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Archive name: britbond.txt (MF, bd, sm, celeb)
Authors name: RobN (Anon Address)
Story title : Bondage With Britney 

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Bondage With Britney (MF, bd, sm, celeb)
by RobN (Anon Address)

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What an assignment! My editor pulled me aside this 
morning at about 11 o clock and told me that I would be 
the photographer on the Britney Spears photo shoot. I 
don't think it needs repeating that to have a camera and 
the power to put Britney Spears into any position I 
wanted to was a major buzz, and I was counting the hours 
till we were due to arrive on set. 

I was assigned with our chief interviewer, Kathy Swinton, 
who was going to be quizzing her about her latest album. 
Kathy was a complete bitch who when sent on celebrity 
jobs like this turned into even more of a dragon. 

"Now remember Rob, I'll be calling the shots here," she 
reminded me as I drove towards the site. "Whatever 
Britney wants she gets, do you understand? I don't want 
any of your arty student suggestions regarding pose, make 
up or dress. You got that?" 

What could I say? My mental images of Britney in the 
schoolgirls costume would have to suffice for the time 
being then. 

As usual I was left to carry every last bit of equipment 
from the car (heaven forbid that the star reporters nails 
should be in anyway damaged!) and we were led through a 
vast series of doors and corridors by a group of three 
particularly large and burly security guards. I'd always 
thought those security guards at concerts had the best 
job of all, paid to hold back thousands of screaming 
teenage girls.

Is it just me or does anyone else wonder what happens to 
those girls when they pass out and are taken out the 
back? Supposedly to an ambulance or resuscitation unit. I 
wouldn't mind betting that security slip their dicks out 
and take them before they regain consciousness. 

Britney was an absolute goddess. As me and Kathy entered 
the room, she approached us, all smiles wearing a white 
cotton crop top, black leather mini skirt and red leather 
boots with heels that could cut slices in lead. To my 
amazement and indeed complete arousal she made a beeline 
for me and shook my hand, running her long slender 
fingers along my wrist and completely ignoring Kathy. 

"So, you're the one that's going to be interrogating me 
today then" she purred. 

"No actually I'm just the photographer" 

"No way. Much too handsome to be a snapper. Well, I look 
forward to your input in the photos because I'm looking 
to do something a bit more diverse today, something 
interesting, something varied." She paused, smiled then 
continued "Something exciting." 

With that she turned to Kathy, shook her hand and the 
interview began. 

As it was my first time at the interview of such a 
massive celebrity, I was impressed with the speed and 
professionalism that things took place. Agents, reporters 
and make up artists bustled about Britney and attended 
her every need without request. Britney looked totally in 
control of the situation, so sexy and so powerful.

As she reclined on the black leather sofa, she looked 
like she could have any man in the world. As if all she 
had to do was click her fingers and one of her attendants 
would bring her a selection of men to choose from. 
Imagine it, six men brought naked into the room, Britney 
patrolling up and down in front of them, carefully 
selecting her 'victim', marking his chest with red 
lipstick in a cross if she didn't like him and then 
dragging the last man standing out the back and onto her 
bed for a good seeing to. Then, whenever she was fully 
satisfied, she could kick him out of bed and the process 
would be repeated the following day until Britney had 
sampled enough cum to make her eyes turn white. 

Of course, this wasn't going to happen. At least for the 
foreseeable future, as she was obviously engaged to be 
married to Justin Timberlake. Or was she. Recent press 
speculation was rife that Britney had dumped him and 
naturally I had my own thoughts on the subject. Perhaps 
he'd gotten tired of waiting for the tight little virgin 
to open her cunt and let him in. Perhaps he'd been 
fooling around with Shakira. By a tremendous stroke of 
luck, the only person bravest enough to ask those sorts 
of questions was interviewing her right this minute and 
nothing was too personal for her. 

"So Britney can you tell us the latest on your allegedly 
faltering relationship with Justin Timberlake?" 

"Yeah sure" Britney replied, "I chucked him" 

"Why was that? Pressures of work perhaps? You've drifted 
apart?" 

"No not at all. He was just shit in bed." 

You could have heard a pin drop. Two confessions in one 
sentence. Britney not a virgin?! Justin Timberlake shit 
in bed?! Even Kathy was lost for words. 

