Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

Tall, severe, and obviously supremely confident, she glared at the two young people. An attractive but stern-looking brunette who appeared to be in, her early thirties, she was dressed in a black coat, boots, and gloves. In one gloved hand, she held a menacing riding crop.

"Come here, you!" she glared malevolently at Ralph. "Help me off with my coat."

Slowed by the serving shackles at his wrists and ankles, Ralph stepped forward to remove her coat for her. She was wearing a severe black satin dress that fit her buxom figure quite tightly and was hemmed to end several inches above her knees, revealing shapely legs attired in black nylons and knee-length black leather boots.

"Take off your clothes!" Grace demanded, turning to Jeanine.

"What?" Jeanine looked quite dumbfounded.

"You heard me!" Grace told her, "Take off your clothes! Everything except your hose and garter belt."

Blushing prettily, Jeanine began complying with the humiliating order while the other two watched her closely. In a moment, the pretty platinum blonde was standing in the middle of the room attired only in her black garter belt and nylon hose. As she felt the newcomer's eyes on her plump breasts and pretty triangle of fluffy hair, Jeanine tried to cover herself with her hands as much as possible.

Turning on her heel, Grace walked over to an easy chair and seated herself. Crossing her attractive legs with a flourish, she permitted her black dress to ride up to reveal nylon-clad thighs and black stocking tops. Although her severe and domineering manner left Ralph feeling quite apprehensive, he could not refrain from casting an admiring glance at her shapely, booted legs.

"Tie her up!" Grace demanded, looking sternly at Ralph. She pointed to some ropes they had placed on the sofa in anticipation of her arrival.

"Tie her legs together and tie her wrists behind her back!"

The two young people exchanged glances as Ralph picked up some ropes to carry out the order. Unable to cover herself with her hands any longer, Jeanine felt thoroughly immodest as Ralph tied her wrists together behind her back in a crossed position. Next, he dropped to his knees and tied her legs together at the ankles and just above the knees, the white rope making a vivid contrast with her black stockings. Totally helpless and completely within the power of the attractive dominatrix, Jeanine felt her heart beating rapidly.

"Now bring me a couple of ropes!" Grace instructed.

Ralph immediately complied, and stood watching apprehensively as Grace quickly tied his wrists together with one of the ropes. With the other rope, she tied his nylon-clad knees tight together. This restrained him considerably more than the shackles had done, and the male sex slave looked quite alarmed as he awaited the torment she undoubtedly intended to inflict upon him.

"Now I'm going to have some fun with you two!" Grace told them with an imperious smile.

The two young people exchanged alarmed glances at this comment, but both refrained from saying anything. Realizing that she could do anything she wanted to do with them and that they would be helpless to resist, both began to feel a growing sense of alarm. But their fear was mixed with masochistic excitement and neither of them was thinking of trying to back out of the strange bargain they bad made.

Getting to her feet, Grace picked up a couple of rubber-ball gags strung on lengths of clothesline rope. At her command, Ralph and Jeanine meekly opened their mouths and permitted themselves to be gagged. Grace forced the balls firmly into their mouths and tied them tightly behind their heads in a manner that indicated that she was quite expert in the art of bondage.

"Now I think I'll make myself comfortable, if you don't mind!" Grace told the bound-and-gagged pair.

Ralph and Jeanine both gave a start as the attractive dominatrix began removing her dress! She calmly removed it and stood in front of them attired only in arm-length black gloves, well-filled black brassiere, matching panties and garter belt, and magnificent high-heel black patent leather boots. Her figure was robust and strong but quite attractive, and the black garments made a startling contrast with her milk-white flesh. The two helpless prisoners stared intently at the voluptuous dominatrix who held them completely within her power. After pausing for a moment to give them time to admire her striking figure, Grace casually reached behind her back and unsnapped her brassiere. Her large, pink-tipped mounds tumbled from the cups of the brassiere as she pulled off the garment. She had good reason to be proud of her full breasts, and smiled to herself as she noticed that her two captives were staring at her in admiration. Waiting for a moment to prolong the tension, Grace finally slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down. She stepped out of them and tossed them aside, making no effort to conceal the heavy growth of dark-brown hair at the fork of her legs. Their excitement rising with each passing moment, Ralph and Jeanine stared at the attractive dominatrix who was now wearing only long black gloves, garter belt, black stockings, and boots. Grace stood malevolently in front of them, her hands on her sides and her booted feet well apart.

"You two slaves are going to have to worship me like a queen!" she told him with a freezing glare.

Picking up a lightweight wooden paddle, she seated herself on the sofa with her shapely legs well apart. "Come here, slave!" she motioned to Ralph.

Forced to hop by the bonds at his ankles, Ralph made his way over to the dominatrix.

"Down on your knees!" Grace commanded in an imperious voice.

Gazing at her lush breasts and the inviting brunette triangle on display, Ralph sank to his knees before his attractive tormentress. Her shapely, nylon-clad legs and gleaming boots were only inches away. From her position nearby, Jeanine watched intently and anxiously.

"Now I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth," Grace told her kneeling victim. "But that's for my benefit and not yours! Understand?"

Ralph nodded, and submissively lowered his head as she reached behind him to unfasten the gag. Pulling the rubber ball from his mouth, she tossed it aside.

"Now you have to worship my boots! With your tongue!" Grace told him in a haughty voice.

Ralph swallowed noticeably but quickly complied with the humiliating. order. Pressing his face toward the floor in front of her, he extended his tongue and began flicking it across the toe of her right boot. His face red with humiliation, the bound and bizarrely attired male slave found the submissive act undeniably exciting. Without being told to do so, he licked the toes of both boots until they were shiny wet.

"That's enough for now, slave!" Grace told him, reaching down to push his head back. "It's quite obvious you like kissing my boots!" Ralph cast a shamefaced glance at Jeanine and quickly lowered his eyes. "Now you must worship me here!" Grace pointed a glove forefinger toward her midsection as she spoke. She was seated on the outer edge of the sofa, her buxom thighs spread well apart to expose the brunette triangle and the pink crease in its midst. Casting another shamefaced glance at Jeanine, Ralph hesitated and swallowed quite hard. With his lack of experience, he suddenly found it difficult to perform such a submissive act with another person looking on. Grace watched him closely, a look of cold fury coming over her face as he continued to stall.

"I guess you need some punishment, slave!" she told him. "And that's exactly what you're going to get!" Displaying a surprising amount of strength, she grasped him under the arms and pulled him up over her lap.

"Hey! Don't!" Ralph instinctively protested, as he suddenly realized what she intended to do. With his wrists and ankles tightly bound together, there was nothing he could do to protect himself. Aware of his erection pressing against her lap, Grace flipped back the black uniform skirt to reveal his frilly black panties and the lower part of his black satin corset. The exposure of his intimate feminine garments provoked a sardonic laugh from the dominatrix, who lost no time yanking the tiny panties down below the tops of his black stockings.