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Synopsis: First-person account of how a man\'s fantasy of being completely
bound & helpless to a beautiful woman comes true but leaves him in quite a
predicament. By the end of the first part of the story, he wonders if he has
made a big mistake.
100% Pure Bondage   Chapter 1



    I met her where she worked at a gentleman's club.  She was perhaps not the

most strikingly beautiful woman I had ever seen at first glance, but I believe

it was because she styled herself in a gothic manner, with a dark gloomy

appearance and what appeared to be a Cleopatra wig.

    She certainly had all the tools to be a real looker.  She had

a great body, tall with long strong shapely legs and well-proportioned breasts.

Her wig was straight and black, cut a little above her shoulders for those who

aren't familiar with the Cleopatra look.

    Consequently, her beauty did not fully strike me when I first met her,

but after talking to her awhile and looking into her eyes, she became more and

more beautiful to me as the evening went by. 

    She had a couple of tattoos. Nothing terribly gaudy, just a couple of
smaller

ones.  She did not have a naval ring, which I found a bit odd for a dancer

nowadays. She wore the typical G-string- black in color.  Not a thong which

covers a little more, but a true G-string with almost no material at all on

the backside.  Over this she wore a very short black skirt, not even going

down on her legs far enough to cover her asscheeks.  It was more of a teaser,

really, than a garment.  I suppose it provided just enough coverage that

you could not accuse her of not being dressed at all. 

    Of course, it came off and I could see her without it

now and then as she would go up periodically to the main stage and dance.

It was really there to make a guy wonder what was beneath, in the event that

he had forgotten from a few minutes earlier.

    Anyway, she and I talked, and I got a few lapdances from her, which she did

topless.  She ground her body into mine, making me

wish I had not worn such heavy jeans.  I wished that I had instead worn

thin dress pants or something similar so there would not be so much between

us as she performed her magic on my lap.  After each dance, after my erection

subsided, the blood would run back into my brain enough to attempt a little

more conversation. I have always been attracted to more than just looks in

a woman, and this lady was obviously very intelligent and perfectly capable

of engaging in intelligent conversation.

    I looked at her more and more as we spoke, and it occurred to me that she

would have to do very little with her dark, black-clad appearance to look

like a dominatrix.  Eventually I told her something to that effect, and

somehow or another the idea of her giving me a spanking came up in the

conversation.  She seemed to like the idea..not only where I was concerned,

but evidently she had run into some boyfriends over the years who she

said she would love to punish that way. 

    I told her that she was welcome to spank me, but that I was not the type of

subserviant "lifestyle" lover of fetish who would simply sit still and accept

a beating, especially if it got to hurting too much.  My fascination revolved

mostly around bondage, both being tied by a woman and tying women up. 

    If she was going to spank me..she had better restraing me first, I told
her.

    She said that putting me into bondage for the duration of my punishment

would be no problem for her.  At this point, we were just talking in a

hypothetical way, not really making concrete plans for such a kinky

interlude, but rather feeling one another out regarding the other's interests.

    As the night went on, I began to wonder if it was something she would truly

enjoy, because I knew I would like it.  I have played tie-up games before

with girlfriends who I had convinced to play, but most of them just

really were not into it, and only did it because they knew it turned me on,

...and it was evident when we would do 'activities'.  You can always tell

when somebody enjoys something or if they don't.

   Consequently, I never truly felt the loss of control

that is inherent when you play with another person who really is into

power-exchange as a fetish. 

   On the other hand, while it excited me that maybe finally I had met

somebody who was interested in the same things I was, I had no idea what

was in store for me at her hands because I didn't really know her.  The

other girlfriends who had played with me before had known me for months

or in some cases years before they ever tied me up..because at one time

I was a bit too shy to admit to a girl that I enjoyed it.

    I came back to where she worked one more time a couple of weeks later with

the full intention of bringing her attention to the subject again.

    I told her I would be interested in seeing her away from the club

in a quieter environment where we might pursue the interests we had. 

    This would either get her to put up or shut up.  I bought a couple of

dances from her and we talked some more. (I remembered the thin dress slacks

this time)  She said she would enjoy a meeting with me for such activity. Now

I still was not convinced because dancers have a way of playing to your

desires and wishes and then leaving you high and dry. So I asked her when,

to insure that she wasn't leading me on. At this point I was of the belief

that too much evasiveness on a when and where should be construed as

an unwillingness to actually go through with it. Still, I figured that all

girls, even dancers, must all play with somebody!  The way I saw it, that

somebody may as well be me.

   She did not seem to be at all interested in being submissive to me, which

was fine...the world is full of female submissives...very few truly dominant

women exist, however, as there seem to be few male submissives. 

    I explained to her that I really was not into "voluntary submission".  I

wanted to be forced into bondage, forced into being punished, etc.  She

seemed to like this idea, but it did not occur to me how I would wind up

under her control..we never really discussed that.  In my mind, if I give

control freely to a woman, then it is not really the same as if I am

tricked or coerced into being controlled.  But when we talked that second

time, our conversation never really got into how control would be

transferred from me to her. 