"Oh I.. well" stumbled Kathy 

"There's no need to be embarrassed" comforted Britney "I 
lost my virginity ages ago. We've been having sex for 
about six months but he just wasn't up to it. So there 
you have it fellas..." she said grabbing the microphone 
"I'm looking for a man who satisfy me night and day. 
Someone whose cock doesn't resemble a wiener." 

"Wow. This is quite a scoop." Kathy was gushing 

"Honestly the little faggot was useless. We tried 
everything. Role play, toys, doing it outdoors, nothing." 

"But what happened to you. You used to be so chaste?" 
Kathy asked 

"I got bored. And I am bored. Lets quit the interview. I 
want cute camera guy to take my photo" 

At this point she approached me and draped her right arm 
around my waist and put her hand on my ass. I was 
stunned, breathless and unable to take my eyes from her 
magnificently tanned thighs. 

"So what did you have in mind?" I asked, trying to be 
casual. 

"Well I'm going against my agents advice and trying to 
sex things up a bit. My agent says if I'm too raunchy 
I'll drive away the kids market. But fuck them, I want 
men coming after me, like Madonna did. Did you ever see 
her in Body of Evidence? How much do I want to be her in 
that film!" she laughed. 

I'd seen Body of Evidence. I'd wanked myself blind over 
Body of Evidence. 

"So basically I'm looking at a few revealing outfits and 
provocative poses and situations. You think you can show 
me what to do?" 

I'd noticed Kathy looking at me with dagger eyes, 
seething with me for hijacking her interview. I didn't 
care. My mind was alive. Imagine it, every fantasy you've 
ever had about Britney Spears. You the reader, imagine 
it. Write it down and imagine it. That's the closest 
you'll get. I got her to act mine out. 

First we went to the costume department. Britney at this 
point started to disrobe into her bra and panties as 
there was going to be a lot of costume changing and 
privacy on set is at a premium. I was surprised. For 
someone so famous for prudishness she was extremely 
comfortable with her body and nudity in the presence of 
strangers. 

"I think we'll start off with that schoolgirls outfit" I 
said. 

"Yeah but I've worn that before in." Britney started to 
reply. 

"Yeah but this time, the skirt will be shorter and the 
shirt will be open, no bra just cleavage and we'll tie 
your hands together with the school tie." 

She looked thrilled and got changed eagerly. We put her 
in a pose against the backdrop of a school desk. I told 
her to open her legs as far as she could and wrap them 
around the back of the chair. I had the pleasure of tying 
her wrists together and as I looked down she stared 
deeply at me. 

"You've obviously done this before." She whispered 
"Perhaps I should have suggested this to Justin." 

I tried to laugh it off but as I walked back to my 
camera, I wiped the sweat from my brow. 

"Okay Britney purse your lips and look tortured for me 
yeah?" 

After two hours of non-stop costume changes and 
rehearsals and make up, our session time was up and lunch 
was called. Kathy came striding up to me. 

"Well thank you," she said spitefully.

"What's the matter with you?" 

"You. Making me look small and pathetic just to further 
your own, paparazzi career. Give me the keys I'm going 
back to the office." 

Sensing her evident hurt and keen to avoid conflict I 
gave her the keys and began tidying up. 

"I'll just get the gear together and I'll join you." 

Kathy left the room and I began packing. Britney walked 
through the door that Kathy had just left and smiled at 
me. 

"You weren't going without saying goodbye were you?" 

"No but she's in a bit of a mood so I'd better be off. 
Can't upset the boss and all that." 

"Oh well, nice meeting you gorgeous" said Britney and she 
kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and felt my dick firm 
up against my trousers. 

On leaving the set I couldn't believe my eyes. Kathy had 
driven off, back to the office and left me behind with 
all the equipment. 

"The sulking spiteful bitch!" I shouted, throwing my bag 
to the floor. "Well, if she thinks I'm walking all this 
stuff back she's got another thing coming!". 

At a loose end and aware of the fact that there was a 
massive lunch going on with the worlds sexiest woman I 
decided to chance my arm and went back into the studio. 
To my astonishment, Britney was sitting on her own 
smoking a cigarette. She had changed back into the crop 
top and a pair of denim hipsters that barely concealed 
the top of her pussy. Through the crop top her nipples 
had began showing as the big open studio had gotten quite 
cold. She looked red hot. 

"I never knew you smoked?" 

She smiled when she saw me. 

