From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [1/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:09:00 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			       Part One

	For the uninitiated or uninformed, bondage and discipline is a
form of erotic expression often used to heighten the sexual experience
between two or more people. Usually, two consenting adults act out a
fantasy such as slave-master role-playing, with one partner being the
strong-willed disciplinarian, and the other a willing, submissive
servant of desire. Most couples enter into a "B & D" relationship by
mutual consent.

	Some are "forced" to participate a first time and find that
they like it enough to be willing participants from then on. And still
others are slowly, cleverly drawn into the B & D relationship via a
chain (pardon the pun) of seemingly unrelated events that culminates
in the victim's complete submission of his/her own free will. This
latter case was how I became initiated.

	I had been sharing an apartment with this guy (call him
Charlie) for a couple of months when things started to happen to me. I
mean strange things, unexplained, nuisance type things that seemed
unrelated at the time but in hindsight were not coincidence. I was a
victim of routine. Every morning I would wake up first and put on the
coffee, get the paper, etc., while Charlie took a long shower.

	One morning when I slipped out the front door to get the
paper, the door closed behind me and I was locked out.

	So there I was, in panties and a short nightgown, cowering
behind the shrubs in front of the apartment, trapped outside. Every
few minutes I would jump up, rap on the door, and then slip behind the
shrubs again. Charlie didn't hear me until I stood up and hammered on
the door, attracting a few stares from passers-by, I'm sure. (I found
out much later that Charlie had turned on the shower, sneaked down the
stairs, and waited until I went for the paper. He had locked me out,
and stood on the other side of the door, watching my desperate
attempts to get back inside!

	Another time, I was out on the little balcony when it started
to rain. When I tried to get back inside, the patio doors were locked,
and I got drenched. Charlie made me plead with him, practically on my
hands and knees, to open the door so I could get in out of the chilly
rain. When he left me in, he noticed that my nipples were hard, and
when we made love shortly thereafter, and it seemed different that
time. Maybe not better or worse, but different.

	After a few of these incidents, it seemed like my whole
attitude was changing, and I was becoming more dependent on Charlie,
more trusting, too, and feeling a need to please him more and more.

	Then once when we were making love, nearly at the height of
arousal, he gently pulled my hands up behind my neck and continued to
thrust inside me, bringing me to orgasm. But I couldn't hold him, or
squeeze him, or anything because I was powerless to move my hands. I
just had to lie there and let him have his way with me. THAT time, it
seemed not just different, but better. For several times after that,
our lovemaking sessions ended with me placing my hands behind my neck
voluntarily, just to recapture that feeling of submission from that
first time he had done it. I think it was then that he knew he had
converted me into his little sex slave!

	Things really speeded up after that...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [2/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:09:49 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			       Part Two

	Things really speeded up after that. Sensing that I enjoyed
the feeling of helplessness while having sex, Charlie suggested we try
it for real. He tied my wrists together in front of me with some old
pantyhose and after I lay down on the bed, he raised my arms and tied
the end of the pantyhose to the head of the bed. He left my legs free
to move anyway I wanted, and oh how I wanted.

	After he entered me, I wrapped my legs around him as tightly
as I could and pulled and strained against the binding around my
wrists, squeezing my legs against his lower back, pulling him further
and deeper inside me until we both collapsed in ecstasy. At that
moment I knew bondage was my calling.

	The next evening, he tied my wrists to corners of the
headboard, and then tied my ankles so that I was spread-eagled on the
bed. He then made the most passionate love to me he ever had. He began
sensuously kissing and caressing my feet, ankles up my legs, moving to
the outside and then the inside of my thighs, carefully avoiding my
pubic area. I was really getting hot! He stroke my stomach, across my
sides, and licked around my breasts, taking each nipple in turn,
tweaking and stroking, sucking, until I was almost ready to come. He
french-kissed me deeply, staring into my eyes lustily, breathed in my
ears, caressed my neck, and started back down my body.

	Pausing at my breasts again, he licked and sucked harder and
harder, then abruptly stopped, before I came. He moved back down to my
stomach, then stroked my thighs, and stopped again. I was so hot I
begged him to let me come. He finally began stroking in and around my
vagina, carefully avoiding my clitoris, until I begged him again to
let me come. Then he lowered his head, and gently tongued my clit
while I climaxed and climaxed again and again.

	I was exhausted, completely spent. But not Charlie. He had
only brought me to a climax, he was still hard and ready for action.
He climbed on the bed, and straddling me he sat on my chest and
offered his erect penis for my mouth to adore. I normally don't like
to give head, but being bound spread-eagled to the bed, I had no
choice in the matter. I opened my mouth and licked at the tip of his
erection, running my tongue along the length of his shaft. I nuzzled
my chin against his balls, and then took his entire length in my
mouth. Licking and sucking, I slowly brought him to orgasm.

