Discovering Bondage

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We had been married about three months when Frank went away on the
training course which was to change our lives.  He was away for a week
and I missed him like mad.  He rang me every night and talked for ages
on the phone.  Every night he told me about his day and how much he
missed me.  Then he would tell me what he was going to do with me and
to me when he got home.  He told me how much he wanted to make love
with me, how he wanted to kiss me and then slowly remove my clothes,
how he wanted to take my breasts in his hands, how he wanted to feel
my ass, how he wanted to push his fingers into my cunt and then how he
wanted to fuck me with his big, fat prick.  He got me worked up every
night and by the time he got home I was more than ready for him.

I had sent off to one of those sexy garment catalogues for a playsuit
that he'd told me was real sexy.  It was made of a shiny black
material and looked like a wet swimsuit with a couple of little
differences! -  It had cutouts for my breasts and was open crotch,
leaving the most important parts of my anatomy open to view.  The back
of the costume was cut out in such a fashion as to show my whole ass
buck naked. I knew what time he was due home so I had a long soak in
the bath with my favourite scented bubble bath and afterwards put on
the suit.  It  made me feel very sexy and daring as I sat in front of
the dressing table mirror the flesh of my bum next to the soft vinyl
of the seat and my tits sticking out through the opening in the bodice
as I made up my face.  Then I waited for him just inside the front
door.

When he arrived and opened the door, he took one look at me, dropped
his case and walked up to me.  He took hold of my hands and stood
looking down at my body.  Slowly he put his arms around me, keeping
hold of my hands as he did so.  He folded my arms behind my back so
that my hands touched my elbows. This had the amazing effect of
pushing my breasts forward causing my breasts to become even more
prominent through the openings in the front of the playsuit. My
nipples stood out like organ stops.  He held my arms in place with one
hand whilst he removed his tie with the other.  He then wrapped the
tie around my forearms, fastening my hands behind my back!!!  I was
suddenly very conscious of my vulnerability.  He turned me around and
guided me to the living room,  As I walked in front of him his right
hand cupped my bottom squeezing the soft flesh of my ass as I walked
in front of him.. He pushed his hand between my legs to cup my cunt
from behind.  I stumbled slightly at the unexpected rush of excitement
which flooded my body.  When we reached the living room he guided me
to the dining table. He  pushed me up against the table and took my
breasts in his hands running his thumbs over my hard peaked nipples. I
thrust my hips backwards against the hard ridge of his hard prick
outlined through his suit trousers. I twisted my head back so that he
could kiss me, which he proceeded to do, grinding his hard ridge into
my buttocks as he did so, pushing my cunt against the hard edge of the
table.  After a little while his right hand left my breast to slip
between our bodies and through my legs from behind to again cup my
cunt. He buried his fingers into me, hard.  I could here the sloshing
sound of his fingers going in and out of my now very wet sex.  Just as
I was ready to go over the edge he stepped back from me and ordered(!)
me to stay right there and not to move.  He disappeared into the
kitchen, returning with a skipping rope and a sharp knife.  He cut off
the wooden handles from the ends of the skipping rope then cut several
pieces off the rope.  He came and knelt behind me and took hold of my
left ankle which he pulled towards the nearest table leg.  He used one
of the pieces of rope to tie my ankle to the table leg.  He then took
hold of my right ankle and pulled that to the opposite table leg and
tied my right ankle to it.  I was now standing with my cunt pressed
against the table edge with my legs spread wide apart and my hands
tied behind my back!!  He stood back to admire his work and a slow
sexy smile spread across his face.  He was obviously very pleased with
what he had done.  I was still half dazed from the sexual high that I
had been on from his hand masturbation which I had been so enjoying
moments before.  I was still. twisted slightly looking at him over my
shoulder. I glanced down at myself and saw that in this position with
my legs spread my ass cheeks were spread apart also.  Experimentally I
leaned forward which caused my bum to round firmly.  Frank stepped
forward and lightly slapped my ass. I pushed my bum out as much as my
position would allow in an invitation for him to take me. He ignored
my invitation and continued to lightly slap my bottom.  Each slap
jolted my cunt ridge against the hard edge of the table, causing my
clitoris to rub against the wood.  I found myself getting excited
again.  He continued slapping me until found myself rising towards a
climax from the rubbing of my clitoris against the hard wood. He
realised what was happening and started to talk to me, encouraging me
to fuck the table.  I responded by wriggling against the wood to
increase the massaging of my clitoris.  To encourage me further his
slaps grew harder.  I suddenly started to come, I screamed with the
exquisite sensation.

When I came down from the high of my climax Frank left the room
leaving me tied to the table!  I screamed at him to come back and fuck
me!  He turned around and came back to the table.  He bent down and
picked up the two discarded skipping rope handles. He pushed one into
my cunt and rubbed it backwards and forwards until it was nice and
wet, then slid it up through the crease of my buttocks until he
reached my asshole.  He pushed the now wet wooden handle into my ass
as far as it would go until the flange on the end nestled against me.
He then pushed the second handle into my cunt.  “That should keep you
interested for a little while” he told me and turned away and
proceeded up the stairs to our bedroom. 

I heard the thud of the case as he put it down.  Then I listened as he
moved around the bedroom, which was immediately above the living room.
He opened and closed drawers. I couldn't understand how he was able to
just ignore the fact that he had left me in this position, wide open
and with two wooden prongs jammed into my most intimate places, whilst
he was unpacking his case.  On previous occasions when I had greeted
him in a similar fashion we had been on the bed by now, fucking our
brains out.  Now here I was wet, willing and ready to go but unable to
do anything but await the return of the Lord and Master.  I couldn't
even play with myself!  

Behind me on the wall was a mirror. Not a large one, just the normal
size that one usually found in a living room for the convenience of
being able to see one's self whilst combing one's hair or applying
makeup.  I stared at the image of myself in this mirror.  It was just
far enough away and hung at just the right angle that my bum was the
centre of the reflected me.  The shiny black material of the playsuit
outlined the reddened flesh of my buttocks which jutted provocatively
out from the hole which had been cut in such a way as to display the
whole of my bottom.  Spread as I was I could see the head of the two
handles sticking out from me, small pieces of rope attached to each of
them hanging down between my legs. I could also see that my cunt was
dripping from my climax, creating a small wet pool on the floor
between my legs.  I had always been copious in my climax, almost like
a man.  I bent further forward, keeping my eye on the image in the
mirror until I could also see the lips of my cunt. Frank had fucked me
doggy style previously and I had really liked it because his prick
could get right up inside me when he entered me from behind, filling
me. I wanted him to come back quickly and fuck me now. I wanted his
flesh pole in me, not these uncomfortable pieces of wood, smooth
though they were.

