Chapter 5
Bondage Threesomes
In this chapter, we will consider the subject of bondage
threesomes with particular reference to married couples who seek
outside participants for their bondage sessions. As we noted in
an earlier chapter, bondage threesomes occur in a variety of
contexts. Thus, a third party may serve either as a passive
witness or as a participating witness.
The passive witness performs a more important function than
might be realized. The additional humiliation of being observed
by an outsider provides added and often intense masochistic
excitement for the victim, and also helps to gratify the victim's
unconscious exhibitionist tendencies. Passive witnesses would
probably be employed much more frequently were it not for the fact
that many persons cannot be trusted to be discreet about such
matters.
A participating witness can serve in one of four capacities:
sole aggressor, co-aggressor, sole victim, or co-victim. Couples
who are both submissive enjoy finding a third party who will put
them through their paces together, while couples who are dominant
like to find submissive individuals to serve in the role of
victim. In the latter case, the victim is most often a female.
However, males sometimes serve in such roles; particularly men
with strongly submissive-transvestite-bisexual tendencies.
Normally a third party (nearly always female) will be sought
out to play the role of co-victim in situations where the wife
plays a submissive role in the marriage. The co-victim in such a
situation performs a number of functions, not the least of which
is allowing the wife to satisfy her unconscious lesbian
tendencies. Single girls who desire to play the role of co-victim
usually find no shortage of couples willing to allow them to play
this role.
A third party may also serve in the role of co-aggressor. A
male is rarely called upon to play this role, since dominant males
do not want their participation and dominant females have no need
for them unless their victims possess strong homosexual
tendencies. However, dominant females are often called upon to
act in the role of co-aggressor. This usually occurs in
situations where the third party joins with another dominant
female to inflict double torment upon a submissive male. However,
occasionally a dominant female will be called upon to assist a
dominant male in inflicting masochistic torment upon a submissive
female. This most frequently occurs where the victim has strong
lesbian tendencies, but also has strong inhibitions that permit
her to indulge in lesbian activities only under duress.
The following case histories will provide some examples of
the activities of bondage threesomes.
Case History No. 8
Betty C. is twenty-two, a college senior majoring in
journalism. A comely brunette who stands five feet, four inches
and possesses an appealing 36-24-35 figure, Betty is an
adventurous and fun-loving girl who has traveled extensively in
Europe and the States. She has had a succession of boyfriends but
prefers to avoid any serious involvements at this stage of her
life. Betty regards herself as a sexual sophisticate and, among
other things, has experimented with erotic bondage.
"As far as I'm concerned, I practically earned a master's
degree in sex last summer!" Betty remarked with an amused smile as
our interview began. "Let me explain. Last summer I received an
invitation to spend my vacation in Vancouver with a couple of
friends of my older sister, whose names are Ken and Nancy. I had
never been in that part of the world before and jumped at the
chance.
"The scenery was breathtaking and I fell in love with the
area immediately. Ken and Nancy are only about four years my
senior, so we had lots in common, Nancy is a leggy honey blonde
who's very pretty and has a really eye-catching figure. She
worked as an airline stewardess with an international line before
getting married, so she knows her way around. Ken's family is
quite wealthy and the two of them live on their own private estate
in an extremely large house. In fact, you might call it a
mansion. That of course meant they had plenty of room for me.
The first few days there was plenty to keep me busy: horseback
riding, swimming, sunning, and so on. Either Ken or Nancy or
usually both of them were with me most of the time.
"However, I soon began to notice that Ken and Nancy bad a
habit of slipping off to a small guesthouse that was located some
distance from the main house. Although it was obvious what they
were up to, I was still rather puzzled about what was so special
about the guesthouse. After all, presumably they could have done
the same thing in their own bedroom.
"This continued for several days, and I must admit that my
curiosity began to get the best of me. One evening I noticed the
two of them slipping away right at dusk, and couldn't resist the
temptation to follow them. After giving them a few minutes' head
start, I walked down the path that led to the guesthouse. It had
grown quite dark and I had no fear of being accidentally
discovered. When I came closer to the guesthouse, I could see
that a light was on and that one of the windows was wide open.
When I got close enough to the guesthouse to take a peek inside,
believe me, I had to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from
screaming with surprise! It was one of those scenes that you
might read about or see in a movie, but it wasn't anything you'd
expect to see in real life.
"Wearing only a pair of dark-brown nylons and a garter belt,
Nancy was strung up by her hands to a hook in the ceiling! She
was nearly off the ground, her entire body straining and her long
blond hair flowing down her bare back. Ken, stripped to his
shorts, was standing behind her and to her left, and was putting a
leather strap to her bare buttocks!!
"I could hardly believe my own eyes. On the surface, you
would never dream that those two would go in for something like
that. Completely stunned by what I was watching, I stood there
looking on as Ken continued applying that strap to her hips. With
each application, Nancy jerked almost spasmodically and, throwing
back her head, would utter a cry that mingled pain with definite
excitement. It was readily apparent that she was thoroughly
enjoying the bizarre abuse he was inflicting upon her.
"That strapping just seemed to go on and on. Although
Nancy's buttocks soon became a flaming scarlet and every muscle in
her body must have been aching from being stretched out like that,
she never once complained or asked to be spared. From time to
time, I caught sight of her face and, though she was sobbing and
her distress was quite apparent, it was obvious that she was
wildly excited. Ken never seemed to let up with the strap. It
was apparent from the hefty bulge in his shorts that he was
thoroughly enjoying himself. He had seemed like such a pleasant
and bland fellow that it seemed almost impossible that he would be
capable of inflicting such pain on a woman.
