthur gasped at the surprising and quite humiliating
command. Quite aware that she was watching him with the utmost
condescension, he began disrobing and was soon down to his shorts.
Red-faced and feeling thoroughly humiliated, he managed to bring
himself to remove them. He could see the look of bemused
superiority on her face as he finally stood in front of her,
completely nude.
"Put that on!" Eleanor demanded suddenly, tossing a pair of
pink nylon panties on the floor in front of him.
With fumbling fingers, Arthur embarrassedly picked up the
wispy garment. Nearly tripping, he somewhat awkwardly stepped
into the panties and pulled them up his legs. The tiny nylon
garment clung to him firmly, and Arthur's cheeks burned hotly as
he stood meekly in front of his bizarre tormentress attired in the
shameful feminine garment. Despite his deep humiliation, he could
feel his excitement rising at the prospect of being put through
his paces by such an attractive dominatrix.
"You look very sweet in your panties, slave!" Eleanor told
him, just to torment him. "Now, down on your knees, this
instant!" Her voice was suddenly harsh and strident, and she
pointed a gloved. forefinger haughtily toward the floor. Almost
without thinking, Arthur collapsed to a kneeling position in front
of her.
Eleanor uncrossed her legs and extended her feet together,
her gleaming patent leather pumps directly in front of Arthur's
face. The submissive male slave gulped hard when he noticed that
both gloved forefingers were pointing insistently toward her feet!
"Kiss my shoes!" Eleanor demanded in a superior voice.
Arthur swallowed and hesitated, feelings of intense
humiliation mingling with excitement at the thought of performing
such a submissive act.
"Go ahead, slave!" Eleanor told him. "It will teach you
humility!" Her forefingers continued to point insistently toward
the pointed toes of her spike pumps.
Unable to resist any longer, despite the humiliation
involved, Arthur impulsively leaned forward and pressed his lips
against the tip of her right shoe. Feeling his lips in contact
with the icy-smooth leather and sensing the nearness of her nylon-
clad feet and shapely legs, Arthur could feel the expanding
tautness in the front of his panties. Allowing his lips to linger
for a moment, he proceeded to kiss the other shoe in the same
fashion. When he drew back afterwards, their eyes met for a brief
moment, and his shamefaced look made it quite apparent to Eleanor
that her latest male trainee was completely enthralled by her.
"Stay on your knees," she told him. "I'll be back in a
minute." She got up and strode from the room with purposeful
strides.
Finding himself alone, Arthur obediently remained on his
knees. Although he couldn't help wondering what torments might be
in store for him if he remained, he knew that he did not wish to
escape the demanding dominatrix who obviously understood the art
of tormenting the male. Eleanor returned in a moment and Arthur
gave a start when he noticed that she was carrying a tray of
bondage materials.
"Please, you don't have to tie me up!" he told her.
"I'll make all the decisions!" Eleanor told him with a
freezing glare. "Now, hold out your hands!"
Feeling helpless to resist, Arthur meekly extended his hands
and watched as his wrists were quickly and efficiently snapped
into a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.
"See if you can get out of them!" Eleanor told him in a
confident voice.
As Arthur futilely tried to remove the manacles, Eleanor
proceeded to snap leather cuffs around his ankles. The two cuffs
were connected by an eight-inch chain, which made it possible for
him to walk only with very small steps.
"You're not going to get away now!" Eleanor told him.
Arthur realized that she was right, and began to wonder what
he had let himself in for. Knowing that he would have to suffer
any torment she decided to inflict, he felt a growing sense of
panic mingled with a strong surge of masochistic excitement at the
thought that he was now the helpless captive of that buxom and
attractive dominatrix. He wanted to speak but his mouth felt
parched.
Eleanor fastened a leather dog collar around his neck,
deliberately making it uncomfortably tight. She clasped the leash
attached to the collar in one gloved hand and looked down
superiorly at him. "Now I'm going to take you into my torture
chamber, slave!" she informed him, in a voice that made it all too
evident that she was really relishing the idea of tormenting him.
"Believe me, I wouldn't want to be in your place for anything!"
Arthur trembled noticeably as he listened to the threatening
words, but she gave him no time to reply.
"Come along!" the comely dominatrix ordered. "You have to
crawl, of course! Let's go!"
Yanking on the leash, she started leading him from the room.
Shackled and wearing the shameful panties, Arthur felt a mixture
of excitement and humiliation as she led him on all fours. Gazing
at her pencil-thin spike heels, steeply arched feet, and shapely,
nyloned calves, he was a willing prisoner.
