Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

Arthur trembled noticeably as he listened to the threatening words, but she gave him no time to reply.

"Come along!" the comely dominatrix ordered. "You have to crawl, of course! Let's go!"

Yanking on the leash, she started leading him from the room. Shackled and wearing the shameful panties, Arthur felt a mixture of excitement and humiliation as she led him on all fours. Gazing at her pencil-thin spike heels, steeply arched feet, and shapely, nyloned calves, he was a willing prisoner.

Eleanor led him into the spare bedroom of her apartment, which had been set aside as a bondage studio. The room was done in black leather, and numerous bondage devices, some of them quite bizarre, were strung on hooks on two of the four walls. The third wall held an oversize mirror.

Hooks and similar devices were attached to the ceiling. Arthur's eyes widened with surprise as he suddenly found himself in the strange and terrifying surroundings. Almost instinctively, he tried to pull back, but Eleanor gave him a firm yank on the leash and forced him into the room.

"Come in here, slave!" Eleanor demanded. The dominatrix picked up a three-foot slender switch and slashed it vigorously across his pantie-clad buttocks.

"Ow!" Arthur yelped with surprise and pain as the lithe switch cut smartly through the thin material of the panties.

"You'll get some more of that if you try to resist me!" Eleanor warned in a menacing voice. Yanking firmly on the leash, she pulled Arthur toward the middle of the room.

Cowering on all fours, Arthur took a quick look around the bizarre room to examine the various bondage devices that were on display. He realized that some of them might be employed on him that very evening and involuntarily shuddered as Eleanor closed the door to the torture room.

They both knew that she could do anything she wanted to with him and that he would simply have to suffer the consequences. Her contemptuous, malevolent glare as she gazed down at him made it all too evident that she was going to enjoy making him suffer.

Eleanor walked over to a dresser and picked up a device that resembled a pear. It was in fact a chokepear, an efficient and extremely uncomfortable gagging device. The choke-pear consisted of two halves of solid rubber held together by a metal mechanism at the large end. The mechanism controlled a concealed inner spring which, when released, would force the two halves of the pear apart inside the wearer's mouth.

The spring was quite powerful and could not be controlled by the victim.

"Open your mouth, slave!" Eleanor demanded, dangling the pear in front of his mouth.

"Please, don't!" Arthur pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Slash! Eleanor brought her switch down against his bare back with a nasty slash.

"Ow!" Arthur gasped as the switch cut into his flesh. Suspicious and reluctant but not really suspecting what the choke-pear could accomplish, Arthur submissively opened his mouth. Eleanor quickly popped the pear between his teeth and adjusted the mechanism to release the spring. As the choke-pear suddenly flew open in his mouth, pushing his jaws painfully far apart, Arthur jerked as if a sudden jolt of electricity had been sent through him. Making animal-like sounds of pain and distress, he frantically clawed at his mouth with his manacled hands in an effort to expel the painful object.

"Take your hands away this instant!" Eleanor demanded, slashing at his bare hands with her switch. Stung by the painful cuts across his hands, Arthur reluctantly lowered his them. His face distorted by the expanded choke-pear in his mouth and unable to speak in an intelligible manner, Arthur mutely appealed with his eyes for release from the uncomfortable object. But the cruel smile she flashed him in reply told him there would be no mercy from her.

Without wasting any effort, the bizarre dominatrix lowered a rope from a mechanical pulley in the ceiling and fastened it securely to his handcuffs. She then flicked the switch that activated the mechanical pulley and Arthur found himself slowly but surely being pulled in an upward direction. Eleanor could not refrain from smiling at the wild look of alarm on his face as he realized what was happening to him. She had deliberately arranged things so that he was facing the full-length mirror that adorned one wall and could therefore observe his own ascent.

It wasn't long before he was on his feet with his arms being pulled high over his head. His muscles straining, Arthur began to wonder how much more he could stand. Watching him carefully and thoroughly enjoying the discomfort she was inflicting on him, Eleanor did not turn off the switch until Arthur was standing on his tiptoes with every muscle in his body stretched to the utmost.

Observing his own torment in the mirror, Arthur could hardly believe what was happening to him. Yet he found it strangely exciting to be trussed up so helplessly in the bizarre bondage chamber of that buxom and attractive dominatrix. He could see her in the mirror, standing slightly behind him and observing him with a mixture of amusement and contempt. It seemed plain to Arthur that she hated men intensely and wouldn't stop at anything to humiliate or hurt them.

With her new male slave reduced to total helplessness, Eleanor decided to torment him all the more by partially disrobing. She loved to tantalize her helpless male victims by flaunting her voluptuous body in front of them, forcing them to watch, and denying them the feminine charms so provocatively displayed before their very eyes. Deliberately standing behind him so that he could only watch her in the mirror, Eleanor began unfastening her blouse. Arthur's eyes widened as he watched the blouse opening in front to reveal a well-filled black brassiere. Eleanor slowly removed the blouse completely and draped it over the back of a chair. Next, she unfastened her black leather skirt and gracefully stepped out of it. She was wearing a skimpy pair of black panties and matching garter belt.

Clad only in her arm-length black kid gloves, black brassiere, panties, garter belt, sheer black nylon stockings, and skyscraper high heels, Eleanor paused for a moment just to tantalize her trussed-up masculine victim. Forced to look at her through the mirror, Arthur gazed with fascination at her lush, scantily clad figure. Forgetting for a moment the discomfort he was experiencing, he drank in her wide but smooth white shoulders, steeply pointed black brassiere, narrow waist, plump pantie-clad hips, and full but shapely, nylon-clad legs.

Reaching behind her, Eleanor unfastened her brassiere and began removing it. Arthur's eyes widened as the two plump mounds tumbled from the black cups of the brassiere, jouncing saucily in front of his eyes at their sudden freedom. The boldness she displayed in flaunting her voluptuous figure in front of him was a vivid reminder to Arthur that he was totally helpless and at her mercy. Arthur watched as if hypnotized as she hooked her gloved fingers into the waistband of her black panties at each side, and with deliberate slowness began pulling down the wispy garment. Watching intently in the mirror, Arthur saw the triangle of luxuriantly rich brown hair slowly come into view. Eleanor was proud of the thick, almost shaggy, growth of brown hair between her legs, and loved to torment her masculine victims with it in various ways.

Tossing the panties aside, Eleanor paused for a moment behind him to give him a view of her voluptuous figure. Clad only in her long black gloves, garter belt, black nylon hose, and high heels, she created an almost blinding effect on her helplessly trussed-up victim. Gazing at her plump, pink-tipped breasts and the lush triangle of brunette hair between her legs, Arthur was willing to serve her any way she demanded regardless of the humiliation and pain she might exact as her price.