"To my own astonishment, I found my own excitement rising as
I watched that bizarre scene. I tried to imagine what it must be
like to be in Nancy's position with the strap being put to me
unmercifully by a well-built and thoroughly aroused male. I kept
glancing at the bulge in Ken's shorts and wishing there was some
way for me to get in on the act.
"Nancy's pretty buttocks were fire-engine-red when Ken
finally tossed the strap aside. She was sobbing and begging him
for sex in a highly aroused, almost abandoned, manner. It was
hard to imagine that such severe mistreatment could have excited
her that much, but there was no doubt that she was simply carried
away.
"Biting my nails, I watched as Ken stripped off his shorts.
Boy, was he ever built! He stepped up behind her and grabbed her
roughly, pulling her helpless body toward him. Although I
couldn't see distinctly, it was apparent from Nancy's earsplitting
screams that he was impaling her anal canal on that thick pole of
his! The very idea made my knees get weak under me. Sobbing and
crying out with exclamations that mixed pain and excitement, Nancy
writhed sensuously as he stood behind her pumping vigorously. As
they twisted about, I could see that sturdy red muscle pumping in
the crevice of her buttocks. It was a horrifying yet fascinating
sight, and I found myself getting wet between the legs at the
thought of being in Nancy's place. The pain she was enduring must
have been excruciating, but it was quite obvious that she really
wanted it that way.
"When their spasms and loud gasps made it apparent that they
bad both achieved an orgasm, I decided that it was time for me to
slip away. I was shaking like a leaf from what I had seen and,
deciding that I couldn't possibly face them that evening at least,
I retired to my room for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't
take that bizarre sight out of my mind for anything. It was so
exciting, so compelling, that I kept thinking about it. Feeling a
little juvenile, I found myself masturbating and soon reached a
warm, wet climax.
"I finally drifted off to sleep afterward, but the next day I
couldn't help thinking about what I had seen. It was all so
bizarre and different from anything I had ever experienced that my
curiosity was simply overwhelming. For some reason, I knew I
wanted to at least experiment with it. Although I naturally had
grave reservations about what I was doing, that afternoon I
confessed to Nancy that I had seen everything the previous
evening.
"She looked quite surprised and embarrassed, but then laughed
when I remarked that I wished some of my boyfriends would treat me
that way. We started talking about it and she explained in
considerable detail about how the two of them were ardent bondage
devotees. She added that an entire room in their house had been
set aside as a secret bondage chamber, but that they had been
using the guesthouse during my visit because they were afraid that
they would be overheard in the house.
"By this time, I was just dying to see that bondage chamber
and also wanted to get some experience myself. I admitted as much
to Nancy, who seemed quite surprised but pleased. Explaining that
they had never had an outsider participate in their sessions
before, she indicated that she was sure that Ken would have no
objection.
"Of course, as might be expected, Ken didn't have the
slightest objection. In fact, he decided that it was time to
initiate me right then and there! He and Nancy held a brief
conversation, and then she asked me to accompany her to their
bedroom. On the way, she explained that Ken wanted us both to be
dressed in fetish-style outfits for the occasions Deciding that it
would be better not to ask any questions, I went along with the
idea.
"In their large bedroom, Nancy began showing me part of their
extensive collection of leather and rubber apparel and boots. I
had seen some pictures of garments like that, but had never
realized that individuals actually had collections of them. I
would liked to have spent some time examining them, but Nancy
explained that Ken could get quite impatient if we made him wait.
"At Nancy's suggestion, I dressed in a basic outfit
consisting of black nylon panties, matching garter belt, and sheer
black nylons. Omitting a bra, I put on a skimpy leather halter
that left my midriff bare and showed considerable cleavage. With
this, I wore a very abbreviated black leather skirt that failed to
cover my stocking tops. With some assistance from Nancy, I then
put on full-length kid gloves that fit me like a second skin.
Finally, Nancy brought out a pair of spike-heel knee-length black
leather boots that were laced all the way up in front.
Fortunately, they were a perfect fit. It took me awhile to lace
them up properly, but the results were well worth the effort. The
boots left my feet arched quite steeply, and molded very tightly
around my ankles and calves, outlining them perfectly. Properly
booted and wearing the leather outfit, I examined myself in the
full-length mirror. I'm afraid I blushed a little when I realized
how short my skirt really was, but I was really pleased with the
outfit. Although I had never worn such high heels before, I found
that they were surprisingly easy to walk in and really had an
enhancing effect on my legs.
"Next, it was Nancy's turn to dress up fetish-style. She
wore the same basic outfit of black panties, garter belt, and
nylon hose that I did, but by way of contrast decided to wear a
rubber outfit. This consisted of a rubber skirt hemmed to end
just at the tops of her nylons, together with a pretty rubber
jacket that fit her buxom figure quite nicely. Rubber gloves, a
small rubber cap, and knee-length rubber boots completed the
outfit. I must admit that I had never realized that a rubber
outfit could be so appealing.
"Telling me that Ken wanted to attend to her first, Nancy
told me to wait in the bedroom until Ken was ready for me. She
was gone for some little time and, as might be expected, I became
more and more apprehensive with each passing minute. My mind kept
going back to what I had seen in the guesthouse, and my heart was
soon pounding wildly. When I heard Ken's steps on the stairs, I
was really in a state.
"He quickly burst in to the room, carrying a dog collar and
some rope. Knowing that I was blushing vividly, I kept my eyes
lowered as he paused to give my fetish costume an appreciative
glance. Although it didn't do any good, I couldn't refrain from
tugging at the hem of my leather skirt in a futile effort to cover
up my stocking tops.
"I couldn't help feeling a little undignified as he snapped
the dog collar around my neck, letting the leash hang down in
front. Next, he tied my gloved wrists securely together behind my
back in a crossed position. By this time, I already felt quite
helpless and within his power, and when I noticed that he was
visibly aroused I felt my excitement beginning to mount.