"There are a whole lot of things you don't know about 
me." Her tone was sterner now. "I don't give everything 
away in those pussy ass interviews to those lame ass 
journalists." 

"Maybe I shouldn't have come back." 

"No wait." She said, grabbing my arm. "Why did you come 
back?" 

"Kathy decided she'd drive back without me." 

Britney laughed. 

"It's not funny," I said, half laughing myself. 

"So you're trapped in here with little old me, are you?" 

"I can think of worst places to be stuck," I replied. 

"Ooh that sounds like a come on to me," said Britney. I 
was flushed with embarrassment. 

"Miss Spears, sorry I didn't mean to sound like I was..." 

"Hey less of the Miss Spears. I'm Britney. Hey wait. I 
don't even know your name yet." 

"I'm Robert, well Rob." 

"You don't sound too sure." 

"I prefer Robert but Kathy prefers Rob." 

"Oh" said Britney coolly and backed away from me. "So 
she's your boss in the relationship as well as at work." 

I laughed out loud. 

"What! What me and her! You've got to be kidding." 

I sat down on the sofa, next to Britney. This was weird. 
A young student from London, sitting on a sofa talking 
relationships to Britney Spears. 

"So you're not in a relationship at the moment then?" she 
asked, a smile coming on to her face. 

"No, too much hassle." 

"Amen to that." She said, putting her cigarette out and 
looking back at me. "Fuck around that's what I say. Get 
as much sex as you can and I don't mean one-night stands 
I mean every nightstand's. Get it hard get it fast." She 
said, breathing heavily and lost in her own words. 

"Fancy a bite to eat?" I suggested. 

"Fancy a bite of me?" she replied, and crawled across me 
on the sofa, wrapping her legs around me and holding my 
head in my hands. She kissed me and our tongues collided 
as I tore at her clothes, biting her neck in an attempt 
to leave my mark. What would the papers say when they saw 
the biggest hickey this side on the Atlantic on the neck 
of America's golden girl. 

She undid the buttons on my shirt and kissed my chest, 
yelping as I dug my teeth into her shoulders. I suddenly 
became extremely aware of the fact we were making out in 
a very public place. I tried to force her off. 

"What's the matter! Not good enough for you or 
something!" Britney gasped. 

"No it's not that but what if someone sees us?" 

"Fuck them, I want them to see us. I want people to see 
me fuck the life out of a perfect stranger, but if you 
can't handle me and you can't handle being that perfect 
strangers well then fuck you too!" She pushed me chest 
hard and jumped off, storming back to her dressing room. 

"Oh no you don't!" I shouted and leapt after her, 
grabbing her by the top of her hipsters and pulling them 
down with a loud ripping noise. She fell to the floor and 
I got on top of her. I tore my shirt off and she kicked 
her denim hipsters away. She was wearing see through 
black panties and her juices were already seeping through 
leaving a sweet damp feeling on my fingers. I hitched her 
legs up in the air and pressed my hardness against her 
ass, feeling the tightness of it and my insatiable hands 
worked up to her crop top. I grabbed the neck of it and 
tore that off too, leaving her in her black lingerie, 
writhing on the floor under my weight. I plunged my lips 
onto her again and worked my way down to lick and bite 
her heaving breasts that were crying out to be grabbed 
and forced into my face. 

"Yeah you like that Britney yeah! Come on feel that, you 
wanted a man to satisfy you? I'm gonna fuck you 
senseless, my cock so fast and hard against your clit 
that you'll be so sore yet crying out for more! You want 
that don't you? You want it up the ass too don't you? I'm 
going to bend you over and make you scream!" 

"Please, do it!" Britney gasped unbuttoning my trousers 
so that my throbbing hard cock came rushing out. I put my 
fingers into her mouth to stop the little bitch making so 
much noise and she sucked off her own juices. 

"Oh ah!!" she gasped, "I never knew my cunt tasted so 
good." 

I forced my self down on her again. This time she took 
control of the situation and ran her long red nails 
across my back, causing blood to gush out. I rolled over 
in agony and she rolled on top of me, only briefly, 
kissing me to subdue me perhaps and then running off 
again, leaving me wriggling on the floor in my boxers and 
ogling her ass from the ground, struggling to get up, 
such was the pain I was in. 

