Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

Another woman described her husband's bondage-fellatio technique as follows: "When my husband decides that a bondage session is in order for me, I must dress only in bra, panties, garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels. Dressed like that and carrying some clothesline rope for him to tie me up with, I have to report to the living room. My hands and elbows are tied tightly behind my back and my legs are tied at the ankle and knee, leaving me completely helpless.

"I am then placed face-down over a rather long wooden coffee table with my head extending over one end. My husband then sits on a hassock in front of me so that my head is in his lap where I can fellate him. He likes to stretch these sessions out as long as possible, making me use every trick in the book with my mouth and tongue to please him. He keeps his hands on my head so that he can maneuver me as he wishes.

"Believe it or not, I really enjoy being tormented like that. To me, being tied up completely helpless and having my mouth filled with that bone-hard thing of his is terribly exciting. We both enjoy seeing how far I can take it in, and it gets pretty rugged at times. Yes, I always take his climax in my mouth. In fact, he likes for me to leave it in afterward until it really begins to go soft."

The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that bondage serves to relieve inhibitions only upon the part of the female partner.

In fact, many men find that they are able to perform much more adequately sexually when their female partner is in bondage. "My wife and I are both ardent bondage fans," reports one man. "I can be dead tired but the sight of her in scanty attire and tied up in some manner can always get me going."

The following case histories will illustrate the bondage practices of some modern married couples.

Case History No. 5

Sheila and Bryan L. are a married couple living in the Cleveland area. A college graduate of thirty, Bryan is a civil engineer. Sheila is a pretty honey blonde of twenty-seven who works as a fashion coordinator.

She has an excellent figure and was a finalist in the Miss Ohio contest several years ago. The two of them have been married for three years.

"Bryan got me started on bondage before we were married," Sheila related. "At first, it was just mild things such as tying my hands behind my back when we were alone together in his car. It was a completely new experience for me, of course, and while it was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing at first, I soon began to find it enjoyable and a little exciting.

"It soon became something of a regular thing for me to be restrained in some manner when we were out on dates together. Some of it was just in fun, of course. For example, sometimes he would take me to a drive-in restaurant with my hands tied behind my back. Despite my protests, he would leave me tied up and would feed me by hand himself. Of course, that always made me feel like a helpless baby.

"And of course sex was involved. When my hands were tied behind me, he always made sure that my skirt was up so that my pantyhose were well on display. Naturally, there was nothing I could do to keep his hands from roaming, and I invariably wound up blushing hotly and having my clothes in complete disarray. Although I'm not exactly the inhibited type, I still found that it was even more exciting to be helpless and unable to resist his advances. Compared with some of the dates I had had, it was nice to feel that I was with a fellow who knew how to master a woman.

"The first time we went all the way together, it was sort of an accident. By that I mean neither of us had actually planned for it to happen that way. it was a warm summer day and we had gone on a picnic together in a rather isolated wooded area near where I lived at the time. I remember that I was wearing just a brief halter, white short shorts, and sandals. Bryan had put some lengths of rope in the picnic basket, and after lunch persuaded me to let him tie me up. He put me in a standing position against the trunk of a tree, tying my wrists together behind me and wrapping the ends of the rope around the trunk of the tree. He then tied my torso to the tree just above and just below my halter, making the ropes quite tight and putting just enough pressure on my breasts to make me squirm a little.

"I guess he had been planning to tie my legs together, but things never got quite that far. I could see that he had a pretty big lump in his pants, and apparently the sight of me all trussed up and vulnerable like that finally got to him. Anyway, the next thing I knew he was unbuttoning my shorts! Of course, I screamed and protested, as any girl would under the circumstances. Remember that it was broad daylight and there was a possibility that anyone could have come upon us.

"Well, despite my screams and protests, I was quickly deprived of my shorts, and there I stood blushing in a very skimpy pair of white panties. I begged Bryan to replace my shorts for me, but instead he promptly began lowering my panties! Of course, I nearly died at that.

Screaming and just begging him not to do such a thing to me, I just had to stand there and watch as my panties came down my legs, right off me, and into Bryan's pocket. There I stood, wearing only my halter and sandals!

"Of course, you know what happened next. Despite my blushes, screams, protests, and frantic efforts to break loose, I didn't have a chance.

Bryan didn't waste a second getting his pants open, and of course it was standing straight up. Just as if I were some kind of animal, he shoved his hands between my legs and jerked them apart, lifting me right off my feet until my thighs were parallel with the ground. He then stepped between my legs and sat me down on it, real hard!

"Oh, was that ever wild! Of course it was rape, although that word didn't specifically occur to me at the time. Trussed-up like that, I couldn't do a thing to protect myself, and wound up crying and begging Bryan to have mercy on me. He had his hands under my hips by this time and kept moving me up and down, while at the same time vigorously pumping his own hips.

"I was soon nearly out of breath and almost in hysterics. But for some reason, being trussed-up like that and taken in such a brutal, almost savage, manner was wildly exciting. Despite my tears and pleas for mercy, I could feel myself getting more worked up by the moment. It hurt and my whole body ached, but I loved it. I remember thinking that someone might discover us like that and would obviously think that Bryan was raping me, but that thought just seemed to make it all the more exciting.

"We both came to a climax in a short time, and I think my own orgasm was even more intense than his. Bryan was a little sheepish afterward, but I quickly assured him that I really loved it no matter how I had carried on. Of course, after that experience we were really into bondage as a form of erotic foreplay. I started reading up on it so that I could know as much about it as Bryan.

"We began collecting bondage equipment of various types, and I began to experiment with various costumes. Partly I suppose because of that first experience-both of us have a strong preference for outdoor bondage scenes. We have a weekend cottage some miles from town, and we like to get there as often as we can for a bondage weekend. There are some excellent bondage props in the cottage, but we prefer to get outdoors as much as possible. Not only are outdoor scenes attractive, but there's always the possibility that someone will discover us-which I always find very exciting."

Like many bondage fans, Sheila and Bryan like to photograph some of their sessions. Sheila showed me a set of eight outdoor photos taken of her during a recent weekend at their cottage. The photos were so much better than commercially available photos that one could tell at a glance that the two of them were genuine bondage enthusiasts.