Chapter 4
Marital Bondage
"For the past couple of years, my husband and I have
experimented with bondage and we both agree that it has added a
great deal of spice to our sex life!"
The above statement, by a pretty young woman, demonstrates
the growing acceptance of bondage as a form of erotic foreplay by
many of today's married couples. As modern couples continue to
experiment with wider variations of sexual activity, bondage and
other sexual games once thought to be kinky, or even perverse,
have enjoyed a surprising surge in popularity. We have already
examined some of the reasons underlying this development, and in
this chapter we will review this phenomenon specifically within
the marital context and with particular reference to situations
where the female plays the submissive role.
Although there are a variety of reasons why married couples
indulge in bondage activities, there appear to be two principal
explanations. In the first place, male-dominant bondage allows
the parties to enact erotic fantasies that conform with
traditional concepts about the appropriate role for each sex. In
a confusing world of changing sexual patterns, women's liberation,
and even female domination, male-dominant bondage sessions
reassert the old-fashioned concepts that equate femininity and
helplessness, masculinity and aggressiveness. Thus, in commenting
about their bondage sessions, many married couples make the point
that bondage allows them to play traditional roles denied to them
in real life. Remarks one young housewife: "Of course, the days
when a man could simply hit a woman over the head with a club and
drag her off to his cave are long past. But I think a lot of us
still have a longing for the cave-man type and the concept of the
aggressive man overpowering the female. With my husband and
myself, bondage helps us to act out these fantasies. It makes me
feel more feminine and I think it makes my husband feel more
masculine."
The second principal reason underlying the growing popularity
of marital bondage has been the discovery that bondage often works
wonders in releasing inhibitions. Even in this relatively
enlightened age, many women come from backgrounds that are
astonishingly repressive as far as sex is concerned. Such women
often develop strong inhibitions about sex, and, when they allow
themselves to indulge in sexual activity, they experience
correspondingly strong guilt feelings. For such women, bondage
provides a neat solution for their problems. Bound in helpless
subjugation, they can indulge in various sexual acts with reduced
or no feelings of guilt since they can rationalize that they are
being forced to submit and have no choice in the matter. This is
particularly true with respect to fellatio. Many women with
strong inhibitions about oral sex find that they can perform, and
even enjoy, fellatio when tightly bound and "forced" to perform
the act. Remarks one housewife: "Before discovering bondage, I
couldn't possibly have performed fellatio. Now, when I'm trussed
up to the point where I can barely budge, I find that it's not
only easy but quite enjoyable. But I must have the feeling that
I'm being forced to do it."
Another woman described her husband's bondage-fellatio
technique as follows: "When my husband decides that a bondage
session is in order for me, I must dress only in bra, panties,
garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels. Dressed like that
and carrying some clothesline rope for him to tie me up with, I
have to report to the living room. My hands and elbows are tied
tightly behind my back and my legs are tied at the ankle and knee,
leaving me completely helpless.
"I am then placed face-down over a rather long wooden coffee
table with my head extending over one end. My husband then sits
on a hassock in front of me so that my head is in his lap where I
can fellate him. He likes to stretch these sessions out as long
as possible, making me use every trick in the book with my mouth
and tongue to please him. He keeps his hands on my head so that
he can maneuver me as he wishes.
"Believe it or not, I really enjoy being tormented like that.
To me, being tied up completely helpless and having my mouth
filled with that bone-hard thing of his is terribly exciting. We
both enjoy seeing how far I can take it in, and it gets pretty
rugged at times. Yes, I always take his climax in my mouth. In
fact, he likes for me to leave it in afterward until it really
begins to go soft."
The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that
bondage serves to relieve inhibitions only upon the part of the
female partner. In fact, many men find that they are able to
perform much more adequately sexually when their female partner is
in bondage. "My wife and I are both ardent bondage fans," reports
one man. "I can be dead tired but the sight of her in scanty
attire and tied up in some manner can always get me going."
The following case histories will illustrate the bondage
practices of some modern married couples.
Case History No. 5
Sheila and Bryan L. are a married couple living in the
Cleveland area. A college graduate of thirty, Bryan is a civil
engineer. Sheila is a pretty honey blonde of twenty-seven who
works as a fashion coordinator. She has an excellent figure and
was a finalist in the Miss Ohio contest several years ago. The
two of them have been married for three years.
