From anakha@clara.net Wed May 14 17:49:45 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.nacamar.de!azure.xara.net!xara.net!news.cableinet.co.uk!insnet.net!backpost.satin.net!eros.clara.net!news From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 1/3 FF, b&d, d&s, cons Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 21:49:45 GMT Organization: ClaraNet Lines: 493 Message-ID: <5ld8m6$lq0@eros.clara.net> Reply-To: anakha@cl#ara.net NNTP-Posting-Host: du-511.clara.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 ************************************************************************************ Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha ************************************************************************************* STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice. AMANDA'S DIARY, PART I The following are excerpts from the diary of a young woman. The more mundane items have not been repeated in these excerpts. The parts that are repeated ought to make for interesting reading. At the time of this diary, Amanda is somewhere between 22 and 24, single and never been married, a college graduate in business, employed and self-supporting, living alone. ............................. 2/10: Dear Diary, More than the usual to report tonite. Last nite, I slept with Neil. It was simply great sex. He made me cum three times before he came. After we rested, he ate me and I had two more cums. It makes me wet now, just thinking about what he did with my clit. I sucked him, and I even enjoyed that. And he knows how to love too: he cuddled me for hours. I really like him a lot. He just might be the one. Work was great today. No, I mean, it was great even if I hadn't been in such a great mood. I got a promotion and a raise. Contrary to the previous promotion, this one was totally unexpected. I thought it would be at least nine months or so before I could think about another promotion. Treated myself to a steak and martinis. I just finished my shower and now I think I'll use my vibrator. Goodnight. ....................... 2/16: Stayed all nite with Neil. Lots of fucking, sucking and licking and everything. I'd have thought I'd be stiff and sore for sure but I just feel good......Found some of his girlie magazines. No problem...a few of the girls with the impossibly big tits and slims hips...but there were a few different: girls all tied with ropes and chains...I wonder............ ............................. 2/19: Neil out of town. Saw a couple magazines like he has at newsstand in a rack labeled "Bondage." When got home, looked up bondage in dictionary...........means captivity.... ............................ 2/20: Dentist tonite.....Neil just called - home tomorrow nite. Dinner and ?????.....Asked Phyllis if she ever heard of bondage. She wanted know why I asked, said I really wouldn't like it.....Now more confused than ever. .............................. 2/22: ...miss Neil...at the last moment, had to continue his trip....won't be back for two more days....hurrah: found out what bondage means. Phyllis finally broke down and suggested I buy Alex Comfort's Joy of Sex. Read it cover to cover, got me very wet in some places. I thought I knew a lot about sex, but there's much in there I think I'd like to try. I just never thought about sex in the ass. It might hurt, but who knows....but the bondage - gee, being tied up for sex. I wonder what that would be like....wonder hell, I know I'll be finding out soon for Neil has those magazines for some reason...could be kind of fun...wonder if he's into the spanking too? I guess I need to ask myself am I into pain????? ....................... 2/23: Thought about bondage all day today, so on the way home from work, I bought some rope. Then, after a nice bath, I got out my bra, panty and garter belt set, and put them on. Then, I put on my highest heels and sat on the bed. First, I tied my ankles together. I don't think I did it right because they were sort of lose. But I got the idea of what it felt like not to be able to move one leg without the other. So I untied them. Then I tied my legs at the knees and again at the ankles. This felt more secure. I didn't have any idea of how to do my arms but then I looped a long piece over my shoulders and let it drop down my arms, and I tied it in front. Thinking I was on the right track, I did that again. That was pretty good, but my hands were still free. I made several small loops and put my wrists in them and then used my teeth to pull the loops tight. The tightness didn't last long, but I got the idea. Wonder what Neil would think if I asked him to bind me. ............................... 2/25: Well, diary, I got tied up last nite -- or rather, tied down. Met Neil at the airport. I was so wet with anticipation, after he kissed me, he said "whew" and opened the window. I wasn't even embarrassed because he was right. We arrived at his place at 10:21 and his cock was in me by 10:23. That was a quickie, but there was more. I sucked his cock as he ate my cunt. Then, as we laid there, smoking a cigarette, I asked him if wanted to put me in bondage. There was long pause as he choked on his smoke, but then he asked me how I knew he had wanted to do it. I told him I had noticed his magazines and I had checked around to see what it was all about. Then, nite before last, I had tried it on myself a little to see what it was like. I admitted I didn't have much of an idea, but if he went slowly, I wanted to learn. Well, I spent the next hour with my wrists and ankles tied to all four corners of the bed. Neil then put a pillow under my ass and then he finger fucked me. Wild. I like this bondage stuff. We decided to stop then as we both had to work tomorrow. I didn't even shower, and I thrilled with the sight of the rope rings on my wrists. ......................................... 2/28: It's now been a few days since my first time in love bondage. (Love bondage is when you do for love, and maybe have sex.) .....I like it. Being fucked while unable to twist or turn is an altogether different experience....In ordinary sex, there are times when I feel warm and feel good, I move around, but I'm not exactly in a huge sweat when it's over. There are other times when I'm especially aroused, and I'm all over the bed. And when it's over, I'm just pouring sweat; in fact, sometimes the day after my joints are sore. Being unable to move, and wanting to move, is just.....well, it's super. Neil has said he wants to talk about our future. I wonder what that means. I don't think he's going to ask me to marry him or even move in with him. But I also don't think he wants to end it. Will see tomorrow nite. ............................................. 