Eleanor led him into the spare bedroom of her apartment,
which had been set aside as a bondage studio. The room was done
in black leather, and numerous bondage devices, some of them quite
bizarre, were strung on hooks on two of the four walls. The third
wall held an oversize mirror. Hooks and similar devices were
attached to the ceiling. Arthur's eyes widened with surprise as
he suddenly found himself in the strange and terrifying
surroundings. Almost instinctively, he tried to pull back, but
Eleanor gave him a firm yank on the leash and forced him into the
room.
"Come in here, slave!" Eleanor demanded. The dominatrix
picked up a three-foot slender switch and slashed it vigorously
across his pantie-clad buttocks.
"Ow!" Arthur yelped with surprise and pain as the lithe
switch cut smartly through the thin material of the panties.
"You'll get some more of that if you try to resist me!"
Eleanor warned in a menacing voice. Yanking firmly on the leash,
she pulled Arthur toward the middle of the room.
Cowering on all fours, Arthur took a quick look around the
bizarre room to examine the various bondage devices that were on
display. He realized that some of them might be employed on him
that very evening and involuntarily shuddered as Eleanor closed
the door to the torture room. They both knew that she could do
anything she wanted to with him and that he would simply have to
suffer the consequences. Her contemptuous, malevolent glare as
she gazed down at him made it all too evident that she was going
to enjoy making him suffer.
Eleanor walked over to a dresser and picked up a device that
resembled a pear. It was in fact a chokepear, an efficient and
extremely uncomfortable gagging device. The choke-pear consisted
of two halves of solid rubber held together by a metal mechanism
at the large end. The mechanism controlled a concealed inner
spring which, when released, would force the two halves of the
pear apart inside the wearer's mouth. The spring was quite
powerful and could not be controlled by the victim.
"Open your mouth, slave!" Eleanor demanded, dangling the pear
in front of his mouth.
"Please, don't!" Arthur pleaded in a hoarse voice.
Slash! Eleanor brought her switch down against his bare back
with a nasty slash.
"Ow!" Arthur gasped as the switch cut into his flesh.
Suspicious and reluctant but not really suspecting what the
choke-pear could accomplish, Arthur submissively opened his mouth.
Eleanor quickly popped the pear between his teeth and adjusted the
mechanism to release the spring. As the choke-pear suddenly flew
open in his mouth, pushing his jaws painfully far apart, Arthur
jerked as if a sudden jolt of electricity had been sent through
him. Making animal-like sounds of pain and distress, he
frantically clawed at his mouth with his manacled hands in an
effort to expel the painful object.
"Take your hands away this instant!" Eleanor demanded,
slashing at his bare hands with her switch. Stung by the painful
cuts across his hands, Arthur reluctantly lowered his them. His
face distorted by the expanded choke-pear in his mouth and unable
to speak in an intelligible manner, Arthur mutely appealed with
his eyes for release from the uncomfortable object. But the cruel
smile she flashed him in reply told him there would be no mercy
from her.
Without wasting any effort, the bizarre dominatrix lowered a
rope from a mechanical pulley in the ceiling and fastened it
securely to his handcuffs. She then flicked the switch that
activated the mechanical pulley and Arthur found himself slowly
but surely being pulled in an upward direction. Eleanor could not
refrain from smiling at the wild look of alarm on his face as he
realized what was happening to him. She had deliberately arranged
things so that he was facing the full-length mirror that adorned
one wall and could therefore observe his own ascent. It wasn't
long before he was on his feet with his arms being pulled high
over his head. His muscles straining, Arthur began to wonder how
much more he could stand. Watching him carefully and thoroughly
enjoying the discomfort she was inflicting on him, Eleanor did not
turn off the switch until Arthur was standing on his tiptoes with
every muscle in his body stretched to the utmost.
Observing his own torment in the mirror, Arthur could hardly
believe what was happening to him. Yet he found it strangely
exciting to be trussed up so helplessly in the bizarre bondage
chamber of that buxom and attractive dominatrix. He could see her
in the mirror, standing slightly behind him and observing him with
a mixture of amusement and contempt. It seemed plain to Arthur
that she hated men intensely and wouldn't stop at anything to
humiliate or hurt them.
With her new male slave reduced to total helplessness,
Eleanor decided to torment him all the more by partially
disrobing. She loved to tantalize her helpless male victims by
flaunting her voluptuous body in front of them, forcing them to
watch, and denying them the feminine charms so provocatively
displayed before their very eyes. Deliberately standing behind
him so that he could only watch her in the mirror, Eleanor began
unfastening her blouse. Arthur's eyes widened as he watched the
blouse opening in front to reveal a well-filled black brassiere.
