|Gromet's Plaza - Bondage Stories|
|Cassandra's New Start|
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Cassandra was 26, and had been married for two years. She enjoyed sex with her husband Michael, but she had never told him about her fantasies of being tied up. Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him understanding, and she didn’t want him to think he’d married some kind of pervert. Since she was a little girl, a warm wave of excitement would wash through her when she played cowboys and indians with her friends and the boys roped her to a tree, or when the heroines in TV shows like Charlie’s Angels were bound and gagged by the bad guys.
When she got older, she would fantasise that men she found attractive had kidnapped her and were holding her captive so that they could use her body for sexual experiments, tying her down and making her orgasm against her will. She had tried telling a couple of her boyfriends about her desires, had played with scarves and blindfolds, but their games could never match up to her imagination.
Recently things had started getting out of hand, though. It began when Michael had set up internet access on their home computer. One day while he was at work she had started surfing & stumbled upon a website selling leather restraints. That was just the start. From there she learnt about a new world of domination and submission. She realised that her “fetish” was shared by hundreds of other people. She read stories on the web that made her so wet and excited she would spend all day in a state of arousal.
She began masturbating more, sometimes tying her
ankles to the bedposts with the belt from her bathrobe and imagining that
her hand moving on her clitoris was really her husband’s.
She imagined Michael using different types of vibrators, nipple clamps and gags on her, dressing her in rubber and latex outfits that exposed her bottom and breasts and pinned her arms to her sides. The stories she read fueled her own appetite, and her curiosity. What did a clover clamp look like? How did an inflatable dildo work?
Michael remained unaware of his wife’s growing
obsession. He did, however, notice her increased appetite for sex &
her heightened response. He started coming home from work earlier so that
they had more time in the evenings for extended sessions in bed. Cassandra
needed more, though. It was time for her to take the next step. She had
to find out if Michael shared fantasies like hers. She decided to go &
buy some of the toys she had read about, and hide them in the bedroom.
Her pulse raced when she pictured him finding a pair of handcuffs
in his underwear drawer.
At the bookstore she found a magazine filled with
pictures of big-breasted women with rope tied tightly around their breasts
and between their legs, accompanied by stories of rape and torture.
Having found the right place, she then had to
wait for several days before she could embark on her naughty expedition.
Some freelance editing work came up that kept her busy for over a week,
working day and night. When the job was over, Michael surprised her by
saying, “Cassie, why don’t you go out shopping tomorrow? It’s time you
bought some new clothes.”
The next day Cassandra felt so nervous she could barely concentrate as she drove to the Rubber Rose. She had dressed carefully for her outing, wearing a plain black cotton dress that showed off her long, shapely legs and her narrow waist. She had brushed her long blonde hair into a shining cascade and wore it loose. Strappy black sandals with small heels completed her outfit.
In her mind she was imagining different outcomes
to the evening ahead that were quickly making her panties wet. Suddenly
she realised that she was very near her destination. She found a parking
space and walked towards the three-story house. The man on the phone had
explained that for reasons of discretion the little plaque by the doorbell
read only, “Dr Lenoire - Private Consultations.”
She rang the bell with a shiver of anticipation.
The door opened to reveal a man with salt and pepper hair down to his shoulders,
wearing blue cotton slacks and a white shirt. He was about 50, she guessed,
in good physical shape, with well-defined features & navy blue eyes
that beamed into hers. He looked like someone she would want as her psychologist,
or even her gyneocologist, she thought with a smile.
What a strange place, she thought as she looked
around. There were pictures all over the wall, prints of oil paintings
that she recognised from art galleries around the world. All the subjects
Cassandra followed him into a dark room filled
with things from her darkest fantasies. Leather, latex & rubber outfits
hung against one wall, and there were racks upon racks of leather straps
and chains which she immediately moved towards. Doctor put a restraining
hand on her shoulder. “Not now, my dear, there’s something else I need
to show you first. Come this way.”
Doctor clapped and shouted “G, B, D and F, come
in!” A door on the opposite wall opened and four men walked in. As
they moved towards Cassandra, Doctor said, “I knew when you called me on
the telephone that you would be the perfect model for some of my creations.”
She struggled as the four men grabbed her arms and legs & lifted her
off the ground.
Doctor leaned over her and smiled. “I know that
you’ll enjoy this sales demonstration, my dear. I can tell that you’re
already very excited. I promise that you won’t be hurt. And don’t worry
about my companions here,” he said, gesturing to the men who hovered nearby.
“They are my trainees in a very special art. They are already quite experienced,
as you will find out.”
G was back in a flash, holding something that
looked like a bridle and grinning. “Yes, that’s one of my favorites, too,”
said Doctor. They all gathered round as he held up the contraption &
prepared it for use. Cassandra looked at her reflection in the mirror above
and felt a familiar fluttering in her groin. How could she be horny at
a time like this?