3/2: Wow. Neil and I had our discussion. First he asked me my reaction to my bondage. I told him I enjoyed it and I was looking forward to more of it. He then asked me how far I thought I could go. When I said I didn't understand, he asked me if I just wanted to play at bondage with some simple tieing like we did the other nite, or if I wanted to do something more serious. I told him that since I really didn't have a good idea of where bondage could lead, it was not possible for me to give a definitive answer. I could see that disappointed him; but, when I added that I wanted to try more, he brightened. We agreed to give it a try. He'll go slowly with me and I agreed that no matter what happens I won't get angry with him. At first, I pooh-poohed his caution but he insisted that it might get to be a little heavy for me, so I agreed that I would not get angry. As I sit here, my overnight case is by the door. I'm wearing a T-shirt with a bra and levis with no panties. On my feet are new boots Neil asked me to buy. He said I should buy them for myself, rather than have him buy them, so that I'd have a commitment. They are Timberland hiking boots. I've never worn anything like them. We are going away for a long weekend during which time I'll be in bondage much of the time. ............................... 3/7: Relating the events of my weekend in bondage with Neil may take several pages. I guess I should first relate my feelings. Naturally, having been seriously tied only once, and that spread-eagled on a bed, my experience with bondage was that of a total novice. My anticipation was that of a child about to see or do something new that I thought I might like. I now have a totally different view of bondage. My experience grew by an Nth factor this weekend. I will admit that not everything that Neil did to me would I voluntarily ask him to do to me again, but those few things I would try to endure if he asked me to. But most of what was done to me, I want to do again and again. I also learned that bondage can exist by itself without a direct sexual connection. Thus, my feelings are totally positive. I like bondage. I enjoy being tied up. I want to do it lots more. My satisfaction was the greatest. I found that I could maintain the high of a continuing climax for a much longer and a growing period of time. My capacity for pleasure has been much increased. I found that my pain threshold is higher than I would have dreamed. I'm sort of ambivalent about this, and will have to think carefully what I might want to do about this. When Neil called for me, he told me to turn around. He quickly placed handcuffs on my wrists. Realizing what he had done, I said I guess the weekend has begun, and Neil smiled. Then, holding my left arm with his right hand, he picked up my overnight bag. After we passed through the door, he pulled it closed and we walked to his car. We only met one person and, since that person was walking towards us, she didn't notice my cuffed wrists. I wasn't at all worried, it was sort of kicky. When we got to his car, he helped me in. He allowed me a half minute to shift in my seat to get comfortable; then, he fastened my seat belt. This would have been enough, but he then used a leather strap to bind my ankles. I sat there totally bemused. Without a word, he climbed into the car beside me, started the motor and we drove off. We drove along for a while before either of us spoke, and then he asked if I was comfortable. I asked how was I to answer, being strapped into my seat, with my hands cuffed behind my back and ankles bound together. So he said, well, answer it all things considered. I grinned as I replied that all things considered, things were great. Neil had rented a cabin in the mountain community about two hours away. My arms had gone to sleep long before we got there. He left me in the car while he registered, and then he drove us to the most remote cabin. Again, he left me in the car while he unloaded the trunk. Finally, he came to me, removed the ankle straps and unlocked the seat belt. He helped me out of the car and I didn't even think to ask him to remove the handcuffs. Inside, he had me sit. Then, he took up some handcuffs with a much larger chain (I later learned these were leg irons or fetters) and locked the cuffs on my ankles. Next, he removed my handcuffs. He helped me flex my arms. There were red marks on my wrists, but nothing serious. He told me to take off my t-shirt and bra, which I did. He then put the handcuffs back on me, but in front this time. I hardly noticed them. He then unlocked the leg irons and told me to remove my levis but to leave the boots on. I tried to pull the levis over the boots, but I couldn't so he told me it would be okay to pull off my boots but I had to put them back on. Finally, I was standing, nude but for my timberlands and handcuffs. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Sort of funny," I admitted. "I've never been dressed quite this way before." "Bother you?" he asked. Shaking my head, I said, "Not really. It just takes some getting used to. Would you tell me something?" "Sure." "Well, before you unlocked my handcuffs, you locked those leg irons on me; and then before you took the leg irons off, you put the handcuffs back on. Is that supposed to tell me something?" With a grin, he nodded, "Very sharp. Yes, that should tell you that you will be locked in some way for the whole weekend. Think you can handle that?" "Well, I guess I'll have to, won't I?" Very quickly he was at my side, saying very loudly, "Absolutely not. You MUST understand that you can end this at any moment. If you don't know that, I won't go on." Subdued, I replied, "I'm sorry Neil. Yes, I do know I can end this at any moment. All I was trying to do was to get into this new persona of a person always locked someway. Don't be angry with me." With great concern and tenderness, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. I was reassured, and