"Bryan got me started on bondage before we were married,"
Sheila related. "At first, it was just mild things such as tying
my hands behind my back when we were alone together in his car.
It was a completely new experience for me, of course, and while it
was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing at first, I soon began
to find it enjoyable and a little exciting.
"It soon became something of a regular thing for me to be
restrained in some manner when we were out on dates together.
Some of it was just in fun, of course. For example, sometimes he
would take me to a drive-in restaurant with my hands tied behind
my back. Despite my protests, he would leave me tied up and would
feed me by hand himself. Of course, that always made me feel like
a helpless baby.
"And of course sex was involved. When my hands were tied
behind me, he always made sure that my skirt was up so that my
pantyhose were well on display. Naturally, there was nothing I
could do to keep his hands from roaming, and I invariably wound up
blushing hotly and having my clothes in complete disarray.
Although I'm not exactly the inhibited type, I still found that it
was even more exciting to be helpless and unable to resist his
advances. Compared with some of the dates I had had, it was nice
to feel that I was with a fellow who knew how to master a woman.
"The first time we went all the way together, it was sort of
an accident. By that I mean neither of us had actually planned
for it to happen that way. it was a warm summer day and we had
gone on a picnic together in a rather isolated wooded area near
where I lived at the time. I remember that I was wearing just a
brief halter, white short shorts, and sandals. Bryan had put some
lengths of rope in the picnic basket, and after lunch persuaded me
to let him tie me up. He put me in a standing position against
the trunk of a tree, tying my wrists together behind me and
wrapping the ends of the rope around the trunk of the tree. He
then tied my torso to the tree just above and just below my
halter, making the ropes quite tight and putting just enough
pressure on my breasts to make me squirm a little.
"I guess he had been planning to tie my legs together, but
things never got quite that far. I could see that he had a pretty
big lump in his pants, and apparently the sight of me all trussed
up and vulnerable like that finally got to him. Anyway, the next
thing I knew he was unbuttoning my shorts! Of course, I screamed
and protested, as any girl would under the circumstances.
Remember that it was broad daylight and there was a possibility
that anyone could have come upon us.
"Well, despite my screams and protests, I was quickly
deprived of my shorts, and there I stood blushing in a very skimpy
pair of white panties. I begged Bryan to replace my shorts for
me, but instead he promptly began lowering my panties! Of course,
I nearly died at that. Screaming and just begging him not to do
such a thing to me, I just had to stand there and watch as my
panties came down my legs, right off me, and into Bryan's pocket.
There I stood, wearing only my halter and sandals!
"Of course, you know what happened next. Despite my blushes,
screams, protests, and frantic efforts to break loose, I didn't
have a chance. Bryan didn't waste a second getting his pants
open, and of course it was standing straight up. Just as if I
were some kind of animal, he shoved his hands between my legs and
jerked them apart, lifting me right off my feet until my thighs
were parallel with the ground. He then stepped between my legs
and sat me down on it, real hard!
"Oh, was that ever wild! Of course it was rape, although
that word didn't specifically occur to me at the time. Trussed-up
like that, I couldn't do a thing to protect myself, and wound up
crying and begging Bryan to have mercy on me. He had his hands
under my hips by this time and kept moving me up and down, while
at the same time vigorously pumping his own hips.
"I was soon nearly out of breath and almost in hysterics.
But for some reason, being trussed-up like that and taken in such
a brutal, almost savage, manner was wildly exciting. Despite my
tears and pleas for mercy, I could feel myself getting more worked
up by the moment. It hurt and my whole body ached, but I loved
it. I remember thinking that someone might discover us like that
and would obviously think that Bryan was raping me, but that
thought just seemed to make it all the more exciting.
"We both came to a climax in a short time, and I think my own
orgasm was even more intense than his. Bryan was a little
sheepish afterward, but I quickly assured him that I really loved
it no matter how I had carried on. Of course, after that
experience we were really into bondage as a form of erotic
foreplay. I started reading up on it so that I could know as much
about it as Bryan.