"Taking me by the leash, he started escorting me down the
stairs. With my inexperience in such matters, I found it
extremely humbling to be led by the leash like that, as if I were
some totally inferior creature. In addition, I had to be careful
negotiating the stairs in those spike-heeled boots, and couldn't
help blushing warmly when he continually looked back over his
shoulder to observe my progress.
"When we made it downstairs, Ken led me into his study. It
appeared to be like any other study might be, although larger than
most. I was about to ask him why he had taken me in there when he
pulled aside a bookcase to reveal a door. As I soon discovered,
the door opened to a secret stairway that led down to their
bondage chamber. It was just like some old Gothic novel, and I
felt my heart in my throat as he started leading me down those
winding, dimly fit stairs.
"Finally, we arrived in the bondage chamber. It was just
like a dungeon! The walls were black and the lighting was
deliberately low, creating a dark and foreboding atmosphere that
had an immediately chilling effect on me. In the dim light, I
could make out various chains, straps, and bondage devices
attached to hooks on all four walls, while there were various
bondage and torture-type devices scattered around the floor of the
large room. It was just like something out of the Middle Ages,
and I felt my knees weakening under me at the prospect of being
tormented by some of those bizarre devices.
"I had forgotten about Nancy until Ken led me over to one
corner. There was Nancy strung up to a hangman's gibbet in total
subjugation! She was still completely attired in her rubber
outfit and was blindfolded and gagged with a rubber ball on a
dowel stick. Her hands were tied to the horizontal bar of the
gibbet, while her ankles were tied to the base of the vertical
bar. An expandable metal bar extended from the gibbet into the
small of her back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her
midsection in an almost unbelievable and totally grotesque manner!
It looked as if every muscle in her body must have been stretched
to the utmost, and I didn't see how she could endure it. Her
vision totally obscured by the heavy blindfold, she seemed
oblivious of our presence.
"I didn't have to be told that my turn was next, and could
feel my teeth chattering as Ken led me over to a wooden device on
the floor. The device, which I later learned was known as a St.
Andrew's cross, consisted of a six-by-six wooden frame with two
other lengths of wood forming an X within the frame. I had no
idea how it might be employed, but I soon found out.
"To make sure that I did not object to any of his plans, Ken
decided to start out by gagging me. Without realizing what I was
letting myself in for, I quickly opened my mouth when Ken produced
another rubber-ball device similar to the type I had seen Nancy
wearing. He forcibly fit it into my mouth between my teeth, and I
suddenly found out how uncomfortable it was to have my mouth pried
open like that. I tried to protest but it was much too late.
"Untying my wrists temporarily, Ken made me stretch out
spread-eagle fashion on the cross so that my arms and legs were
atop the X-shaped lengths of board. Beginning at my gloved
wrists, he proceeded to tie all four limbs securely to the cross.
To make this task easier for him, he had placed various lengths of
rope under the cross beforehand. Gagged and helpless, all I could
do was watch as my wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms were
securely lashed to the cross. Next, my ankles, calves, lower
thighs, and upper thighs were likewise lashed to the cross. It
took some time and it was all quite uncomfortable, but I found it
quite exciting to be restrained in such a helpless manner. Of
course, I could see that he had tied me in a manner that would
leave him quite free to torment me sexually, and it was quite a
frightening sensation to realize that he could do anything he
wanted to me and that I was powerless to stop him.
"When he finished tying me up, he promptly proceeded to prop
the frame up against the wall. Gagged and spread-eagled like
that, there was nothing I could do as I suddenly found my weight
pressing down uncomfortably against the ropes. However, the ropes
were tied securely and held me firmly lashed to the cross just
like some sacrificial victim.
"Ken left me suspended like that while he began disrobing.
In a moment, he was completely undressed and of course he was
quite aroused. Knowing that I would simply have to endure
whatever form of sexual abuse he had in store for me, I found
myself writhing against my bonds with a mixture of fear and
excitement. Although he hadn't even laid a hand on me, I was
fully sexually aroused.
"Without further ado, Ken proceeded to turn the frame twice
on its side and, to my astonishment, I suddenly found myself
hanging upside down! With the blood suddenly rushing to my head,
I tried to protest through my gag but of course that was
impossible. My short leather skirt fell back, leaving my black
panties fully on display. But that was only the beginning of it.
Ken stepped forward with a pair of scissors and there was nothing
I could do but make protesting noises through my gag as my panties
were promptly cut apart and removed with a firm yank!
"There I was with my legs spread-eagled, absolutely showing
everything! Ken took his time inspecting me and all I could do
was squirm with embarrassment. To torment me all the more, he
pried the lips of my vulva wide apart with his fingers and
leisurely took his time to inspect me at close range! It was easy
to see that he was a master in the art of making a girl feel
immodest and ashamed.
"After this he left me for a moment and went over to Nancy,
who was only a few feet away but outside of the range of my
vision. I heard a loud moan from her plus the sound of cloth
ripping, which made me think that her panties were being cut away
the same as mine had been. I began to hear a low buzzing sound,
but it wasn't until I heard Nancy's moans that I knew he was
tormenting her with a vibrator.
"When he finally returned to me, I shuddered and then froze
in horror when I noticed that he was carrying a lighted candle!
But there wasn't a thing I could do to defend myself and in a
moment that candle was sticking upward out of my vagina! You can
just imagine what a grotesque sight I presented lashed to the
cross like that with that candle flickering between my legs!
"Standing back to admire his handiwork for a moment, Ken left
me suspended in that bizarre and somewhat frightening manner as he
returned to Nancy. Once again I heard the vibrator and her moans
that mingled discomfort with excitement. Although I wondered how
much more of this bizarre torment and abuse I could endure, I must
admit that it was wickedly exciting. That hard candle forcing my
vagina] walls apart constantly felt like a sturdy phallus, and I
found myself working my pelvis with coital-like movements.
