Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

Prior to becoming acquainted with Dale, Judy had had no experience with bondage. In fact, she had never even heard of it. Dale introduced her to bondage quite slowly, and to their mutual delight Judy soon found it quite exciting to play the role of the trussed-up and completely helpless victim. After she moved in with Dale, weekend bondage sessions beginning on Friday evening after work became a regular practice with the two of them. During the past three years, Judy has acquired various costumes and items of clothing designed to emphasize her role as the helpless victim.

Although no two bondage sessions are alike, a typical bondage session took place one Friday evening after Dale had secured an important promotion at work. Before going to work that morning, he had as usual left detailed instructions for the type of costume Judy was to be wearing when he returned that evening. He was therefore in an expectant mood when he unlocked his door and stepped into the living room. As he expected, the lights were on but the room was deserted. "Come on, let's don't play hide and seek!" he called out in a pleasant voice.

It was a moment before July appeared, blushing prettily and looking rather meek and embarrassed. The comely blonde had dressed exactly in the manner he had instructed: skin-hugging white cashmere sweater worn over a black brassiere, brief, black leather miniskirt that barely covered her hips and which was hemmed to end a full two inches above her tautly suspendered black nylon stockings, slave anklet, and expensive black leather sandals with four-inch spike heels that left her slender feet steeply arched.

Teetering a little precariously on her spike heels, Judy self-consciously presented herself for inspection. Having been raised in a somewhat repressive atmosphere, she had never fully accommodated herself to Dale's exotic ideas about costuming, and often found herself exquisitely embarrassed when required to appear in front of him in such outfits. Dale whistled appreciatively as he looked her over, quickly noting the highlights. The outline of her black brassiere was fully visible beneath her white sweater, and he found the sight quite appealing. And although Judy self-consciously tugged at the hem of her brief leather skirt, she could not conceal the intriguing display of black stocking tops and milk-white thighs. Her long, full, and shapely legs were almost breath-catching in the black stockings and high-heeled sandals.

"Please, Dale!" Judy protested, blushing warmly beneath her heavy makeup. "Don't you think this outfit is a little extreme?"

"You look great!" Dale assured her. "I'm really in the mood to put you through your paces this evening!"

Judy gulped noticeably and her knees buckled slightly. "Now, please, don't be too hard on me!" she spoke in an unconvincing manner. "Don't you want your dinner first?"

Dale shook his head. "No. Why don't we go out for a late dinner afterwards? I'm anxious to get started!"

"All right," Judy answered meekly, looking rather alarmed as Dale stepped toward her.

Dale gave her leather-clad bottom a familiar smack with his bare hand.

"Let's go into the bedroom, young lady!" he ordered as if he were speaking to a naughty child.

Looking reluctant and keeping her eyes demurely averted, Judy quietly accompanied him to the bedroom. From past experience, she knew that she would be given no advance notice of what was in store for her and that any suggestions from her would not be appreciated. Since no two sessions were ever alike, she always had to contend with the fear of the unknown.

"Put your gloves on," Dale instructed as soon as they entered the bedroom. He pointed to the long, black kid gloves lying on the dresser.

Judy slowly began working the gloves on and required some assistance from him to get the job done. The skin-tight gloves covered her elbows and reached nearly to the short sleeves of her white sweater. The black leather gloves made a striking contrast with her white sweater, and made her bondage costume all the more appealing.

"Put your hands out, palms and forearms together!" Dale instructed.

Judy obeyed in a somewhat tentative manner, watching closely to see what would happen next. Taking a length of white clothesline rope, Dale quickly tied her wrists and forearms together in a tight but unrestricting manner. Although her gloved fingers were free to move about, Judy could see that escape was impossible.

"Dale, I wish you'd tell me what..", Judy's voice trailed off as he shot her a warning glance.

"You know what happens to girls who talk too much!" he reminded her.

"Please, Dale! Not a helmet!" Judy pleaded, already suspecting that it was too late to save her blond head from one of his discipline helmets.

Dale walked over to the closet to pick out a leather discipline helmet for his pretty girlfriend. He possessed several such helmets in various styles which he had acquired over a length of time. This time he selected a brown leather helmet which opened with a zipper down the back and had openings only for the mouth and nostrils. In addition, it was heavily padded at the ears to severely limit the wearer's hearing.

"Oh, please, Dale!" Judy pleaded in an urgent voice. "Please, not that!

It's so uncomfortable!"

Dale paid no attention to her pleas and in a moment Judy's blond head began to disappear into the brown leather helmet. Making sure that it was fitted into place properly and that her blond hair was gathered completely inside the helmet, Dale pulled the zipper to completely enclose her head within the helmet. The bizarre leather garment fit her head quite tightly, distinctly outlining her features. Completely deprived of all sight and normal hearing, Judy stood haplessly awaiting her ordeal.

Dale quickly produced a red rubber ball strung on a dowel stick with ropes at each end, and pressed it against Judy's lips. With a resigned sigh, Judy meekly opened her pretty mouth as far as she could to receive the unwelcome object. Without further ado, Dale shoved the rubber ball between her lips and teeth.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's moan of despair sounded low and faraway as the ball forced her jaws uncomfortably far apart.

Stepping behind her, Dale quickly and efficiently tied the two ropes firmly at the back of her neck, thereby forcibly implanting the gag in her mouth and making it impossible for her to voluntarily expel it.

Deprived of all sight, hearing, and the ability to communicate verbally, Judy stood meekly helmeted and gagged. Although the bizarre helmet totally concealed her pretty blond head, in some strange and exotic manner it seemed to make her all the more appealing.

Dale brought out a fifteen-foot length of clothesline rope and securely fastened one end of it to the bonds at Judy's wrists. Stepping up on the bed, he then worked the opposite end of the rope through a small hook in the ceiling. Stepping down to the floor, he slowly began pulling on the rope to take up the slack. Imprisoned in the private world created by the helmet, Judy had no idea what he was doing until she felt her arms being pulled upward. In a moment, Judy's arms were pulled out straight and Dale was beginning to feel her weight against the rope.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest through the gag, as her arms were pulled up quite uncomfortably and she found herself standing on her toes.

Making sure that Judy's spike heels were no longer in contact with the floor and that she was completely up on her toes, Dale quickly tied the rope to one of several hooks he had installed in the baseboard around the room.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy murmured through her gag, shaking her helmeted head in a negative manner in a futile effort to protest the decidedly uncomfortable position.

Dale paused for a moment to cast an appreciative glance at his attractive and totally helpless prisoner. Her long and shapely body strained to the utmost, the grotesquely helmeted and gagged young woman made a beautiful bondage subject. As she stood high on tiptoe, the lithe muscles in her long and gorgeous legs were stretched tautly and rippled beautifully beneath her black nylons. Dale could feel his excitement rising as his eyes moved from her helmeted head down to the visible outline of her black brassiere and then down to her long, nylon-clad legs.