Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

"After getting it all recorded on camera," Karen continued, blushing slightly, "Bill began fondling me with his hands-not too roughly but very firmly as if to emphasize his complete control over me. Of course, I couldn't do a thing to stop him! I just had to sit there squirming and getting hotter by the minute. If I could have talked, I would have been just begging him to put it to me any way he wanted.

"When he saw how worked up I was, he untied me from the chair but made me leave the gag in place. He then led me into the bedroom and undressed me completely, deliberately taking his time about it in a manner that I found quite maddening. He then had me stretch out supine on the bed, and he tied my wrists to the bedposts in a spread-eagle position. Tied and gagged like that, I had no choice but to lie there squirming while he proceeded to disrobe. As might be expected, he was thoroughly aroused.

"I was expecting him to jump right on top of me, but it was even wilder than that. Grasping my ankles with his hands, he pulled my legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. He then began pulling my legs back until my knees were nearly touching my breasts and my calves were resting on his shoulders."

As Karen, who was blushing prettily by this time, paused to light a cigarette, it was easy to imagine those beautiful long legs of hers being drawn back in the manner she had described. "Well, to go on," she continued. "While I let my legs dangle down his back, he used his fingers to gently pull the lips of my vulva apart and then proceeded to bury his face right in it!

"I was already hot anyway, and that really did it! When he worked his tongue around inside of me, flicking my clitoris from time to time, only that gag prevented me from screaming with excitement. I was really pumping my hips and of course I was about as wet as a girl can get.

Being tied up and totally helpless to stop him from tormenting me like that made it all the more exciting.

"Finally, he stretched out on top of me and I felt my vaginal canal expanding as he inserted that rock-hard lance of his. Kissing my gagged mouth all over, he began pumping back and forth with a very rhythmic motion. Despite all that had happened, he had amazing self-control and really knew how to time himself. For my part, I was nearly going insane.

Fighting against the bonds and wriggling around under him in a manner that I would previously have thought completely shameless, I found myself experiencing my first multiple orgasm by the time he had reached his climax.

"He left me tied up like that for a few minutes afterward, apparently to give me a little time to think about my new status as his helpless bondagette. He then untied me and we took a long hot shower together.

Although that first real taste of erotic, really sexual bondage had left me emotionally drained, the shower refreshed me considerably and I found myself ready for some more bizarre sex as soon as we had dried ourselves off.

"Bill was as delighted as he was surprised when I boldly told him that I was ready for some more whenever he was. After thinking a moment, he told me to get dressed up in garter belt, hose, high heels, and my kid gloves while he waited in the living room. I had never dressed fetish-style before, and I'm afraid I blushed scarlet and felt thoroughly brazen when I appeared in the living room a few minutes later wearing only my elbow-length black kid gloves, black garter belt, very sheer black nylons, and what were then my highest heels-a pair of patent leather pumps with slim three-inch heels.

"Bill didn't waste much time depriving me of my freedom. I had been trying to preserve a little modesty by covering myself with my gloved hands, but he soon put a stop to that by strapping my wrists together behind my back with a leather strap. He then blindfolded me with a folded black scarf that left me totally in darkness. Next, my knees and ankles were tightly lashed together with two leather straps. Once again I felt all my limbs confined and knew that I was completely under his control.

"As he forced me to a kneeling position on the carpet, I could feel my excitement rising once again. Fastening a rope to the strap at my wrists, he booked the rope around the strap at my ankles and drew it up short until my wrists and ankles were in contact. He then tied that rope securely, leaving my torso and head drawn back at an angle that left me feeling very vulnerable in front.

"Although I couldn't see a thing, I could sense that he had pulled up a chair and was seated right in front of me. Since he had not gagged me, I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind and I could feel my heart beginning to pound rather rapidly. You see, I had always had something of a block about performing fellatio for anyone, and Bill was well aware of this.

"In a moment, I felt the tip of his penis brushing against my cheek. He was holding my head firmly with both hands, preventing me from turning my face away. It didn't take him long to work up an erection, and he began tormenting my face and throat with the head of his thing. It was deeply humiliating for me to be abused in that manner, but I must admit that I found it bizarre and exciting.

When he finally told me to put it in my mouth, to my own surprise I was ready and eager to do so.

"With the blindfold cutting off my vision, I had to grope a little, but my mouth finally found the tip of his penis. Opening my mouth as far as I could, I began working that big hard muscle into my mouth. It pried my jaws and teeth apart much in the same manner as the gag had done, and I could almost feel it throbbing with excitement. It was so big that I thought I would surely choke on it, but I managed to get it in much farther than I would have imagined possible.

"Kneeling there bound helplessly and blindfolded with that big masculine thing completely filling my mouth, I felt completely debased but highly aroused. I began suckling on it with an abandon I would never have dreamed possible. Although it really wasn't necessary, he was holding my head down with both hands so that there would be no escape. Finally, he rose part way out of his chair and I found myself with a very nice warm mouthful. When he released me afterwards, he reciprocated by bringing me to a climax with his tongue.

"Of course, after this experience I was hooked on erotic bondage. Since that time, bondage has been an integral part of our life in general and sex life in particular. Bill has numerous bondage devices in his collection and I have various costumes to wear during our bondage sessions. The two of us like considerable variety in our bondage sessions, and Bill can be quite ingenious in dreaming up ways to tie me up and torment me almost beyond endurance."

Case History No. 2

Maxine L. and Jeff R. are a young couple who live in Milwaukee. Jeff is twenty-six, a college graduate who teaches school. Maxine is also a schoolteacher. She is a five-foot-four brunette of twenty-five with a full, buxom figure. In public, she dresses in a conservative manner that does not emphasize her figure, wears horn-rimmed glasses, and wears her long brown hair done in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. To casual acquaintances and even close friends, she seems like a completely average young woman. They would receive something of a shock if suddenly confronted with the truth about her.

"There is more than one side to Maxine, and the same's the case with me," Jeff explained. The three of us were seated in Maxine's small but cozy apartment in downtown Milwaukee. Wearing a navy-blue suit, beige hose, and dark pumps with medium heels, Maxine looked like any young woman schoolteacher might. In fact, with her glasses and conservative hairdo, she looked rather unprepossessing.

Jeff handed over a 4x5 photograph of a young woman wearing an exotic leather costume. Her gleaming black leather dress was tightly molded to her buxom figure, and cut in a wide V down the front, past the cleavage of her full bosom. The dress was hemmed to end at mid-thigh, leaving the welt of her black stockings partly on view. She was wearing knee-length high-heel black leather boots, which were laced down the front from knee to toe. The heels must have been four inches high, and left her feet arched in a manner resembling a ballet dancer.