    She was a very solidly-built girl, not

petite in the least, although not a giantess either.  She

was about 5 feet, 8 inches and not skinny. She had plenty of muscular

definition in her legs and arms..so if she had found herself in an

altercation with another female, she would probably fare well against most

of them.  However, men are just so much stronger than women, and although

I am only average in strength as far as men go, I am probably at least

twice as strong as she is.  She would not be able to physically subdue me

without some equalizing method being utilized.

    I decided that the first thing to worry about was to see if a

meeting with her was really possible.  I asked her if she was serious, and she

told me that she was, but that I was not to expect sex from her...only a

little play..and that we would probably need to talk some more when we were

alone so she would feel more comfortable being around me away from the club.

    She told me that she got off at 3 a.m. and to be outside in my car at that

time.  She asked what kind of car I was in and I told her I was actually in

a truck, which I described to her.  I went out about

ten till 3 and waited.  I still thought she would pull some trick on me and

not show up, as it would have been possible for her to leave on the other

side of the building and I would have never seen her. But true to her word,

she came out and went to the passenger's door of my truck, which I already had

unlocked.  I promptly leaned over and opened the door.  She said that I

needed to follow her in her car

    She told me she was in a black Honda, which she pointed to.  So she got in

her car and I followed her about 10 miles to her condo. I can't say how much

excitement I was feeling on the drive to her place.  I was nearly shaking

with the thought of what might happen.

    We got to the parking lot, and I had to park my truck in the grass next to

a dumpster because parking was very limited.  I parked and got out, locking the
truck.

I walked over to her car where she was getting out, carrying a large leather

purse.  She had a 2-story townhouse type of condo, which we entered from a

door in front.  It was surprisingly well-furnished, in a Victorian theme

rather than anything modern, as I would have expected from a young exotic

dancer.  She obviously had good taste, and the more I thought of it, the

more I realized it fitted her personality.  She had not been like a lot of

the other girls in that she did not have a foul mouth, she was not drinking

or doing drugs, and she seemed to have a dignified way about her, even in

the environment of the club.  Now that I looked around, I could see that the

furnishings of the condo were really consistent with the rest of her.  If I

had not known better, I would have thought I was in the home of a young

professional woman from an office environment.

   The only thing about her that did not match was the dark makeup & tattoos,
but I

noticed even then that her tattoos were in inconspicuous places, such as her

lower back, inside her ankle, and on the back of her shoulder...all easily

hidable if she desired.  And by this point she was

dressed differently.  She wore a black skirt almost to the knee with a blue
silk

top, not tucked in.  She had changed from the incredibly high heels she had

been wearing for a set of 2 or maybe 3 inch heels which were sexy but not

overtly-sexual. On her legs were black hose or maybe stockings, I could not
tell.

    Again I compare her to a young professional woman in the way

that she was dressed.  While not librarian-like that it covered up all of her,

it was certainly not stripper-attire. 

    She smiled and offered me a drink after we got inside.  She pointed to the

sofa and told me to have a seat, which I did.  She asked what I liked and

said that she had some Corona, but that was all the beer she had, or she

had some wine, wine coolers, or a bottle of whiskey.  I said

the Corona would be great, and she returned shortly with one in her right

hand, and a wine cooler of some berry flavor in the other for herself.   

    She sat down on the sofa next to me..not really too close, but not all the

way on the other side either.  She sipped at her wine cooler and we sort of

looked at each other for a couple of minutes and grinned without saying much.

    Finally I spoke, and when I did I was rather to the point and simply

asked how we should proceed with something like this.  I asked her if

there was anything she wanted to talk about now that we were alone regarding

all that we had discussed in the club.

    She grinned again, set her drink down on the coffee table and told me she

did not know a better way to approach the situation than just to begin.

    She got up and took my hand, getting me up.  She took my drink and set it

down next to hers and turned, still holding my hand, and began to walk

toward the stairs. I could feel the anticipation building all over my body.

Suddenly she became more beautiful than I ever thought she could be, as

I looked at her backside going up the stairs in front of me.  Even in the

more conservative skirt and top, her top-notch body was alluring. She had

at some point donned either pantyhose or stockings, which I could plainly

see when I looked down below her skirt at the backs of her legs. I was hoping

they were stockings, as they are far more sexy for some reason than pantyhose.

To my surprise, when we reached the top of the steps, we were in her bedroom,

as it turned out the top part of the condo was a loft, with a bathroom and

a closet on the back wall.  The front wall was a half-wall and formed

a balcony over the main room. Right in

front of me was a bed, neatly made, and her other furniture. A low dresser

with a mirror and a backless chair in front of it was on the other side of

the bed, and a wicker chair was opposite this on the right-hand wall in the

corner.

    Hardly a dungeon-like room...and not gothic in the least, was the first
thing

that hit me...almost as a disappointment.  She had told me that she really

found the idea of spanking a man to be a turn-on..so part of me thought she

may have some kind of special facility for it.  She turned around when we

got up there and I told her she had nice taste in furniture...actually

meaning it, but really just saying it to break the silence.  She thanked me

for the compliment and then surprisingly she put her hands on my shoulders

and looked me in the face, with a serious expression.

    She said that she understood that I was not a willing submissive, but that

she would need me to make one concession for her if anything was to work out,

mainly because she knew I was here to play just like she was...and she said

that to gain power over me I would need to give her 5 seconds to do whatever

she said.  This sounded fun and interesting.  She said that if I wanted to

resist, to do so only after she had counted to five.

