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2/4/2012 9:47:58 AM

Ann and Me at the Weekend

 

I knocked on the door of Ann's house early on Saturday. She opened the
door wearing a simple skirt and blouse and looking great. We smiled at
each other as I stepped into the hall with my bag and closed the door
behind me. We silently embraced and kissed deeply. I hadn't seen her
for a week and we had both been looking forward to this weekend
tremendously.

As we parted Ann, without being told, turned to face the wall and
leaned her body against it, with her hands at shoulder height. I
brought a pair of handcuffs from my back pocket and snapped one round
her right wrist as I grasped her left. I bought her arms down together
behind her back and, with a practised motion, cuffed her other
wrist. She had the side of her head against the wall and was trying to
look back at me. From my other back pocket I pulled leg-cuffs. Not so
easy to handle, but they were soon snug around her ankles. I double
locked the cuffs and irons.

Ann was now restrained securely enough and I began a thorough search.
She cooperated, by twisting away from the wall as needed, whilst I ran
my hands over her body. She understood that this was not optional and
I would be as firm as was necessary. I manage to elicit just a little
gasp as I cupped her breast under her bra and later, when I reached
under her skirt I could tell that she was fully enjoying the
experience. She has long thick hair, which I carefully ran my fingers
through. I had been caught out before, by a hairclip or two neatly
hidden. A few months of practice meant she had become excellent at
escaping from normal handcuffs. Once satisfied I held her arm and
guided her along the hall to the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom I took a blindfold from my bag and put it on Ann. The blindfold was one I had made myself from a thick vinyl material. A triangular hole fitted over her nose and held the blindfold in place. It was completely effective. Next came a simple ball gag. As soon as the gag touched her lips Ann opened her mouth widely and obediently. Now was not the time for struggling. The gag rolled between her teeth and fully into her mouth. Again this was my own design and was was carefully crafted to fit snugly and effectively. Neither the blindfold or gagged were locked. But the cuffs were on and I would be watching her during the next few moments.

Ann has a great bed. It has a brass headboard and a metal frame with a
grid of wire to support the mattress. By lifting the mattress slightly
it's possible to wrap a rope or chain round the metal frame at any
point on any edge.

Ann stood quietly in the corner of the room as I fitted chains to the
bed. I know she enjoys the sound of the chain links being pulled over
the metal bar. Once the chains were firmly fixed I walked over to
Ann. She tensed as she heard me approach. I guided her over to the bed,
and helped her to lie down on her right side. I stood and looked at
her for a while as she lay there peacefully and beautifully. It took
iron will not to pounce on her there and then. But I gathered the will
to start securing her to the bed.

I pulled the chain linking the leg-cuffs down to the end of the bed
and padlocked it to a short chain there, so her ankles were pulled
together and down. Another chain was attached to one of the top
corners of the bed, the corner she was facing. I brought this chain
down to her neck, looped it around the back and locked in loosely in
front. The chains were short enough to make sure Ann would not be able
to draw her legs up or her body down. Finally I attached the link
chain of the handcuffs to a chain in the centre of the side behind
her. This pulled her arms back behind her. Not comfortable, but
secure. She was now immobilised in the centre of the bed. Apart from
being unable to escape she was also unable to pleasure herself. I had
a padlock left, so I locked the two leg cuffs together. Again I stood
and admired my handiwork and Ann's predicament.

After a few moments went over to her desk by the window and sat down
at Ann's computer. I started to write the account of this weekend. It
is always so much less frustrating to write it while Ann is nearby and
restrained.

Two hours went by quickly. For me at least. Ann had spent some of the
time straining at the chains, or trying to slip the cuffs. But had
soon become tired and resigned. I always found that a large gag
sapped some of the fight from her.

Early on in our relationship Ann most often escaped when I made a
mistake, or was distracted. Her secret weapon was her favourite short
white cotton jersey dress. I loved it because the shoulder straps were made
of two lengths of fabric tied together. I don't know who designed it,
but it was wonderful for our purposes. It was also showed off her slim
waist beautifully and had a short flared skirt.

On one occasion Ann was wearing this dress, as her only clothing, and
her hands were cuffed behind her, her only restraints. I was leading
her to the bottom of some stairs in order to lock her to the post
there; she didn't like the idea and managed to wrestle from my
grasp. She was barefoot and skipped lithely away. I had been intently
admiring her body in the dress, and only came to my wits as her cuffed
hands disappeared round a doorway. It was a friend's house and had a
large and cluttered sitting room. But it didn't take long for me to
find her kneeling on the floor behind one of the large armchairs. She
was bent over and the dress had ridden up to reveal her buttocks. I
instantly became enormously aroused and was rather rough as I pulled
her from the floor. I pushed her down over the arm of the chair and
used her for my pleasure. But, the brief chase had excited her too,
and she came quickly and strongly. Now she was subdued I had no
trouble forcing her back to the hall. I secured her to the post
sitting on the floor with her hands cuffed over her head behind the
post...