	He pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth slowly at
first, then faster and faster until finally he tensed up, grabbed me
by the hair and shot his load down my throat. I smiled and swallowed,
the hot come warming my belly. He collapsed by my side on the bed, and
fell into a deep sleep. I had no choice but to remain there until he
awakened to release me. It had been a tremendous lovemaking session,
ending with me still the submissive sex slave tied to the bed. I
couldn't wait till the next time!

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [3/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:10:24 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			      Part Three

	Following the lovemaking session that had me spreadeagled on
the bed, our experiences became more and more adventurous. After
purchasing a few "B&D" magazines, Charlie got the idea that I should
be properly dressed for our bondage sessions. Instead of being bound
nude to the bed, he had me dress in exotic lingerie and other bizarre
clothing before he would discipline me and then make love to me.

	First I wore a dainty little peek-a-boo nightie and crotch
less panties, and he tied my hands together behind my back. Leaning me
over the kitchen table, he tied my ankles to the table legs, and
spanked me, teasing me with his belt, and stroking the insides of my
thighs and my crotch until I was gasping and panting with arousal.

	Then he entered me roughly, and began plunging his member in
and out of my cunt, all the while stroking my clit with his finger and
thumb. He slowed his pumping while he brought me to the edge of
orgasm time and time again, and when I could wait no longer, he
plunged deep inside me and we both came, shuddering and moaning, over
and over again.

	He pulled out of my cunt, dried himself off, and mixed himself
a drink. He pulled a chair over to the end of the table and sat down
to enjoy his drink and read the newspaper. I was furious and I let him
know. I was still draped over the other end of the table, tired and
thirsty, and wanted to be released. He made some comment about needing
peace and quiet to read, and left the room. He returned in a minute
holding a black leather contraption. I had all kinds of straps, and in
the middle of the straps was a long thick piece of rubber shaped like
a penis. He grabbed my hair and pulled back until I was forced to open
my mouth, and then he shoved the rubber penis in my mouth as far as it
would go. It almost hit the back of my throat, it was so long.

	Then he arranged the leather straps around my head, and pulled
them tight. The rubber penis was pushed even further into my mouth so
that I could hardly make a sound. Well, I guess my gurgling and
grunting noise still bothered him. Charlie got out his little hand
air-pump, hooked it up to the front of the gag, and did a few quick
plunges with the handle of the pump. The rubber penis filled with air,
expanding and filling every crevice in my mouth, making my tongue
immovable, and preventing any sound at all from coming out of my
mouth. He spent a leisurely hour enjoying his drink and newspaper in
peace before finally releasing me.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [4/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:11:01 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			      Part Four

	After a while, I became quite used to being tied up and left
alone for an hour or so at a time, or even longer sometimes. On my
days off, Charlie would often tie me up in the morning and leave me
while he went to work. He would come home for lunch to check on me,
and if I hadn't gotten free on my own, he would make love to me, and
then either release me or change my bondage position and leave me for
the afternoon. This was always rather exciting, because it was a
challenge for me to get free before he came home. Depending on
Charlie's mood, if I got loose he would either reward me with a night
out on the town, or be upset that I got out of his bondage and tie me
in tighter and more difficult positions than before.

	His favorite position for me, and the hardest one for me to
get out of, was as follows. He would tie my wrists behind my back, and
then wrap the rope around my arms all the way up to my elbows. He
wrapped it so tight that my elbows were almost touching together
behind my back. This made my breasts jut out in front very
prominently.

	Then he would tie my legs together at my ankles and just below
and just above my knees. He would pull my knees up to press against my
chest and tie them there, shoving my breasts to either side. Then he
would tie a rope from my hands to my feet, pulling me into a tight
little ball. I could hardly breathe, much less move to try and free
myself.

	When he returned from work, he would undo the rope from my
hands and feet so that he had easy access to my cunt and ass. He could
stroke my breasts and finger my openings to his heart's content, and I
could only lie there and take it. He would play with me for the
longest time, stroking, fingering, licking, sucking, making me hotter
and hotter, until he himself was so worked up that he would enter me
and plunge in and out furiously until his hot come spurted into my
cunt. Usually after that he would move around to my face, and let me
lick his cock clean. Only then would he release me from my bondage.