She'd gone to her dressing room and was lying on a big 
double bed. She sat up as I came in and sat on the side 
of the bed. She leant across me and we kissed again. I 
got on top of her and she began to take my pants off. At 
last I was naked and in bed with Britney Spears. She 
straddled me and took her bra off, leaving it draped 
across my face. God I was so hard and horny. All I wanted 
to do was ram it inside her. I needed to do it. I was 
desperate, aching to do. Her tits were so beautifully 
formed and full that I could have played with her erect 
pink nipples all night. I sat up and kissed her again, 
running my tongue down her neck and into her bosom where 
I began biting her nipples, hard, getting the very tip 
between my teeth and clamping down with all the strength 
I could muster. 

She groaned and shuddered with delight. 

"Keep working it Rob! My god you're making me so damn 
hot." 

She looked down at me and pushed my chest back down began 
to do the same to me. It hurt me a whole lot more than it 
hurt her. And she didn't just stop at my nipples. She bit 
every spare bit of flesh that she could find, licking her 
way all the way down to my cock that was beginning to 
juice against her already saturated minge.

Raking her nails through my pubic hair, she set to work, 
taking the whole of my prick into her mouth, working it 
into her cheeks and drawing the skin back so that she 
could stick her tongue into my japs eye. I bucked when 
she did this, forcing my dick further into her mouth, a 
trick that only pleasured me further. She tempered that 
by biting the base of my dick and I screamed in pain. 

"Agrh! Please no please get off!" I said, trying to get 
her head away. The pain was too much. She looked up and I 
could see the whole of her smile. She was laughing 
sadistically, whilst causing me to writhe in distress. 
She clambered back up my body still in her panties. 

"Yeah!" Britney said "You like that Rob?" 

She took my arms and held them above my head. 

"What are you doing?" I whimpered. 

"Shh. It's a surprise. Wanna play a game?" 

My mind was spinning with possibilities. 

"It's a game of trust," said Britney, "I'm going to tie 
you up Rob." 

I wasn't about to struggle. I held my hands against the 
headboard and awaited my surprise. From beneath the 
pillow, she pulled out the same school tie as the one we 
had used in the shoot. She draped it across her breasts 
and put her finger in her mouth, sucking the end of it. 
Her hands questioned and my eyes answered. She took my 
wrists and bound them tightly together before securing 
them to the bedpost. 

"You've obviously done this before" I whispered, a 
feeling of deja-vu running over both of us. 

She sat, her long legs either side of my waist savoring 
my tethered helplessness. I lay there, in delirium, in 
delicious bondage with Britney. She leant down and kissed 
me hard and began biting me again. I writhed slowly, 
caught in the conflict of that orgasmic moment between 
pleasure and pain, between torture and satisfaction.

Our naked skin, rubbing against each other whilst our 
clammy hands were at total opposites. Mine, held tightly 
together by her bonds and hers running over every inch of 
my body, occasionally twisting and pinching my nipples, 
which she had clearly identified as my weak spot. Her 
fingers entered my mouth and I sucked them eagerly just 
trying to get the slightest taste of her cunt which was 
begging to be held open and searched with a hungry 
tongue. She sat back and took her panties off and tossed 
them to the floor. 

"Oh Rob! I want you so bad. And you want me too don't 
you? Are you man enough to satisfy me?" 

My mouth failed me and I lay there speechless. 

"I command you to answer me!" Britney demanded. 

We understood each other immediately. 

"Yes Miss Spears I want you so badly just give me some 
relief. Suck my cock please. I'm begging you. I need you 
to make me cum." 

"A little patience and a little test first I feel" 
replied Britney, standing up and walking away. 

"Oh God what now!" I thought, tugging at my restraint 
with my eyes and dick desperately leering after Britney's 
naked body, slowly walking across the room. She went into 
the wardrobe and came out with a wicked looking riding 
crop, which she waved through the air and licked the tip 
off. She closed the cupboard door and approached the side 
of the bed slowly, yet purposefully.

Imagine it. You the reader. Imagine having Britney Spears 
walk naked towards you naked body waving a whip in your 
general direction. 

"Let's see if your man enough to take this before you can 
handle me." 

She raised the crop high into the air and I closed my 
eyes wincing at the pain and punishment I was about to 
receive at the hands of Miss Spears. Then there was 
nothing. My taut body, pulling desperately at its bonds 
felt no pain. Nothing. I opened my eyes to see her 
grinning as she had stopped an inch away from my penis. 