then because my handcuffed wrists were in front, I began to massage his crotch. For a moment, he did nothing, but then he dropped his right hand and swatted me on the ass. I said ouch, and giggled. He was laughing as he stepped back. "Okay, Amanda," he said, "it's time for you to be restrained." He led me to a large post off to the side of the room. It stood floor to ceiling. Positioning me with my back to the post, he knelt down and secured the leg irons so that I couldn't move away. Then he unlocked my handcuffs. Very quickly, he had my hands tied behind the post. Ropes went above and below my boobs to hold me to the post. Another rope tied my belly to the post. He then unlocked the leg irons and tied my ankles and my thighs to the post. "How's that?" he asked. I couldn't even wiggle. Giggling, I answered, "I feel like I'm part of this post. What sort of bondage do you call this?" "Well, if we were into whipping, this would be an ideal position to do your front. But it can also be a restful position." Choosing to ignore the first part for the moment, I said, "Restful?" He nodded, "Yes, if you just give yourself over to the ropes, you'll find you can relax and the ropes will support you with only a minimum of discomfort. After you get used to it, you might even sleep." "Ha," I said, "are you serious? How can I sleep like this?" Shaking his head, he answered, "That's up to you. You've got several hours to find out." With that, he turned on his heel, picked up a book and walked out of the cabin. I was shocked. This was a side of bondage I didn't know about. I thought that I would have constant attention paid to me; here I was by myself with nothing to do. I had serious doubts about resting. Inevitably, I began to think about the first use of this position that Neil had described: having my front whipped. Did people really whip for pleasure? How could I stand it? I had to admit that if I was to be whipped, being tied like I was would certainly prevent me from escaping. But I also knew that Neil wouldn't do something like that unless I was agreeable. How could I ever get to the position of wanting to be whipped? And then it occurred to me, my tits were on my front! That meant my tits might be whipped if I was whipped on the front. Ridiculous. And then I was astounded to discover that I was aroused. I tried to shift a bit, and a powerful cum hit me. Tied as I was, I couldn't even twitch. I marveled how my sexuality had been awakened by Neil and bondage. Before, I enjoyed sex; now, I seemed to have become an hedonist. I was pondering that when I heard Neil's voice from far away. At first, I thought he must be outside but then I was startled: he was right in front of me: I HAD fallen asleep! "Have a nice nap Amanda?" he was asking with a smile. I blushed, and then replied, "I honestly didn't think it could happen. Does that mean I was bored by your bondage?" Wrinkling his nose, he said, "By the smell of you, I don't think you were bored." I was really perturbed, and then I laughed, saying, "Neil, the way I'm taking to this bondage, it sort of scares me." "Why's that?" he asked. "Well, what happens if sex and bondage get locked together in my mind?" "What's wrong with that?" he asked. I started to sputter, and then I laughed, "Yes, what indeed is wrong with that? How much longer do I stay here?" "As long as you want," he answered. "You've been there a couple hours now. We could stop for a rest and have a meal." "Okay, put the leg irons on me and I'll fix us a meal." "You really do adapt quickly, Amanda," he said as he bent to untie my ankles. When he was done, he did indeed lock the leg irons on my ankles. Then, very quickly, he untied the rest of me from the post. I immediately embraced him and kissed him hard. Whacking me on my ass, he said, "Get to the kitchen. We need our food." That nite, I was fucked with the leg irons on my ankles. It was a different feeling, not being able to lock my ankles on his back, but the fact that I was manacled added a new dimension to being fucked. The next morning, Neil put a portable pillory like device on me. It consisted of a very light, but strong, aluminum pole fixed to a neck collar. Naturally, the collar was leather and it had a padlock to secure it. It was largish too, which meant I couldn't freely move my head, there was movement but not total. At each end, a leather cuff was rigidly secured to the poll and these he secured to my wrists. The ever-present padlocks secured them. Then he removed the leg irons. "There," he said, "we can go for a walk." I was dumbfounded. I knew we were isolated, but I never thought we'd go out with me bound, and naked. He stared hard at me. I was torn by indecision. He helped me by opening the door, and standing to the side. So, I turned sideways, to get my outstretched arms out the door, and we went for a walk. It wasn't a very long walk, but I was terrified the whole time that someone would come. Every sound, every falling twig in the woods, sent a shiver through me. I don't think I heard a single bird or saw a flower. Although it was a warm day, I had goose bumps all over my body. After ten minutes, we turned back, and I tried to walk faster, but he slowed me down. I know I was just like a riding pony who knew we had turned back towards the barn. Anakha. http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/mellon ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ****************************************************** From anakha@clara.net Wed May 14 17:49:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.nacamar.de!azure.xara.net!xara.net!news.cableinet.co.uk!insnet.net!backpost.satin.net!eros.clara.net!news From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 2/3 Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 21:49:53 GMT Organization: ClaraNet Lines: 422 Message-ID: <5ld8md$lq0@eros.clara.net> Reply-To: anakha@cl#ara.net NNTP-Posting-Host: du-511.clara.