	With all the different bondage positions he could tie me in,
and all the various clothes and contraptions Charlie bought to use on
me, we had an almost infinite number of bondage scenes we could play
out. Each time I thought we had tried everything, Charlie would come
up with an idea that was just a little different, a little wilder than
the last one. I'll talk about some more of these in later editions.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [5/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:11:50 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			      Part Five

	On my days off when Charlie didn't tie me up before he left
for work, I was expected to surprise him with a special welcome when
he returned home. Often I would just greet him at the door in a short
nightie, silk panties and high-heeled shoes. He would become rock hard
at the first sight of me, drop his briefcase, and carry me into the
bedroom. There he would quickly undress, and then begin to slowly make
love to me. His tongue would work its magic all over my body, and his
fingers would explore every inch of me. He would work me into a
passionate feverish state, and then plunge his enormous cock into my
cunt or anus, pumping and thrusting until we both came in a tumultuous
climax.

	Other times, just to break up the monotony (if there was such
a thing), I would dress in one of the bizarre costumes he bought for
me. One of Charlie's favorite costumes was the rubber maid's costume.
I would pull on the thigh-high black rubber stockings, tight, black
rubber panties and push-up bra and 4-inch high-heeled black shoes.

	Then I would struggle into the tight form-fitting black rubber
maid's dress. The dress had a white apron that tied in the back, and
white lacy frills around the bodice. It was short, and barely covered
the tops of the stockings when I was standing up. Bright red
fingernail polish and lipstick really stood out against the black
rubber garments. In my hair I tied a lace maid's cap, and then took my
place at the door to await my "master's" return.

	When I heard his key in the lock, I would immediately open the
door for him, and curtsy deeply in front of him. He would command me
to get him something, like a drink, or his paper, and then go up to
the bedroom to change his clothes. When I arrived with whatever he
had asked for, he would be waiting for me.

	I would have to slowly undress him, starting with his shoes
and socks, kissing his feet reverently. Then I would undo his tie and
take off his shirt, gently kissing his neck, shoulders, and chest. I
would gently play with his nipples, and then start taking off his
pants. Kissing his stomach, I would slowly slide his pants down his
legs, and he would step out of them.

	Then his underwear would be off, and I would be kneeling
before him, fondling his cock and balls, and kissing him on the thighs
and belly. I would teasingly lick the tip of his cock, and run my
tongue along his thick shaft, all the while cupping his balls in my
hands. Then I would take his member in my mouth as far as it would go,
and lick and suck, gently at first, then harder and harder until he
tensed, grabbed my head by the hair and pumped his load down my
throat. I would keep him in my mouth until he was completely soft
again, and lick and suck him clean.

	Then I would help him dress, and I would start dinner.

	It sounds like this was a rather one sided lovemaking session,
but it really wasn't. The feeling I would get, kneeling in front of my
man, dressed in this tight-fitting outfit, warm on the inside, and
smooth, cool to the touch on the outside, I would get really turned
on.

	Sometimes I would even come while giving Charlie his blowjob.
This was unusual, but it happened. And if I didn't, I knew that later
on, if I was a good little maid, I would get my just reward. Charlie
would praise me for my good cooking, and then order me into the
bedroom where he would finish what I started before dinner. Laying on
the bed with Charlie stroking and feeling, fondling me through the
rubber material, I would moan my pleasure and arch my back to get
closer to his hands and those teasing fingers of his.

	Then he would slip his fingers under the tight waistband of
the panties, and rub and stroke my clit until I came. This was one of
MY favorite routines!

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Bondage History (MF, b&d, cons) [6/6]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:12:38 GMT

			  My Bondage History
				  by
			      The Bitch
			       Part Six

	One Friday afternoon, in anticipation of a long, exciting
weekend, I decided to try something even more elaborate than just
greet Charlie at the door in my maid's uniform. I dressed as usual in
the black rubber stockings, panties and bra, and high- heeled shoes. I
once again struggled into the form-fitting maid's dress and put on the
apron and cap.

	Then, using a short piece of clothesline, I tied my wrists
together in front of me as tightly as I could. This was difficult, but
using my well trained tongue and thumbs, I managed to tie them fairly
tightly. Then I placed the rubber penis gag deep in my mouth and
attached the straps around my head as tightly as I could. This was
pretty hard, since my wrists were tied, but I managed to get the gag
pretty tight. Using the small air-pump, I pumped up the gag so that
its penis shape completely filled my mouth. I couldn't wait for
Charlie to get home so I could have his cock replace the rubber one!

	Sitting on the floor, I pulled my legs up close to my chest,
and wrapped my arms around my knees. Stretching as far as I could, I
managed to get my bound wrists around one of my feet, and then the
other.