  With that she left me standing there for a moment and bent down to get

something from under her bed.  It was a box which she opened on the bed. She

stood between me and the box so I could not see what all was in it.  She

put the top back on the box, which looked like it might have been for shoes

or maybe hats. She turned around and I could see the familiar reflection of

nickel-plating on a pair of handcuffs she held in her hand. I tried to see

them a little better, as I consider myself a little bit of an expert on

restraints, but she had them folded over in her hands and I could

only see parts of them. 

   Then she told me something that I found alluring and almost disturbing at
the

same time..that if I wanted to turn back, to do it now before she put

these on me and she was in control.  As she said this, she had a devlish grin

on her face that I found strangely reassuring.  When somebody has physical

control over you and you are helpless to them, you want to trust them. My

instincts thus far had not led me to believe there was much to worry about

with her, but the fact that she had said that about turning back now kind of

had me a little worried.  It brought up doubts about letting her do it, if

only for an instant. 

    The fact was, I was more excited standing here in her

room than I had been in years, and I was not about to turn back now. Call it

a classic instance of a man thinking with his little head.

    I did not say anything, but instead I offered her my hands, held out in
front

of me.  I said "OK, you have 5 seconds".

    She grinned again and ratcheted one of the cuffs on my right wrist,

causing my heart to pound with excitement.  I looked upwards at the ceiling

as my eyes kind of rolled back in my head momentarily and I almost grinned.

Then she moved around behind me quickly as she counted, holding my right wrist

and bringing it behind my back. Then she pulled back on the bicep of my left
arm, bringing my

elbow and my left hand behind my back.  I was very excited at this

point in knowing that she was going to cuff me behind my back, as this was a

sign that she was truly into me being helpless...let's face it, if she cuffed

me in front, I could still overpower her with relative ease. As she reached 5

both of my hands were behind my back in the handcuffs.

    Something that occurred to me was that she had turned my hands where

my palms were facing outward. I was never in law-enforcement, but I had read

the manual that came with a pair of handcuffs that I had bought once. 

    It told how to place the subject's hands, palms outward, to prevent the
person

from being able to attempt to pick the lock.  In fact, in this position, the
person

would have a tough time unlocking the cuffs even with a key. 

   This was the point of no return, so to speak...It would

be very difficult at this point to overpower her, I knew. 

She was still behind me, holding my hands in the shackles when she leaned up

into my ear and said "OK, you can resist now".

    I smiled and went to feel out the limits of the handcuffs when I realized
that

they would not twist. I could only get very limited movement from them.

    Being a bondage enthusiast, it was evident to me that she had used hinged
cuffs

rather than the traditional type with 2 or 3 chain links between the cuffs.

Hinged handcuffs are primarily used by law enforcement on especially strong

or violent subjects, and were not typically the type purchased at a novelty

store by people only mildly interested in bondage. This was serious hardware

and realizing it both made me excited and gave me a sense of near-panic all

at once.  She told me to wait one second and I felt her doing something which

I thought I recognized...She was double-locking the handcuffs so they would not

tighten up on me.

   I didn't say anything, but instead watched as she began to undo my

belt buckle.  She was still behind me, reaching around to the front to do

the task. As she did so, I could feel her body rubbing up behind mine. She

pressed herself, most likely on purpose, right into my cuffed hands, which

were angled opposite each other outwards to my right and left, the hinges

not allowing me to really turn my wrists toward her and do any grabbing or

groping, but nevertheless I could feel the front of her body on the backs

of my thumbs. 

    She pulled my belt through the loops and off and I heard it drop to the

floor behind me.

    Then she moved around in front of me and started undoing my zipper. I was

terribly excited and even though she had felt my erections before while she

had danced for me in my lap, she had never actually seen my cock. But that

was apparantly not what she was going for right away, as she only took my

trousers down. I was down to a thin silky pair of dark blue boxers now,

at least on my bottom half. My button-up oxford shirt was still on as well,

along with my shoes and socks.

    The trousers piled up around my ankles, and she

bent down in front of me, picking my feet up and out of the pants. While

she was down there, she unlaced my shoes and took them and my socks off.

Then she stood back up, and her brow furrowed for a moment, as if she

was not quite pleased with something.  I asked her what was wrong...and she

said that she had forgotten to do something, and she was staring at my shirt.

She said that she had forgotten to take off my shirt before cuffing me.

I kind of grinned and joked to her saying that she was just going to have to

uncuff me and hope for the best.

    She grinned back, then she turned around for a minute, dug around in the

box on her bed again, and brought out a piece of rope maybe 7-8 feet long.

She walked up to me again, and undid all the buttons on the front of my shirt.

Then she walked behind me and I could feel her undoing the buttons on the

sleeves near my wrists.  She pulled the shirt back and off, until it was

hanging only by my wrists over the cuffs. Before I knew what was

happenning, she had taken the rope and wrapped it around just above my elbows,

pulling them together to some extent.  She tugged on them a couple of times and

I felt my arms getting very strained.. I grunted a little bit. She ignored my

gutteral complaint and proceeded to tie away. I could feel her

looping rope in and out between my elbows, securing them a bit more with

each pass.  She said nothing, but at this point she almost seemed in a

zone, like she had a job to do and was resolved to get it done. 