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 ************************************************************************************ Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha ************************************************************************************* STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice. Part 2 When at last we returned to the cabin, he came up to me and kissed me. Then he said, "Amanda, you were too slow in leaving. I want to give you a reminder so you won't hesitate in the future. Is that okay with you?" I was pleased that we were holding to our intention that all that was done to me would only be done with my okay, but I asked, "What will the reminder be?" He laughed, "I'm upholding the deal of asking, but the deal doesn't require that I tell you the precise details." Shrugging, I replied, "Well, I've been able to handle what you've dished out so far, so okay, I agree that you may give me a reminder so I won't hesitate in the future." He sat me down, still secure in my portable pillory, and went to a suitcase. When he returned, I couldn't quite make out what he was holding, and then I sort of got an idea, and I became worried. I wasn't sure I could handle them. Very quickly, he held them out: they were nipple clamps. He massaged my tits to get the nipples to stand up, and then he put a clamp on one nipple. It bit like fire. It took my breath away. I was about to beg him to take it off, when he put the other on my other nipple. This doubled the outrage. I did my best to contain my very strong desire to beg him to take them off. The hurt intensified, but I found that I could cope. I held on for a few minutes, and then the bite subsided to a dull burning sensation. I could handle them. I felt very proud of myself. I looked down to see what was biting on my nipples. Neil laughed when he saw me look down. He knew I had overcome the desire to ask him to take them off. "Here," he said, "let's go to the mirror so you can get a better look." I was enthralled. I felt so proud. I smiled at him and nodded. "You like?" he asked. I nodded, adding, "Oh, Neil. They hurt so bad at first. I guess it was the fear. Now, I can handle them. And I know my pussy is wet." And then I astonished myself: "Let's walk again." This time he was startled. "With the clamps on your tits?" he asked. I nodded vigorously. "I want to see how they feel as I walk." So we walked again. This time, we walked slowly. I heard the birds singing and I saw the thousands of flowers. I heard twigs fall in the woods, but that instigated no fear. I just felt wonderful. I don't know if we walked a longer distance, but I do remember that when we did turn for home, I asked Neil to kiss me. It was sort of awkward due to my outstretched arms, but I was content. When we finally returned from our walk, Neil again locked the leg irons on me, and then he removed everything else, including the nipple clamps. I did yelp when he removed them and the blood was allowed to flow freely again. Neil said I could sit and he prepared lunch. After lunch, we had a nice nap. When we awoke from our nap, Neil gave me leather cuffs to put on my wrists. Teasingly, I asked, "What is this? Do it yourself bondage?" He chuckled as he replied, "Well, it's always a good idea to be prepared. What with my traveling, you might want to secure yourself sometime." That jolted me, and then I nodded. Carefully, I threaded the cuffs on first one wrist and then the other. They locked neatly. When that was done, Neil used other straps to draw the cuffs to either corner of the bed. Quickly, I understood that I was to be spread eagled again -- I wondered if that also meant I would be eaten that way again. I was, after Neil removed the leg irons, attached cuffs to each ankle and secured my legs. The pillow under my ass cheeks lifted my cunt and there I laid, open, wet and ready. He wasn't long in bringing his educated tongue to my twat. He teased me by laving first one side of my labia, and then the other, never coming close to my clit at all. And then he did -- and -- boom. Off I went like a firecracker. When I'd settled down, I expected him to reverse himself so I could suck him. Instead, he continued to eat me. This surprised me. At first, his licking my sensitive flesh irritated, but then I began to get warm again. The cum this time was a lot longer coming, but it was terrific. I fought my bonds, and twisted and turned. I also moaned a lot, something I rarely do when I cum. At last, he had pity on me. He left me a worn out wreck on the bed, a sexually satisfied wreck, but still a wreck. I must have dozed off, because suddenly I heard Neil calling me to wake up. I rolled over in a dream-like trance, but something was troubling me. Then it hit me, I wasn't secured in any way. Both my ankles and wrists were fetter free. I sat up with a start. "Hi, sleepy head," Neil said. "How was your nap?" Without answering either question, I asked, "Where are my bonds? I thought I was going to be secured in some way the entire time we were here?" With an amused laugh, Neil answered, "Do you miss your chains?" Pausing ever so slightly, I replied, "Yes, yes I do." He said nothing, but came to where I was sitting on bed and captured my head between his hands, and he kissed me full on the lips. Then, releasing me, he said, "I freed you because we are going out to dinner tonite. It's a small place nearby, but any chains or ties would stand out like a sore thumb. But you'll not be entirely free. It was astonishing how naked I felt. I'd grown so used to being bound that now I felt, just, just plain bare. Sensing my consternation, Neil asked if I'd ever been fucked in the ass. I was so jolted by that question that I was stunned. I did see that he expected an answer so I told him I had been fucked twice there but I didn't care for it, and then I asked him why he asked. He handed me a mass of leather straps and buckles, which he explained was a chastity belt. I blinked and then grinned, and he asked why the grin. 