"We began collecting bondage equipment of various types, and
I began to experiment with various costumes. Partly I suppose
because of that first experience--both of us have a strong
preference for outdoor bondage scenes. We have a weekend cottage
some miles from town, and we like to get there as often as we can
for a bondage weekend. There are some excellent bondage props in
the cottage, but we prefer to get outdoors as much as possible.
Not only are outdoor scenes attractive, but there's always the
possibility that someone will discover us--which I always find
very exciting."
Like many bondage fans, Sheila and Bryan like to photograph
some of their sessions. Sheila showed me a set of eight outdoor
photos taken of her during a recent weekend at their cottage. The
photos were so much better than commercially available photos that
one could tell at a glance that the two of them were genuine
bondage enthusiasts.
In all of the photos, Sheila is fully dressed in long-sleeved
blouse with bare midriff, short black pleated skirt, rolled black
nylons, and black patent leather pumps with three-inch spike
heels. The photos all show her seated on the ground with her
hands and elbows tied behind her back, while a scarf gag covers
her mouth completely. In some of the photos her legs are free,
while in others her ankles are tied in a crossed position.
In a couple of the photos, her knees are also tied together
with an additional rope passed under her knees and around the back
of her neck, forcing her knees nearly into contact with her chin.
In all of the photos, her short black dress has been allowed to
ride up over the tops of her rolled black stockings, leaving a
glimpse of bare white thigh on view and making a highly appealing
display of shapely legs in black nylons and high heels.
"As you can see from the photos," Sheila explained, "we like
imaginative costuming. I almost always wear hose and heels, even
during outdoor sessions in the woods where it's more than a little
difficult to get around on spike heels. Even during very informal
sessions when I'm wearing just blouse and shorts, Bryan always
insists that I wear high heels.
"If we can't get away to the cottage for the weekend, then we
arrange a session at home. I think that all of the furniture in
our house has been used as a bondage prop at one time or another.
Since I like the sensation of being raped, I am often tied in a
position that leaves me vulnerable in one way or another.
Sometimes he will tie me and make me wait for what seems like
hours, but waiting seems to make it all the more exciting.
"At home, we also do outdoor bondage scenes whenever it's
feasible. We have some lawn furniture in back that is ideal for
this purpose, and also some trees that we use from time to time.
For example, one of his favorite tricks is to take me outdoors on
a warm day just at dusk and tie me to one of those trees in a
vulnerable position. He then goes away and leaves me by myself,
sometimes for an hour or even longer. That's an experience that
is not only uncomfortable but a little scary, but there's nothing
I can do but wait. His usual practice is to wait until it's
really dark and then sneak up and attack me before I realize
what's happening. Believe me, that's an experience! Sometimes in
the dark I'm not even sure it's him, and it's a good thing I'm
always tightly gagged on such occasions or everyone in the
neighborhood would hear me screaming. But, no matter how many
times we've done it, I still get the wildest orgasms when I'm
attacked like that.
"Another bondage game we like to play is called Abduction.
To make it more exciting for me, I'm never given any advance
notice when he plans one of these sessions. He will suddenly grab
me, usually at a time when I don't even realize he's in the house,
and quick as a jiffy I'll be tied, gagged, and sometimes even
blindfolded. He then dumps me over his shoulder like I'm a sack
of flour, hauls me out to the car, and tosses me in the trunk. We
then go for a drive out in the country somewhere. Of course, it's
pitch-black and uncomfortable in the trunk anyway, and it seems as
if he deliberately chooses the roughest country roads and has an
absolute genius for hitting every chuckhole in the road. As a
result, I get bounced around like a basketball, but of course
there isn't a thing I can do to make it easier for myself. When
we get to some rural and isolated area, he will stop the car and
haul me out of the trunk. Tossing me over his shoulder, he will
carry me off someplace where we can't be seen from the road and
rape me. Once I remember he positioned me face-down over a tree
stump, bared my bottom, and without further ado proceeded to take
me from the rear.
"These abduction games involve some really rough bondage and
sex, but that makes it more exciting for both of us. We're always
trying to think up new games along this line. For example, one
time I played the role of the attractive female spy caught by the
secret police. That time I wound up supine and spread-eagled on
the kitchen table wearing only garter belt and hose, while a
sawed-off broomstick served as a dildo as I performed fellatio for
him!