   I figured out quickly the reason for the elbow-tie. I knew that to get my

shirt off without tearing it all to pieces, she would need to undo one of

my hands from the handcuffs.  Tying my elbows still rendered me almost as

helpless, but would allow the shirt to come off since it was already off

down to my wrists.  I felt her using the key to undo the cuff on my left

wrist, and then I felt her pull the shirt off of that wrist, and then the

other, dragging the handcuffs still attached to my right wrist through the

sleeve of the shirt. 

   For some reason, as much as I was fascinated with this bondage play, I

decided it might be exciting to test my capabilities, with this moment of

relative freedom from the hinged handcuffs.  Besides, she had told me that

I could try to resist now.  So as the shirt sleeve came off, I jerked

away from her and began earnestly trying to get loose.  But I did not

realize just how limited I would be with my elbows tied together.  While I

could now move my arms forward, it was only my lower arms and my hands

would just barely reach my sides.  As I struggled and pulled, she kicked

me on the back of the right knee, causing it to buckle and I fell forward

face-first onto the bed. 

    She pounced on my back instantly, putting all

of her 125-130lbs directly onto my lower back.  She quickly pulled the loose

handcuff toward her with my right wrist attached to the other side of it.

She grabbed my hand and put pressure on it where there was serious

discomfort in my wrist to the point I thought it might snap.  She leaned

down and asked in a nice voice for my other wrist, which I quickly

pulled from under my side and gave to her.  After turning my palm

facing out, she once again clicked the handcuff in place.  She took

a moment to find the key, then double locked the cuff again. With

that she gave my ass a hard smack on each side with each of her hands.

    Now I was beginning to feel helpless, especially with my elbows and

wrists bound tightly behind me and with her weight on my back. Most of me

was on the bed, with my legs hanging off below my knees.  She was

straddling my butt and holding my cuffed wrist up close to her crotch.

    She then proclaimed that there would be no further chances to escape from

this point onward, that I should prepare for the bondage of my life. I

tried to squirm in protest, but with her on top of me it was a bit futile.

My head was lying right next to the box on the bed, which she had closed.

   She got off of me and pulled on my legs, pulling my knees off the bed and

onto the floor.

   The top part of my body was on the bed still, face-down, and my knees were

on the floor.  So I was effectively bent over the bed at this point wearing

boxers, socks, rope and handcuffs...hinged handcuffs.

   She straddled my back again..this time up further where her crotch 

was resting right on my wrists.  She was still fully dressed in her skirt

and top, and even her heels, but as I looked back I could see that the

skirt had ridden up when she straddled me.  It was now almost around her

waist. I could see out of the corner of my eye where she was indeed wearing

stockings rather than pantyhose, and to my delight I could see the

vertical line of a garter attached to the top of the stocking. 

    I then heard her opening the box again, and I turned my head over where

I could see her getting more rope out of it.  This time there was a lot more

rope which she pulled out in big wads.  I could see her laying it

on the bed to my left, out of my field of sight.  I don't know how much

there was, but it was several coiled-up handfulls.  Then she pulled something

else out of the box which I didn't see very well. It too was placed to our

left on the other side of the box where I could not see it.

    She tugged on the ropes between my elbows, which were beginning to make

their presence known from a (dis)comfort standpoint.  It had been about 5

minutes since she tied my elbows within just a few inches of each other

and they had not moved apart since.  And now my hands were cuffed closely

together again and all of it was putting a strain on my chest and arms.

I noticed that I was having to concentrate a bit more on breathing than

before, probably due to the brief struggle. 

   I felt her weight lift from me and I then felt her pick my left foot up

off the floor and cross my ankles.  I then felt her looping rope around my

ankles, which seemed to take her a good while, going around the ankles,

then between them, then around again, then I could feel her pulling it all

very snug and I could feel her tying knots..several of them judging by the

time it took her.  Tugging on my ankles I could get no movement.

   I looked as far back as I could towards her while she finished tying my

feet and said "Wow, you really are into making a guy feel helpless, aren't

you?  At this point, I was tied up more securely than by any other

girlfriend in my life.  I'd had my hands and feet tied before, but I

do not think there was ever a time I truly could not have gotten away if

I had really needed to.  At this point I really could do very little. The

hinged handcuffs offered so little mobility that it would have been

nearly impossible to pick the knots on my legs, much less the knots on my

elbows.

   But to my surprise she was not finished.  She took another rope,

looped it through the ropes on my ankles, and used it as a handle to

pull my entire bottom half off the floor and onto the bed. My head at this

point was aimed to the headboard.  She quickly took the rope she had

attached to my feet and proceeded to use the loose ends of it to attach

to my cuffed wrists, pulling the rope up around the hinges, and back down

where she tightened it up, leaving only about 4-5 inches between my ankles

and wrists. 

   Then she tied the knot back on the other side of my feet

where there was no chance I could undo it with my fingers.  I had never been so

helpless in my life.  Before she did this maneuver, I could have

maybe hopped someplace...now that ability was taken from me.