'First, you talk about fucking my ass and then you give me a chastity belt. Make up your mind,' I said. He laughed, and then said that this belt was more fun than preventive. Sensing my confusion, he added that instead of just covering over my holes to prevent entry, this one had plugs for each hole. He added that he had asked about my ass because an inexperienced ass-hole (I swear, those were his exact words) might not appreciate the intrusion. By now, I was laughing so hard, the tears were streaming down my face. At first, Neil was non-pulsed, but then he realized what he said, and he too laughed. Finally, when we'd calmed down, I said I was willing to educate my ass-hole, and we began laughing all over again. Neil managed to gasp that perhaps I might want to try the butt plug a while before we left, and if it was too much, I could remove it. Agreeing, Neil then instructed me on the insertion of the plugs. I wondered why he didn't put them in me and he said it would be better if I did them myself the first few times. I would naturally fear them at first and I was the best gauge of how much pressure I could handle. So, greasing my cunt and ass-hole with the K-Y jelly he gave me, I began to ease the cunt plug in. Neil suggested the ass one should be the first since the ass-hole was less pliable. So, I put the head of the plug at the entrance of my anal track and began to push. I grunted a lot but nothing. Perplexed, I looked at Neil, who had been eyeing me carefully. He suggested that I bear down as if I wanted to shit. Somewhat dubiously, I did so, and I felt the head of the plug slip in a little. Getting the idea, when I bore down, I pushed up the plug. Again, it entered a ways, but still not enough. Three more times, I bore down and pushed up at the same time. And then I hit on the idea of flexing my knees too, and the plug slid in. Curiously, once the head was in me, the shaft slid in easily. There was a flat piece at the base which prevented the plug going in too far. Shrugging, I took the larger plug and put it at the door of my cunt. Somewhat shamelessly, I rubbed the head around a bit before I began to push it in. This went in easier. 'Ok,' I said, 'I'm plugged. Now, what?' Neil quickly fitted the leather straps around my waist and up through my crotch. With three tiny padlocks, he had me secured with the plugs in me. He then said I should walk around and sit and do regular things. After several steps, I was convinced I could not wear this thing. It didn't hurt, but it kept my mind continually on my cunt and ass, and I knew I'd have several cums. When I told Neil that, he said, that's exactly what was supposed to happen. I wore that belt to a local restaurant that nite. Neil let me take it off to pee and shit before we left, but it all went back on right afterwards. Besides that, I wore just my t-shirt, my levis and my timberlands. Neil was dressed the same, except no plugs. One other thing was that the belt straps were outlined under my tight levis. I didn't say anything, counting on the darkness and shadows to give me some protection, but Neil remarked about the straps. Dinner was incredible. I just managed to get seated before a cum came over me. I held tightly to the table to contain my sounds, but my breathing was roaring in my ears and I was sure I could be heard by those near us. Neil merely sat across from me with a slight grin. After that first cum, I just went with them. Neil even made me dance with him. That nite, I was really fucked in the ass, and I loved it. It's amazing how enjoyable it was, especially after the two previous, very painful attempts. The next day, my cunt and ass were somewhat tender. Neil this time was very solicitous -- which I remarked about. He said that he enjoyed giving me pain, but that pain had to lead to sex; and wear and tear pain would not lead to sex, so it was in his best interest to get me back into shape. That's what he said, but I know better: he was genuinely concerned about me. I had awakened before Neil. For several moments, I just laid there, content and very happy. He slept on his side with his bottom arm thrown out and his top arm bent at the elbow. His hair was all a mess and the stubble of his beard was just visible. I thought about the changes this man had introduced into my life, and I felt deep affection. Suddenly, it occurred to me that here I was again with no bonds, and I hit on the idea of preparing myself for him. Very carefully, I slid out of bed so as to not wake him. As I moved my pelvis, I noticed I was sort of sore, and I smiled about that. And then, when I stood up, I noticed I was also sort of stiff, and that too amused me. First to the john, where I peed and brushed my teeth. Then, I headed for the living area. I knew that me in my timberlands was important to him, so I pulled the heavy boots on and laced them snugly. That done, I stood and walked a few steps to make sure the boots were comfortably laced -- I recalled the first time Neil had asked me to wear these clodhoppers. I was ready to rebel, but then I rationalized it wasn't all that big a deal, so I did wear them. Amazingly, I found them quite comfortable, and was ready to wear them whenever Neil wished me to wear them. Now, what next, I asked myself. I began with leg irons. These restrained but did not immobilize. I could get around, but not very fast. Next, I pulled out a ball gag, head-harness. Opening wide, I pushed the ball into my mouth. I munched as best I could, and then worked my jaws a few times to try to seat the ball comfortably (in this case, comfortably is a relative word). When I was satisfied it was as good as it was going to get, I began to fasten the very many straps: under my chin, behind my head and over the top of my head. Glancing in a mirror, I saw my face with this huge red ball in the mouth and black straps going around either side of my nose and over the top of my head and around my head. I giggled and felt proud of myself. For reasons I can not even begin to guess at, even to this day, I just touched my slit. It was wet! Discovering this, I was nearly paralysed. Had I changed so much that putting on a heavy pair of boots, leg irons and gagging myself had become a turn-on? I don't know how long I remained immobile. Maybe it was the especially loud chirping of a bird, maybe it was Neil rustling in the bed, maybe I just came to -- I don't know, but finally, I managed to think again. Determining to continue, I put the discovery aside, assuring myself my slit had become wet before for seemingly innocuous reasons. I found a small padlock, and hooked that to a slot at the back of the gag. Like the leg irons, the gag wasn't going to come off without a key. The wrist manacles were ones I hadn't worn before. They had a longer connecting chain and, what appeared to be, a more formidable cuff. The keys were in them and I had to twist the keys to lock them. Okay, I now had leg irons and manacles on ankles and wrists, and a gag in my mouth. What else? I found two metal hoops, one larger than the other, but both were larger