From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sex While Jogging (MF, bond, cons)
Date: 16 Feb 1996 19:52:37 GMT

			  Sex While Jogging

	I never wrote to one of these magazines before, but I have an
interesting little story to tell your readers about.

	My husband, Todd, and I are very sexually active. We enjoy a
lot of different kinds of sex, but bondage plays a very heavy roll in
our lives. Let me tell you about our last bout, which happened last
weekend.

	I jog every morning, usually before work. On Saturday, I got
up a little later than usual. Todd was up too, and told me he had a
surprise for me, but he would tell me after I got back from my morning
run.

	I started my jog, heading down toward the park, where I
usually go.

	When I was on the trail, running near a line of trees, I heard
something, like a call for help. I stopped and listened to hear it
again. I went into the woods to see what it was.

	Out of no where, an arm wrapped around me and a hand clamped
over my mouth. I tried to free myself, but couldn't. A voice told me
not to fight. I recognize it as being my husband's, and relaxed. He
moved us further into the trees until we came to a tiny clearing.

	He turned me around and pulled my hands together. I expected
him to tie me up with rope, but instead, he pulled out these plastic
ties. These things are those plastic strips that you push the end
through a loop, and it locks so you can't pull it back again. He had
several lengths of them.

	This was his surprise. He looped one around me wrists and
zipped it up. Another one went around my wrists the other was so the
bands were crisscrossed. He made me open my mouth and shoved a pair
of my panties into my mouth. He took the bandana from my hair and
tied it around my head to hold the panties in.

	He made me back up to a tree and hold my hands over my head.
He looped another tie around a branch and ran it through my wrist
bonds. My hands were held over my head and strapped to the tree.
Another plastic strap went around my ankles, holding them together.
Now there was no way I could get away.

	We were playing a fantasy out, the kidnapper and his captive.
He began to talk to me, telling me he had been watching me jog every
morning, teasing him with my tight shorts and bouncing breasts. I
squirmed in my bonds as he asked me if I liked his plastic handcuffs.
I did.

	He then began to run his hands all over my trussed body. I
moaned as he did, struggling and pretending to fight him. In reality,
I was getting hot and very excited. He kept talking to be, telling me
what he was going to do with me and how I would love it.

	He pulled up my shirt over my breasts. He pulled out a small
pocket knife and cut the straps off my bra. He yanked it away,
exposing my hard nipples to the morning air. He squeezed my tits and
rolled my nipples between his fingers. It felt so good, I moaned into
my gag.

	He then pushed his hand down into my shorts and played with my
wet pussy. His fingers teased me as he continued to tell me what he
was going to do. He kept playing with me for a while.

	He then cut my hands down and freed my wrists. Before I could
move, he pulled my arms behind me and slipped the plastic bands around
my wrists again, pulling them nice and tight. With my wrists locked
behind my back, he cut my ankles free and led me out of the woods.

	He had parked the car near the trees. He popped the trunk open
and made me get in. Once in, he strapped my ankles together again,
then stripped me knees together also. He took two straps, hooked them
together, then looped it around my chest, pinning my arms to my body.
Satisfied, he closed the trunk lid.

	It wasn't far to out house, but he drove us around for a
while. The trunk was dark and getting warm, and I was getting hot. I
was breaking out in a sweat. Before we got home, my body was covered
in sweat. He carried me into the house and deposited me on the floor.

	He cut off my remaining cloth so I was wiggling on the floor
naked. Again he played with my body, probing my cunt with his
fingers. He laughed at my moans and groans, which was a plead for him
to make me come. I was so horny, I think I was about to go nuts.

	He then rolled my onto my stomach and placed two pillows under
my hips. With my ass high up in the air, he rammed his fingers into
my wet tunnel. I squirmed and groaned, but he wouldn't let me climax.

	At last, he parted my ass checks and licked my clit. It only
took a few strokes before I let out a loud moan and came really hard.
I squirmed around and groaned, Todd just pleased with himself.

	He then took me and set me on my knees. I knew what was coming
even before he opened his pants. He pulled my gag down, pulled my
soaked panties from my mouth and shoved his hard rod between my lips.
He started to pump me, sliding the beautiful cock in and out of my
mouth.

	He held my head the whole time he face fucked me. He was
really taking advantage of me, making sure I couldn't pull off of him.
At last, he let out a soft moan, like always does before he comes, and
slid his cock all the way in. He shot a wonderful load of come down
my throat. It tasted so good, I wanted to drink every drop.

	After he had finished fill my mouth, he pulled out and shoved
my panties back into my mouth, pulling the bandana back between my
lips. He laid me on the floor again and let me squirm around some
more. He told me there was plenty more to do yet, and that I better
save my strength.

	After a few minutes, he again propped me on the pillows and
shoved our biggest vibrator into my cunt. He turned it on low at
first, but slowly turned it up as he fucked me with it. Soon, it was
sliding in and out of me, turned up full blast. I moaned and groaned,
squeezing the plastic thing with my cunt. I came twice within a half
hour, almost screaming when I did.

	He then pulled the thing out and rammed his cock into my cunt
in its place. He fucked me hard, slamming his hips into my ass hard.
His cock penetrated me deep, filling my pussy up. I came again, right
before he shot his wad of jizm into me.

	After he pulled out, he carried me into the bedroom. There, He
cut off the plastic ties and laid me on my back. He placed one of his
plastic loops on each wrist and each ankle. He then did the same to
the bed posts, one at each corner of the bed. He then took strapped
and attached my straps to the ones on the bed, tying me spread eagle.
I could move around a little, but the plastic cuff held me down and
wide open.

	Hew removed the bandana and removed my panties from my mouth.
Before I could talk, he placed a fresh knotted bandana between my lips
and tied the ends behind my head. With me bedded down and gagged, he
left the room.

	I withered in my straps, waiting for his return. The wait made
me even hornier, making my pussy get nice and wet I heard out clock
ticking, driving me crazy. I don't know how long it was before he
returned.

	When he did, he was naked. He climbed on top of me and pushed
his cock into me. At first, he slow fucked my, sliding the wonderful
tool in and out of me. But as the minutes went on, he moved faster and
faster until he was fucking me good and hard. I came again, moaned
wildly as my restrained body thrashed under him.

	A few minutes later, he pumped my pussy full with his juices.
He let himself go soft before pulling out and leaving again. Again I
was alone, left tied to the bed, my mouth gagged, and his come
dripping out of me.

	He did this three more time, throughout the day. Each time, he
fucked me, then left me. I slept a little between his visits, but not
much. Each time he returned, I moaned when he slid his shaft in, and
fucked with him as much as my secured body was allowed.

	By the time he screwed my for the last time and freed me, it
was evening. I lost count of how many times I came. And I was amazed
at how many times he came too. I found out later that between his
visits, he was reading dirty magazines and books, getting himself work
up.

	That night, I was sore, but a satisfied woman. His plastic
cuff worked well, holding me tight. The next day, he strapped my
wrists to my ankles and screwed me twice. It was great, squirming
under as he humped me.

	Well, from now on, when we go to hardware stores, while
looking at the ropes and chain they sell, I plan on looking for these
plastic ties, hoping to find nice long ones to be bound in.