Frank returned.  He was naked.  His prick reared out hard and ridged
from the black curls of his sexual hair.  I noticed that  there was a
metal ring at the base of his prick from which a leather strap ran
across his scrotum, separating it into two hard round pouches, to a
second metal ring which ran around his prick from behind his scrotum.
He came behind me, pushed me down so that I was now lying across the
table top. He slapped my backside a few more times to warm me up
again.  After about half a dozen slaps he pulled the handle out of my
cunt leaned over me and held it against my mouth.  “Open up, bitch”
he commanded, “You can suck this whilst I fuck your cunt”

I opened my mouth and allowed him to put the sopping wet wood in.  I
closed my teeth on it to hold it into place.

"You're a real hot piece of ass, you know.  My hot piece of ass. I
knew you would take to this like a duck to water.  Bent over like this
you're all ass in fact."  He tugged at the rope hanging from the
handle up my ass, pulling it out slightly. Then he pushed it back into
me. "Yes all ass, and a tight one at that. Soon I'm going to fuck this
tight, little, virgin ass, but not just now.  Today I'm going to fuck
you're cunt!"  Without removing the handle from my ass he rammed his
prick into my cunt and proceeded to do what he had promised.  He moved
the wooden phallus in my ass in rhythm with the movements of his prick
in my cunt.  I could feel that hard rod in my ass rubbing against his
prick through the thin membrane which separated the two orifices. I
felt I was being well and truly fucked in both places. His talk about
fucking me in the ass had somehow centred my concentration on  that
area and made me super sensitive of that invasion.  I could feel my
anal ring first trying to expel the invader, then trying to hold on to
it as both rod and prick moved out of my body in unison.  As I
clenched my cunt muscles to hold his prick in me as he withdraw, so my
ass clenched in sympathy on hard wooden handle.  It was an exquisite
sensation.  I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be
fucked by two men at the same time, one in my cunt and one up my ass.
His other hand was squeezing my breast his thumb and forefinger
pinching my hard nipple.    

He seemed to pump in and out of me for a long time, longer than he had
ever previously been able to fuck me without coming himself.  Now I
understood the reason for the restraint on his prick. It was to keep
him hard for longer and prolong the pleasure he received from his
invasion of my body.  I was sure that it must also be increasing his
sensitivity because he was moaning with pleasure with each thrust.
The hard edge of the table was rubbing against my clitoris again with
each forward movement of his prick into my cunt and I was right up in
the clouds with the exquisite pain of my arousal.   

I seemed to be in a constant state of climax from his almost brutal
assault on my helplessly restrained body.  I was really loving it.
Again I found myself rising up to my climax.  I started to come again.
When I started to come he could not hold himself back any longer and
his prick rammed into me to the hilt as his come jetted into my
waiting cunt..  He almost lifted me off my feet as he rammed himself
up even deeper into my body as his fluid jetted from him into my
already soaking orifice.  I screamed his name as he paid homage to me
in this most intimate of fashions.

When I came down from my climax I opened my eyes to the sight of his
prick bobbing in front of my face.  He grasped a handfull of my hair
and lifted my head so that I could take him into my mouth.  He was
still hard, even though he had explded so hard into my cunt.  And he
was wet from out mingled juices.  I licked at the head of his prick
enjoying the little spasms this caused as he seemed to get even
harder.  The harbulb of his prick was swollen so much that the slit at
the end gapped open.  Little trickles of semen conitnued to ejaculate
gently from him as I flicked my tongue over this sensitive area.   he
let me continue like this for several minutes before he pushed himself
past my tongue and deep into my mouth.  He started to thrust himself
backwards and forwards, never once letting go of my hair.  I could
feel the slight pain as with each inward thrust he jerked my head by
pulling at the handfull of my hair that he was gripping so tightly.
He seemed to be enjoying the pain that he was inflicting.  His thrusts
became harder, almost brutal, as he slammed himsel into my face, his
balls banging against my chin as he got to the end of each strock.  I
tightened my lips around him, sucking against him as he pulled himself
out, trying to make him cum.  I found that I was getting aroused again
as my clit was continuing to rub against the hard ridge of the table
edge.   I could feel the tension building up in him again as his
excitment contiued to build.  I knew that he was only seconds from his
climax.  I was right.  He started to cum.  I swallowed hard as his
prick rammed hard into my throut as his jism jetted out of his body.
He jerked himself from me and spurted most of his cum into my face as
he held me firmly in position by my hair.

He left me tied to the table and went away upstairs, returning with a
self developing camera and proceeded to take photographs of me. He
took several of my face covered as it was with large globules of his
cum.  However, it was obvious from the number he took from behind,
that he really loved the way may ass stuck out from my new costume,
especially with the wooden handles sticking obscenely out of my cunt
and asshole.

Eventually he released me after removing the handles and sent me into
the kitchen to serve him his tea.  He refused to let me put on
anything over my very revealing costume.  He told me that now I was
his sex slave and I was to always be ready for him.  He sat at the
table still naked himself.  When his meal was on the table he tied my
hands together behind my back again, pushed me down on to my knees
under the table and told me to suck his prick whilst he ate.  So
whilst he filled his mouth with food, my mouth was filled with his
prick which rapidly got hard again!

After his meal he fetched a two foot long rod that had a leather cuff
attached to each end which he strapped around my ankles. He told me
that this was called a spreader bar.  That's what it did, it spread me
wide open.  It was difficult, but not impossible to walk whilst
attached to this.  What it did do was make me completely aware of my
sexual vulnerability. He told me to wash the dishes. He stood behind
me as I washed them.  His right hand delved between my opened legs,
his fingers playing in my sopping cunt.  He left hand massaged my
tits.  I could feel his  rock hard prick gently prodding at my anus,
reminding me of his promise to fuck me there, when he was ready.  