The smell overwhelmed her as the leather was pulled up over her mouth and nose, and then her eyes! She tried to shake her head to dislodge the mask but they held her tightly, and she felt straps being pulled over her ears and tightened across her forehead. There was a final click then she felt them let go. She could breathe through her nose, but her mouth was sealed with leather, her jaw kept tightly shut by a strap under her chin that hooked over her ears, and her tongue was held immobile. She could turn her head just a little thanks to the restrictive collar, and she was in total darkness.
“Are you comfortable my dear?” asked Doctor. Cassandra
tried to scream but the only sound that came out was a muffled grunt. “Good!
Then we’ll continue.”
Cassandra was so turned on despite herself that
she could feel the juices dripping from her sex. One ankle at a time
was released and firmly held as tight, soft, leathery material was eased
up her leg to the top of her thigh. Doctor was talking in a saleman’s patter
as he instructed the men in how to put on the outfit. He said that he had
developed this material himself and that it had the texture of leather
but with micropores for breathability.
They held her arms out and forced them into tight sleeves. Cassandra pushed her hands in, but quickly tried to pull them out again when she got to where the holes should have been and found them sealed. The material was too tight and clingy, though. She tried wriggling her fingers but the material welded them together, rendering her hands useless. She felt a touch at the small of her back, then a zip was pulled up to the back of her neck, pulling material snugly against her torso.
Next, a strap was attached at the tops of her arms and tightened so that her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts thrust forward to poke out through a wide slit in the front. They held her arms to her sides and folded her hands over her leatherclad belly, then she felt a gentle tugging which moved from the tops of her arms, all the way down to the tips of her fingers, then back up the other side. She tried to move her arms but they were completely immobile, as if they had been welded to her body! My god, she thought, this is insane. What can they have planned for me after all this elaborate preparation?
Now they returned to her legs, straps were attached to the tops of her thighs, and then to her ankles, cinched in tightly so her legs were folded with bent knees. Then cuffs were attached just above her knees. She was rolled onto her side and felt a cord being knotted through a loop in the middle of her back. The cord was pulled round either side of her body & attached to each knee cuff, then she felt them being roped in tighter and tighter. Cassandra tried to fight against the cords, but the men were too strong, and they soon had her knees level with her chest, pinned back on either side of her breasts.
“Now, let’s give her a little peek at our handywork!” cried Doctor, & started to unzip part of the face mask, which allowed Cassandra to see through a narrow slit. She was dazzled at first, but then she focused on her reflection in the overhead mirror and groaned in dismay. She looked like a depraved version of batgirl. Her blonde hair flowed out from behind her black leather face mask. She was clad from head to toe in a black leather outfit which left her breasts, crotch and bottom bare. And of course, the worst part of it was that she was trussed up like a turkey, with her arms laced to her body, her tits thrust out and her thighs parted and pulled up so her pussy, arsehole and buttocks were completely exposed.
She tried to scream in protest as Doctor zipped her mask back up again and said, “I’m sorry that you boys won’t get to play with her yourselves right now, but as I explained earlier, we’ve been preparing her for a special client. But we’ll put her in the observation room, as I’m sure he won’t mind you watching from behind the glass.”
Cassandra felt herself being lifted by several
pairs of hands. She was carried a short way, then placed on a soft surface.
Doctor whispered in her ear; “I’ll give you some time to get used to your
bonds before sending in your visitor. I think it’s important that you come
to terms with how completely, ahhh, powerless you are to stop
anyone doing whatever they want to you.”
She heard a door shut and she realised that she was alone. Her nipple throbbed from Doctor’s pinch. She had to get out of here before this mysterious visitor arrived! She began to wriggle about, trying to loosen the straps that held her in this defenseless postition, but she couldn’t even manage to roll over onto her side. There was a fan or something that was blowing cool air on her crotch that made her pussy feel even more exposed. She imagined the men watching her through some kind of two-way mirror and enjoying her pointless attempts to escape. The thought, however, made her groan with both despair and excitement.
It seemed like ages that she lay on her back,
desperately trying to get free, to no avail. Even more frustrating was
her body’s response to this situation. She was so turned on that the wetness
was flowing from her pussy down between the cheeks of her bottom. God knows
what her visitor would do to her when he saw that. She felt a wave of humiliation
wash over her.
Her immediate instinct was to pull her legs together and hide herself, but of course when she tried, she just wobbled her feet about a bit. She wanted to plead with whoever was there to let her go, but she could only whimper and moan through her gag. Her visitor remained impervious to her plight and was silent for several minutes. She felt her cheeks burning as she imagined his eyes feasting on her most intimate places. She flinched as she felt his hands on her thighs. They roamed slowly over her body, stopping to test each of her bonds. He grunted in satisfaction. Then he spoke, again in a whisper. “I have a feather.”