Eleanor slowly removed the blouse completely and draped it over
the back of a chair. Next, she unfastened her black leather skirt
and gracefully stepped out of it. She was wearing a skimpy pair
of black panties and matching garter belt.
Clad only in her arm-length black kid gloves, black
brassiere, panties, garter belt, sheer black nylon stockings, and
skyscraper high heels, Eleanor paused for a moment just to
tantalize her trussed-up masculine victim. Forced to look at her
through the mirror, Arthur gazed with fascination at her lush,
scantily clad figure. Forgetting for a moment the discomfort he
was experiencing, he drank in her wide but smooth white shoulders,
steeply pointed black brassiere, narrow waist, plump pantie-clad
hips, and full but shapely, nylon-clad legs.
Reaching behind her, Eleanor unfastened her brassiere and
began removing it. Arthur's eyes widened as the two plump mounds
tumbled from the black cups of the brassiere, jouncing saucily in
front of his eyes at their sudden freedom. The boldness she
displayed in flaunting her voluptuous figure in front of him was a
vivid reminder to Arthur that he was totally helpless and at her
mercy. Arthur watched as if hypnotized as she hooked her gloved
fingers into the waistband of her black panties at each side, and
with deliberate slowness began pulling down the wispy garment.
Watching intently in the mirror, Arthur saw the triangle of
luxuriantly rich brown hair slowly come into view. Eleanor was
proud of the thick, almost shaggy, growth of brown hair between
her legs, and loved to torment her masculine victims with it in
various ways.
Tossing the panties aside, Eleanor paused for a moment behind
him to give him a view of her voluptuous figure. Clad only in her
long black gloves, garter belt, black nylon hose, and high heels,
she created an almost blinding effect on her helplessly trussed-up
victim. Gazing at her plump, pink-tipped breasts and the lush
triangle of brunette hair between her legs, Arthur was willing to
serve her any way she demanded regardless of the humiliation and
pain she might exact as her price.
"Now I think it's time for me to play with you awhile!"
Eleanor told him, in a voice that made plain she was really going
to relish the task. With his body strung up in total helplessness
and his jaws painfully distended by the choke-pear, Arthur could
do nothing but shudder as be observed the sadistic dominatrix.
picking up the whipping switch. Standing behind him and to his
left, she took careful aim with the switch, allowing it to brush
against the thin seat of his panties. Watching in the mirror,
Arthur braced for the assault.
Swish! The switch hissed through the air and landed squarely
across the tightly stretched seat of his panties. Arthur's
helpless body twitched reflexively as the switch stung sharply
across both sides of his hips. Eleanor observed his reaction with
a faint smile on her lips and then, tucking the switch under her
arm for a moment, stepped forward and rudely yanked his panties
down to expose his hips.
Swish! This time the switch landed on his completely bare
hips, stinging like a lick of fire. The choke-pear in his mouth
rendered Arthur's cry of pain inarticulate, and his entire body
tensed as he tried to brace himself for the punishment. Glancing
at the front of his body in the mirror, Eleanor detected the
erection that betrayed his true feelings about the cruel treatment
she was inflicting upon him.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Eleanor began applying the switch
vigorously to his defenseless buttocks, swinging from various
angles to obtain the maximum coverage. Forced to endure the
energetic switching, Arthur wondered how much he could stand. His
outcries of pain were completely muffled by the bizarre and
uncomfortable gag in his mouth, while his buttocks burned and
prickled and itched in a thoroughly maddening manner. To add to
his discomfort, every muscle in his body ached from being
stretched out in that torturous position.
Observing her victim closely both directly and in the mirror,
Eleanor continued putting the switch to him with forceful snaps of
her wrist. The sight of his twitching body, the crisscrossed red
lines on his buttocks, and his erection made the task all the more
enjoyable for the sadistic dominatrix. She always found
particular enjoyment in chastising a sexually aroused male, as if
she were punishing him for his arousal.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Arthur tried to protest and plead through the
restricting gag, but his muffled and half-choked attempts made no
sense. Tears in his eyes, he tried to look back over his shoulder
to appeal to his punishment mistress.
Swish! Swish! The cumulative effect of the vigorous
switching made each new application all the more painful.
Arthur's strung-up body twitched spasmodically each time the
switch lashed across his burning buttocks. Tears washing down his
cheeks, he gasped for breath and continued to make muffled sounds
through the expanded choke-pear in his mouth.