She then said "don't go anywhere.. I want to get a little more comfortable"

With that she got off the bed where I was, hogtied like a rodeo critter,

and moved over toward the dresser.  I saw her turn from me towards the

mirror, and she began to undo the buttons on her blouse.  Soon she had it

off and was down to a black lace bra which showed plenty of her ample

breasts, which I could see in the mirror.  She rubbed her breasts firmly

and arched her head back, breathing in deeply, looking back on the bed where

I was to make sure I saw her.  Then her hands moved down to her skirt,

moving around the waistband of it to the back where it unzipped. 

She found the zipper and pulled down on it, loosening it up until it came off,

revealing a sexy black thong which matched her bra, and a matching garter belt,

attached to her stockings.

    She had a marvelous backside, with a great

ass which actually looked better with the slightly more coverage

afforded by the thong as opposed to the G-strings she usually wore in

the club.  The thong was more flattering to her figure, maybe..I don't

know, but I liked it better.

    Of course my first instinct was to run

over there and grab her ass in my hands and give her a full-body

massage, but there I lay, on her bed with my hands and feet completely

and totally useless.  I moaned out "wow" at the sight of her in her

lingerie, and she looked around at me over her shoulder and grinned...

something I can never forget which tops the list of the sexiest things

I have ever witnessed.  Then she removed her wig and revealed her natural

hair, which was a dark brown, maybe a little shorter than the wig but not

much.  She had it 'tied up' behind her head and she let it down to its

full length. I actually liked her natural hair better, especially when she

tossed it a few times and pulled it back over her ears.

    I began to try to fidget with my fingers, and could

feel the rope tying my ankles to my wrists. I was picking and prodding at

it as she was smoothing out her stockings with one foot up on the chair.

She looked over and smiled and walked over to the bed again.  She said,

"I think you are pretty well immobilized, but I hate to see you

trying to pick yourself free, so we need to do something about those

prying fingers".

    With that she went again into her box, and brought out a

pair of thumbcuffs, which she proudly displayed a few inches in front of

my face before disappearing behind me to lock my thumbs together! Now I

was beyond myself...While I was still very aroused to be so helpless

to this woman, it was at this point that I truly felt that the bondage

was inescapable, even though it probably was long before the thumbcuffs.

    I knew that without help I would never get loose.  Now there was not

even the possibility of picking up a knife or a handcuff key (even

though with hinged cuffs, a key is all but impossible to use by the

wearer). 

    Still, it hit home that this woman was in total control, and

along with the excitement came a type of fear.

    So it was there that I asked her if she could maybe undo a little of the

bondage..that I was starting to feel a bit cramped up (which I am sure was

the idea).  She smiled and told me that I should have thought of that

before I gave up control and let her put the handcuffs on me.  She said

in a reassuring voice that she was not going to hurt me permanently, but

that she was going to get her pleasure in making me her prisoner, and that

she had to get ready in the bathroom where she could not watch me for awhile.

   She did not want me to have the slightest chance for escape while she

was in there,and not only that..she did not want me to even have any hope

for it, which was why she went to such extremes with my bondage. 

   With that, she grabbed a piece of thin rope from the box and tied my big

toes together!  This was certainly just something to emphasize the

hopelessness of my situation, but it actually took away the vast majority

of the freedom I still had to move.

   I did my best to move but a small wiggle was about all I could manage at

this point. The steel of the handcuffs was beginning to bite into my

hands a little, and I told her about it.  She said that she would give me some

relief from that when she finished getting ready. 

   I asked her what she needed to do to get ready, and she said that she

wanted a shower..that she had been dancing all night,then she leaned in and

whispered that seeing me tied up like this had made her thong really wet,

and she felt the need to freshen up.

    She then went to the box one more time, saying that I needed to stop

asking so many questions..and she withdrew a leather strap with a ring on it..

    A ring gag! I had never seen one in person, but had seen them on the web.

The ring was about 2 inches in diameter.  She told me that

she would put a big ballgag in my mouth, but she didn't want me to

choke on my own saliva while she was in the shower, so this would have

to do. 

   She ordered me to open my mouth..which I did since I knew there

was no resisting her at this point.  She put the ring firmly behind my

teeth, pulling a small strap down under my chin and a big strap behind my

head.  She buckled it in place, then I saw her get a tiny lock from her

box of goodies.  I heard it click into place somewhere back behind my

head, and knew that it was not coming off.  She smiled at me and said

"Don't drool on my bed, now, or I will tie you tighter than I already

plan to". WHAT ?  Did she mean she was going to tie me up even more than

this??? I didn't try to say anything..at this point I was already trying

to keep the saliva in my mouth.

   With that she stood up, admired her work, and then noticed that she had

forgotten something... She got some more rope off the bed, then proceeded

to pull my knees together.  When she did this it put everything that

was already tight into even more of a strain.  She then started wrapping

my legs in rope slightly above my knees, joking that she couldn't believe

she almost accidentally left me some mobility.  My legs had been spread

slightly before at the knees, with my feet crossed, but this was

absolutely strenuous, and I am not the most limber guy you have ever met.

    She then walked over to her dresser and pulled out what appeared to be

lingerie from the drawer.  Then I watched her backside as she disappeared
around

the corner into the bathroom, closing the door behind her..not quite shut,

but almost. 

