Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

"We've had several interesting episodes with that dunking stool," Carol related. "In fact, the latest occurred just last Saturday and in broad daylight. I had just returned from a shopping trip where I had had my hair done for a party we were going to that night. It was a warm day and I was wearing a light but form-fitting summer dress, beige hose, and white pumps.

"As soon as I got home, Jim called me out to the backyard. When I saw that dunking stool in position at the side of the pool, I knew only too well what he had in mind. Of course, I tried to beg off, telling him among other things that it would simply ruin my new hairdo. But when he has his mind made up on something like that, there really isn't much point arguing with him, and I soon found myself seated in that chair.

"As usual, he tied me securely to the chair with various clothesline ropes. My wrists and arms were tied to the arms of the chair, while my ankles and knees were tied to the front legs of the chair. To make it more embarrassing for me and interesting for him, my dress and white slip were gathered up to the tops of my legs-leaving stocking tops, garters, and bare thighs completely on display. Of course, I kept pleading with him to spare me at least until the party was over, but he wasn't even listening.

"The next thing I knew the chair was swinging out over the water and, as usual, I was squealing as loud as I could. After pausing for a moment to torment me, he simply released the chair and I went down like a rock. In nothing flat, I was totally immersed in the water. Oh, is that ever a horrible feeling to be trapped down there like that! Although I know Jim isn't going to let me drown, it's still almost impossible to keep from panicking when you're so helpless like that. As usual, Jim left me down there about as long as I could stand it, and I thought my lungs were going to burst before I finally felt the chair being lifted. Finally I emerged from the water, totally soaked of course and feeling very much like a drowned rat. Needless to say, my new hairdo was totally in ruins.

"Jim let me sit there at the side of the pool for a few minutes still tied in that chair. Soaking wet and with my skirts still pulled up over my nylons, I know I made quite a sight. Jim, who thinks that there is nothing more appealing than a girl who is soaking wet and tied up at the same time, couldn't take his eyes off me and I knew the session was far from over.

"Finally, Jim untied me from the chair and I got to my feet. With my light dress and slip soaked clear through like that, naturally you could see everything. Sloshing water in my shoes, I walked into the house with Jim following from the rear where he could enjoy the view. Leaving a damp trail as I went, I made it to the family room bath where Jim had me peel off everything except my garter belt and stockings.

"Still damp and shivering, I stood there trying hard not to complain as he fastened a wide leather dog collar around my neck. There was an extra-long slim leather leash attached to the collar, and from past experience I knew what that meant. He passed the leash under my legs and brought it up quite firmly right between the crevice of my buttocks, and as a result I found myself standing up on my toes. Believe me, that is a very uncomfortable and humbling way for a girl to be forced-marched to the main bedroom. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the full-length hall mirror. Oh, what a sight I made! Long-legged and looking even longer-legged on my toes like that, wearing only garter belt and hose, with that humiliating collar and strap doing their meanest-I still blush just thinking about it.

"In the bedroom, I soon found myself supine and spread-eagled on the bed with my wrists and ankles tied securely to the bedposts. Jim quickly hooked up an electric vibrator he often likes to use on me, and it didn't take him long to get it firmly fitted into my vagina. The speed of the vibrator can be regulated within quite a range, and he started it out nice and low. In a moment, I was beginning to squirm and twist quite nicely.

"He quickly peeled off his clothes and jumped on the bed astride me. In a moment he was leaning over me, allowing his thing to dangle against my face. It was partially hard to begin with, and it didn't take him long to get a good erection. I opened my mouth and began working the tip in.

I like to do it nice and slow, with plenty of tongue-flicking, and I could tell that he appreciated it. He was working the vibrator adjuster with his hand, and he turned it up a notch.

"He let me work it into my mouth at my own speed. He's pretty well built down there and it's always a real mouthful to manage at first. By pausing at various stages, I managed to get it in very deep, the way he likes it. Once again he turned the vibrator up a notch and waited for a few moments while I got accustomed to having my mouth filled like that.

Finally, I turned my head from side to side under him, letting him know that I was ready for him to begin stroking.

"Turning up the vibrator to make me squirm all the more, he slowly began pumping back and forth atop me. I always love this type of double assault when I'm completely helpless like that, and I was soon wriggling and moaning under him. He took his time about it, but gradually I could feel the strokes becoming faster and the penetration deeper. Every few seconds he would turn the vibrator up a little more, and soon had me pumping my pelvis with regular movements.

"Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and simply went wild! Moaning and making all kinds of animal noises, I flopped around under him as much as I could and sucked like crazy on that rock-hard stick of his. He was thrusting for-ward, hard, with each stroke, really jamming it in me nearly to my throat. That hurt, but the pain just turned me on all the more. He waited until the very last moment before turning the vibrator up to full speed. That really made me jerk around under him, and I braced myself for what I knew was going to be a real load in the mouth.

He thrust forward with one final ram and I could feel the jets of warm fluid splashing against the back of my mouth. With that vibrator going full blast and his thing popping off deep inside my mouth, I felt totally conquered, completely overwhelmed. That's just the feeling I need to really set me off and I went off like a string of firecrackers.

"That's a sample of the type of bondage fun and games that Jim and I go in for. As you can see, we like costuming, dunking, bondage, and of course plenty of wild sex."

Case History No. 7

Doris and Larry W. have been married for fifteen years and both are in their late thirties. Doris is a brunette of medium height, pleasantly buxom without being overblown, who looks much younger than her actual age. The two of them live in a suburb of Chicago, where Larry works as a salesman. They are both confirmed bondage fans and have been so as long as they can remember.

"My husband and I get a little amused when we hear the under-thirty crowd acting as if they invented kinky sex," comments Doris. "My husband and I have been confirmed bondage fans, or you might more accurately say bondage-spanking fans, since our marriage fifteen years ago. And, I might add, we're just as much interested in it today as we ever were.

With us, it's a way of life and we wouldn't think of changing."

In their relationship, Larry plays the dominant role. "I grew up in a home where the male was boss, but definitely," explains Doris. "My father kept my sister and me in line with spankings even when we were in our late teens and early twenties. Of course, you have to remember that this was nearly twenty years ago when things weren't so permissive as they are today, and in those days we weren't the only girls who got our bottoms warmed when we needed it.

"Those spankings were never any laughing matter either. They were always completely bare-bottom affairs, even when we were fully grown, which often meant unhooking stockings and lowering our girdles as well as our panties. Dad used his hand and an old-fashioned leather razor strap, and never stopped until the physical evidence persuaded him that we had learned our lesson. That meant flaming-red, burning-hot buttocks that stayed glowing hot for hours afterward.