"Ken returned and knelt on a small bench right in front of my
face. This left his stiff thing parallel with my face, and there
was nothing I could do but submit as he began tormenting my face
and throat with it! Maneuvering it with his hand, he rubbed the
tip against my throat, chin, cheeks, lips, eyes, and forehead
while I moaned with excitement and deep sexual humiliation. I was
beginning to realize how exquisitely exciting it could be to be
subjected to sexual abuse, and I'm sure it was quite apparent to
him that his new bondage convert was one highly aroused young
woman.
"He left me for a moment to attend to Nancy, but quickly
returned. Without giving me a moment to try to catch my breath,
he removed the candle from my vagina but promptly replaced it with
a large vibrator. Turning the vibrator on for a moment, he
watched for a moment as I simply had to writhe and squirm with
that phallic object constantly vibrating against the expanded
walls of my vagina. Once again he knelt on the small bench in
front of me and started tormenting my face with his hard penis
once again. By this time, I was really going wild and was nearly
dying to take it into my mouth as far as I could. He finally
removed my gag and almost instantly inserted his bone-hard muscle
into my opened mouth. It was so big it hurt, but I loved it!
Although every muscle in my body was aching, that vibrator in my
vagina and that big cock in my mouth were driving me crazy. I was
sucking with loudly audible slurping sounds and he began pumping
back and forth with regular and firm strokes. I could almost feel
him ready to explode in my mouth. Suddenly that warm sticky fluid
began spurting into my mouth in erratic jets, giving me quite a
mouthful. At about the same time, I started going off with a
multiple orgasm that was simply out of this world. My entire body
jerked and writhed against the bonds that held me lashed to that
cross, and I began to realize the thrill of being a helpless
bondagette. He made no effort to draw back from me and I
willingly kept it in my mouth, trying to suck all I could out of
it. The waves of my orgasm had barely begun to subside when I
realized that I wanted a lot more of this bizarre, offbeat sex!
"That was my initiation to bondage, and I suppose that it
almost goes without saying that the three of us spent the next few
weeks enjoying various forms of offbeat sex. Ken and Nancy gave
me a complete course in bondage, spanking, and kinky costumes, and
I must admit that I was quite an enthusiastic convert. Although
I've always considered myself quite liberal when it comes to
sexual matters, I was really astounded at how uninhibited I could
become when under restraint and forced to do things I otherwise
probably could never have done.
"One example will prove what I am talking about. One
afternoon Ken rather impulsively decided to conduct an impromptu
bondage session. This took place in the main bedroom rather than
in the dungeon, and this time Nancy and I were wearing only garter
belts and nylons. Ken bound us at the ankle and wrists with
clothesline ropes, and then decided to give us both a good
smack-paddling with his hand.
"Sitting on the side of the bed, he took us one at a time
over his lap and spanked us smartly with his open hand. He
spanked me first, and that big rough hand of his soon had me
squirming like a worm. I could feel myself getting nice and wet
between the legs as the temperature in my bottom started going up
and up. Before he stopped, my bottom was as red as a ripe tomato
and my face was wet with tears.
"After my spanking, I watched as Nancy got hers. She really
squirmed and carried on as his hand started slamming down on her
tender bottom, really flattening each cheek and quickly making her
a nice hot pink all over. She kicked her stockinged legs as much
as the bonds at her ankles would permit, and she wound up crying
and begging him to stop, although it was apparent that she found
the spanking quite exciting.
"Following her spanking, Nancy was tied on the bed in a
supine and spread-eagle position, her wrists and ankles spread
well apart and securely tied to the posts of the bed. Still bound
myself, I began to wonder what Ken had in mind. I soon found out!
Picking me up bodily, Ken deposited me right on top of Nancy in a
sixty-nine position!! You can bet that Nancy and I both howled
with protest! Neither of us has the slightest lesbian tendencies,
or so we thought. But despite our protests and indignant pleas,
Ken tied me in a spread-eagle position over her so that our faces
were right against each other's pussies! He pressed my face down
against her and pushed her head up between my legs, telling us
that we would both stay like that until we made each other come.
"We were both reluctant, and tried to fight it for a minute,
but I finally felt Nancy's tongue going to work and I began to
reciprocate. Boy, was that ever wild! I'm sure I could never
have done that without being forced to do so. For the next few
minutes, Nancy and I lay there squirming with our faces plastered
against each other's wet pussies, our tongues driving each other
frantic. In an amazingly short time, we had the sweetest come any
two girls would want to have.
"After that, Ken used similar lesbian-type stunts on the two
of us. Although I'm sure that neither of us could have
voluntarily done such things, it was really quite easy and
exciting when we were given no choice in the matter and simply had
to do so. But I think that shows you how bondage can really get
you to lose your inhibitions."
Case History No. 9
Jeanine and Ralph C. are both thirty and have been married
for six years. The two of them live in Minneapolis, where Ralph
works as a management consultant. He is a well-built, athletic
man who was once a regular on a Big Ten football term. Jeanine is
an extremely attractive platinum blonde of European origin, who is
also quite athletic and once competed in the winter Olympics.
The two of them are ardent bondage fans and both strongly
prefer playing the submissive role. Although it might seem
curious that such physically well-endowed people would prefer to
play sexually submissive roles, it is one of the anomalies of
masochism that masochists are frequently well-built, healthy, and
athletic individuals. For example, athletes are often masochists,
and it is not unfair to say that the self-punishment required in
training for many forms of athletic endeavor is in fact a form of
masochistic enjoyment.