    I layed there hogtied, gagged, and in a great deal of discomfort, not able

to so much as budge.  She had really known more about bondage than she

had let on, and had quite a lot of equipment that a beginner would not own.

    I thought spanking may be her favorite activity from the way she talked,
but I'd

yet to even see that from her aside from a smack on my ass.  For 20 minutes or
more,

she had cuffed, roped, and gagged me to the point of complete, total
submission.

    My attempts to stop drooling failed almost immediately, as the ring gag

forced my mouth into an open position, with no way to keep saliva from coming
out,

especially considering my head was tilted downward toward the bed.  I

would try to inhale as much as I could to keep it from coming out, but

it was futile. I tried to turn my head to the right or left, but

whichever side I turned, it would come out the other corner of my

mouth. 

    She was in the shower a good ten minutes before I heard the water shut

off.  I could hear her moving the shower curtain aside and stepping

out. The door was cracked, and I could see light and shadows being

reflected off the walls as she dried off. She finally came out, wearing

only a white thong, much like the black one she had worn earlier.

I had seen her naked many times before at the club, but

it was better this time, maybe because I was in her private bedroom, on

her bed..even if I could do nothing to touch her at this point. 

    She looked over, grinned at me still laying there..it was a bit dark in

the room and I don't know if she could see the drool running down my

chin or not,but it was running onto her bedspread. In

light of what she told me, I was a bit worried about what punishment that

she may choose to inflict on me..  On the other hand, it was in

the back of my mind that if she hadn't wanted me to drool helplessly,

she would have found another way of gagging me.  Anybody who is

familiar with bondage knows that a ring gag is synonomous with drooling.

    I was laying on the bed, face down, grunting and trying to keep from

making such a big mess while she sat down facing away from me on the

chair.  She put on a white matching silk slip which covered very little of

her breasts, and then proceeded to put on a pair of white stockings.

    I don't know if she was wearing this because it was just her choice, or if

she had maybe heard me say at some point how much I liked stockings

and garters. When she was finished pulling up her stockings, she took

a garter belt from the dresser and stood, putting it on around

her waist over her thong. Then she proceeded to attach the garters to the

tops of her stockings, kind of slowly, taking her time to make sure I didn't
miss

anything. 

    Then she came over to the bed, and walked around kind of behind me where

I could not see her.  I felt her feeling of the restraints she had

applied, I presume she was checking to make sure I hadn't miraculously

loosened anything.  I told her, through the ring gag (which did little

to actually keep one from talking) that the handcuffs were really

biting into my arms.  She told me that they had done their job in

keeping me secure while she was showering.  With that, she loosened

the knot holding my feet and hands together.  Wow..what a relief

at that point.  Even though I was still tied very tightly, just

having my hands and feet more than 4 inches from each other made me

feel a lot freer than I felt just before.

    I gave a sigh of relief, and once I was un-hogtied, the handcuffs stopped

biting into my wrists like they had been doing for the past 20 or 30

minutes.  She walked around the bed to where I could see her..and she

looked really delicious.  I began to realize just how horny I had

become, and while I had always dreamed of being tied up this way, all

I wanted at this point was to find a way to get her bent over so I

could give it to her doggy style. 

    She then climbed onto the bed, commenting on the puddle of drool I had made

and stating that I would be paying for that.  She dug around in the box for

something and pulled out a wide strip of leather with chrome hardware on the
end.

The leather strip was about 2 inches wide and maybe not quite 2 feet long.

    I soon noticed it was a collar with metal studs all around it, and I knew

where it was going to be applied, so I was ready when she turned to me and

reached under my neck to loop it around.  It had D rings on

the front and back, and a buckle attached behind the head.  She then pulled

out another small padlock from the box and I heard it click into place

like the one she had put onto my gag earlier.

    She told me I would need the collar for later, and with that she got up

and walked around behind me again.  She untied the rope around my knees

and then from around my feet. Then I felt the string being removed from

my big toes.  I barely had time to relish my newfound

freedom when she told me to get up on my knees. 

    She told me to put my ass in the air.  I made a feeble attempt at

resistance at this point, to see if I could maneuver myself into a standing

position, but she countered by reaching between my legs with her hand and
grabbing

my balls through the thin material of the boxers.  She used her other hand

to guide my now-compliant body up into a position where I was still

face-down on the bed, but on my knees with my ass up.  She let go of

my balls at this point, and began to pull my boxers down. She pulled

them down as far as she could with me in this position and then gave

my ass a hard swat with her hand to establish who was in charge.

    She then pulled the boxers all the way off and pulled my legs apart,

grabbing my balls in her hands again.  I shifted around a bit at this but

she grabbed them more firmly and I decided to stay still.    

    I felt her reaching over once more into the box and getting something,

and then I felt my balls tighten up around the top as she looped what

looked like leather shoelaces around my balls, knotting them off and

making me quite uncomfortable to say the least. Now again, I had played a

little tie-up before but never with a woman who absolutely relished the idea of

bondage as she obviously did.  So this was a new experience for me to be sure.

    This was an activity I had fantasized about but never actually done.  It
was one

of those fantasies we have that on occasion might seem to be better left as a

fantasy.  Yet here I was, with a leather lace tied tightly around my ballsack.