"Thus far, the two of us have never attempted to get in touch
with others who might share our interests. I'm sure that our
ideas are pretty far-out for most people, and I'd like to see the
expressions on some of our friends' faces if they discovered some
of the things we like to do. But there can be no doubt that
bondage and rough sex have added a great deal of spice to our
life."
Case History No. 6
Carol P. is a willowy blonde of thirty who lives in a
well-to-do suburban area of St. Louis with her husband Jim, an
architect. A shapely and vivacious woman who worked as a
restaurant hostess prior to her marriage, Carol has been married
for four years. She and her husband are dyed-in-the-wool bondage
fans and the two of them engage in regular sessions.
With Carol's complete acquiescence, Jim is the dominant
member of the twosome. Carol's life is regulated down to the last
detail and in ways that other couples would not even consider.
For example, Jim is in complete charge of Carol's wardrobe and
selects all of her clothing for her. He even has a code of dress
regulations that she must abide by at all times. For example,
Carol is forbidden to even own a girdle even though she is rather
girlishly plump in the hips and, in her opinion at least, needs a
girdle at times. Like many men, Jim also has an aversion to
pantyhose and requires Carol to wear regular-length stockings and
garter belt instead. "As short as skirts are these days, I have
to be very careful," Carol says. "But even so, there are times
when I just can't help showing hose tops and garters, such as when
I'm getting out of the car. Although it's very embarrassing for
me, Jim insists that it's really sexy and won't have it any other
way."
When the two of them are alone around the house on evenings
and weekends, the dress regulations require Carol to go about the
house in ultra-short skirts that continually display stocking
tops. "I've never really gotten used to the idea of going around
with my long legs constantly on display like that." Carol flushed
a little as she spoke. "But I must admit that it keeps Jim
interested in me."
Around the house, Carol is expected to wait on Jim hand and
foot, catering to his every whim no matter how unreasonable it
might be. At times, she is required to serve him while fettered
in serving shackles. This consists of leather-and-chain hobbles
at the ankles and stainless steel cuffs at the wrists. Both the
hobbles and the cuffs have ten-inch connecting chains, which
permit her to move about and perform any assigned task although
she must be careful. Any complaints by Carol on such occasions
may result in her serving a sentence in an antique metal scold's
bridle that Jim acquired at considerable expense from a private
collector.
Another antique bondage device that Jim owns is a chastity
belt picked up in England a few years ago. He particularly enjoys
making Carol wear it when they go out for an evening.
"Deliciously embarrassing is the only way you can describe it,"
Carol remarked about the chastity belt. "Of course, others don't
know I'm wearing it but I'm still very self-conscious about it.
And I always have to be careful that the outline of it doesn't
show through my clothes."
Along with bondage, the two of them share a mutual interest
in dunking. They have an outdoor swimming pool in their backyard
that is well secluded and often serves as the stage for their
bondage sessions. Jim has even installed lights so that the pool
can be used for nighttime bondage sessions. In their garage, he
keeps a modern replica of an old-fashioned dunking stool. This
consists of a solid wood armchair securely attached to a
twelve-foot-long four-by-four. When removed from the garage, the
arrangement can be mounted on an inconspicuous platform at the
side of the pool where it serves as an efficient dunking stool.
"We've had several interesting episodes with that dunking
stool," Carol related. "In fact, the latest occurred just last
Saturday and in broad daylight. I had just returned from a
shopping trip where I had had my hair done for a party we were
going to that night. It was a warm day and I was wearing a light
but form-fitting summer dress, beige hose, and white pumps.
"As soon as I got home, Jim called me out to the backyard.
When I saw that dunking stool in position at the side of the pool,
I knew only too well what he had in mind. Of course, I tried to
beg off, telling him among other things that it would simply ruin
my new hairdo. But when he has his mind made up on something like
that, there really isn't much point arguing with him, and I soon
found myself seated in that chair.
"As usual, he tied me securely to the chair with various
clothesline ropes. My wrists and arms were tied to the arms of
the chair, while my ankles and knees were tied to the front legs
of the chair. To make it more embarrassing for me and interesting
for him, my dress and white slip were gathered up to the tops of
my legs-leaving stocking tops, garters, and bare thighs completely
on display. Of course, I kept pleading with him to spare me at
least until the party was over, but he wasn't even listening.