When I finished the dishes he again bound my wrists behind me.  This
time he took another rope and wrapped it around the top of my arms,
just above my elbows and tied   this off.  This rope had the amazing
effect of pushing my tits out even more.  He took a ball of twine out
of the kitchen drawer and proceeded to wrap several coils of this
around the base of my left breast and then tied it off.  I looked down
to see my breast was hard from the restriction.  My nipple was
engorged and stuck out from the tight flesh of my breast like an organ
stop.  My breast felt like a separate part of my body.  He treated my
right breast in the same way.

He led me back into the living room.  I stumbled along after him
trying to keep my balance as I adapted to the wide legged waddle made
necessary by the leg spreader.  He knelt me down in front of the three
seater settee that faced the large screen TV and video. The wide
spread of my ankles meant that I was practically sitting on my open
cunt.  He untied my arms from behind me and then tied each wrist to
its respective ankle. 

He turned on the TV and pressed play on the video switch.  He had
purchased a real pornographic video whilst he had been away.  

The opening scene showed an attractive woman walking down the street.
She was wearing a shaped leather jacket with plenty of zips and a
short leather skirt with knee length boots.  Hanging from her belt at
the waist was a pair of shining metal handcuffs.  The camera followed
her as she entered a building and went into a lift.  As soon as the
lift door closed her hand she pulled up the front of her skirt and
started to rub herself through her knickers.  The lift rose to the top
floor where she exited. She walked down a short passage and entered an
apartment.  The camera followed her into the apartment's bedroom.

In the bedroom there was a naked woman bound to a bed by her wrists
which were spread apart to each corner of the head board.  Her ankles
were pulled up over her head and tied to the same corners.  This left
her wide open and vulnerable  I could even see her ass hole. She wore
a full rubber head mask that totally hid her identity.   As we watched
the leather clad woman climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of the
bound woman and bent and started to lick her open cunt. With the full
mask blinding her the bound woman would not know wether she was being
licked by a man or a woman.  She didn’t seem to care as she strained
against her bonds to thrust her cunt up towards the licking tounge.
The kneeling position pushed her bottom into the air causing the edges
of the skirt to rise above her rounded ass revealing that she was
wearing a G string which left her ass bear beneath the dress.  The
camera zoomed in for a close up of the woman's ass lovingly following
the string of the G as it nestled between her ass cheeks,  then zoomed
out slightly to take in to the frame the way her tongue was working
its way into the bound woman's portals of pleasure.  As we watched the
action on the screen Frank leaned forward and took my bound tits in
his hands, massaging my nipples between the finger and thumb of each
hand pinching them making me writhe with the exquisite pleasure this
brought me  as I again found myself  becoming sexually excited.  This
was the first time I had ever watched someone else involved in sex and
I was finding it a real turn on, especially seeing that bondage was
central to what was happening to me, and the activity on the screen.

As I watched the TV screen a man joined the action.  He climbed onto
the bed and knelt behind the bent woman.  His prick was huge and
swollen with his arousal.  He pushed up the kneeling woman's skirt
until it was around her waist.  The man took a small bulldog clip from
the bedside table, opened its jaws and clipped it onto the nipple of
the bound woman's right breast.  I thought to myself "That must hurt
like hell".  He took a second bulldog clip and treated the left breast
in the same way. The camera zoomed in on the bound woman’s mouth.
Her lips were drawn back away from the rubber ball which had been
forced in behind her teeth, spreading her mouth into a grimace. Her
eyes were wide open, tears of pain glistened as they seeped out onto
her cheeks.  The kneeling woman continued to orally stimulate the
bound woman, apparently ignoring the man.  

The man pulled aside the  G string and pushed his prick into the
kneeling woman's cunt.  As he did so my master pushed me forward.
With my hands bound to my ankles and my legs spread as they were, this
meant the I ended up with my face on the floor and my ass in the air.
My master entered me from behind, just as the man on the screen had
the woman he was fucking in front of my eyes. His hands gripped my
swollen and sensitive breasts to give him leverage to enter me firmly.
I turned my head slightly so that I could continue to watch the
screen.  The prick in my cunt was pumping in exact rhythm with the
action on the screen. It was an exhilarating sensation to watch
someone else being fucked and at the same time to be fucked myself.  I
couldn't take my eyes of the screen.  I was fascinated by the sight of
the stranger's prick pumping in and out of the kneeling woman and the
way with each thrust, her face was pushed into the bound woman's cunt. 

As I watched the man on the screen withdrew his prick from the woman's
cunt and pushed it into her ass hole.  I gasped with amazement as I
watched it sink into her anus.  I felt my master follow suit.  His
prick, wet from my cunt, nudged at my anal ring.  I had never been
fucked there before. I was an anal virgin.  I felt a momentary pain as
he forced himself into my body, but it didn't last long.  Once he had
penetrated me I found that in a strange way I was actually enjoying
it. It was a lot different from the feeling I had when he had pushed
the wooden handle in to my ass. His prick was more alive.  I could
also feel his thighs against me which also heightened my awareness of
what was happening. It wasn't the same as being fucked in my cunt, but
it was pleasurable in a different way.   It helped that I had been
anticipating this all evening so I was prepared.  It also helped that
I was on a sexual high from all that had already happened and from the
viewing of the action on the screen in front of me.  It was exciting
being fucked whilst watching someone else being fucked. I must be a
bit of an exhibitionist, I guess.  I wondered what it would be like if
I was the one tied to the bed and say, Sarah my best friend was the
one licking my cunt and Frank who was fucking her.  I wondered if
Sarah would let him, or whether I would have to tie her to the bed
instead.  That idea excited me.  I would love to tie Sarah up, now
that I came to think about it.  She had a lovely body that I had often
admired and I knew that Frank thought so, too. Sarah and I had been
friends since the final year of primary, right through our
adolescence.  We had our first period within weeks of each other and
had shared as bed on more than one occasion.  We had explored each
other’s growing bodies during our early teens and we had often dated
together.  I remembered more than one double date when we had both
fooled around with our respective partners when we had parked up.  So
sharing sexual activity would not be a totally off the wall thing,  It
was just that we had never actually got it together, together, if you
know what I mean. Also, Frank had been out with Sarah a few times
before we started to go steady  and she had told me that they had had
sex together, so they were no strangers to each others bodies. She was
single at the moment, so there would be no one else to consider if I
decided I wanted to explore that avenue.   