"When the two of us are alone, we take turns playing the
submissive role," explains Jeanine. "We usually alternate from
one week to the next, but we don't follow any rigid schedule. For
example, we may reverse roles right in the middle of the week. In
fact, there have even been times when we alternated roles more
than once in a single evening. It all depends on what kind of a
mood we are both in. We have been married long enough that we can
kind of sense what the other wants.
"However, it is understood that whoever is in charge must
play that role to the hilt. For example, when it's my turn to be
boss, I am really a dominatrix. I even dress for the part in
severe clothing and give orders that are deliberately
unreasonable. And I even make him dress for the submissive role,
often requiring him to wear a combination of women's clothing and
shackles. I might add that we have quite a collection of items
for this purpose.
"For example, I often require him to serve me attired in a
complete French maid's costume consisting of frilly black undies,
a firm black satin corset that compresses his waist quite a bit
and also serves to hold up his long, black net stockings,
abbreviated and flared black uniform dress trimmed in white and
worn with highly starched white apron, high-heeled black sandals
and little white maid's cap. I even require makeup and complete
feminine accessories.
"While waiting on me hand and foot in this outfit, I usually
require him to be restrained in some manner. Quite often this
consists of a pair of serving shackles: metal cuffs that confine
both wrists and ankles and which are connected by ten-inch chain
hobbles. The wrist and ankle hobbles are also connected to one
another by a four-foot-length of chain, which serves to confine
his movements all the more. Although this outfit is quite
confining, he can still perform chores in it.
"On such occasions, I usually dress in dominatrix style:
leather slacks or skirts, boots, long black nylon hose, long kid
gloves, and similar garments. Over the past several years, we
have managed to acquire a nice collection of fetish-style boots of
various types. Most are knee length and all of them have high,
tapering heels, at least three inches, and up to five inches in
length. Lacing up and polishing my shoes is one of my husband's
chores and, although that often takes a considerable amount of
time, I never seem to hear any complaints.
"When we are dressed up like that, my husband is expected to
wait on me hand and foot. Although I am completely unreasonable,
he can expect to be punished by more bondage for the slightest
shortcoming. Thus, he may find himself serving me with his head
confined in a tight leather bridle with a metal bit between his
teeth. Or he may have to wear the leather discipline helmet,
which covers his head completely except for his eyes and nose.
"If I have no chore for him to perform at the moment, he may
be tied in a manner that leaves him completely immobile and quite
uncomfortable. We keep a collection of ropes and straps
throughout the house for this purpose, and also have some special
bondage devices in our spare bedroom. Thus, he may find himself
confined in a modern replica of an old-fashioned pillory, or he
may find his arms tied to an overhead trapeze drawn up to leave
him on tiptoe.
"As further punishment, he may find himself subjected to a
good hot spanking. Thus, attired in his French-maid outfit and
shackled so as to make all resistance impossible, he may be turned
up face down over my lap. After raising his uniform skirt, I slip
his panties down to the tops of his stockings and then go to work
briskly with my gloved hand. Just using my hand like that, I can
lay on a spanking hard enough to leave his bottom burning brightly
for some little time afterward.
"At times when I am in charge, I am also in command in the
bedroom. On such occasions, he is always at least partially
restrained and I always play the aggressive role. Sometimes, I
even blindfold him so that he can concentrate on the task of
pleasing me. He is quite proficient at cunnilingus and really
loves doing it for me. I might add that, on such occasions, I
invariably take the top position when we have intercourse.
"Of course, when my husband is in charge, our roles are
completely reversed and he is the bondage master while I am the
servile sex slave. To keep me reminded of my lowly status, I have
to go around the house attired in skimpy punishment-type costumes
designed to show off my figure in a highly provocative and
embarrassing manner.
"For example, I am often required to wear an outfit
consisting of see-through white blouse with nothing beneath it,
long black kid gloves, an ultra-short black or red satin skirt
that might look more appropriate on a drum majorette, a heavily
boned waist-cincher type corset that really gives me an hourglass
figure, long black stockings held up by supporters attached to the
corset, and spike-heeled black leather sandals with four-inch-high
heels. With this I wear very heavy makeup and am often required
to wear my platinum-blond hair in two long braids.
"When waiting on him while attired in this manner, I am
usually restrained in one form or another. Most often this
consists of the serving shackles I mentioned before. Although I
can get around in them quite well, it doesn't take long for them
to become quite heavy. However, I know if I complain I will spend
some time gagged in one manner or another.
"When he has nothing better for me to do, my husband will
dream up some new method of restraining me completely. At one
time or another, I am sure that every piece of furniture in our
house has been used as some type of bondage prop. He invariably
ties me in ways that leave me totally immobile and also vulnerable
for various forms of sexual torment.
"From time to time, I know I can expect a spanking along with
the bondage. He uses only his hand but, believe me, that is more
than enough! He invariably peels my panties down and puts me face
down over his lap for the warming. Although I am usually
restrained in some manner on such occasions, he nearly always
leaves my legs free because he enjoys seeing stockinged legs
kicking back and forth while the spanks are being applied. And
I'll admit I do plenty of kicking when that solid hand of his
builds a blazing fire in my posterior!
"When he is in charge, I am treated like a slave girl in the
bedroom as well as elsewhere. I like to think I'm a pretty good
fellatrix; at least I get plenty of practice. When I am
performing fellatio for him, my husband likes to use a dildo or
vibrator to torment me and we usually bring each other to a climax
that way.
"Although we play these various roles with each other, both
of us much to prefer to play the submissive role. Sometime ago we
realized that it would really be ideal if we could find someone
who could train us together, but of course that was easier said
than done. However, about a year ago we made contact with a
divorcee, whose name is Grace M. When she offered to give us one
of her personal 'treatments' in the privacy of our home, we jumped
at the chance."