"The next thing I knew the chair was swinging out over the
water and, as usual, I was squealing as loud as I could. After
pausing for a moment to torment me, he simply released the chair
and I went down like a rock. In nothing flat, I was totally
immersed in the water. Oh, is that ever a horrible feeling to be
trapped down there like that! Although I know Jim isn't going to
let me drown, it's still almost impossible to keep from panicking
when you're so helpless like that. As usual, Jim left me down
there about as long as I could stand it, and I thought my lungs
were going to burst before I finally felt the chair being lifted.
Finally I emerged from the water, totally soaked of course and
feeling very much like a drowned rat. Needless to say, my new
hairdo was totally in ruins.
"Jim let me sit there at the side of the pool for a few
minutes still tied in that chair. Soaking wet and with my skirts
still pulled up over my nylons, I know I made quite a sight. Jim,
who thinks that there is nothing more appealing than a girl who is
soaking wet and tied up at the same time, couldn't take his eyes
off me and I knew the session was far from over.
"Finally, Jim untied me from the chair and I got to my feet.
With my light dress and slip soaked clear through like that,
naturally you could see everything. Sloshing water in my shoes, I
walked into the house with Jim following from the rear where he
could enjoy the view. Leaving a damp trail as I went, I made it
to the family room bath where Jim had me peel off everything
except my garter belt and stockings.
"Still damp and shivering, I stood there trying hard not to
complain as he fastened a wide leather dog collar around my neck.
There was an extra-long slim leather leash attached to the collar,
and from past experience I knew what that meant. He passed the
leash under my legs and brought it up quite firmly right between
the crevice of my buttocks, and as a result I found myself
standing up on my toes. Believe me, that is a very uncomfortable
and humbling way for a girl to be forced-marched to the main
bedroom. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the full-length
hall mirror. Oh, what a sight I made! Long-legged and looking
even longer-legged on my toes like that, wearing only garter belt
and hose, with that humiliating collar and strap doing their
meanest--I still blush just thinking about it.
"In the bedroom, I soon found myself supine and spread-eagled
on the bed with my wrists and ankles tied securely to the
bedposts. Jim quickly hooked up an electric vibrator he often
likes to use on me, and it didn't take him long to get it firmly
fitted into my vagina. The speed of the vibrator can be regulated
within quite a range, and he started it out nice and low. In a
moment, I was beginning to squirm and twist quite nicely.
"He quickly peeled off his clothes and jumped on the bed
astride me. In a moment he was leaning over me, allowing his
thing to dangle against my face. It was partially hard to begin
with, and it didn't take him long to get a good erection. I
opened my mouth and began working the tip in. I like to do it
nice and slow, with plenty of tongue-flicking, and I could tell
that he appreciated it. He was working the vibrator adjuster with
his hand, and he turned it up a notch.
"He let me work it into my mouth at my own speed. He's
pretty well built down there and it's always a real mouthful to
manage at first. By pausing at various stages, I managed to get
it in very deep, the way he likes it. Once again he turned the
vibrator up a notch and waited for a few moments while I got
accustomed to having my mouth filled like that. Finally, I turned
my head from side to side under him, letting him know that I was
ready for him to begin stroking.
"Turning up the vibrator to make me squirm all the more, he
slowly began pumping back and forth atop me. I always love this
type of double assault when I'm completely helpless like that, and
I was soon wriggling and moaning under him. He took his time
about it, but gradually I could feel the strokes becoming faster
and the penetration deeper. Every few seconds he would turn the
vibrator up a little more, and soon had me pumping my pelvis with
regular movements.
"Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and simply went
wild! Moaning and making all kinds of animal noises, I flopped
around under him as much as I could and sucked like crazy on that
rock-hard stick of his. He was thrusting for-ward, hard, with
each stroke, really jamming it in me nearly to my throat. That
hurt, but the pain just turned me on all the more. He waited
until the very last moment before turning the vibrator up to full
speed. That really made me jerk around under him, and I braced
myself for what I knew was going to be a real load in the mouth.
He thrust forward with one final ram and I could feel the jets of
warm fluid splashing against the back of my mouth. With that
vibrator going full blast and his thing popping off deep inside my
mouth, I felt totally conquered, completely overwhelmed. That's
just the feeling I need to really set me off and I went off like a
string of firecrackers.