than wrist or ankle. Picking up the smaller of the two, I examined it. It was padded at the edges and had the same sort of lock as the leg irons. I turned it over and wondered where it could be worn....my neck! Very carefully, I opened it and then put it about my neck. I was right, it was a collar. With no hesitation, I closed it about my neck, and then twisted the key and removed it. The other hoop was obviously a belt, and I quickly discovered I was correct, and I locked it also. But there had to be more. I found several short lengths of chain and several locks. I had no idea of what went where, but very soon, I had connected the chain between my leg irons with the chain between my wrist manacles. Another chain connected my collar and my manacle chain. Two other chains connected my manacles to the belt. One last chain connected my collar in back with my leg iron chain. This was a fairly formidable collection of restraints. I had limited mobility of my arms but I could still walk about, barely. I was also pleasantly surprised about the weight. Feeling very pleased with myself, I wanted to display my restraints to Neil; yet, I was also aware it might not be the best idea to go over and shake him awake. And then I hit on it: breakfast. I moved as quietly to the kitchen as I could and put on the coffee, and then began to fry bacon. I was puttering along fairly well, having set the table, and had just poured myself a cup of coffee, when I felt breath on the back of my neck, and then Neil's arms embraced me. Or at least he tried, saying, "That's some get up. Turn around and let me look at you." Smiling, I did so, and noticed his erection as I did. He had stepped back and whistled. "You really did yourself up proud. Some of those, we hadn't tried yet. What gave you the idea?" I hmmmmmm'd. "What, oh yeah, the gag. Go ahead and take it off." I hmmmmm'd again, and turned my head so he could see the lock. Neil left the room and returned with the tiny key and removed the head-harness ball gag. "Well," I said when I was able to speak, "whatever gave me the idea, I see it was the right idea," inclining my head toward his cock. "Huh, oh, yeah. Well, how WOULD you expect me to react when I come out to eat breakfast and find my girl all chained up?" Well, anyway, we did manage to get to breakfast. When we finished, I said, "How about a walk?" "Like that?" "Sure, why not? It was my doing. I'm sort of proud of it. We won't be able to walk too fast." "Gagged?" "Up to you," I said, "whether we talk to each other or you talk to me." I was gagged. Anakha. http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/mellon ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ****************************************************** From anakha@clara.net Wed May 14 17:50:08 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!rill.news.pipex.net!pipex!azure.xara.net!xara.net!news.cableinet.co.uk!insnet.net!backpost.satin.net!eros.clara.net!news From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 3/3 Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 21:50:08 GMT Organization: ClaraNet Lines: 452 Message-ID: <5ld8ms$lq0@eros.clara.net> Reply-To: anakha@cl#ara.net NNTP-Posting-Host: du-511.clara.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 ************************************************************************************ Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha ************************************************************************************* STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice. Part 3 5/1: Neil and I are going to the woods again. I'll get some out-door bondage. I really like it. It's altogether different. Of course, it can't be as elaborate, but the thrill of being tied, helpless, outdoors, is an added item. Neil said this could be our last outdoors at the cabin because more and more people are coming up for the pleasant summer months and will be out and about. Seeing my disappointment, he said we might be able to use a hunting cabin of a friend's, but it was further away, so we'd be gone longer than a weekend. .......................... 5/3: I tried something new last nite. Neil tied my arms together behind my back and made my elbows touch. When he suggested it, I didn't think it could be done. It sure did put a lot of strain on my shoulders but I managed without an excessive amount of stress. I was aghast when I saw myself in the mirror: my tits were like ten gallon buckets. Neil laughed at my evaluation, and said on another occasion, he could tie them when they were like that. He asked detailed questions about my discomfort with my elbows tied, and I only seriously complained about the rope burning as he tightened the ropes. He then said he would buy me a single glove, which would do the same thing but without ropes. He took several measurements of me. Tomorrow, we go to the woods again. ................................ 5/7: This was a good trip. I wore the same things on the way up and was bound the same way. Nothing very remarkable in this for I am frequently bound the same way in the car. Since we left early on Friday, we got there before noon. After Neil checked us in, he came back to the car and released me, saying we could walk in the woods for a couple hours since no one else was due to check in for several hours. I surmised that meant a nude walk in the woods. Having done it before, I wasn't worried; in fact, there was a tingle in my clit. As we unloaded the car, I noticed a log about six feet long. Neil told me to carry it into the cabin. I wasn't sure I could, but I found it to be lighter than I had imagined. Still, as I lugged in, I wondered what it was for. I found out very quickly. Knowing the drill, I stripped down to my timberlands, and stood waiting for the portable pillory. Instead, Neil picked up the log and put it on my shoulders, behind my head. He told me to wrap my arms under and over it. I tried, but it wasn't too comfortable, so he suggested I wrap them over and under it. This too was uncomfortable, but it was better. He asked me which I preferred and I said over and under. Nodding, he picked up rope and quickly bound my arms to this log. As he was doing it, I asked if I was going to be carrying this tree around on my back, and he simply said yes. When he didn't put the clips on my nipples, I knew I was supposed to concentrate on the experience of carrying this log on my shoulders. At the end of a half hour, it had become quite a burden. Finally I said to Neil I could no longer hear the birds. He understood and we turned back to the cabin. ............................ 