Jeanine went on to describe how an appointment was arranged
with Grace for an evening of domination and offbeat sexual
thrills. The dominatrix specified that Ralph had to be attired in
his French-maid's outfit and be under restraint at the time of her
arrival. In addition, she stipulated that Jeanine had to be
wearing one of her punishment-type outfits, and that various
bondage and discipline devices be readily available.
Thus, the evening of the appointment found Ralph dressed in
the maid's outfit and confined in the serving shackles. For her
part, Jeanine wore her long gloves, see-through white blouse,
abbreviated red satin skirt that failed to cover her stocking
tops, and four-inch-high heeled sandals. The two of them made
certain that an ample supply of bondage and punishment devices
were distributed around their living room. Visibly nervous, they
awaited the arrival of the dominatrix. The loud, authoritative
knock on the door made them both jump.
"I'll get it," Jeanine spoke up. The attractive platinum
blonde swallowed hard and suddenly backed up a few steps as she
opened the door. Grace stepped quickly through the door, slamming
it behind her. Tall, severe, and obviously supremely confident,
she glared at the two young people. An attractive but
stern-looking brunette who appeared to be in, her early thirties,
she was dressed in a black coat, boots, and gloves. In one gloved
hand, she held a menacing riding crop.
"Come here, you!" she glared malevolently at Ralph. "Help me
off with my coat."
Slowed by the serving shackles at his wrists and ankles,
Ralph stepped forward to remove her coat for her. She was wearing
a severe black satin dress that fit her buxom figure quite tightly
and was hemmed to end several inches above her knees, revealing
shapely legs attired in black nylons and knee-length black leather
boots.
"Take off your clothes!" Grace demanded, turning to Jeanine.
"What?" Jeanine looked quite dumbfounded.
"You heard me!" Grace told her, "Take off your clothes!
Everything except your hose and garter belt."
Blushing prettily, Jeanine began complying with the
humiliating order while the other two watched her closely. In a
moment, the pretty platinum blonde was standing in the middle of
the room attired only in her black garter belt and nylon hose. As
she felt the newcomer's eyes on her plump breasts and pretty
triangle of fluffy hair, Jeanine tried to cover herself with her
hands as much as possible.
Turning on her heel, Grace walked over to an easy chair and
seated herself. Crossing her attractive legs with a flourish, she
permitted her black dress to ride up to reveal nylon-clad thighs
and black stocking tops. Although her severe and domineering
manner left Ralph feeling quite apprehensive, he could not refrain
from casting an admiring glance at her shapely, booted legs.
"Tie her up!" Grace demanded, looking sternly at Ralph. She
pointed to some ropes they had placed on the sofa in anticipation
of her arrival. "Tie her legs together and tie her wrists behind
her back!"
The two young people exchanged glances as Ralph picked up
some ropes to carry out the order. Unable to cover herself with
her hands any longer, Jeanine felt thoroughly immodest as Ralph
tied her wrists together behind her back in a crossed position.
Next, he dropped to his knees and tied her legs together at the
ankles and just above the knees, the white rope making a vivid
contrast with her black stockings. Totally helpless and
completely within the power of the attractive dominatrix, Jeanine
felt her heart beating rapidly.
"Now bring me a couple of ropes!" Grace instructed.
Ralph immediately complied, and stood watching apprehensively
as Grace quickly tied his wrists together with one of the ropes.
With the other rope, she tied his nylon-clad knees tight together.
This restrained him considerably more than the shackles had done,
and the male sex slave looked quite alarmed as he awaited the
torment she undoubtedly intended to inflict upon him.
"Now I'm going to have some fun with you two!" Grace told
them with an imperious smile.
The two young people exchanged alarmed glances at this
comment, but both refrained from saying anything. Realizing that
she could do anything she wanted to do with them and that they
would be helpless to resist, both began to feel a growing sense of
alarm. But their fear was mixed with masochistic excitement and
neither of them was thinking of trying to back out of the strange
bargain they bad made.
Getting to her feet, Grace picked up a couple of rubber-ball
gags strung on lengths of clothesline rope. At her command, Ralph
and Jeanine meekly opened their mouths and permitted themselves to
be gagged. Grace forced the balls firmly into their mouths and
tied them tightly behind their heads in a manner that indicated
that she was quite expert in the art of bondage.
"Now I think I'll make myself comfortable, if you don't
mind!" Grace told the bound-and-gagged pair.
Ralph and Jeanine both gave a start as the attractive
dominatrix began removing her dress! She calmly removed it and
stood in front of them attired only in arm-length black gloves,
well-filled black brassiere, matching panties and garter belt, and
magnificent high-heel black patent leather boots. Her figure was
robust and strong but quite attractive, and the black garments
made a startling contrast with her milk-white flesh. The two
helpless prisoners stared intently at the voluptuous dominatrix
who held them completely within her power. After pausing for a
moment to give them time to admire her striking figure, Grace
casually reached behind her back and unsnapped her brassiere. Her
large, pink-tipped mounds tumbled from the cups of the brassiere
as she pulled off the garment. She had good reason to be proud of
her full breasts, and smiled to herself as she noticed that her
two captives were staring at her in admiration. Waiting for a
moment to prolong the tension, Grace finally slipped her hands
into the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down.
She stepped out of them and tossed them aside, making no effort to
conceal the heavy growth of dark-brown hair at the fork of her
legs. Their excitement rising with each passing moment, Ralph and
Jeanine stared at the attractive dominatrix who was now wearing
only long black gloves, garter belt, black stockings, and boots.
Grace stood malevolently in front of them, her hands on her sides
and her booted feet well apart.
"You two slaves are going to have to worship me like a
queen!" she told him with a freezing glare.
Picking up a lightweight wooden paddle, she seated herself on
the sofa with her shapely legs well apart. "Come here, slave!"
she motioned to Ralph.