"That's a sample of the type of bondage fun and games that
Jim and I go in for. As you can see, we like costuming, dunking,
bondage, and of course plenty of wild sex."
Case History No. 7
Doris and Larry W. have been married for fifteen years and
both are in their late thirties. Doris is a brunette of medium
height, pleasantly buxom without being overblown, who looks much
younger than her actual age. The two of them live in a suburb of
Chicago, where Larry works as a salesman. They are both confirmed
bondage fans and have been so as long as they can remember.
"My husband and I get a little amused when we hear the
under-thirty crowd acting as if they invented kinky sex," comments
Doris. "My husband and I have been confirmed bondage fans, or you
might more accurately say bondage-spanking fans, since our
marriage fifteen years ago. And, I might add, we're just as much
interested in it today as we ever were. With us, it's a way of
life and we wouldn't think of changing."
In their relationship, Larry plays the dominant role. "I
grew up in a home where the male was boss, but definitely,"
explains Doris. "My father kept my sister and me in line with
spankings even when we were in our late teens and early twenties.
Of course, you have to remember that this was nearly twenty years
ago when things weren't so permissive as they are today, and in
those days we weren't the only girls who got our bottoms warmed
when we needed it.
"Those spankings were never any laughing matter either. They
were always completely bare-bottom affairs, even when we were
fully grown, which often meant unhooking stockings and lowering
our girdles as well as our panties. Dad used his hand and an old-
fashioned leather razor strap, and never stopped until the
physical evidence persuaded him that we had learned our lesson.
That meant flaming-red, burning-hot buttocks that stayed glowing
hot for hours afterward.
"I can still vividly remember the humiliation of having to
unfasten my good nylons, pulling down my girdle and panties, and
hoisting my skirts before getting across Dad's knees. But the
burning pain and heat of the spanking always made me overlook the
humiliation, at least for the time being. Of course, all of this
is ancient history now, but it does explain why I like the idea of
having a man in charge of the house."
As he has done for a number of years, Larry tries to schedule
at least one bondage session a week and sometimes arranges two.
"As many times as we've done it," Doris explains, "I still get
very apprehensive and do a lot of nail-biting beforehand. When
Larry decides to conduct an evening session at home, he calls me
around noon to give me advance notice. Of course, this gives me
several hours to think about it and I usually manage to get myself
worked up into a pretty good state.
"On such evenings, it is understood that I must be in my
bondage uniform when he gets home. Although variations occur from
time to time, the basic costume consists of sleeveless white satin
blouse, full arm-length black kid gloves, abbreviated and very
tight black satin skirt a couple of sizes too small, black nylon
hose, and spike-heeled patent leather pumps. The undies must all
be black: brassiere, panties, and extremely tight girdle of nylon
and spandex elastic. This outfit is designed to be both appealing
and restrictive, and I must say that it accomplishes both
purposes. The skirt is so tight that it serves almost like a pair
of hobbles, forcing me to take very tiny steps. To climb stairs
or perform similar acts, I simply have to lift it out of the way.
The girdle is also very tight, much tighter than I would normally
wear.
"Wearing that outfit, I have to serve Larry drinks and dinner
as if I were the maid. Of course, in that restrictive outfit I'm
a little uncomfortable and it's difficult getting around in that
tight skirt, but Larry always enjoys making me wait on him like
that. Knowing, or least having a good idea of, what's in store
for me afterward, I always find it is a good idea not to complain
too much.
"After dinner he takes me into his study for the first stage
of the ceremonies. A plain wooden chair is placed in the middle
of the room, and I am required to sit backwards on it, moving as
close to the back of the chair as I can get. This of course
leaves my legs split well apart and pulls my skirt up to reveal
stocking-tops, garters, and bare thighs. First, my gloved wrists
are tied together in a crossed position in the small of my back.
Next, my ankles are tied to the back legs of the chair. To make
me feel all the more helpless, my thighs are then tied quite
securely to the sides of the chairs by ropes wrapped tightly
around my thighs just below the tops of my stockings. Of course,
while this is going on there is nothing for me to do but sit there
and stew. Next, he brings out the leather punishment helmet. The
one we have is made of brown leather, opens with a zipper, and is
mounted on a firm leather discipline collar that fits snugly
around the neck. The helmet has openings only for the nostrils
and the mouth, and is well padded around the ears to block out
most sounds. It is quite an imposing punishment device, and I
always swallow a little hard at the prospect of being imprisoned
in it.