The man on the screen continued fucking the woman in the ass for
several minutes, but which seemed to me to be much longer than that,
before withdrawing to spurt his come all over the woman's ass and
back.   Frank was not yet ready to come and continued to pump into me
even after that action had finished on the screen.  

The scene on the screen changed to a second room.  The two women
entered the room. The one who had been tied to the bed was still naked
and wearing the face mask but now she was wearing black rubber dance
pants as well.  I had seen some like them in the rubber wear
supplement to the exotic wear catalogue from which I had purchased the
body suit.  I wondered if these pants contained the double dildoes
that the illustration in the catalogue had shown as one of the
alternatives for the dance pants. If so I wondered whether she could
feel them moving within her as she walked.  Her breasts were bound in
the same way mine were, her nipples stuck out hard and firm.  So, now
I knew where my master had got that idea.  The nipple clamps were
still attached to her now very hard nipples. They had a light chain
joining them from which a lead led by which the other woman was
pulling her into the room.  The firmness of the skin of her breasts
caused by the restriction of the ropes ensured that her breasts
pointed forward. Her nipples were elongated out from her breasts
because of the pull on the lead being imposed by the other woman. As I
watched the bound woman walk across the room there seemed some how to
be something familiar about her.   

The second woman was now wearing an open crotch cat suit made out of a
soft leather which moulded beautifully to her luscious body. The open
crotch was cut like my playsuit revealing the whole of her firm ass at
the back.  She had a well rounded ass which stuck out proudly from the
restrictive leather. 

The man followed them. He was wearing tight pants which outlined his
solid erection and a close fitting black tee-shirt.

He ordered the second woman to secure the slave to a wooden vault
horse which was in the centre of the room.  The slave was bent over
the horse with her bottom sticking up into the air, her ankles
fastened wide apart to the base of the horse, and her wrists similarly
tied on the other side.  They each then took a leather strap and
proceeded to smack her backside over the rubber. The rubber clung
tightly to her body and I knew that she must be feeling every slap.
The sound track reproduced the sounds of the leather hitting her soft
body and the gaps which managed to get past the obstruction of the
gag.  The camera zeroed in on her contorted face to show her reaction
to each slap of the belt, then moved to zero in on her bottom.  I
could now see that there was a round protrusion in the rubber just
where her asshole would be, so she did have a dildo up her ass. Each
slap caused a vibration through the rubber dildo which I knew must be
exciting to her.  As they slapped her, Frank seemed to grow harder
inside me, and his thrusts harder and deeper into my ass.  One of his
hands moved away from my breast to play with my cunt, his fingers
playing in and out of my moist depths, his thumb flicking at my
clitoris bringing me back to the boil again.

After several moments they put the belts down.  The mistress then went
and stood back to back with the bound slave.  She spread her legs so
that her legs paralleled those of the slave. The eye of the camera
lingered lovingly on the moistness glistening through the gap in the
leather cat suit through which the pink folds of her cunt protruded.
After a few short moments it panned back to show the master with
several loops of rope in his hand. He knelt and tied their ankles
together.  Then he took another loop around their joined knees, and
then their joined thighs.   He tied her hands together in front of
her, leaving a loop between her wrists about five inches, then bent
and picked up a wood rod which pushed through her elbows across her
back.  This pulled her hands into her body, tightening the loose rope
between her wrists. He tied the rod into place then stepped back and
picked up one of the straps and suddenly brought it straight up
between her legs, hitting her full in her wide spread vulnerably
opened cunt. She grunted with the force of the blow which caused her
to stretch up onto her toes.  Frank rammed himself hard into my ass
and exploded, his come pumped into me as he rose up straightening his
legs to get a good firm leaverage into me. He lifted me off my knees
with the impact.  The man in the video repeated his actions three more
times. Each time Frank pulled out of me as the man started his swing
and rammed into me as the leather strap smacked into the woman’s now
tender cunt.  Obviously this was a great turn on for Frank.  The woman
started to spurt with her come after the fourth blow, her body jerking
as much as it was able, against the restricting ropes, her mouth open
as she screamed when she climaxed.  Frank climaxed too, jetting his
fluids into my ass.

The video went dark and Frank withdrew his prick from my body,
allowing me to settle back onto the carpet. He sat back on the settee
to recover, leaving me to my own devices.  After a few minutes I heard
the clanking of metal against metal as he removed his cock ring.  I
knew then that we had finished for the night.  I expected him to
release me but instead he left me where I was whilst he went upstairs
to take a shower and prepare himself for bed.   By the time he
returned about half an hour later I was beginning to feel a little
cramped.  He stood over me for a moment surveying his handy work.

“I really do like you when your all tied up, like this” he told me.
“It’s obvious that you enjoyed it too, am I  right?” He questioned
me.  I had to agree and told him that I had enjoyed it, that I had
never had so many climaxes in so short a space of time before.
“Well, I guess we will have to find time to do this  again, and often
my little sex slave.  Now, lets get you untied, into the shower and
off to bed.”  He released me, told me to carry the bondage implements
to our bedroom, and led me up stairs to our bedroom.  I deposited the
rope and ankle spreader on the blanket chest at the bottom of our bed
and went to the bathroom to shower. 

When I got back from the shower he told me to lie down on the bed. He
took out a couple of coils of rope and tied my wrists to my ankles.
This left me with my knees bent and my legs open.  He took a dildo
shaped vibrator out of his case, turned it on and proceeded to move it
in and out of my gaping cunt, touching my clitoris with it between
each entry to make sure that I received the most possible enjoyment.
I came several times with soul splitting intensity. He left me tied up
like that for the night.