    Then she proceeded to stand me back to my knees on the bed, and grabbed

another length of rope.  She doubled the rope and wrapped it around my waist,

twice, and then ran the two ends through the looped end in front, pulling

the ends back between my legs.  This was a longer rope and the ends were
probably

still 5 feet long.  She moved each crotch rope to one side of my cock and balls

and up past my hands to my tied elbows, cinching them firmly and tying them
off,

looping the ends around the knot a few times until there was no slack left.

I could not see all of this, just feel it, but I couldn't help but think it

must be fabulous ropework.

    The crotchrope dug upward into my flesh and it was nice and tight. She then

began to re-apply the ankle rope and quickly had my feet crossed over and tied

once again.  Then she told me to lay on my side and proceeded to tie

over and under my knees with one piece of long rope.  Now I was nearly as
helpless

as I was before, but with an added restraint- the leather lace on my cock,
which

I noticed had two long ends hanging free. 

    As I lay on my side I could see her a bit better but my back was to the box

on the bed, so when she leaned over me I could not see what she was getting
until

she brought it in front of me.  She did this and brought a small package- a

condom, before my face.  She opened it with her graceful fingers, then with

her hand she grabbed my hard cock, and applied the condom, rolling it down the

shaft all the way to the base.  "No more messes from you Buck-O" she said as
she

pointed to the small wet places of drool where I had been laying before.

    Speaking of that, the drool hadn't stopped...I wasn't running out of it

anytime soon obviously.  It was all down my chin and I had long since stopped

trying to keep it in my mouth.  For some reason, you can keep the drool from

occuring for a short while, but once it starts your lips are 'primed' and it

finally becomes impossible to impede the flow.

    She then rolled me over onto my stomach again, and I felt her pulling the

strings on my cock up between my legs.  Then she unlocked the handcuffs but
left

the thumbcuffs in place. "These are staying on, but we are going to get
something

softer for your wrists" she said as she picked up my wrists and began to wrap

rope around them, then between them, cinching them every couple of passes to
make

sure everything was nice and snug.  Then she made a knot and when she was
finished

there was really no more movement than there had been with the metal hinged
cuffs,

although I was somewhat relieved that the rope was a bit softer and, as of yet,

was not cutting into my flesh. 

    In reality, she seemed to be quite good at rope bondage and aside from the

typical strain on the muscles, the ropes were tied in such a manner that there

was little discomfort from the rope itself as it was applied accross a broad
area of

skin, rather than pulling at any one small part.  From what I had seen when I
was

laying on my side, the knots

were all applied on top of the rope, rather than where they could touch my
body.

I had read on the internet that this was the sign of good ropework so as not

to injure somebody.  This actually relieved me to some degree, because at this

point just knowing that she was using 'safe' methods meant that she intended me
no

harm. 

    Either way I was just along for whatever ride she had in store.  Especially

when she once more grabbed the cock leash she had made and tied it to the ropes

on my wrist, quite snugly I might add.  So now I not only had ropes running
thru

my crotch, but I had a lace wrapped tightly around my balls attached directly
to

my wrists, making it a bad idea to do too much resisting with my hands.  The
least

little tug created a very unique experience of discomfort.

    She then proceeded to pull my bound legs back up toward my back, and
pressed her

body firmly against them as she tied the ankle rope to the rope between my
upper arms.

When she let the pressure from her body off, the ropes held tautly and my
hogtied

status immediately became evident.  There was quite a bit of strain on my body
at

this point, because it was tighter than the first hogtie she had put me in. 
She had

not tightened it so much the first time, even though at the time I thought it
was

tight.  This tie not only made it harder to move, but made it harder to
breathe.

    I was in a bit of agony, and at the same time I was living a fantasy of
being

completely bound and gagged by a beautiful woman.  In a way I thought to myself
that

even if I run out of air, I will be dying happy.

    But she still was not finished.  She grabbed a leathery item from the box.
At

first I thought it was something for her to wear, but  when she removed the
ring gag and

quickly stuffed a big red ball into my mouth before I could readjust my jaw, I
knew

differently.  This ballgag was attached to a leather hood which laced up the
back. It

took her about 2-3 minutes to lace it up.  There were metal-ringed holes on the
bottom of the hood

which actually lined up with the rings on the collar she had put on me earlier.
Two small

padlocks were applied which secured this thing to my neck, not that it was in

danger of coming off anyway as it was laced tightly.  I couldn't see it yet,
but there

were snaps around the cutouts for my eyes where a blindfold attached.  Soon
this was

applied and I could no longer see my captor.

    I decided that now I was really screwed if I needed to talk because the
ballgag

completely filled my mouth and in addition was covered by the hood.  The strict

hog-tie made it difficult to breathe anyway and this only made it worse. I laid
very

still because I was afraid that I would be unable to inhale enough through my

nose if I did anything at all to tax my breathing.  Well, at least I wasn't
going to

drool out my mouth now...probably.

    It occurred to me at this juncture that she and I had never agreed on a
safeword!

Stupid!! I thought to myself after thinking about all I had read on internet
sites about

"Safe & Sane" bondage, but then realized that as effectively as I was gagged,

I probably would not have been able to use the word if we'd chosen one. This
also made me

ask myself if I would have used the safeword by now if we'd agreed on one.  The

answer was no...not yet anyway.  As helpless as I was, I was still enjoying
myself

even with the discomforts of strained limbs and a tight lace on my nuts.