"Look at the power I have over you." She declared and let 
the crop touch my balls, a move that made my cock flinch 
and grow ever harder. Just as I breathed a sigh of 
relief.

SLAP!

The first blow of the crop came down across my chest, 
leaving a red mark to go with the bloodstains on my back 
and the come stains on the crisp white sheets. Then. 

SLAP!

Another blow across the top of my thighs, too close to my 
dick for comfort and I gasped and began panting with some 
volume, knowing full well that any protest I made would 
result in me not getting to enter Britney Spears. A new 
mental resolve entered my sleazy little mind and I waged 
my own war on the punishment she was dishing out. I must 
pass this test I kept saying to myself. 

SLAP!

Another crack of the whip, this time just across the 
soles of my feet. Then. 

SLAP!

Another blow, this time back on to my chest, already raw 
from the first caning. This was swiftly followed by a 
whipping of my six-pack. 

So far, I'd only counted five blows. Surely she would 
give me six of the best. 

Her teasing at the beginning became a reality as she 
delivered the final slap onto my erection so hard that it 
followed through and kissed my balls. 

I let out a scream so loud that the crew must have heard 
it. I wriggled back and forth, unable to move, my 
struggle only making the knot tighter. 

 
She looked at me, expressionless. 

"I'm going to fuck you to death. Any last requests?" 

"Yes I'd like to go quietly," I replied. 

"Fat chance!" 

She threw the whip to one side and straddled me, my penis 
finally entering her wet pussy. I was covered in sweat 
from top to toe, as was she and our sticky bodies came 
together in a cascade of come and juice as she rode me 
hard and fast, as she'd promised. She wrapped her arms 
around my head and forced her tits into me, her ass 
bouncing harder and harder, up and down, gyrating from 
side to side and grinding our hips together.

Every movement was a turn on, and I was sent into spasm 
as thick waves of come came pouring from my loins and 
into her cunt, spilling as wet as the sweat in her hair 
that was in draggles draping along her shoulders and down 
onto the top of her succulent nipples. 

"Agrh.I want it harder Rob! Give me more! That's it baby 
fuck it boy every way you can! Oh ah!" 

"Do me more Britney! Move it bitch! Every way! Yeah! Oh 
please! Oh fuck! That's it! Agrh!" 

On and on she went, utterly insatiable, resting her hands 
on my chest she continued to pump until I was dry. Still 
it didn't stop her as she had orgasm after orgasm, waving 
after wave of come jetting out and matting our pubes 
together. I couldn't take anymore. I had to break free of 
my bonds I just had to.

I pulled harder, finally seeing some progress as the knot 
slipped. But she saw it too, laughed at my futile 
attempts to escape her capture and tied another knot in 
the tie, leaving me just as if not more helplessly bound 
than ever before. Another wave came over me, my dick got 
harder and I vowed to pass another test. My dick got the 
message and shot as much spunk into her snatch as I could 
muster, sticking to the walls of her vagina, just waiting 
to be licked out. 

In a final orgasmic combustion of juices and screams, she 
humped me for the last time and fell on top of me, our 
two sticky, naked body, clamming together in exhaustion. 
She looked up at me and pulled the hair away from her 
deep blue eyes and wiped the sweat off of my brow.

She stroked my face tenderly and smiled warmly, as she 
untied my shattered and bruised wrists, and I brought my 
aching joints forward to hold her in my arms and finish 
off that hickey that I'd started. We kissed and she 
reached around me to sooth the soreness of my back. The 
she reached over to the headrest and pulled the school 
tie off, tying it round my neck in the proper knot. 

"Here," she whispered. "As a souvenir." 

We laughed together and kissed for the final time, 
knowing that our session time was up. I walked out of the 
room naked, apart from my tie, collecting my clothes. I 
laughed to myself as I walked out of the door. 

"What a story!" I thought. 

As I the door shut I saw Kathy waiting for me. 

"Where the hell have you been?!" she cried "And why are 
you naked?" 

I paused, looked down and approached her. 

"Keys," I said.

"What?" 

"Keys," I repeated. She gave me the keys looking 
absolutely baffled. 

"I've just had the sex of my life in there. I just got 
fucked by Britney Spears. Imagine that. What a story for 
your readers. Perhaps an interview might be appropriate" 

With that, I jumped into the car and left Kathy to pick 
up the exclusive. Headline: Britney Spears finally 
satisfied. 

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