Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

"The scenery was breathtaking and I fell in love with the area immediately. Ken and Nancy are only about four years my senior, so we had lots in common, Nancy is a leggy honey blonde who's very pretty and has a really eye-catching figure. She worked as an airline stewardess with an international line before getting married, so she knows her way around. Ken's family is quite wealthy and the two of them live on their own private estate in an extremely large house. In fact, you might call it a mansion. That of course meant they had plenty of room for me. The first few days there was plenty to keep me busy: horseback riding, swimming, sunning, and so on. Either Ken or Nancy or usually both of them were with me most of the time.

"However, I soon began to notice that Ken and Nancy bad a habit of slipping off to a small guesthouse that was located some distance from the main house. Although it was obvious what they were up to, I was still rather puzzled about what was so special about the guesthouse.

After all, presumably they could have done the same thing in their own bedroom.

"This continued for several days, and I must admit that my curiosity began to get the best of me. One evening I noticed the two of them slipping away right at dusk, and couldn't resist the temptation to follow them. After giving them a few minutes' head start, I walked down the path that led to the guesthouse. It had grown quite dark and I had no fear of being accidentally discovered. When I came closer to the guesthouse, I could see that a light was on and that one of the windows was wide open. When I got close enough to the guesthouse to take a peek inside, believe me, I had to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming with surprise! It was one of those scenes that you might read about or see in a movie, but it wasn't anything you'd expect to see in real life.

"Wearing only a pair of dark-brown nylons and a garter belt, Nancy was strung up by her hands to a hook in the ceiling! She was nearly off the ground, her entire body straining and her long blond hair flowing down her bare back. Ken, stripped to his shorts, was standing behind her and to her left, and was putting a leather strap to her bare buttocks!!

"I could hardly believe my own eyes. On the surface, you would never dream that those two would go in for something like that. Completely stunned by what I was watching, I stood there looking on as Ken continued applying that strap to her hips. With each application, Nancy jerked almost spasmodically and, throwing back her head, would utter a cry that mingled pain with definite excitement. It was readily apparent that she was thoroughly enjoying the bizarre abuse he was inflicting upon her.

"That strapping just seemed to go on and on. Although Nancy's buttocks soon became a flaming scarlet and every muscle in her body must have been aching from being stretched out like that, she never once complained or asked to be spared. From time to time, I caught sight of her face and, though she was sobbing and her distress was quite apparent, it was obvious that she was wildly excited. Ken never seemed to let up with the strap. It was apparent from the hefty bulge in his shorts that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had seemed like such a pleasant and bland fellow that it seemed almost impossible that he would be capable of inflicting such pain on a woman.

"To my own astonishment, I found my own excitement rising as I watched that bizarre scene. I tried to imagine what it must be like to be in Nancy's position with the strap being put to me unmercifully by a well-built and thoroughly aroused male. I kept glancing at the bulge in Ken's shorts and wishing there was some way for me to get in on the act.

"Nancy's pretty buttocks were fire-engine-red when Ken finally tossed the strap aside. She was sobbing and begging him for sex in a highly aroused, almost abandoned, manner. It was hard to imagine that such severe mistreatment could have excited her that much, but there was no doubt that she was simply carried away.

"Biting my nails, I watched as Ken stripped off his shorts. Boy, was he ever built! He stepped up behind her and grabbed her roughly, pulling her helpless body toward him. Although I couldn't see distinctly, it was apparent from Nancy's earsplitting screams that he was impaling her anal canal on that thick pole of his! The very idea made my knees get weak under me. Sobbing and crying out with exclamations that mixed pain and excitement, Nancy writhed sensuously as he stood behind her pumping vigorously. As they twisted about, I could see that sturdy red muscle pumping in the crevice of her buttocks. It was a horrifying yet fascinating sight, and I found myself getting wet between the legs at the thought of being in Nancy's place. The pain she was enduring must have been excruciating, but it was quite obvious that she really wanted it that way.

"When their spasms and loud gasps made it apparent that they bad both achieved an orgasm, I decided that it was time for me to slip away. I was shaking like a leaf from what I had seen and, deciding that I couldn't possibly face them that evening at least, I retired to my room for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't take that bizarre sight out of my mind for anything. It was so exciting, so compelling, that I kept thinking about it. Feeling a little juvenile, I found myself masturbating and soon reached a warm, wet climax.

"I finally drifted off to sleep afterward, but the next day I couldn't help thinking about what I had seen. It was all so bizarre and different from anything I had ever experienced that my curiosity was simply overwhelming. For some reason, I knew I wanted to at least experiment with it. Although I naturally had grave reservations about what I was doing, that afternoon I confessed to Nancy that I had seen everything the previous evening.

"She looked quite surprised and embarrassed, but then laughed when I remarked that I wished some of my boyfriends would treat me that way. We started talking about it and she explained in considerable detail about how the two of them were ardent bondage devotees. She added that an entire room in their house had been set aside as a secret bondage chamber, but that they had been using the guesthouse during my visit because they were afraid that they would be overheard in the house.

"By this time, I was just dying to see that bondage chamber and also wanted to get some experience myself. I admitted as much to Nancy, who seemed quite surprised but pleased. Explaining that they had never had an outsider participate in their sessions before, she indicated that she was sure that Ken would have no objection.

"Of course, as might be expected, Ken didn't have the slightest objection. In fact, he decided that it was time to initiate me right then and there! He and Nancy held a brief conversation, and then she asked me to accompany her to their bedroom. On the way, she explained that Ken wanted us both to be dressed in fetish-style outfits for the occasions Deciding that it would be better not to ask any questions, I went along with the idea.

"In their large bedroom, Nancy began showing me part of their extensive collection of leather and rubber apparel and boots. I had seen some pictures of garments like that, but had never realized that individuals actually had collections of them. I would liked to have spent some time examining them, but Nancy explained that Ken could get quite impatient if we made him wait.

"At Nancy's suggestion, I dressed in a basic outfit consisting of black nylon panties, matching garter belt, and sheer black nylons. Omitting a bra, I put on a skimpy leather halter that left my midriff bare and showed considerable cleavage. With this, I wore a very abbreviated black leather skirt that failed to cover my stocking tops. With some assistance from Nancy, I then put on full-length kid gloves that fit me like a second skin. Finally, Nancy brought out a pair of spike-heel knee-length black leather boots that were laced all the way up in front.