    The next thing that happenned was something I completely did not expect
after

all that had happenned already.  I felt her hands on top of my hooded head,
fidgeting

with something.  Then I felt her hands touching my big toes.  Then I felt my
head

being firmly raised off the bed and tension forming between my head and my
toes! 

She was going to tighten the hog-tie even more by doing a head-toe tie!  Now I
was

really in a state of panic as an already tough breathing situation became
almost

impossible.  I groaned and grunted through my gag and hood but nothing much
came out.

It was not even a loud groaning or grunting.  Very muffled indeed. I felt her
take

the loose ends of the rope at my toes and continue to wrap them around my feet
up to

my ankles, virtually welding my feet together.  This took some of the strain
off my

toes as she did this, but most of the weight of my pulled-back head was still
being

chanelled through them. 

    I was completely and totally immobilized and could not move AT ALL, except
for

what wiggling I could do with my 8 uncuffed fingers and my 8 unbound toes.  I
tried

to reach up to my feet with my hands but that was a complete bust when I
reminded

myself painfully that my wrists and balls were connected tightly with the
shoelaces.

    She smacked my ass quite hard and chuckled a bit. "Now you are exactly as I
want

to see you..let me stand back and look..did I forget anything ?"  I tried with
little

success to shake my head no but the way I was trussed up I don't think it was
very

recognizable.

   "Oh, you know I put that collar on you for a reason, too..".  With that,

I felt her once more kneel onto the bed and over me to get something else out
of the

box.  She undid, temporarily, part of the blindfold as she moved around in
front of me

where I could see her.  She bent down, sexily, putting her breasts down near me
and

stuck her fine ass in the air a little.  She smiled and said "OK this is so you

REALLY won't run away".  She then held up a leash and attached it to a ring on
my collar,

which was raised up off the bed, making the ring easy to get to.  She put the
looped

handle of the leash up and over the bedpost on the bed.

   The leash was really just a gesture of bondage more than bondage itself.  If
I

could have budged at all (or even if I had been able to expend the precious
breath),

I could have probably maneuvered myself and broken the post in two.  But there
was no

budging, and very little breathing possible on my part.

    She then told me how tired she was, that she had been exerting herself all
evening

at the club, and how it was time for her to turn in.  She said she had a treat
for me

and asked me what part of her was my favorite.  She pointed to her breasts and
told me

to grunt once if she wanted me to keep going, or twice to stop.  I grunted once
and

she moved down to her feet...moving up her legs slowly...I grunted once and she
kept on

moving up to her hips and then turned around and stuck her ass in my face...I
grunted

twice because even though I liked all her parts, I was an ass man.  I really
didn't know

why she was asking...I was in a way afraid that the wrong answer could be the
end of me.

    She then grabbed the handle end of the leash from the bedpost and laid it
aside. 

"You must please forgive me- I promised you a good hard spanking but I think it
will need

to wait for tomorrow when I have more energy to punish you with."  She then
grabbed me by

the knees and drug me with all her might accross the bed where my head was
about in

the middle.

   Then she rolled me over onto my side..a very strenuous experience, where I
was laying on

the right side of the bed, facing towards the middle.  She took the rest of the

blindfold off and laid it on the night stand.

   "You snore even once and this goes back

on". 

    Snore ?

    Was I to sleep this way ? 

    Oh I really don't think that is going to be

possible...Panic crept back in..I really really for the first time wanted to be
free

at this point but what could I do?  I would have used a safeword here if I had
been so

equipped.  I could not speak intelligibly anyway and even if I could

would it make a difference?  I know I had always had this fantasy but could I
actually

spend several hours in this position, barely able to breathe and completely
unable to

move? The only really burning pain in my body at this point was the lace on my
balls.

The tension on my toes was a close second.

    I was really hoping that she would at least release those 2 things but she
didn't.

    She then took the end of the leash and re-attached it to the other bedpost

on the headboard.  Again it was there more for symbolic reasons than anything,
but

knowing that I couldn't even move enough to get it loose was a bit
demoralizing.

    Then she crawled onto the bed and laid down next to me.  Her mid-section
was right

about where my head was.  Then she told me good night and rolled over.  Her
beautiful

ass was right in front of my face, on her side which is probably my favorite

veiw of a woman.  I always love to see them from behind, laying on their

sides in the nude or in a thong as in this case. 

    I was in heaven..I was in hell.  My face was about 12 inches from where I
wanted to

be. I laid there and just stared at her body, looking at the graceful lines of
her

stockings and garters, all drawing my view right up to her gorgeous ass.  I
stared for

a few minutes when I realized that her breathing had changed and she was
asleep!

    How could she leave me in this strict bondage and sleep this way ?  I
really knew

I was in for a long night if she stayed asleep and kept me like this.  Should I
try

to wake her up?  Would she be angry and really hurt me?  It occurred to me that
I really

just did not know her very well and began to really regret my decision to let
this happen

to myself.  Even so, my cock was harder than I can ever remember it being
before.

    One thing was for sure...I was not going to go anywhere until she allowed
it to

happen.

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