Finally, Eleanor decided that it was time to subject him to
some other form of torment. Tossing the switch aside, she flicked
the switch that reversed the overhead pulley. The rope that held
him up suddenly relaxed and Arthur found himself standing normally
on the floor once again. Eleanor released the rope, allowing him
to drop his manacled hands in front. He was breathless and weak,
and could offer no opposition as Eleanor pushed downward on his
shoulders to force him to his knees in front of her.
Arthur gulped as he found himself staring at close range into
the triangle of rich brown hair. In a thoroughly contemptuous
manner, Eleanor grasped his head with both gloved hands and
suddenly pushed his face lightly against the thick underbrush.
Grinding her hips, she rubbed his face in it. "That's just a
sample of what you'll have to do for me, slave!" she told him as
she released his head. "Now I'm going to take that gag out of
your mouth. But if I hear one single word from you, back in it
goes! Understand?"
Desperately eager to get the painful choke-pear out of his
mouth, Arthur nodded his head vigorously. Eleanor began working
with the mechanism that controlled the spring, and the pressure
inside his mouth immediately began to subside. The two halves of
the pear gradually came together, and Eleanor finally pulled the
device from inside his mouth.
"Remember, I want complete silence out of you or else!"
Eleanor warned him.
Cowering on his knees on the floor, Arthur watched with a
mixture of fear and excitement as the scantily clad dominatrix
walked over to a leather chair and seated herself. Attired only
in her long black gloves, garter belt, black stockings, and
gleaming high heels, the bizarre bondage queen gazed down
haughtily at her helpless male slave. Tormented and thoroughly
aroused by her voluptuous charms, Arthur wanted to speak but did
not dare.
"You're going to worship me, slave!" she informed him in an
imperious voice. As she spoke, the attractive dominatrix moved to
the outer edge of the chair and spread her legs well apart.
Arthur gazed intently at the heavy triangle of dark brown hair
which almost entirely concealed the pink lips of her vulva.
Crawling on all fours, he began making his way over to her.
Eleanor pointed a gloved forefinger toward the floor. "You must
start at my feet!" she informed him with a sneer.
Feeling completely abased but eager to comply with her
bizarre demands, Arthur immediately lowered his face to her feet
and began kissing her shoes. "Kiss my shoes all over!" Eleanor
told him, watching him closely. "Take your time about it!"
His face burning, Arthur kissed the gleaming patent leather
spike pumps from toe to heel as she had demanded. Masochistic
excitement mounting as he performed the degrading task, Arthur
could not refrain from licking the smooth leather with his tongue.
Eleanor watched his submissive performance with obvious
satisfaction.
Barely able to restrain his excitement, Arthur moved his lips
from her shoes to the cobwebby nylon covering her feet. Shod in
the four-inch high heel pumps, her pretty feet were arched almost
vertically in a manner the young male slave found quite
enthralling. Trembling with agitation, he kissed her nylon-clad
feet ardently, pressing his lips tightly against them. Gradually,
he began working upward with his lips, licking her ankles and full
but shapely calves.
"Take your time or I'll make you go back and start over
again!" Eleanor warned him.
Gazing upward from time to time at the brunette delta where
he would ultimately have to worship his bondage queen, Arthur
worked his lips up her nylon-clad calves to her rounded knees. A
disdainful smile on her face, Eleanor observed him carefully.
Moving farther between her legs, he began kissing her plump,
tapering thighs. Trying not to move too quickly, he worked his
way up to the expanded tops of her black nylons and finally
allowed his lips to brush against the velvety smooth bare flesh.
Eleanor spread her thighs wider apart to receive his enforced
attentions, and watched haughtily as he eagerly began kissing her
bare thighs. It wasn't long before his face was brushing against
the thick underbrush of brunette hair, and he could feel her
smooth thighs brushing against the sides of his cheeks. Unable to
restrain himself any longer, Arthur buried his face in the thick
bush and planted a firm kiss on her vulva. Eleanor clamped her
gloved hands down on his head, pressing his face tightly against
her and allowing him no escape.
"Use your tongue, slave!" the buxom dominatrix urged.
It was a command that did not have to be repeated. Arthur
eagerly extended his tongue and began to flick it against the
soft, plump lips of her vulva. His face buried in the brunette
delta, he couldn't see what he was doing and had to grope with his
tongue. By extending his tongue as far as possible, he managed to
work it between the outer folds of her vulva.
"Keep doing it!" Eleanor demanded, pushing his head closer to
her with her gloved hands.
Her feminine fluids soaking his face and trickling into his
mouth, Arthur worked his tongue up and down inside her split.
Thoroughly enjoying his servile caresses, Eleanor began working
her pelvic muscles back and forth in simulated coital movements.