	Then using another short piece of rope, I tied my ankles
together snugly. The last piece of rope went around my legs just above
my knees, and I rolled over and slowly stretched myself out. I was now
bound hand and foot, my wrists tied, my ankles and knees roped, and my
face full of rubber penis. I tested the bindings, and was satisfied
that I looked as if someone else had tied me. I rolled and inched my
way closer to the door, knelt up and awaited my Charlie's return.

	The key fit in the lock. Of course I couldn't answer the door
like I usually did, I could only wait while he let himself in. When
his eyes fell upon me, kneeling there bound hand and foot, I could see
his erection growing by leaps and bounds. I knew I was in for a mad,
passionate lovemaking session. He set his briefcase down and walked
out of the room, leaving me to kneel there wondering.

	He came back from the bedroom in a few minutes, carrying a dog
collar and leash. He placed the collar around my neck, and attached
the leash. Untying my ankles but leaving my knees tied together, he
stood me up and led me by the leash to the bedroom. I couldn't
protest, but could only hobble as quickly as I could behind him.

	Once in the bedroom, he placed two leather cuffs on my ankles,
connected them with a double snap-hook, and untied the rope around my
knees. He put leather cuffs on my arms just above my elbows and
connected them with another snap-hook.

	Then he untied my wrists, and using two more leather cuffs,
connected them as well. He led me over to the corner of the room, and
after taking down the hanging plant, he tied a rope around my wrists
and attached it to the hook in the ceiling. He pulled the rope taut so
that I was bent over from the waist with my hands and arms extended up
in the air behind my back. There I stood, bent at the waist, my arms
bound behind me, my mouth full of rubber penis, my head against the
corner of the bedroom wall, my rear end helplessly exposed, waiting to
serve Charlie's any and every whim. And I didn't have to wait long!

	Charlie approached quietly, and suddenly slapped my rubber-
covered ass with his bare hand. Surprised, I jerked against the rope
and the wall, but couldn't move more than an inch or two. He slapped
me a second time, harder, and I grunted in pain. Confused, I didn't
know whether this was punishment for my earlier actions (maybe he
wanted to tie me up, not have me already tied when he got home?) or if
he was just trying something new.

	He spanked me hard for about a minute, and then began stroking
and rubbing my rubber-encased legs and ass. He stroked my pussy
outside my panties, and then slowly worked his fingers inside the
waistband and pulled them down to just above my knees. He stroking
became more and more intense, and the fingers of his other hand enter
my cunt, sliding in and out, wriggling inside, teasing my clit
outside, getting me wetter and wetter. He took his already wet fingers
and poked around my rectum, sliding one finger, then two, then finally
three fingers into my asshole.

	Then he stopped, stepped back, and removed his pants and
underwear (I guess, I couldn't really see him). A moment later he was
sliding his cock into my cunt, and pumping furiously in and out,
bracing himself with his hands around my upper thighs. He slowed, then
pulled out of my vagina completely, and I felt his prick pressing
against the opening to my rectum. With slow in and out movements,
getting a little deeper inside my asshole each time, he managed to
insert his cock to its full length.

	As he paused, I could almost feel the blood pumping through
his cock, and my excitement grew. He began stroking in and out again,
faster and faster, pumping my ass, fingering and rubbing my clit,
until I could stand it no more. I shuddered with orgasmic delight as
he continued to pound into me until he too exploded in ecstasy.

	He remained in me a few moments, and then withdrew, dried us
both off, and pulled my panties back up around my waist. I was
exhausted and was ready for a well-earned nap. If things went
according to our usual routine, Charlie would untie me and we would
both lie down and fall into a deep sleep to recover from our
exertions.

	But Charlie had other plans. He patted my behind smartly, and
left me bound, bent over and attached to the ceiling by the rope, as
he sprawled out on the bed for a nap. His only comment to me was that
if I could tie myself, I could free myself!

	Since the rope that held my wrists to the ceiling was tied to
the snap-hooks, if I could unfasten the my wrists, I would also be
unhooked from the ceiling. I struggled for quite a while before I
managed to get the wrist cuffs in position so that I could reach the
snap-hooks and remove them. I knelt down and unhooked my ankles, but
there was no way I could unfasten the cuffs at my elbows, so I just
walked over to the bed and lying down on my side, fell fast asleep.

	When I awoke sometime in the early morning hours, Charlie was
still snoring softly next to me in bed. I found that my elbows were
unfastened, and the elbow cuffs as well as my wrist and ankle cuffs
and dog collar had been removed. Charlie must have awakened to see if
I was OK. I snuggled up close to him and smiled to myself. I just knew
he wouldn't have left me chained up standing there all night!

			       The End