"Of course, my wishes are never consulted in the matter, and
my head and neck are promptly confined in the collar and helmet.
When my husband zips it up, that helmet really fits my head like a
glove, even outlining my features. Of course, I can't see myself
in it but Larry has taken some pictures of me in it so that I know
what I look like.
"Next comes the gag, which is always mandatory as far as
Larry is concerned. Although he occasionally likes to experiment,
he basically prefers to employ a rubber ball with a length of rope
inserted through it. I'll have to admit that that rubber ball is
devilishly effective. When he pushes it between my teeth and ties
the rope tightly at the base of my neck, I have no choice but to
constantly bite down on the gag, and that soon has my jaws
definitely feeling it.
"When I have been helmeted and gagged like that, a leather
leash is attached to a ring on the front of the discipline collar.
My legs are untied for the time being and I am helped to my feet.
My hands are left tied behind my back but that doesn't mean they
have nothing to do. My satin skirt is rolled up and I am required
to hold it up with my hands."
At this point, Doris produced a photograph which showed her
attired and shackled in the manner she had been describing. The
photo shows her head completely encased by the leather helmet,
while the rubber-ball gag forces her mouth wide apart, and the
discipline collar forces her to hold her head severely upright.
Her wrists are tied in a crossed position behind her back and her
gloved fingers are holding up her black satin skirt to reveal
plump, tapering white thighs emerging from the tops of sheer black
stockings. The whole effect of the photo is of helpless and
willing submission.
"Larry then takes the leash and leads me down to a spare room
in the basement which we have set aside as a bondage chamber. He
uses all sorts of bondage positions and, during the course of a
session, I am usually tied in at least three different positions.
The helmet and gag are always left in place so that I can't see
what's in store for me and can't complain no matter what he does
to me. He has quite an imagination, and some of those sessions
can really get grueling after awhile.
"For example, at our session last week he started me out by
removing my skirt and tying my legs very tightly together at the
ankles and knees. He then attached a rope to the bonds at my
wrists and began pulling it upward through one of several overhead
devices he has installed in the ceiling. It wasn't long before I
was bending very far forward, and was beginning to feel
considerable strain on my arms and shoulders. He didn't stop
until I was standing well up on my toes, and in fact was hardly
touching the floor.
"I don't know how long he kept me in that position, perhaps
just a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. It wasn't long
before every muscle in my body was aching, and I was desperately
trying to signal him through the gag to release me. I'm sure it
was a very appealing bondage pose as far as he was concerned, but
it was pretty rugged for me.
"The next position was easier, at least to begin with.
Untying me completely, but leaving the helmet and gag in place, he
had me stretch out supine on a low-slung wood coffee table that's
about a foot high. My knees hung over the end of the table, which
permitted my ankles to be tied to two of the table legs. He then
passed my wrists under the coffee table and tied them somewhat
loosely together. Another rope was tied around my waist and the
table. That completed the bondage, which in itself was not too
uncomfortable. However, as soon as he had finished restraining
me, he simply turned the table over on the floor! This left me
lying face down on the floor with that table right on top of me,
and there wasn't a way in the world I could work my hands free.
That basement floor of ours is good and hard, as I found out
during the next fifteen minutes. That position wasn't painful but
it was wretchedly uncomfortable, and there were times when I
thought he was going to leave me there all night.
"When he released me, I thought I had had enough bondage for
the evening and tried to tell him so through the gag. But he had
one more position in mind and that was a session on the wheel, as
we call it. We have a large, old-fashioned farm-wagon wheel
mounted along one wall several feet off the floor in such a way
that the wheel can be spun around quite freely. Still helmeted
and gagged, I didn't realize what Larry had in mind until he stood
me on a wooden box and I could feel the wheel at my back. A ride
on the wheel is always wild and I found my knees getting a little
weak under me at the prospect of being given a good spin. Larry
quickly tied my wrists and ankles to various spokes of the wheel
in a slightly spread-eagle fashion. Suddenly I felt the wheel
turning, and around I went! Larry kept turning the wheel and of
course it kept gathering momentum with every turn. Was that ever
a wild sensation! If it hadn't been for the gag, I'm sure the
neighbors could have heard me screaming. Larry didn't stop
turning the wheel until I was completely breathless and hopelessly
dizzy, and then he let the wheel run down of its own accord. I
wound up standing on my head and simply had to remain in that
position until Larry released me a few minutes later.