That was it for several more minutes. Then she
felt something touching her arsehole so lightly it was almost imperceptible.
The feeling became more intense and she began whimpering again as he tickled
her mercilessly with the feather, running the tip slowly round her vulnerable
little rosebud. This went on for what seemed like hours to poor Cassandra,
and she could do nothing to protect herself from his gentle torture.
“I want to see your pussy wide open to me,” he
whispered. She felt him attach clips to her labia in two places on each
side, then thread a lace round the backs of each leg, tying it tautly it
to the clips so
Suddenly she realised that this instrument was just like the one her gyneocologist used when she had a cervical examination... except this one felt much longer. The man expanded the instrument until the pressure on her vaginal walls was almost too much for her to bear, then he stopped. It was wedged tightly inside her and although he had let go she could not push it out of her pussy.
“That's better.” The man whispered. "Now you are open to me." Cassandra had never felt so invaded before. She could feel the man's breath as he blew into her gaping pussy, making her nerves twitch and her muscles try to contract. She felt his hands between her legs again and the steel, now warm from the heat inside her, slipped out. Next she felt him pressing a rubber ring over her left nipple. There was a loud whoosh and she felt her whole nipple sucked firmly into the ring, which stayed in place when he let go. He swiftly applied another to her right nipple. She could feel the pull all the way down in her crotch. The pressure was not quite strong enough to hurt, but it had made her nipples harden immediately, and they felt ultra-sensitive.
She felt his whispering breath against her ear
as he teased, “I have one of these little suction cups left. Guess where
I’m going to put it. Somewhere really sensitive would be best, don’t you
The feeling was so excruciating that Cassandra couldn’t stop herself writhing desperately, trying to get away even though she knew it was impossible. He kept the cup in this position for a minute, & just as Cassandra thought she would pass out, he planted it firmly against her swollen clit. She would have screamed, if only she could. She felt as if her lifeforce was being drawn out of her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Oh god, oh please, please, please.... she begged for release in her mind, which was translated into an unending, wordless whimper by the gag which rendered her tongue useless.
The man wobbled each suction cup in turn, making shocks of sensation spark through Cassandra’s body. The opening of her vagina was suddenly parted by something rubbery, which was slowly forced inside her. It was so wide she felt that she would be torn apart. He eased it further into her canal, twisting it as he pushed it all the way in. Her mind reeled at this assault and her internal muscles screamed as they were stretched wider that ever before. She had never been filled like this, and her eyes watered beneath the facemask as she screamed silently into the gag.
He gave her a minute to acclimatise to this new
invasion, but then the assault began again. This time, Cassandra felt the
tip of the man’s finger touch her anus. It was slick with lubricant, and
he pushed it into her constricted hole and spread the gel around. He then
pulled her open and inserted the tip of a dildo. As he pushed it in past
her sphincter muscles, her pulled out his finger.
“Ahh, what a beautiful sight,” whispered her tormentor,
from somewhere between her legs.
With a click, the two dildos inside her began to undulate, churning into her deepest recesses. At the same time, the suckers over her nipples and clit suddenly increased their pressure and began to vibrate wildly. She tried to scream as she felt the wave of pleasure inside her growing and expanding until every nerve in her entire body was screaming for release. She approached the peak of her orgasm but somehow it receded, remaining just out of reach and drawing her further into the sensation.
Cassandra’s mind soared miles away, unable to
deal with the severe force of the pleasure, into a dreamworld where she
spiraled high in the clouds, surrounded by an invisible entity that held
her aloft, spreadeagled, prying open every orifice with a thousand unseen
mouths, sucking and licking, overwhelming her totally.
Gradually, her body began to tire and the force
of the orgasm started to ebb. The man continued to spank her until her
shudders had almost stopped. Then he turned off the dildos and the vibrators,
and just stroked her bottom for a few minutes, crooning, “Shhh! There,
there, good girl, you liked your spanking, didn’t you.... Sshhh...”
Cassandra realised that the man had spoken in
a normal voice for the first time since his arrival.
Cassandra felt a million different emotions at once: relief that she was in safe hands; anger at her husband for keeping his identity a secret; nervousness at the implications of this development. Michael had obviously enjoyed having her bound and helpless, as she could tell by the size of the bulge in his trousers. What would happen now in their relationship?
She wriggled and squealed at him to ungag her
and set her pinned body free, but he just laughed.
She watched in the mirrored ceiling as he knelt on the bed between her legs and bent his head to her crotch. She began screaming silently through the gag as she felt his lips lock onto her clit and his tongue flick out to meet it’s swollen tip, her screams becoming gasps of pleasure, as he licked and sucked her towards another mindblowing orgasm.
To be continued...