I awoke late the next morning to find that Frank had released the
ropes and slipped away to go to the office to write up his report for
the visits he had made whilst away.  I climbed out of bed and went to
the loo.  On my return I noticed that the ropes and leg spreader were
still on  the top of the blanket chest where I had put them last
night. I sat down on the bed and picked up the spreader bar.  I
caressed the leather of the ankle straps, remembering how horny I had
been last night when he had me fastened into them.  How sexy I had
felt with my cunt and ass held open to his view.  I couldn't resist.
I bent down and strapped one of the straps around my left ankle, then
strapped the second one around my right ankle.  I was now spread as I
had been last night.  I closed my eyes and remembered, my hand went
down to my opened cunt, and I rubbed my fingers against my clit, then
down into my soft, moist pouch. I wondered what Sarah would say if she
chose now to call in for one of her unexpected visits.  Would I even
dare to open the door.  (I hadn't opened the blinds, so if she did
call she might think I was still in bed if I didn't answer her knock.)

passed the morning doing my household chores, the vacuuming, the
washing and the ironing.    Having completed all this by mid morning I
was left with little else to do as I couldn't go out to the shops, as
I would normally have done.  I decided I would telephone Sarah, to
pass the time whilst I waited for Frank to come back, so I sat down on
the leather couch in Frank's study and picked up the phone.  The phone
rang out and whilst I waited for Sarah to answer I looked around the
room. I could see myself in the mirror, my legs spread wide by the
bar.  Frank had put up what looked like one of these motto plaques.
It spelt out "BOUND TO PLEASE"  I looked a little closer and saw that
each of the letters was made up of female figures tied up in various
ways to make up the letters.  The letter B was made up of two woman
head to head, their bodies bowed in a hog-tie, their forearms tied
along the length of their calves to make the straight side of the B,
their arched bellies curved to make the arcs of the letter. The letter
O was  a woman bound backwards around the rim of an old fashioned cart
wheel. The U was a woman hanging by wrists and ankles  The N was three
woman each bound to a straight pole.  The other letters were similar
combinations of young, attractive,  nubile and naked bound woman.  A
most unusual wall decoration indeed.  Every one of the women was
gagged and had dildoes stuck in their cunts!!!

Sarah answered the phone in her usual bright cheery fashion and we
chatted as usual about the goings on amongst our friends and
acquaintances. I couldn't help but smile as at one point she said that
she hadn't been able to speak to one of our friends, Kathy, because
she was tied up in a meeting.  I couldn't help giggling at that,
knowing that I was "tied up" too, in a more literal sense. 

"I'm a bit tied up myself at the moment" I found myself blurting out
to Sarah.

"Are you, now" she replied.  "Tell me, did you enjoy yourself last
night when Frank got home?"

"Yes indeed, " I admitted.  "I'm overwhelmed by the number of times he
made me come last night."

"I don't suppose last night had anything to do with your being "a
little tied" up now, would it?" she asked. 

"Well yes, I suppose it does, in a way. Frank left me a little present
by the bed this morning and I'm wearing it now. Maybe you'd like to
pop over and see for yourself."  I couldn't believe that I'd just
invited my oldest and best friend over to my house to see me naked and
tied into a spreader bar, but that was exactly what I, and my big
mouth, had done.

"Of course I'll come over" was her quick reply, "I'm certain sure that
anything Frank has got for you is bound to be interesting." I wondered
if that was a deliberate play on words.  If it was maybe she knew more
about last night than I might have expected, especially remembering
that Frank and Sarah had gone together for a while before Frank and I
became an item. "I'll be over in ten minutes," she continued, "so that
you can show me then.  I've got something on myself which I think you
might like.  I'll see you shortly." She hung up and I slowly replaced
the telephone.  What was I going to do now?  Should I stay as I was or
should I go up stairs and change?  I decided that I would stay as I
was.  It would be interesting to see if I had picked up correctly on
her innuendoes!

True to her word she arrived ten minutes later. I watched through the
slats of the blinds as she walked up to the front door. She was
carrying a bag and  despite the fact that the day was warm she was
wearing a black rubber rain coat!! I went to the door, opened it
whilst ensuring that I kept it between me and the outside world.
Sarah stepped inside.  I closed the door as she turned to me.  She
looked me up and down a broad smile on her face.  "Gotcha" she said.
With her right hand she unbuttoned the rain coat and opened it.  I was
startled to see that her tits were tied up with rope just as the woman
in the video the night before, with similar nipple clamps and she was
wearing the same black rubber dance pants. 


"Recognise anything?" she asked me.  I gasped out. "I knew there was
something familiar about that woman last night. It was you!!"

"Yes, " she gleefully informed me.  "Frank took me to the bondage club
over the weekend.  I introduced him to it when we were going together.
I told him that I thought you would get off on bondage just like me.
I was right, wasn't I?"

I agreed with her whole heatedly.

"Frank told me to call in and get you ready for when he came in this
afternoon.  I was just on my way to come round here when you called
me." 

"You mean you we dressed like this at the office" I asked amazed and
exited at the idea.

"Absolutely and I wasn't the only one either.  I told you that Kathy
was tied up in a meeting, didn't I?  Well she was tied up all right.
The bosses had her tied to a to a desk and were taking turns in
fucking her.  From the sounds coming from the board room she was
enjoying it all as much as they were!!  The office is a meeting point
for several of the masters from the bondage club.  Kathy and I often
find ourselves tied up for their enjoyment. There's hardly a day goes
by when we don't find ourselves tied up to be  well and truly fucked.
Its a great job!!  I've already had a good seeing to myself today.
I've been fucked in the face and ass as well as  in the cunt..  You'll
be joining us now, so you'll have to get used to being always ready.
They'll fuck you in full view of each other, so get ready for multiple
pricks and multiple orgasms."

She reached into the bag and  pulled out a rubber face mask.  "He
wants you to wear this for him. You should find this interesting."

She unzipped the back of the hood and pulled it over my head.  There
was a short, fat  rubber dildo sticking out inside it which she pushed
into my mouth and then re-zipped it.  The mask was shaped to fit my
head and could have been made just for me, it fit so well.  It had
soft foam inside it which pressed onto my eyes and it had holes under
my nostrils to allow me to breath, which was a good job, as my mouth
was well stuffed.  The ear pieces were padded, too, so I was blind,
deaf and dumb!!! I was now dependent upon  Sarah for guidance.  She
took my hand and led me forward.  She turned me into the down stairs
loo. "You'd better avail yourself of the toilet before we go any
further.  From what I understand, you'll be to tied up for the rest of
the day so  avail yourself of the amenities now, unless you want to be
pissing whilst you're all tied up.  You'll not always have the choice.
One of the things they like to make us do is to go as long as we can
with a full bladder, then they will do every thing they can to make
you piss, but you have to try not to, because they will punish you if
you loose control."  