5/13: I carried that log on my shoulders again today. It was in Neil's garage. He'd moved the car out and shoved other things against the wall. Must have had it tied to me for nearly three quarters of an hour. I didn't walk all the time, in fact, I suppose I sat half the time. 5/20: We're going to his friend's hunting cabin for the memorial day weekend......My single glove arrived yesterday. Neil called me and told me it had arrived. Unfortunately, I won't get to see it for two more days. ............................ 5/23: The glove is marvelous. There are straps that go over my shoulders and which cross over my tits and then under my armpits to hold it up. It laces from fingertips to biceps and then, to make it more secure, there are three straps that wrap around my arms at the biceps, below the elbows and at the wrists.....I was laced into for an hour......We leave in two days. .......................... 5/31: Well, I found out the purpose of the log I've been carrying on my shoulders. I am shocked, and I wonder if I can continue to see Neil. He has introduced me to new pleasures and an understanding of my body that still amazes me. Still, what he wants to do now, well, I'm not sure. ............................... 6/2: I haven't seen Neil since we went to the hunting cabin. He's called me to see how I am, but he says it's my choice as to where we go from here. I still don't know. ................................. 6/5: We arrived at the cabin. It was really isolated. I knew we'd be alone. After unloading the car, and noting the log, I again dressed -- er, undressed to nothing but my timberlands. Expecting the log to be placed on my shoulders, Neil surprised me by asking about my blood pressure and if I had glaucoma. Somewhat confused, I said as far as I knew, my pressure was okay and I knew there was no glaucoma. I then asked him what that was all about, and he said that today I would be suspended by my ankles. It is now a mark of my trust in Neil that this didn't worry me at all. If he thought it was okay to hang me by my ankles, then I was willing to try it. Of course, it was done outside. He had some block and tackle in the shed, and he secured it to a tree limb about twelve feet off the ground. Standing nude, in my boots, I giggled as I watched him shimmy up the tree and secure one end of the block to that limb. Very quickly, I was seated on the ground under that block. My bare buns were resting on the pine needles, but that didn't bother me at all. In fact, as I sat there, with my legs spread, the odor from my already excited cunt, mixed in with the pine smell, was quite pleasant. My ankles were tied together and the hook on the other block was secured to my ankle ropes. Almost with urgency, Neil then began to haul on the rope dangling from the upper block. The ropes began to tighten and then my feet started going up. I lay there, watching my feet climb that rope. Eventually, my ass-cheeks began to leave the ground and my weight was on my shoulders. Then, my shoulders started to leave the ground and I started to turn a bit. Neil gave a mighty heave and my whole body was off the ground, with my hair dragging in the grass and dirt. My hands were still on the ground and I was using them to keep from turning, and then he hoisted me some more so that my hands were free of the ground. I was totally suspended from my ankles. The view was crazy. Everything was up-side down. I could not help myself from spinning, but Neil did slow it so that I turned slowly. When Neil asked if I could handle it, I told him I didn't see why not. I hung that way, that first time, for two hours. We napped, and I bathed. Then, perky again, I asked Neil what was next. He suggested a walk, and I agreed, knowing I'd be carrying that log. I wasn't wrong. I accepted my burden without question and minced my way out of the cabin, and we walked. The log didn't seem such a load as it had been that first time and when we stopped after a while, and Neil asked me how I was doing, I said okay, and how long had we been walking. When he said a half hour, I thought he was joking and said it didn't seem that long. He then asked if I was becoming more accustomed to the log, and I said I was. He said good, and suggested we walk further. I guess I carried that log on my shoulders for an hour's walk. At last we came back to the cabin and I went towards the door. Neil said I should sit and rest a bit. Always before, when we returned from these walks, Neil had immediately removed the log, but this time he made no move to do so. Somewhat baffled, I simply sat. What happened next stunned me. Neil moved a wooden platform with wheels near where I was sitting. It was about three feet high and about four feet square. In the middle, were a set of steps that led to the middle of the platform. He then disappeared and returned with another log. This one he placed into a hole in the platform, so that it was upright. On the top of this log was a long, metal spike. I starred at this a long time, and suddenly, I knew. If there had been any doubt, Neil walked over to me and said he wanted to crucify me! I was stunned, and shocked, and shortly began to cry. I told Neil that I liked what he did to me to make my body respond. I even enjoyed carrying the log, but I just couldn't let him crucify me. Not being sure of my reasoning, he began to explain that of course he didn't want to kill me. Then he talked about crucifixion as a form of bondage. He pointed out that I had experienced the X frame and that this was a variation. I continued to cry, and asked Neil to untie me, and to put away the platform. .......................... 6/15: The weekend had been ruined. Oh, I was tied again, but there was a block between us. I even tried to carry the log on my shoulders again, but I could only manage a fifteen minute walk. What could I do? ......................... 6/16: Neil has invited me to go to the cabin again. I just can't say yes. ............................ 6/17: He called again. Oh, what to do. I do like bondage. But crucifixion................how can I? .......................... 