Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

She was wearing arm-length black leather gloves. Her long brown hair was worn loose and hung nearly to her waist, and she was heavily made up. It took me a few moments to realize that the young woman in the picture was in fact Maxine! The two of them grinned when they realized how I had nearly been deceived.

"We both love leather and bondage," Maxine explained. She handed over another photograph of herself. In this one she was wearing only boots, stockings, tiny bikini panties made of black leather, a matching bra-halter made of rubber, and an old-fashioned-looking, extremely severe black corset. The corset, which appeared to be heavily boned, pinched her waist in to almost unbelievably narrow proportions, which had the corresponding effect of expanding her bosom and hips. In the photograph, she was shown under complete restraint, bound in a standing position to a vertical metal pipe with various lengths of rope. Her wrists were pulled behind the pipe in a crossed position and tied securely, While her elbows were tied tightly together in a manner that left her forearms in contact. Ropes were tied around her torso and the pipe just below her breasts, at her waist, and just above her hips. Her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, and then tied to the pipe with additional ropes. Her mouth fully packed with what appeared to be some cloth material, she was gagged with a black scarf.

"With us, bondage and leather garments go hand in hand," Maxine related.

"During our bondage parties, I always wear something made of leather."

As if to prove her point, she began handing over various photographs of herself. All of them featured her in a wide variety of leather outfits, ranging all the way from brief leather panties to complete leather costumes. In several of them, she was dressed from head to toe in leather, including leather helmets tightly molded around her head. In all of the photos, she was under some form of physical restraint, bound with ropes or leather straps and nearly always gagged in some fashion.

The bondage positions revealed a great deal of imagination, ranging from casual and easily maintained positions to positions that involved total restraint and must have been quite uncomfortable.

"I have always been interested in leather outfits, boots and skirts and that sort of thing," Maxine replied when asked about her interest in leather. "However, it wasn't until after I started dating Jeff that I learned that really bizarre, far-out leather garments could be obtained.

Since he loves leather perhaps even more than I do, he started encouraging me to build up a wardrobe. We're still building our collection, in fact, and I don't suppose we'll really ever get enough items to suit us. I like the feel of leather, particularly tight-fitting leather costumes, but there's more to it than that. Normally, I'm a somewhat inhibited person. However, for some reason when I'm wearing leather it's different! And that's particularly true when I'm wearing one of my more bizarre leather outfits. I really let my hair down, both literally and figuratively. It's hard to explain why, but that's the way it is.

"My introduction to bondage was Jeff's idea," Maxine answered, when asked about her interest in bondage. "Although it's hard to remember now, I don't think I had even heard of bondage-erotic bondage, I mean-until Jeff suggested it. I suppose any girl would be reluctant at first, and I know I was. However, I knew I could trust Jeff and I began to let him experiment with me.

"It didn't take me long to discover that the idea was quite appealing.

At first, Jeff would do something simple such as trying my hands behind my bark and perhaps tying my ankles together. He would then sort of torment me with his hands, not going too far but making it clear that I was really under his control. Although it was highly embarrassing to be so helpless and at his mercy like that, I really found it exciting. It really made me feel feminine to be mastered like that. You must remember that this took place just after we had started dating, at a time when I was still reluctant to have sex with him.

"With each new bondage session, Jeff kept adding something different and I found it all quite interesting. At the same time, he was continually pressuring me to have sex with him. My resistance grew weaker with each date and I finally gave in, although I told him there was one condition.

I wanted it to be a very special occasion, with plenty of leather and bondage, so that neither of us would ever forget it.

"It all worked out better than we had expected. Jeff got permission to use the cottage his parents own up on Lake Winnebago for the following weekend. We drove up there on Friday afternoon as soon as school was out, the trunk and backseat of the car filled with bondage equipment and costumes. Before leaving I let my hair down all the way back and then tied it Viking-style in a single braid at the back of my neck. I then changed into a very brief mini-dress that I had never worn publicly before, together with charcoal-colored pantyhose and high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"That weekend I really found out what it was like to be a bondagette, and it all started the minute we got into the car! On an impulse, Jeff decided that some partial restraint was in order right then and there.

As a result, I soon found my hands tied behind my back while my knees and ankles were tied together quite tightly. He then pulled my mini-dress back until the body-sheath of my pantyhose was well on display. Blushing and helpless, I sat like that all the way to Lake Winnebago.

"The white rope made a vivid contrast with my dark pantyhose, so anyone who looked in the car could have seen that I was tied up. Although that was exquisitely embarrassing and made me feel very anxious, I also found it kind of exciting to think that someone might see me in bondage with my dress pulled up so boldly.

"Jeff wouldn't untie me even after we reached the cottage. Instead, after helping me out of the car be escorted me up the driveway with my legs and wrists still tied. Hopping and feeling thoroughly embarrassed and silly, I was just sure someone would drive along the road and see me, but no one did. He finally got me inside the cottage where he stood me facing a wall in the corner, while be unpacked the car.

"Finally, I was released and allowed to change into a leather outfit.

This consisted of the leather dress that you saw in the first photograph, arm-length black kid gloves, black nylon hose and garter belt, and my best pair of boots-four-inch high-heeled patent leather boots that come over the knee and are laced all the way down in front.

Jeff laced me into the boots himself, making me sit on a chair with my hands tied behind my back while he did so.

"To get us in the mood for sex, we began experimenting with various bondage positions. The furniture in the cottage was mostly of the outdoor wooden type that is ideal for bondage. Over the space of the next couple of hours, I found myself tied in various positions over the chairs, the tables, and the bed. I didn't utter a peep to complain, mainly because my mouth was fully packed with an oversize handkerchief held firmly in place by a scarf tied at the back of my head. At some stage of the proceedings, Jeff added a combination mask and helmet made of leather that completely covered my head and the upper half of my face, leaving me in total blackness. While tying me in these various positions, he was continually using his hands to caress and pinch and otherwise torment me. Since I was wearing nothing beneath my leather dress except my garter belt, I was completely defenseless against his hands. Getting felt up when you can't do a thing to protect yourself is always twice as exciting, and I'm sure it wasn't hard for him to see the reaction I was having.