I sat on the toilet bowl and proceeded to relieve myself.  It was a
new experience to perform my ablutions whilst in bondage and blind
folded.  Sarah played with my breasts whilst I did so, tweaking at my
nipples to make them stand out. I reached out and found that she was
standing right in front of me.  I could feel the rubber of her dance
pants under my hands.  I ran my hand across her stomach and down
between her legs to  confirm my suspicions that there was a dildo in
side the crotch.  I felt the hard nub of its head.  It was vibrating
gently.  The lucky bitch.  she was obviously well taken care of,
whilst poor old me, I was having to do without. Still, from what Sarah
had said, this would soon be taken care of.  I wondered whether Frank
would be alone when he came home for lunch, or would he bring one of
his business associates to help to initiate me into my new role as a
sex slave.

I finished pissing.  Sarah tore of some soft toilet tissue and wiped
me dry.  I had never had anyone do that for me before!  As she dried
me she made a point of tweaking my clit, to keep me interested. She
led me from the toilet into the bedroom where she sat me down on the
edge of the bed.  She then tied a piece of rope around the base of my
breasts wrapping it around the base of each two or three times pulling
each loop tight forcing my tits into hard cones.  She then took a loop
around the juncture of the tie between my breasts which pulled my
breasts towards each other.  From this tie point she took a loop
around the back of my neck and back down where she had started.  She
then continued down to my waist where she wrapped it around me for
three turns, again pulling it tight enough so that I could feel the
stricture.  Having completed this she ran a length of what was
obviously a long rope, down across my stomach.  She urged me to stand
so that she could run this loop between my legs and back up to the
waist tie at the back. she pulled this loop tight so that it buried
itself deep into the cleft of my cunt and anus.   She proceeded to tie
my wrists together with this loop, pulling my hands into the cleft of
my bum.  She again ran the loop back between my legs and to the waist
tie at the front, and then back again, so that I now had three loops
dividing my cunt.  This time she took the rope upto my upper arms and
tied these together pulling my shoulders hard back in doing so. She
then stood me up,  turned me round and then pushed me face down onto
the bed.  She then took the last bit of rope and wrapped it around the
centre of the spreader bar and pulled it tight so that my legs were
bent into my body.  

Sarah now had me in a tight hog-tie lying on the bed face down.  The
fact that she had run the linking rope from the centre of the ankle
spreader bar to the upper arm tie meant that my body arched backwards
slightly, lifting my knees and shoulders up from the bed.  My nipples
were extra sensitive because of the rope around the base of my
breasts. In this position they lightly touched the rough cotton of the
bedspread.  I found that if I moved slightly the rough cotton rubbed
against my nipples and sent a tingling sensation through my body.  I
also found that if I wriggled my wrists that the rope between my legs
rubbed against my clit.  All in all, despite being alone, I was able
to keep myself amused!

With the loss of external senses of sight and sound I was unable to
keep track of time, but time was irrelevant.  I knew that soon enough
Frank would come home and it would then be time for his pleasure.  Now
was a time for mine.  The pinus gag was the only thing which detracted
from my enjoyment.  I had never been gagged before last night, and
that was only temporary and I had control of how long I was gagged
for. Now I was no longer in control.  The  rubber filled my mouth,
keeping it open around its hardness. I found that I had to consciously
swallow the saliva formed, and this was not the easiest thing in the
world to do with my mouth open.  The natural tendency when swallowing
is to close the mouth.  Swallowing with my mouth forced open reminded
me a little of the dentist!  So much of my conscious thought was taken
up with this new sensation.  Allied with this were my  mastorbatory
actions. Together these different sensations combined to give me a
newly awakened awareness of my body.  

I was so lost in these sensations that I had forgotten Sarah!
However she had not forgotten me.     The bed dipped as she sat down
on the edge.  I could tell it was Sarah because of her perfume, which
was now subtly blended with the smell of sex, both her’s and mine.
Last night I had wondered what it would be like to have another woman
make love to me.  Now I was about to begin to find out.  She tipped me
over on to my side so that she had access to the front of my body.
The ankle spreader caused one leg to be high in the air, whilst the
other lay on the bed.  Sarah must have had a delightful eye full of my
cuntal split, divided as it was by the rope which I could feel buried
deep into my slit. 

 I felt her tongue on the upper surface of my left breast which as I
was now lying on me right side, was the upper one.  The hot,  wet feel
of her tongue gave me a momentary shock.  Her hand circled the base of
my breast over the rope binding and squeezed gently as her tongue
glided down the surface of my breast.  Because of the rope binding the
surface skin of my breast was stretched tight and was now very
sensitive.  I could feel her tongue with every fibre of my body.  Her
tongue slid along the surface of my breast  until it reached my
elongated nipple.  She flicked her tongue over my nipple and I felt
the shock right through my body.  The ropes tightened as I shuddered
against their restraint. I spasmed with a sudden, unexpected climax.
My whole body arched even tighter as I came.  With my legs held apart
as they were I could not hold the wetness in my body and I could feel
the soft liquid oozing around the ropes which blocked the entrance to
my cunt.

As she sucked my nipple into the hot, warm depth of her mouth,
pleasuring me still further, her hand found my wet secret place, the
entrance of which was partly blocked to her by the rope which was now
pulled tight between my pussy lips.  She slid a finger in past the
rope and into the wet, clingy softness, whilst her thumb tickled
against the point of my clit, which she had so carefully positioned
between the ropes so that it stood out awaiting her administrations.
I spasmed again at this very intimate touch.  I was beginning to
realise how much more arousal was available to me now than I could
ever have dreamed of.  If any one had said to me before hand that
bondage would have had this effect on me I would have laughed.  Now,
as an initiate, I knew differently.  The bondage had some how centred
my physical and emotional needs together into a super sensitive whole.

She sucked at my breasts for a little while, alternating between the
two, all the while continuing to minister to my clit and pussy with
her fingers.  I seemed to be in constant state of climax.   Then her
lips left my breasts and her hand moved away from between my legs.  I
felt totally bereft, unable to articulate my desire for her to
continue because of the face mask and gag.  However I strained against
my bonds, trying to show her that I wanted her to continue.   

Her hand was  again on my breast, pulling at my nipple to elongate it.
Suddenly an exquisite pain lanced through my body, centred on my
nipple.  Something was gripping it very tightly.  I realised that she
had clamped my nipple with something, probably one of the nipples
clamps that she had been wearing when she arrived.  Her carriage at
that time had not indicated to me the severity of the sensation that
their application would have.  Now though I knew for myself.  I had
tried to scream, involuntarily when she had applied the wicked device,
but all that had got passed the gag was a heavy grunt.   She attacked
the other breast in the same way.    I felt like my whole being was
centred on those two points of exquisite pain!!   