As I thought about these happy memories I suddenly realised that I had
lost track of time and Ann was making occasional mewing sounds. It was
time for a change.

I got up from the desk and stretched. Then I went to the bed, leaned
over Ann, undid the buckle of the gag and pulled it from her
mouth. The pillow was soaked, but as I leaned forward and kissed her on
the lips I felt the dryness in her mouth. As she worked her mouth I
removed the blindfold. Then I climbed onto the bed and sat astride
her. I undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it from the waist
band of her skirt. I pulled it from her shoulders and down her arms to
the cuffs. I loosened the left cuff of the blouse so it would have no
trouble passing over the handcuffs. Carefully I undid the handcuffs
from her right wrist and pulled the blouse off. As I did so I applied
enough weight with my body to hold her firmly and soon had her
re-cuffed, but without her blouse. Her bra was another favourite:
strapless. I unhooked it and carefully pulled it from her. This was
always one of my favourite moments. Ann was amazingly a little shy and
sometimes reluctant to initially expose her breasts. But she had a
fantastic figure. A strapless bra would not normally be practical for
her, she kept them just for this kind of escapade. As she lay there in
just a skirt and chains I ached for her. Composing myself I unzipped
the skirt and pulled it down passed the leg-cuffs and left it hanging
from the chain at the bottom of her bed. Next came her panties. These
I left round her ankles for the moment.

Now this beautiful woman was nude and chained. Completely at my mercy.

I reached again for my big bunch of keys and unlocked the padlock
securing the handcuffs to the bed chain. Still astride her I lifted
myself up slightly and rolled her onto her stomach. Then I placed a
zip tie round one of her wrists, and threaded another through it. I
then crossed her wrists and tightened the second tie around her other
wrist. Only then did I unlock and remove the handcuffs. With the cuffs
removed I tightened the zip ties more securely. I am sure she
appreciated my thoroughness. Next I removed her leg cuffs (along with
her panties) and secured her ankles using two zip ties and a short
length of chain. Finally I unlocked her neck chain and climbed off of
her. I helped her up from the bed and helped her into the
bathroom. The leg chain wasn't that short, but she was a little
unsteady from being restrained.

In the bathroom I stripped down for the next task. I made sure the
rubber mat was in place in the shower and then Ann and I got into the
shower cubicle together. For this task I prefer standard soap . I used
my hands to lather and clean Ann from tip to toe. The zip ties being
plastic and having no mechanism meant I could be as intense as I
wished. Every bit of her lovely skin was scrubbed thoroughly. Being
unable to resist I also used my mouth and tongue to check the vital
areas. This brought her quickly to orgasm, but she deserved it. I
washed her hair as well, using her normal shampoo and rinsed
everywhere using the shower head. Back in the bathroom proper I towel
dried her hair and body. Still in her bathing restraints I guided her
back to the bedroom so that now she was nice and clean I could put her
into her proper restraints for the rest of the day...


2/4/2012 9:46:59 AM

The Alley

 

You are walking down the alley they told you not to use. A dark tunnel, Jack the Ripper would be no stranger here. But you are tired and want the shortest route.

Lazy people are put to the most pain.

You walk past a door, old and rotten. You don't notice it. Why would you?

The door flies open. A man comes out. He is big. He grabs you. You always thought you would put up a fight. But you are a toy. He has the strength of a nightmare, the speed of a boxer. You are swept up and away. Though the door you fly. The door slams shut. Darkness falls.

You are thrown to the floor. The air is gone from your lungs. You pant and lift yourself up, half lying on your side half sitting-up. A light is turned on and the man is standing in front of you.

He is huge. In his hand he holds some tiny things. A hard rubber ball-gag, a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes lock onto them. Then up to his face. There is no mercy there.

The man is on you in a second. He grabs your hair and pulls hard. Shaken from the paralysis of shock you start to scream. The gag is force roughly into your mouth and silences you. You try to grab his arm, but it is like wood. He ignores you as the catch snaps shut behind your head. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind you. One huge hand grasps your wrists together as he snaps the handcuffs on. They are hard, cold, and tight.

For a moment he is not touching you. You lay on the flagstone floor. Handcuffed. You are freezing. Your clothes are designed to attract men, not protect you from the cold night and stone.

Then his weight is on your legs. Your ankles are slim and another pair of handcuffs are soon on them. As you start to realise all hope is gone a thick black bag is pulled over your head and tight round your neck. You are blind and isolated in a instant.

The man stands for a moment. You do nothing. There is no point in struggling. It is all too late.

You are lifted from the floor. Not like a bride about to be carried over the threshold, but like a sack. Over his shoulder you go. He walks quickly. You are beyond helpless. He could drop you. He could do anything.

The man descends some stairs. You try to be still: you don't want him to lose his grip. You are carried for a while then put down on the floor again. The man moves away and a heavy door is closed.

You lie there on the floor on your side. The pairing of the gag and the bag makes it difficult to breathe. You gnaw at the gag. Drool squeezes past the ball and begins to soak the bag. Your wrists hurt. The cuffs are too tight: your hands are numb now. The slightest chance of escape lies beyond hope. If the man leaves you too long like this you will be damaged. Your only chance is that he wants more from you.

