Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

"After this he left me for a moment and went over to Nancy, who was only a few feet away but outside of the range of my vision. I heard a loud moan from her plus the sound of cloth ripping, which made me think that her panties were being cut away the same as mine had been. I began to hear a low buzzing sound, but it wasn't until I heard Nancy's moans that I knew he was tormenting her with a vibrator.

"When he finally returned to me, I shuddered and then froze in horror when I noticed that he was carrying a lighted candle! But there wasn't a thing I could do to defend myself and in a moment that candle was sticking upward out of my vagina! You can just imagine what a grotesque sight I presented lashed to the cross like that with that candle flickering between my legs!

"Standing back to admire his handiwork for a moment, Ken left me suspended in that bizarre and somewhat frightening manner as he returned to Nancy. Once again I heard the vibrator and her moans that mingled discomfort with excitement. Although I wondered how much more of this bizarre torment and abuse I could endure, I must admit that it was wickedly exciting. That hard candle forcing my vagina] walls apart constantly felt like a sturdy phallus, and I found myself working my pelvis with coital-like movements.

"Ken returned and knelt on a small bench right in front of my face. This left his stiff thing parallel with my face, and there was nothing I could do but submit as he began tormenting my face and throat with it!

Maneuvering it with his hand, he rubbed the tip against my throat, chin, cheeks, lips, eyes, and forehead while I moaned with excitement and deep sexual humiliation. I was beginning to realize how exquisitely exciting it could be to be subjected to sexual abuse, and I'm sure it was quite apparent to him that his new bondage convert was one highly aroused young woman.

"He left me for a moment to attend to Nancy, but quickly returned.

Without giving me a moment to try to catch my breath, he removed the candle from my vagina but promptly replaced it with a large vibrator.

Turning the vibrator on for a moment, he watched for a moment as I simply had to writhe and squirm with that phallic object constantly vibrating against the expanded walls of my vagina. Once again he knelt on the small bench in front of me and started tormenting my face with his hard penis once again. By this time, I was really going wild and was nearly dying to take it into my mouth as far as I could. He finally removed my gag and almost instantly inserted his bone-hard muscle into my opened mouth. It was so big it hurt, but I loved it! Although every muscle in my body was aching, that vibrator in my vagina and that big cock in my mouth were driving me crazy. I was sucking with loudly audible slurping sounds and he began pumping back and forth with regular and firm strokes. I could almost feel him ready to explode in my mouth.

Suddenly that warm sticky fluid began spurting into my mouth in erratic jets, giving me quite a mouthful. At about the same time, I started going off with a multiple orgasm that was simply out of this world. My entire body jerked and writhed against the bonds that held me lashed to that cross, and I began to realize the thrill of being a helpless bondagette. He made no effort to draw back from me and I willingly kept it in my mouth, trying to suck all I could out of it. The waves of my orgasm had barely begun to subside when I realized that I wanted a lot more of this bizarre, offbeat sex!

"That was my initiation to bondage, and I suppose that it almost goes without saying that the three of us spent the next few weeks enjoying various forms of offbeat sex. Ken and Nancy gave me a complete course in bondage, spanking, and kinky costumes, and I must admit that I was quite an enthusiastic convert. Although I've always considered myself quite liberal when it comes to sexual matters, I was really astounded at how uninhibited I could become when under restraint and forced to do things I otherwise probably could never have done.

"One example will prove what I am talking about. One afternoon Ken rather impulsively decided to conduct an impromptu bondage session. This took place in the main bedroom rather than in the dungeon, and this time Nancy and I were wearing only garter belts and nylons. Ken bound us at the ankle and wrists with clothesline ropes, and then decided to give us both a good smack-paddling with his hand.

"Sitting on the side of the bed, he took us one at a time over his lap and spanked us smartly with his open hand. He spanked me first, and that big rough hand of his soon had me squirming like a worm. I could feel myself getting nice and wet between the legs as the temperature in my bottom started going up and up. Before he stopped, my bottom was as red as a ripe tomato and my face was wet with tears.

"After my spanking, I watched as Nancy got hers. She really squirmed and carried on as his hand started slamming down on her tender bottom, really flattening each cheek and quickly making her a nice hot pink all over. She kicked her stockinged legs as much as the bonds at her ankles would permit, and she wound up crying and begging him to stop, although it was apparent that she found the spanking quite exciting.

"Following her spanking, Nancy was tied on the bed in a supine and spread-eagle position, her wrists and ankles spread well apart and securely tied to the posts of the bed. Still bound myself, I began to wonder what Ken had in mind. I soon found out! Picking me up bodily, Ken deposited me right on top of Nancy in a sixty-nine position!! You can bet that Nancy and I both howled with protest! Neither of us has the slightest lesbian tendencies, or so we thought. But despite our protests and indignant pleas, Ken tied me in a spread-eagle position over her so that our faces were right against each other's pussies! He pressed my face down against her and pushed her head up between my legs, telling us that we would both stay like that until we made each other come.

"We were both reluctant, and tried to fight it for a minute, but I finally felt Nancy's tongue going to work and I began to reciprocate.

Boy, was that ever wild! I'm sure I could never have done that without being forced to do so. For the next few minutes, Nancy and I lay there squirming with our faces plastered against each other's wet pussies, our tongues driving each other frantic. In an amazingly short time, we had the sweetest come any two girls would want to have.

"After that, Ken used similar lesbian-type stunts on the two of us.

Although I'm sure that neither of us could have voluntarily done such things, it was really quite easy and exciting when we were given no choice in the matter and simply had to do so. But I think that shows you how bondage can really get you to lose your inhibitions."

Case History No. 9

Jeanine and Ralph C. are both thirty and have been married for six years. The two of them live in Minneapolis, where Ralph works as a management consultant. He is a well-built, athletic man who was once a regular on a Big Ten football term. Jeanine is an extremely attractive platinum blonde of European origin, who is also quite athletic and once competed in the winter Olympics.

The two of them are ardent bondage fans and both strongly prefer playing the submissive role. Although it might seem curious that such physically well-endowed people would prefer to play sexually submissive roles, it is one of the anomalies of masochism that masochists are frequently well-built, healthy, and athletic individuals. For example, athletes are often masochists, and it is not unfair to say that the self-punishment required in training for many forms of athletic endeavor is in fact a form of masochistic enjoyment.

"When the two of us are alone, we take turns playing the submissive role," explains Jeanine. "We usually alternate from one week to the next, but we don't follow any rigid schedule. For example, we may reverse roles right in the middle of the week. In fact, there have even been times when we alternated roles more than once in a single evening.