In compensation for the pain, Sarah touched my clit with the hard
point of a vibrator.  The unexpectedness of this again had me reacting
in a way much greater than would have been the case if I had  received
warning of its application through my sight.  However, blinded as I
was by the head mask I had received no warning of either assault on my
body, neither the painful nor the pleasurable.  These two feelings
warred against each other to get my attention.  Slowly, the
pleasurable won over the painful, turning the pain into an extension
of the pleasure.   I again found that my body was spasming from yet
another climax which racked my abused body from head to toes.  I
wondered if it would never end, I hoped not.  Thank God she had
decided to mitigate the torture she had applied to my breasts with the
more exquisite  “torture” that she had applied to my clitoris.  It
was torture because I had no control over it, I could neither
encourage nor discourage her from her ministrations.  It was exquisite
because it had my pleasure centre throbbing with ecstasy.  I could
feel the liquid seepage of my cum trickling down my thigh onto the
bed.  No sooner had I become aware of this than Sarah’s tongue
started to lap at it, her tongue tickled as it moved over my skin
moving inexorably towards the apex of my thighs, towards the soft,
liquid centre of what was now my total existence.  Her tongue joined
the tip of the vibrator and lapped at the hardened bud of my female
sexuality.  The additional assault on this by now super sensitive
organ caused me to explode into a cum spurting orgasm.  I could feel
it jetting out from between  my legs.  Sarah’s ministrations stopped
abruptly.  I felt the bed move as she backed away of the bed.  I was
left alone to come down from the clouds where my earth shattering
orgasm had thrown me.  

My orgasmic throws gentled until I was lying exhausted on the bed.  I
could feel my nipples now as a dull throb of sensation.  I wondered
where Sarah had gone.  I wondered if she had left and returned to the
office or whether she was in fact sitting on one of the two armchairs
which sat in the window alcove.   I hoped she had not deserted me.
Secured as I was with no hearing and blinded I did not relish the idea
that I might now be on my own!  Gagged  as I still was, I could not
even ask her to speak to me. I hoped fervently that she was still in
the room, keeping an eye on me to make sure that I was OK.

I lay there for some little while, waiting for something to happen.  I
had never been very patient.  Now I was forced into it.  I wriggled
from time to time, trying to keep comfortable, or as comfortable as
the restrictions of the bondage would allow.  I wished Sarah would
remove the gag.  Everything else was OK, even the nipple clamps, but
the gag frightened me.  What if I were to choke on my saliva?  As I
considered this possibility, I became more and more restless, hoping
by my movements to attract Sarah’s attention if she was still in fact
in the room.

It was as if my thoughts were parent to here actions because just at
this very moment when I became frighteningly aware of the gag,
Sarah’s hands were on my head unfastening the mask and removing it.
I blinked as the light from the window hit my eyes.  Then Sarah
blocked out the light as she leaned forward and gave me a most
thorough kiss.  I found myself responding without thought of the
unusual nature of sharing the kind of kiss with her that I had
previously only shared with Frank.  Her tongue was playing in my mouth
just as his did when his prick was hard and he was wanting to fuck me
and I found that my reaction was just the same, I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to feel a rock hard prick driving into my body.  Sarah had
given me a lot of pleasure and I had climaxed several times in
glorious fashion but I was still unfulfilled.  I still wanted a prick,
any one’s prick would do at this moment, but Frank’s would be best;
it already knew my cunt so well.

Sarah straightened, sat down on the bed beside me.

“Now, tell me all about last night, every detail.  I want to know
what he did, where he did it, what you felt and don’t hold back
anything.”

So I told her everything.  I told her how he’d tied my hands behind
my back with his necktie.  I told her how he’d tied me to the table
and fucked me with the handles from the skipping rope.  I told her how
he’d smacked my bum.  I told her how he’d fucked my cunt and face
while I was tied to the table.  I told her how he’d made me kneel
under the table while he ate his meal and how I’d sucked him off
while he’d eaten. I told her how he’s tied me up in the living room
in front of the TV, made me watch a bondage movie in which I now knew
she had taken part.  How he had fucked me in the cunt and ass while we
watched the movie.  I told her how he’d tied me up again after I had
showered and how he had fucked me again.  And I told her that I had
loved every minute of it!!!   All this while I lay on the bed in front
of her, tied up in a hog-tie that now seemed almost natural to me.  I
found that I was getting excited again as I described everything that
had happened to me in great detail. Sarah and I had know each other
for a long time had shared our adolescent years, had our first
period’s together, had double dated, had shared all our experiences
todate, apart from Sarah’s trip into bondage, which she had for some
reason kept secret from me.

Sarah grinned at me.

“I told Frank you’d make an ideal slave.  He didn’t believe me.  He
thought you were too pure and innocent.  I told him that it was the
pure and innocent that got off best when tied up.  It allows you to
drop your shields and to be the real you, know what I mean.  I’ve
always known you were a hot sexy woman, it just needed the right man,
and Frank’s the right man for you, and the right woman, that’s me,
to bring out the best in you.  Now we are going to share you.
Frank’s invited me to move in with you both, if you agree, so that we
can really go to town!  I can tie you up and you can tie me up and
Frank can fuck us both! How about it?”

“First,” I said, “tell me why you kept this secret from me for all
these month’s.  We’ve always shared everything.  You’re my best
friend and I thought we had no secrets and now you tell me that
you’ve been a secret bondage freak for months without telling me!”

“I didn’t tell you at first because I was shy.  I thought you would
call me a freak.  Then I couldn’t tell you because you were still a
virgin and my masters said that only non-virgins could be initiated
into the club.  Now you and Frank have been married for 3 months, it
was time to test you to see if you were ready.  So last night
happened, and you loved it just as I knew you would.  Now you can
become a member of  the club with me and Frank. Now you have tasted of
the ecstasy you are ready.”