After a long time the man returns. He reaches down and begins to strip you, cutting and ripping the clothes from your body. There is no haste to it. It is quick and efficient.

He removes the handcuffs. Your hands burn as feeling returns to them. The bag is heavy, soaked and cold now. You move your hands to your neck, but they are still useless and the bag is tightly fastened. The man watches you. He is pleased. He removes the cuffs from your ankles.
You are naked and unrestrained except for the bag and gag, but there is nothing you can do. You hear the man moving while you sit on the floor waiting.

The man starts to handle you. You try to comply, but it is impossible, as you cannot see, and don't know what he is doing. He puts a cold metal loop around your wrist. It's closed by a metal bar that slides across the opening of the loop. There are more loops for your ankles, another for your other wrist. The same bar joints them all, so now all your limbs are held awkwardly together. You sit on the floor in a strange hunched position.

The man removes the hood. Your eyes widen over the gag as you see what he is holding. He smiles. Now you understand fear.

The man uncoils the whip. A hard, black, leather handle. A long thin black tail. He flicks the whip and you cry out into the gag...



2/2/2012 3:27:33 AM

Story: Nightwork

 

You are sleeping soundly. A man creeps into your house. He moves silently: this is not the first time he has done this. You are in bed with a sheet over you. You are nude under the sheet. The man enters your bedroom. He holds a cloth over your mouth and nose. Lightly. You drift gently from sleep to unconsciousness.

The man pulls the sheet from you. He must work quickly as the drug is not strong. But, he cannot help but pause to look at you. So beautiful.

You wrists are crossed and tied behind your back. Then your arms above the elbows are tied as well. The ropework is neat and effective. A rope harness is tied around your breasts and torso. It's unnecessary, but the man enjoys his work. Even in your drugged state your nipples harden. The man has chosen well.

Now you are rolled onto your back. Your ankles are tied to a long bar. Your legs are spread wide apart. A leather blindfold is fitted. Small but artfully designed it cuts out all light.

A leather collar is fitted round your slim neck. It's wide and heavy. The final humiliation. Rings hang from it, and a leash is fixed to one. The leash is tied to the bed.

You start to stir. Then wake suddenly. You can't see or move. You are cold with fear. A hand is on your body. Running over your stomach. You scream, but a hand covers your mouth.

You are told to be quiet. Or you will be left here tied up alone. For ever.

A wad of leather is forced into your mouth. It part of a large gag that covers your lips. A pity to hide them. The man tightens the buckle of the gag over your mouth.

The gag is airtight. Your nostrils flare as your body's demand oxygen in its panicked state.

The man's hands are on your body. He strokes your soft smooth skin and grasps your breasts. He licks and bites your nipples. Your body has surrendered. You nipples are erect. And as the man slides his hand up the inside your thigh he finds you wet and ready to receive him. He slips his fingers inside you smoothly and you arch up to press against his palm.

He licks you there too. You struggle, but cannot help moaning with pleasure. He licks and probes. The bar holds your legs wide apart so you cannot resist. You have no reason not to enjoy it and you orgasm hard, crying out through the gag.

Your struggles subside and the man stands up to admire your sweat soaked body.

He leaves the room and the house. You are alone and tied. Helpless and weak.

...

After a while you begin to bite the gag. If you can get it off you can scream for help. But it is deep in your mouth and seals against your face and lips. You bite hard on the plug, but it is leather over something hard and resilient. You cannot scream.

Your wrists are tied firmly. The rope above your elbows prevents you from twisting and pulling. You are on your back so your own weight helps to hold you. Your ankles are wide apart: you cannot roll over. Pulling at the bar you find it is tied to the bed as well as your ankles. The leash too is short and secure. You are helpless.

...


Later the man returns. He unties your ankles from the bar and then pulls them together. Your ankles are tied tightly together. The rope passes between them, so the loops around them are tight and unforgiving. He ties your legs above your knees. Not so tightly though. Perhaps he is merciful. The leash is unclipped from the collar.

Reaching under your legs and back the man lifts you from the bed. He turns with you in his arms. You can do nothing. He lowers you.

Into a box. It's small. Your feet go in first. As you are handled the ropes move on your body. Your are afraid but again your nipples harden. The man smiles. Your knees are forced up to your chin. The ropes above your knees tighten. All the ropes are tight. The box isn't small - its tiny.

The ring on the collar, your collar now, is locked to another ring on the wall of the box. There is no need for this. You are already helpless. Your head rests on the side of the box as the lid closes above you. It makes a muffled thud. Even through the blindfold it seems to get darker. It is silent in the box. The lid is locked. Two locks. You feel them click rather than hear them. The walls of the box are too thick.

It's hot.

The box lurches. It's being loaded onto a trolley.

The box moves, out of your room and down the corridor. Someone holds the door open for him as the man wheels the box out of the building. It's loaded into the back of a van and he drives away...


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 Age: 25
 Junction City, Oregon