"I was a little wobbly on my knees and he gave me a couple of
minutes to sort of recover my composure. Before proceeding once
again, he had me place my hands behind my back with each palm
cupping the opposite elbow. He then tied my wrists and forearms
very securely together. When I felt his fingers unfastening my
stocking supporters and rolling my hose neatly down to my knees, I
knew what was in store for me next and really found my knees
getting watery under me.
"Unzipping the zipper at the side of my girdle, Larry pulled
it down with a firm yank to around my knees. As might be
expected, my panties were pulled down along with it, leaving me
completely bare and vulnerable around the midsection. He didn't
waste much time pulling me face down over his lap, and I felt my
thirty-nine inch bottom sticking up as bare as can be. As usual,
there was a horrid pause, and I found myself quivering and
puckering while the helmet concealed my blushes.
"He began with his hand, deliberately applying light spanks
to torment me. Smacking lightly and almost gently, and leaving
his palm in place for a moment afterward, he began working up one
side and down the other. Helmeted, gagged, and helpless, I
couldn't do much except squirm and kick my legs. In a couple of
moments, he began spanking a little harder, and I could feel
myself getting nicely warm and prickly. I knew I was getting pink
back there, although of course I couldn't see for myself.
"After that light warmup, I suddenly found myself receiving a
very crisp zinger that smacked right across the crevice and really
flattened me. Of course, I bucked up and would have shrieked had
it not been for the gag in my mouth. Taking his time about it, he
applied about a dozen similar smacks, making sure that both cheeks
received equal coverage. By this time, I was crying softly under
my helmet while squirming and swinging my legs back and forth. As
usual on such occasions, I was noticeably wet between the legs and
I suppose that shows what I really thought about being spanked
while completely helpless.
"As soon as the hand spanking came to a halt, Larry went to
work with the strap. He keeps an old-fashioned black leather
razor strap well oiled just for such occasions, and my whole body
jerked spasmodically as that sleek strap coiled around the curves
of my buttocks. The gag muzzled my howl as I felt the burning
heat surging through my hips, and I instinctively tried to work my
hands free to protect myself, although of course that was
impossible. He began applying the strap to me with slow,
deliberate strokes, curving that smooth strap completely around my
buttocks each time. He really knows how to do it, and each
application made my entire body jump as if a jolt of electricity
had suddenly been passed through it. My buttocks began to burn
furiously with a deep, penetrating heat, and I was soon crying
quite hard, although the helmet prevented that from being
apparent. Had it not been for the gag, I'm sure my shrieks would
have been simply earsplitting.
"The strapping just seemed to go on and on, really driving me
frantic. I squirmed and wriggled furiously on his lap, kicking my
stockinged legs as much as my lowered girdle would permit. As the
bonfire continued to build up in my buxom hips, my excitement
continued rising to a fever pitch, and I'm sure his trouser legs
must have been quite soaked as a result. Twisting my helmeted
head around over my shoulder, I desperately tried to plead with
him, but of course I couldn't make any sense through the gag.
"The strapping suddenly came to a halt, and I found myself
being forcibly lifted to my feet. Still helmeted, gagged, and
bound at the wrists, I was quickly positioned in a kneeling
position on a wooden chair with my bosom resting on top of the
chair, my burning and scarlet bottom jutting outward in back.
Knowing that I was helpless and vulnerable in two ways, I couldn't
do anything except tremble and drip between the legs.
"In a moment, I felt his rigid cock probing my vulva and I
breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes he goes the other way and
he's so big that he nearly slices me apart. He slipped it in, and
I felt my vaginal walls expanding to receive it. Grasping me at
the waist to maneuver my body, he began pumping while I started
working my hips around as fast as I could. We were both so worked
up that it didn't take us long to climax. I always find it
especially a thrill to have to submit to intercourse while I'm
helpless to defend myself, and as usual on such occasions that
made my orgasm all the more violent."