“ You could have told me, you know, I wouldn’t have laughed or
anything.  You know I always wanted to be like you, able to respond
sexually without inhibitions.  Now you must tell me about your first
time like this” 

Well I was going with Ted at the time and I was getting bored with
him.  He took me to this new club he’d found.  He said he thought I
might find it interesting.  It was called “The Domino”.  When we got
inside I was amazed.  All the waitresses and floor hostesses wore
neck collars, arm bands, wrist bands, thigh bands and ankle bands made
of leather.  They all wore very short black skirts and white, see
through blouses. Some wore panties, but most didn’t. Those that did
were red rubber pants with cut outs through which their fannies stuck
out!  When they bent over the tables to deliver drinks or  collect
empty glasses they made a point of keeping their legs straight and
bent forward from the waist in such a way as to ensure that their
short skirts rode up above the round cheeks of their backsides to
clearly show every one near enough to see whether or not they were
wearing panties. 

Only a few  of them wore bra and those that did were shiny black
rubber with holes through which their nipples protruded.  Most of the
hostesses had pierced nipples including all the girls who wore the
rubber bra.  Some wore studs through them but there were several who
sported gold rings with linking chains.  There were even two with
padlocks hanging from their nipple rings! 

 In the centre of the room, hanging above the dance floor were two
gilded cages.  Inside each were two naked girls gyrating to the music.
They had nipple rings, belly button rings and rings through their
labia.  The amazing thing was that these girls were connected by light
chains running between them, attached to the opposite ring on their
partner! I tell you they had to be careful not to pull too hard on
those chains or they could have done them selves some serious damage.
I can tell you  they were often pulled tight between them with very
interesting results!  I felt quite under dressed I can tell you, and
under decorated with only simple ear rings.   

The bar men wore tight leather trousers, their chests naked.  They all
sported at least one nipple ring.

I found myself getting all hot again as she described the scene.  I
closed my eyes so that I could visualise it better.  The picture that
formed behind my eyelids was spectacular in its depravity.  In my
imagination the guys were all naked with rings through the end of
their cocks.  Well fair’s fair after all!

Sarah continued. “The walls were all decorated with painting of, well
let me describe them as damsels in distress.  There were pictures of
fair maidens from the middle ages strapped to rocks while dragons
breathed fire near by. There were science fiction style pictures of
scantily clad woman bound hand and foot being carried over the
shoulders of alien monsters.  And there were modern photographs of
nubile woman bound to posts, fastened into stocks and stretched out on
racks, dangling from mettle rings in dungeons lit only by the  red
from hot braziers.  All these woman were of course stark naked!”

“I looked around and found that all this sexual display was getting
me excited.  As I watched one of the waitresses bend over a table I
saw one of the men put his hand in-between her legs.  She put down the
glass she was about to lift, reached over to the far edge of the table
and gripped the edge with her hands, and let him feel her up.  I
watched as his fingers disappeared into her body and she made no
effort to stop him.  The two other guys sitting at the table each
cupped one of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and the
woman sitting on the far side of the table leaned forward to kiss the
waitress.  I looked around to see what the reaction of the other
guests was.  Every body ignored them!  I hoped there were no coppers
in.  I tell you something, though, I found out later that the guy with
his hand in the waitress’s cunt was the local chief superintendent of
police.  He was a founder member of the club along with the chief
justice.”  Sarah grinned.  “His wife was the woman kissing the
waitress.  She’s a great believer in what’s good for the gander’s
also good for the goose.  She’s a great lady.  Well preserved for her
age, she is too,  loves a good fucking and she makes one hell of a
noise when she cums.  Grant has to gag her to keep the noise level
down.”

“We spent the evening there. Ted introduced me to several of the
waitresses and some of the men.  That was where I was introduced to my
present boss.  He’s the super’s brother and was one of  the other
men at the table.  We sat at one of the tables near the back of the
club where we could see everything that was going on and we talked
about it.  That was when he told me that the club was a bondage club.
He told me that there were private rooms up stairs where members could
take their guests and indulge in their fantasies.  He told me that
all the photographs on display had been  taken in the private rooms.
The dungeon ones had been taken in the cellars which were a religious
duplicate of some dungeons that the super had seen in a Spanish
castle.  He had improved them by adding central heating for the
comfort of the members and had added electricity for lighting and to
power certain special devices that he had installed, but in every
other way they were true replicas of the Spanish Dungeons. I asked him
if he would like to take me to one of the private rooms.  He did, so
we did and I found I enjoyed it.”

She stopped talking.  “Come on, Sarah,” I said, “You can’t stop
there.  Its just getting interesting.  Please, please tell me what he
did.”

Sarah grinned.  “Impatient little thing aren’t you. Well you’re
going to have to learn to be patient now, my little slave.”

“When we got up to the room, which was quite large with a double bed
in the middle, he just had me take of my dress and shoes, “Sarah
obligingly continued. “I was wearing  that red dress. you know the
one, that makes my breast seem bigger than they are because of the
underwiring in the bust.  It also presents my tits on a platter as you
know.  I was only wearing suspenders and stockings with red panties
under the dress.  He told me not to bother taking them off but just to
lie down on the bed.  He tied me spread eagled with my wrists to the
top corners and my ankles to the bottom of the bed.  He knelt over me
and while I sucked his cock he played with my breasts and then my
cunt, just pushing my pants out of the way.  Some guys get off on
fucking you when you’re partly clothed, you know.  Ted’s one of
them.  He never let’s me get completely naked and there’s nothing he
likes better than taking me up an alleyway some where and just lifting
my dress and fucking me like that. He’s fucked me in store rooms off
busy corridors, in the toilet at the cinema, (I’ll tell you about
that later), in more than one lift, and in the corridor of a moving
train but none of these turned me one quite as much as being tied to a
bed in what was, after all, almost a public place.  I found that being
restricted like that was a great turn on. He eventually got round to
fucking me but not before I was begging him to finish me off.  I think
that’s the best thing about being tied up, it encourages the guys to
play around with us before they eventually do their bit and actually
get to the good old fashioned fucking.   Since then  we’ve progressed
to more adventurous bondage. And of course I took the job with super
Dick and his cronies so there’s never a dull day now, apart from that
time of the month.  That problem hasn’t changed much.  Though bondage
is still practical then its no fun for either party.  However, that’s
when I sometimes move over to the Dom side of things.  I may not be
able to receive sexual entry at that time, but I can still get off on
tying others up and am quite capable of using my mouth to good
advantage.”

Sarah decided that it was time now to get me ready for Frank so she
removed all the ropes releasing me from the ankle spreader and removed
the nipple clamps.  What a relief there removal brought to me.  Their
relentless pressure had made it impossible for me to forget about them
except when I was in the full flood of the orgasm Sarah had induced
with the vibrator