Flicking her clitoris and vaginal entrance with his tongue, Arthur
found himself swimming in, feminine honey to the extent that his
sucking sounds were quite audible.
Completely aroused by this time, Eleanor could not resist the
opportunity to inflict more discomfort on her servile male slave.
With a suddenness that completely astonished Arthur, she
forcefully lifted him upward and turned him face down over her
lap!
"Aaaah!" Arthur gasped as she clamped her buxom thighs
painfully tight around his erect penis.
Smack! Eleanor's gloved hand smacked down vigorously against
his bare buttocks.
"Owww!" Arthur yelped, his manacled legs swinging backward in
response to the smarting spank.
Smack! Keeping a firm grip on his stiff penis with her
strong thighs, Eleanor began spanking his bare bottom smartly with
her gloved hand. His buttocks still stung and prickled
uncomfortably from the switching, which made the hand spanks hurt
all the more. Blinking back tears and gritting his teeth to keep
from crying out, Arthur jerked reflexively each time her gloved
hand came into contact with his bare bottom.
"You need lots of discipline, slave!" Eleanor told him,
continuing to apply her gloved palm without pause.
"Ouch! Oh! Don't!" Arthur gasped in a hoarse voice.
Smack! Smack! Eleanor smacked first one cheek and then the
other, quickly reddening his bottom. Each vigorous smack produced
an outcry of pain from Arthur, who found himself writhing in
anguish across her nylon-clad thighs. Despite the pain and
humiliation he was enduring, he found rising masochistic
excitement in having to submit to discipline from his mistress's
gloved hand and made no real effort to escape the punishing blows.
"Your bottom is getting red, slave!" Eleanor told him in a
sarcastic voice.
"Ouch! Oh! Please! Oww!" Arthur exclaimed each time her
gloved hand descended against his burning bottom.
Smack! Whack! Smack! Eleanor began spanking even harder,
bringing her gloved hand down with crisp, ringing spanks. His
bottom burning and throbbing painfully all over, Arthur began to
sob quite heavily. Jerking against the bonds that held him
prisoner, the hapless male slave twisted about on his bed of
masochistic torment. Eleanor took great satisfaction in watching
his masculine buttocks turn a fiery scarlet under her capable
palm; it was always a pleasure to see such visible evidence of the
pain she had been inflicting.
"There! That ought to hold you for awhile!" Eleanor told him
as she applied a final extra-hard spank. With a rude shove, she
pushed him off her lap to the floor. Arthur lay in a heap on the
floor, sobbing hard but highly aroused by the bizarre abuse he had
suffered. Eleanor quickly got to her feet and walked over to pick
up the switch she had previously discarded. Still attired only in
her long gloves, garter belt, black stockings, and spike-heeled
pumps, she stood in front of the full-length mirror with her legs
well apart and the switch held menacingly in her hands. The thick
triangle of hair at the fork of her legs was glistening with
moisture.
"Come over here, slave!" she demanded, pointing a gloved
forefinger to her midsection.
It was apparent what she wanted. Crawling on all fours,
Arthur quickly made his way over to her and buried his face in the
moist clump of hair. Eleanor spread her legs even farther apart
to give him more space to work in. Her gloved hands pressed
against his head, plastering his face against her wet charms.
"Bring me to a climax!" the sadistic dominatrix ordered. "And use
your hands on yourself!"
When Arthur hesitated about complying with the humiliating
order, Eleanor slashed the switch smartly down his back. Arthur
quickly capitulated, his manacled hands fumbling and stroking his
erect member. Glancing back over her shoulder, Eleanor watched
his bizarre self-manipulation in the mirror.
"Go on!" she urged, flicking him continually with the switch
to spur him on. "Bring us both to a climax!"
Highly aroused by the masochistic ordeal to which he had been
subjected, Arthur frantically worked his tongue up and down her
pink groove while at the same time manipulating his throbbing
penis. Despite the humiliation of having to masturbate in front
of her, he was completely overwhelmed with masochistic excitement
and soon ejaculated with vigorous spurts. Thoroughly enjoying his
self-abasement in the mirror, Eleanor quickly experienced her own
orgasm.
Nearly exhausted by the bizarre treatment, Arthur spent
sometime alone in the bathroom afterward trying to recover. He
looked quite meek and more than a little sheepish when he finally
emerged. Eleanor, who had replaced her clothing, was seated with
her shapely legs crossed in her living room easy chair.
"I wonder if we could, er, could get together again," Arthur
inquired somewhat embarrassedly.
Pleased but not surprised to find that she had added another
male slave to her stable, Eleanor smiled imperiously at him.
"I'll be even harder on you next time, slave!" she warned.
