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Bound for Pleasure
John J. Jones
I'm Jim. I'm 35 years old and no, I've never been married. I've
never
even come close. I won't say I've never been in love, because I
have.
I've just never found the one that I'd want to spend my life with
and to
be honest, I don't think any have ever felt that way about me. I've
gone
out with a lot of women, and have had sex with only a few. But
there was
one…. That's who this story is about. Carol. I was 25 at the
time. She
was 21. A very mature 21.
Carol and I had one thing in common. We loved sex. She was a little
hard
to please sometimes, but I always did my best and it always seemed
to be
enough for her. She was a "southern belle". She had gorgeous blue
eyes
and light brown freckles… all over. She had about a size 35
breast-line,
a thin waist and sexy hips. Her hair was golden blonde,
straight and
down past her waist. She was crazy. Sex crazy. One of her
favorite
things to do was to watch an X-rated movie with me and try
everything
they did. And we watched some pretty wild movies. The one that got
me in
trouble wound up including some surprise guests. It ended up
kinkier
than I thought, too. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It was a Friday night. We had gone out to dinner and she had
brought a
movie (of course). She popped the movie into the VCR and
started
watching. Now, she selected this movie and I had no idea what
it was
going to be about. It was an amateur flick. I soon learned it was
also a
bondage flick.
Now, I have nothing against the bondage part of B&D. It's the "d"
part
I've always had a problem with. Although I hadn't tried it, I
had to
admit the thought of being at my woman's mercy had appealed to
me. So
had the thought of having my woman at my mercy. I still wasn't
quite
sure if this was where I wanted to go right now. Apparently,
it was
where she wanted to go. I realized as the movie progressed,
she was
looking up at me. I didn't look back right away, but raised an
eyebrow
as I watched the movie. I heard her giggle.
After about half an hour into the film, I was rock hard. They
were
showing a woman tied to an X-Frame while her guy had a dildo in
her ass
and his tongue in her crotch. Carol looked down at my pants,
which
weren't doing a good job of hiding a sizable hard-on. "Ah-Ha!" she
said,
as she put her hand on my crotch and squeezed my cock. "You like
this,
don't you!" she said. I still didn't look at her, but smiled,
watching
the TV. "Obviously." I said calmly. "I knew it!" she said.
Finally, I looked over at her. "But we don't have the
furniture." I
said. "What if I said we could get to it?" she replied. I drew my
head
back, raised both eyebrows and said with a surprise in my
voice "Oh
yeah? Is there something I should know about you?"
She was fighting a smile. She put her head back on the couch,
looked up
at me and put a little pout on her lips. "Me? You mean me?". I
grinned
down at her "Yeah, you!" I said.
"I just know someone at work who has this stuff. She's going to be
gone
for the weekend, and asked me if I wanted to "borrow" her house
for a
couple of days."
This deserved some thought. I had to explain to her that I wasn't
into
pain and I wasn't into giving it, either. So, we had a long
talk. It
turned out very positive. She felt the same way. It seems it
was no
surprise to her, as she had brought a change of clothes and a
bag of
"tricks". I bagged up some stuff and off we went. Now this
could be
interesting.
On the way she started talking about what she was "going to do
to me"
while I was tied up. Again, the old one-eyebrow-raised look.
I was
surprised at some of the ideas she was coming up with. We were
in her
car, which was a beater Ford LTD station wagon. I always called
it a
rattletrap because it was so old. But it was big. One of the
movies we
had watched was about a couple screwing in the back of their van
in a
forest preserve. Hey, let down the back seats, and that car had
just as
much bedroom as any van. We were lucky we didn't get busted.
Carols friends house was about 30 miles away. When we pulled
up, it
looked like just another nice suburban house. It had a well-kept
lawn,
shrubbery, trees and even lawn décor (large birds, running
birdbath,
etc). The homes were farther apart here than in the city,
probably 100
yards or more between them. A light even came on in the driveway
as we
pulled in, obviously activated by a motion sensor.
Carol hopped out of the car like an excited kid, bag and purse
swinging
in her hands. She ran around the car and met me as I got out,
taking my
hand and pulling me toward the house. "Come on!" she touted. I
caught
myself looking around to see if any neighbors were watching.
When we
reached the small porch, she pulled some keys out of her
purse and
opened the door. There were dim lights on in what appeared to
be the
living room. As we entered, I heard a high pitched beeping. Carol
closed
the door and walked around a corner. "1-3-4-3-3" I heard her say.
There
were beeping tones with each number she spoke then the
high-pitched
beeping stopped. She came back around the corner. "Burglar
alarm" she
muttered. "I guessed that." I said.
She ran up to me, put her arms around my neck and laid a big wet
kiss on
me. As she pulled back, she took my lower lip between her
teeth and
growled. Yes, indeed, this was going to be an interesting night.
"Follow
me!" she said and went back around the corner. I walked down a
dark
hall. She opened a door and turned on a light. We went downstairs
into a
large den.
The den was actually pretty cool. It appeared this girl made
some
serious money. According to Carol, she was single, but liked
her men
submissive. Very submissive. The den was carpeted. There was a very
nice
bar with a "ship" type atmosphere. There were couches, big
chairs and
pictures of seascapes, boats and other naval ornaments. Even a door
with
a wooden ships steering wheel. The wooden plate above the wheel
read
"Captains Quarters". There was also a big steering wheel (even
moved)
attached to the front of the bar.
"Do you want a drink?" Carol asked, interrupting my inspection.
She was
behind the bar. "Making yourself a bit at home, aren't we?" I
asked.
"Kathy told me I could help myself when I was here last time." "Oh?
Last
time?" I asked quickly. "Ooops. Busted.", she said. "When were you
here
last time?" I asked. She walked over to her bag and pulled out the
tape
we watched and handed it to me. "You're kidding" I said.
"Well," she
started "I mean I didn't see her make it or anything, but she has
quite
a collection". She motioned for me to follow her behind the bar.
Beneath
one end of the bar were about 15 movies, all with the same style
labels
on them. "Were they filmed here?" I asked. She hesitated,
grabbed a
bottle of cognac and smiled. "How about a drink?" she quipped
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