Forced to hop by the bonds at his ankles, Ralph made his way
over to the dominatrix.
"Down on your knees!" Grace commanded in an imperious voice.
Gazing at her lush breasts and the inviting brunette triangle
on display, Ralph sank to his knees before his attractive
tormentress. Her shapely, nylon-clad legs and gleaming boots were
only inches away. From her position nearby, Jeanine watched
intently and anxiously.
"Now I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth," Grace
told her kneeling victim. "But that's for my benefit and not
yours! Understand?"
Ralph nodded, and submissively lowered his head as she
reached behind him to unfasten the gag. Pulling the rubber ball
from his mouth, she tossed it aside.
"Now you have to worship my boots! With your tongue!" Grace
told him in a haughty voice.
Ralph swallowed noticeably but quickly complied with the
humiliating. order. Pressing his face toward the floor in front
of her, he extended his tongue and began flicking it across the
toe of her right boot. His face red with humiliation, the bound
and bizarrely attired male slave found the submissive act
undeniably exciting. Without being told to do so, he licked the
toes of both boots until they were shiny wet.
"That's enough for now, slave!" Grace told him, reaching down
to push his head back. "It's quite obvious you like kissing my
boots!" Ralph cast a shamefaced glance at Jeanine and quickly
lowered his eyes. "Now you must worship me here!" Grace pointed a
glove forefinger toward her midsection as she spoke. She was
seated on the outer edge of the sofa, her buxom thighs spread well
apart to expose the brunette triangle and the pink crease in its
midst. Casting another shamefaced glance at Jeanine, Ralph
hesitated and swallowed quite hard. With his lack of experience,
he suddenly found it difficult to perform such a submissive act
with another person looking on. Grace watched him closely, a look
of cold fury coming over her face as he continued to stall.
"I guess you need some punishment, slave!" she told him.
"And that's exactly what you're going to get!" Displaying a
surprising amount of strength, she grasped him under the arms and
pulled him up over her lap.
"Hey! Don't!" Ralph instinctively protested, as he suddenly
realized what she intended to do. With his wrists and ankles
tightly bound together, there was nothing he could do to protect
himself. Aware of his erection pressing against her lap, Grace
flipped back the black uniform skirt to reveal his frilly black
panties and the lower part of his black satin corset. The
exposure of his intimate feminine garments provoked a sardonic
laugh from the dominatrix, who lost no time yanking the tiny
panties down below the tops of his black stockings.
"Ow!" Ralph gasped as she caught his erection firmly between
her thighs.
SMACK! Grace brought the paddle down against his bare
buttocks with a noisy splat.
"Ouch!" Ralph exclaimed, jerking against the bonds that held
him prisoner.
"Pansy!" Grace taunted him. "I'm going to set that bottom of
yours on fire!"
Smack! Smack! The buxom dominatrix began putting the paddle
to his bare buttocks with noisy smacks that stung furiously.
Ralph tried his best to hold still and to avoid crying out, but
the cumulative effect of the paddle made each smack more painful
than its predecessor. From her position a few feet away, Jeanine
watched the bizarre scene with mounting excitement. Knowing that
she would have to endure the same type of masochistic torment very
soon, the submissive young woman could feel her own buttocks
tingling as the paddle smacked smartly against Ralph's unprotected
backside.
"Ouch! Ow! Please!" Ralph could not hold himself back as
the paddle left his buttocks scarlet and burning hot. Tears
blurring his vision, he frantically squirmed about on the shapely,
nylon-clad thighs that served as his bed of masochistic torment.
Smack! Smack! The paddle continued to descend against his
throbbing buttocks with noisy splats. Sobbing quite hard, Ralph
begged her to stop and tossed about in a futile effort to avoid or
minimize the painful smacks.
"Are you ready to serve me now?" Grace finally asked, a note
of triumph in her voice.
"Y-yes! Y-yes!" Ralph tearfully stammered. "Please! I'll
do anything!"
Grace spread her thighs apart, allowing his trussed-up body
to slide to a kneeling position between them. His buttocks
burning and aching from the thorough spanking he had received,
Ralph instantly buried his face in the dark-brown delta and began
kissing her feminine charms in total masochistic subjugation.
Grace opened her thighs as far as possible and pressed her gloved
hands down on her slave's head. "You have exactly three minutes
to bring me to a climax, slave!" she told him in a stern voice.
"Otherwise you'll get some more punishment!"
Extending his tongue as far as he could, Ralph flicked it
between the outer folds of her vulva. Her feminine moisture began
to flow, seeping into his mouth and leaving her hair and his face
damp and sticky. Jeanine watched intently from the sidelines,
finding it more exciting than she had imagined to watch such a
scene of masochistic submission.
"Keep doing it! There! Not there!" Grace issued terse
commands to her kneeling slave. The attractive dominatrix began
rocking her hips back and forth on the sofa, slowly at first and
then with quick, jerky movements. His tongue inserted deep
between the folds of her vulva, Ralph caressed her ultra-sensitive
clitoris with frantic swipes. Thoroughly enjoying his caresses as
well as the humiliation she was inflicting upon him, Grace held
his face closely plastered to her wet charms as she rocked her
hips back and forth on the sofa. Well within the three-minute
limit she had established, the buxom dominatrix reached an intense
climax.
"That's enough for you for the time being!" Grace pushed him
away with a rude shove. "Sit on that chair over there!" she
ordered, pointing to a wooden chair a few feet away. Breathless
and in somewhat of a state of shock after the ordeal she had
inflicted on him, Ralph made his way over to the chair. He winced
visibly as he lowered his throbbing buttocks against the chair,
and Grace smiled with satisfaction at the discomfort she knew he
was experiencing.
