Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

Totally helpless and completely at his mercy, Judy knew that she was helpless to protect herself from the tormenting that was soon to come.

Blindfolded by the gag, she didn't know what to expect until suddenly she felt masculine hands on her breasts. Dale manipulated her well-filled brassiere in a deliberately familiar manner designed both to torment and embarrass her.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's muffled outburst revealed surprise and a trace of excitement.

Dale abruptly dropped his hands from her breasts and cupped them around her girlishly plump posterior. Blushing warmly beneath her helmet, Judy wriggled prettily as she felt his hands squeezing and fondling her comely bottom in a deliberately provocative manner. The pretty young woman realized all too well that he might decide to spank her, and that there would be no way in the world to stop him.

After tormenting her with his hands for a couple of minutes, Dale unfastened her leather miniskirt and allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet. As instructed, she was wearing expensive black panties and garter belt that matched her brassiere. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he worked the skirt free from her feet and tossed it aside. Taking another length of clothesline rope, he began tying her trim ankles together quite securely. The white rope stood out starkly against her black nylons, creating a thoroughly pleasing effect. Next, he took another length of rope and used it to bind her thighs together just above the knees. With the two lengths of rope forcing her long legs tightly together, Judy felt all the more helpless and under his domination.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy tried to convey her sense of discomfort to her unseen tormentor, but the rubberball gag forcibly held between her teeth made her unintelligible.

"We've only started, baby!" Dale replied, although he realized he was really speaking to himself since the heavy padding over her ears sealed off her normal hearing completely.

To torment his comely victim all the more, Dale brought out a metal-studded leather dog collar which had a five-foot-long leather leash attached to it. He quickly snapped the collar in place around her white neck. Although completely deprived of her vision, Judy quickly discerned that once again she had been confined in that humiliating dog collar and haplessly shook her helmeted head from side to side in futile protest.

Dale pulled the leash downward between the cleavage of her breasts and allowed his hands to explore the front of her black panties. Their dampness revealed that her discomfort was mixed with arousal. Pulling the elastic waistband of her panties outward for a moment, he slid the end of the leash inside her panties and worked it down into the pretty tuft of moist hair.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag. Realizing only too well what her bondage master had in mind for her, the pretty young woman vigorously shook her helmeted head in a negative manner and continued trying to make her feelings known verbally despite the gag.

Dale stepped behind her and allowed himself a moment to contemplate her prettily rounded, pantie-clad buttocks. Girlishly plump but not too heavy, the two pretty hemispheres expanded the thin black panties to the limit. Dale pulled the waistband of the panties outward at the small of her back and inserted his right hand. With deliberate slowness be slid his hand along the velvety smoothness of her buttocks into the moist tuft of hair.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy moaned with a mixture of fear and delight, as she felt his masculine fingers exploring her most intimate parts. The prettily helmeted young woman could not refrain from wriggling as much as her bonds would permit, and was only too well aware that the telltale moisture that betrayed her inner feelings was soaking her tormentor's hand.

Dale's exploring fingers discovered the tip of the leash and he pulled it backward between her legs, allowing the smooth leather to brush against her vulva. Judy moaned and continually shook her head to show her opposition to the torments he was inflicting upon her, although she knew from past experience that her appeals would be in vain. Dale pulled the tip of the leash up snugly between the crevice of her satiny buttocks and released the waistband of her panties to hold it in place.

The end of the leash remained sticking out of the waistband of her panties in a manner somewhat resembling a tail.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy groaned audibly through the gag. The thoroughly helpless young woman was keenly aware of the chafing and humiliating leash resting against her most intimate and sensitive parts, and tried not to think about its potential for bizarre torment.

Next, Dale began rolling Judy's white sweater up both in front and back, working it up in a neatly rolled fashion until her black brassiere was full on display. Confining and molding Judy's lush thirty-seven-inch bosom, the steeply pointed cups of Judy's brassiere stuck out saucily and invitingly. Massaging the two plump hemispheres in a deliberately familiar manner that left Judy moaning and squirming, Dale was tempted to remove the brassiere but decided against it. There were times when he thought a brassiere was much more erotically appealing than the no-bra look, and this was such a time.

Lighting a cigarette, Dale decided to take time out to contemplate his helplessly trussed-up victim. Strung up before him with her arms extended full length and her toes barely touching the floor, the long and shapely young blonde was a picture of delight for the bondage connoisseur. Inspecting her carefully, Dale did not overlook a single detail of his handiwork: the brown leather helmet that tightly molded her head, the red rubber ball forced between her pretty white teeth, the metal-studded dog collar clasped tightly around her neck and the leash that disappeared into her black panties and emerged in back, and the two white ropes that confined her long, shapely, nylon-clad legs. It had been one of his better efforts, and he decided that he had better capture the scene on his Polaroid before continuing with the session.

For her part, Judy could only wait in an agony of suspense and wonder what ordeal he had in mind for her next. Every muscle in her lithe young body seemed cramped, and she wondered how much longer she could endure the strain of being strung up as if she were on a gibbet. The total deprivation of sight, hearing, and voice forced her to live in a world apart, having no control whatsoever over what happened to her, and compelling her to torment herself by thinking of the things he might do to her.

"You'll enjoy these shots later on, honey!" Dale remarked idly, as he took several shots of his helpless girlfriend at various angles.

Setting the camera aside, Dale decided that it was time for something different. First, he released the rope that held her suspended in the air by unfastening the knot at the baseboard. Judy gratefully sank back on her heels and quickly lowered her gloved arms, which by this time felt almost completely numb from elbows to fingertips. Dale unfastened the rope attached to the bonds at her wrists and tossed it aside.

Next, he removed the bonds at her wrists. However, her gloved arms remained free only for a moment for he quickly retied them behind her back. This time he employed two leather straps, using one at the elbows and the other at her wrists, to tie her arms together in a manner that left her elbows in contact with one another. This forced her to thrust her prominent bosom forward even more, leaving her steeply pointed bra cups pointed upward at a steep angle.

Standing slightly behind her and to her right, Dale grasped the strap at her elbows to help balance her. With his free hand, he then grasped the tip of the leash that protruded from the waistband of her panties and began pulling upward in a gentle but firm manner.