6/18: About 11 last nite, I couldn't stand it anymore. I called Neil to see if he minded me coming over at that time. When I got there, I asked just to be chained. He agreed, and I spent the nite chained to the post in the garage. Before he left for work, he unlocked my chains. I called in sick at work. Then, I went to his bathroom and took a long, hot shower. I then took the leg irons and locked them on my ankles and lay down to take a nap. It was after noon when I awoke. Forgetting the leg irons, I tried to swing one leg off the bed, and then giggled when I felt the other leg jerk. I got up and shuffled around the room. I thought of unlocking the leg irons, but then decided not to do it. I knew what I was going to do long before I did it. Finally, I gave in and went to the garage. I had spotted my log against the wall while I had been chained to the post last nite. With some difficulty, I managed to get it on my shoulders. It felt far less secure without the ropes tieing it to me, but I managed to hold it as I walked around the garage. Finally, after about an hour of walking and sitting, I put the log back. I unlocked my leg irons and left Neil a note saying I'd be back later. .......................... 6/19: I returned about nine. I was wearing my t-shirt, levis, timberlands combination. He kissed me like he's never kissed me before. I asked if he would tie the log to me, and he nodded. I quickly removed everything and then put back the timberlands and went to the garage. He had me sit and I accepted the log on my shoulders. This time, he used more rope to tie me. I quickly figured out that this was his way of showing me how the log would be tied to me if I ever went through with the crucifixion. I stood up slowly, and then turned slowly. I dipped one arm, making the other go up, and reversed that. I jumped up and down to get the feel of the weight of the log. I walked and I turned. After an hour, I asked Neil to release me. .......................... 6:22: I'm going to do it. I just called Neil and told him. Curiously, he was not elated. He told me to come over. .......................... 6/25: I had to explain carefully to Neil what had led me to change my mind. I told him quite truthfully that my religious scruples had argued against crucifixion. Still, I knew deep down that this was just another way of being bound, and I wanted to do it.....We'll go to the cabin over the July 4th weekend. .......................... 6/27: Last nite started as a very tranquil nite. I asked Neil to lace me into my single glove. I really do like that thing. Of course, it is not easy to wear. I mean, it surely does put a strain on my shoulders but I do get a kick out of the way my tits stick out. My arms do get numb, but I don't let that bother me. Neil had me sit beside him and we examined a couple of his fetish catalogs together. Teasingly, I pointed out to Neil that an elegant, black leather single glove and my timberlands didn't match. So he asked me what I had in mind -- to go barefoot? I giggled, and just then he flipped the page of one catalog to boots. Spying a knee high, high heel pair, I said like those in the upper left. He looked and then he grinned. He laid aside the catalogs and got up and left the room. I was curious as to what was up. In a couple minutes, he returned with a box. It was all taped up. He said that it had arrived only two days ago and he had been saving it for our July 4 trip, if we went, but since I had brought it up, he'd give it to me now. He set the box down on my and lap and told me to open it. I was non-pulsed, and then I looked up at him helplessly. He caught my mood, and suggested didn't I want my present, and I said I had no hands. He said I still had teeth. So I bent over and tried to pull the tape with my teeth. Neil began to laugh and I tried harder but the box just fell off my lap. So I kneeled beside it and tried. Finally, he took pity and opened the box, and he withdrew a pair of the same kind of boots I had suggested. They were beautiful, but I was shocked by the height of the heel up close. I wanted to have them on me right away. Neil sensed my mood and suggested maybe it was time for me to have some relief from the glove. I glowed as he unlaced me. Of course, for several minutes, my numb arms simply hung at my sides. Several times I tried to move my arms before the feeling had been completely restored, only to not be able to control them. I giggled, and even he guffawed. Finally, in a humorous tone, Neil asked if I would like his help. Thankfully, I nodded. Surprisingly, he handed me a small package a pair of stay-high nylons. He sat on the floor at my feet and began rolling first one stoking and slipping it up my leg and then the other. Then he held one boot open and I managed to lift my foot and slide into the boot. He helped me force my heel into the heel of the boot, and then he began the tedious task of lacing it up. The other boot was soon on my other leg, and fully laced. Neil stood up, and held out his hands to me. By now, I was able to move my arms, and reached up to his hands. Gently, but steadily, he pulled me to my feet, or rather to my toes, for the heels on the those boots were so high that I was literally standing on my toes. Then, at my side, Neil walked beside me as I took my first, tentative steps. I was immediately struck by how much my pelvis jutted out in front of me. It was as if I was pushing my crotch forward. My steps were very uncertain, but then since I've always liked high heels, my confidence grew, and I began to take longer steps. I allowed Neil's hand to fall away, and I struck out on my own. Growing in confidence, I took a normal sized step......and almost fell. Just at the last moment, I regained my balance, and continued to walk though with cautiously shorter steps. Finally I returned to Neil, embraced him and said, "Neil, these are lovely. Thank you so very much." Somewhat embarrassed, he blushed, adding, "I'm glad you like them." I slept in my boots that nite and I was fucked while I wore my boots that nite and I sucked cock while wearing my boots that nite. .................... Anakha. http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/mellon ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ******************************************************