"Now, you! Come over here!" Grace turned her attention to
her female slave.
With her stockinged legs bound tightly together, Jeanine was
compelled to hop as she made her way over to the dominatrix.
Quite frightened and trying to not even think about what might
happen to her, the lovely young blonde stood apprehensively before
her tormentress. Grace pushed her to her knees and removed the
gag from her mouth.
"Now, it's your turn!" Grace informed her, spreading her
thighs well apart and bossily pointing a gloved forefinger at the
brunette triangle between her legs.
"No! Not that!" Jeanine exclaimed in a shocked voice.
"Go ahead, slave!" Grace told her. "You don't have any
choice in the matter!"
"No, I couldn't! Not with another girl!" Jeanine begged in a
deeply agitated voice. "I've never ... I couldn't! Oh, please!"
"I guess you need some punishment too!" Grace told her. She
reached down and quickly pulled Jeanine's helpless body face-down
over her buxom thighs. Bound at the wrists and legs, and attired
only in her garter belt and sheer stockings, Jeanine made a lovely
picture with her girlishly plump white bottom quivering in
expectation of the spanking to come.
"Oh, please, don't spank me too hard!" Jeanine impulsively
pleaded, although she knew she sounded like a child.
Holding the squirming young woman firmly down across her
thighs, Grace reached for the paddle. Smack! The solid paddle
smacked noisily against Jeanine's tender nates, flattening the two
resilient cheeks temporarily.
"Eeek," Jeanine emitted a high-pitched feminine shriek as the
paddle bounced against her cute bottom.
Smack! Smack! Grace began putting the paddle to her pretty
victim with crisp, loud smacks. As the paddle set her soft and
well-rounded bottom ablaze, Jeanine squealed with girlish shrieks
and swung her stockinged legs prettily back and forth. From his
uncomfortable position on the chair, Ralph watched Jeanine's
spanking with a mixture of compassion and excitement.
"Ouch! Oh, please, stop! Ow! I'm burning up!" Jeanine
begged, crying softly. "Please! Ouch, that hurts!"
Smack! Smack! Thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jeanine's
reddening and squirming buttocks, Grace continued putting the
paddle to her attractive victim. With her comely buttocks burning
and prickling furiously, Jeanine struggled futilely against the
bonds that held her prisoner. As the paddle turned her spank-spot
a flaming crimson, the pretty young blonde sobbed hard and begged
to be spared.
"Oh, please! Please! Ouch!" Jeanine's distressed voice was
partially choked by her tears. "Please! I can't stand it
anymore! I just can't!"
Grace finally paused, holding the paddle aloft in a
threatening manner. "Ready to serve me now?" the dominatrix.
asked in a haughty voice.
"Ooooo!" Jeanine was clearly distraught. "if-if you're going
to f-force m-me, I-I g-guess I d-don't h-have any ch-choice!"
"That's right, slave! You have no choice at all!" Grace
informed her, opening her thighs and allowing the tearful young
woman to slide to the floor between her thighs. Jeanine gulped
hard at the sight of the brunette grotto right in front of her
face, and cast a quick and shamefaced look in Ralph's direction.
"Go on!" Grace urged her. "Do you want another spanking?"
With a distressed moan, Jeanine capitulated and lowered her
blond head into the brunette underbrush. Constantly reminding
herself that she was being forced to perform the act against her
will, Jeanine meekly stuck out her tongue and began working it up
and down the coral cleft. The helpless young woman trembled
noticeably as Grace's feminine fluids bathed her face, getting
into her mouth.
"Keep doing it! You have to bring me to a climax this way
before you get up!"
Groaning with despair at the humiliating announcement,
Jeanine haplessly worked her tongue into the folds of Grace's pink
vulva. Though she kept telling herself that she was being forced
to do it, the pretty young blonde suddenly found her excitement
rising as she performed the enforced act of lesbian servitude.
She eagerly pressed her face tightly against the damp, sticky
bush, working her tongue up and down with wild abandon. Ralph
watched Jeanine's submissive performance with obvious amazement.
"That's right! Keep doing it!" Grace told her. "There!
That's right!"
Watching Jeanine's blond head closely, Grace rocked her hips
back and forth with quick, jerky motions. Drinking in the
feminine fluids in audible gulps, Jeanine concentrated on Grace's
clitoris. The buxom dominatrix quickly began to spasm and soon
reached a violent climax. With Grace's gloved hands clasped on
her blond head, Jeanine made no effort to pull her face away from
the wet nest.
"Stretch out on your back on the floor!" Grace looked over at
Ralph as she spoke. Ralph quickly complied, stretching out supine
on the floor. "Now, I want you two to put on a little show for
me!" Grace spoke, releasing Jeanine from her grip and getting to
her feet.
The two of them watched as the dominatrix pulled back the
front of his uniform, revealing his erection. She then untied the
ropes that held Jeanine's legs together, leaving her tied only at
the wrists.
"I'm going to let you two do a sixty-nine, but you'll have to
do it while I watch!" Grace informed them.
Thoroughly aroused by the masochistic torment that the
attractive dominatrix had inflicted on them, the two young people
needed no further encouragement. Jeanine quickly knelt astride
Ralph's supine body and leaned forward to take his bone-hard cock
deep into her mouth. At the same time, he raised his head until
his nose was buried deeply in the crevice of her buttocks and
began orally caressing her pink groove. It wasn't long before
they both climaxed with violent spasms that proved that their
initiation to third-party bondage had been a success.
Conclusion
While no prognosis can take into account everything that
might happen in the future, it seems safe to say that in recent
years erotic bondage has made a significant breakthrough and now
appears to be on the way to significant public acceptance. It
appears that the decade of the seventies will offer great
excitement and variety to the true bondage lover.
The End
