|Gromet's Self Bondage & Mummification Plaza - Bondage Stories|
|Her First Time|
© 2001, Kelsey C - Used by Permission
Mistress Ashley's instructions had been explicit:
After knocking on the back door, the girl was to turn around, place her
hands behind her back, and then keep her eyes and mouth shut. The thought,
the knowledge that she would really do this--actually wanted to--for a
dominant female she'd never even met (except over the phone) excited her
She heard the door open behind her. Cold handcuffs
clicked tight on slender wrists. Then, a thick leather blindfold was slid
over her eyes and tightened. She was turned around and a firm hand grasped
her long black hair, bent her forward, and led her stumbling into darkness.
She had never experienced such resolute, impartial control! She felt herself
being backed up to a
No response from the unseen Mistress. Only the
ominous sounds of leathers, zippers, buckles clanking, implements being
laid out. And the tap of stiletto heels on the dungeon floor. Fingernails
brushed her lips, urging them open. A finger slid in to touch her tongue.
She moaned and began to suck. A rubber penis was leisurely twisted in,
pulled out, in again, then slowly out. Without thought, her mouth blindly
begged for it--open, seeking, tongue flicking, exploring the familiar ridges,
sucking the pleasurable shape, pulling against the frustrating collar chain.
Back in again, deep down into her throat, then strapped tight.
Invisible hands firmly pulled Jennifer's naked
legs far apart. She felt a long spreader bar being buckled around her ankles;
another, shorter one was strapped just above her knees. Her long legs were
now locked wide open. She was completely helpless and accessible for torment,
pleasure, and delicious pain. Her hands twisted within the steel cuffs,
fingers splayed open. She tugged fruitlessly against the short neck chain,
moaning into the cock gag stuffing her throat. Jennifer began to sweat
with arousal. Drool ran down her chin to trickle onto an erect nipple.
Ashley gazed fondly at the creature in front of
her--a slim nakedness handcuffed to a vertical beam, collared and chained
rigidly upright, legs locked wide apart with spreader bars. The girl had
been standing, trembling, blindfolded and silenced with a thick rubber
penis gag. Now, she decided, it was time to have some fun, make some, well,
let's call it . . . music!
"What I doing, My little slut, is preparing to
punish you for daring to ask me a question like that. You've just earned
ten. You'll learn sooner or later not to speak until I give you permission.
I'd prefer later. Do you know why?"
Standing just inches from the helplessness, Ashley
ran her hand lightly up the taut, damp skin. Her tongue traced wetness
around a jutting nipple, biting gently. Instantly, the nipple stiffened.
Ashley's hands continued their play, and the girl's breath came faster.
God, if only she could move! Wise fingers played with the slick marble
of her clitoris a moment.
Her legs were further braced by the five inch
high heels Ashley now buckled onto her feet. Up on her toes, legs locked
wide apart, her calf muscles stood out, already strained. She could see
her flushed face, open mouth, and inflamed nipples. A tremor of profound
helplessness and fear went through her. Behind the post at her back, cuffed
hands twisted within steel, accomplishing nothing but a burning of wrists.
Her shoulders were wracked hard back by the tension, thrusting helpless
breasts far out, as if begging attention. They were about to receive a
lot of it. She gave Ashley an absurdly imploring look.
The tape recorder spun on, taking it all down
for her later enjoyment. It was a 60 minute tape, and she intended to fill
it all with her special brand of . . . music. "And now, My little cunt,
the cat. Custom-designed to my specifications. Watch closely now."
It went on and on and on . . . Ashley methodically switched sides at regular intervals, careful to devote equal attention to each tortured breast. Back and forth, left and right. Scarlet lines were etched and overlaid across each helpless mound. The white loveliness of the chained and naked girl shuddered against the delicious punishment, but did not move. Her sounds became hoarse peals of sensual mindlessness as she surrendered utterly to her Mistress' erotic domination and discipline.
In her torment, she didn't notice the stream of female juice running down a strained leg--but Ashley did. This was expected, of course, from good submissives. And, as she continued wielding her nine-stranded whip, this one had the makings of a rather decent one--with a lot of training. Ashley carefully prolonged the concert, playing the helplessness in front of her until the hour-long tape had been entirely filled with luscious sounds. The girl was now properly prepared for the next event.
After the leisurely lashing of her captive's breasts--and
recording an hour's worth of high fidelity, exquisite screams and pleadings--Ashley
decided the girl was sufficiently prepared for the evening's main event.
The helpless female hung in her bonds and panted after her ordeal.
But her well-extended breasts had suffered most.
Each smooth mound had acquired ten sweeping strokes from Ashley's nine-stranded,
leather cat. Red traces were overlaid with great precision and strength.
Her serrated skin burned, yet both nipples were very erect, hard, and throbbing.
Her throat ached from shrieking, yet her cunt was screaming with arousal,
Ashley now knelt and slowly, carefully rotated a long, greased, butt plug into the captive girl's anus . . . up, up, further . . . The helplessness felt fingers part her wet lips in front. Another thicker dildo, longer than the one stuffed up her butt, worked its way well up into her cunt. Serrated. God! She could feel her hot flesh yield protesting around it. Her hips twisted as much as her bonds allowed. Little did she know this was only the prelude.
Ashley went to her toy box and returned with a
two inch wide leather belt which she bucked brutally tight around the helpless
female's waist. Then, she picked up a thin strap of studded leather.
"Ooooooh!", the girl moaned, her head reared back
within her chained collar, torso straining up in a long sexual moan, rising
up on the tiptoes of her heels. She stood there, impaled from both the
front and back at the same time, quivering in ecstasy. Foamy cream began
to seep around the rubber and leather intrusions between her legs.
The girl's sight was abruptly cut off by the black leather discipline helmet being pulled down over her head. She could feel it mold itself to her face and neck as laces were drawn tight, snugged, and knotted. A wide collar was snugly buckled and locked around her throat, sealing in the skin-tight hood. Immediately, the girl discovered the delicious terrors of the helmet--the heat, difficulty in breathing, utter blindness, and learning to swallow her drool while gagged. Her face became wet from saliva, her hair a wet mass beneath the smooth leather. Inside, she panted, quivering with arousal, fear, and unbearable excitement. The leather aroma was exquisite. Other, faint scents from previous users teased her.
Then, Ashley unlocked the handcuffs and skillfully
fitted the faceless creature into a special leather straight jacket. The
air around the sweating nakedness was scented with the rich, creamy aroma
of stained hide and female arousal. Straps were laced into buckles, pulled,
and drawn very hard, welding her paralleled arms tightly together high
up in the small of her back.
After unfastening the girl's legs (but tightening
the spiked heels a notch), Ashley spoke into the side of the slowly twisting
hood, "There, my little cunt. You're free to roam. Have fun, and come back
when you're finished."
Inside her darkness, the girl's breath hissed,
making small panting sounds, a moan started low and soft. Her muscles hardened,
fingers splayed wide within the leather, searching and finding nothing.
She began to quiver, sweat running down damp skin, stinging sightless eyes.
She could hear blood pound in her plugged ears. The serrated dildos strapped
deeply in her drenched
An amused Ashley flipped magazine pages, watching the girl totter around the room, stumbling, going down on one knee, moaning inside her helmet as the position shifted the plugs and saddle strap. She arched on her back, wrenching to be free, twisted and arched again as an unseen spasm finally overtook her. Muffled sobs and peals of pleasure could be faintly heard, breath coming short and hard through the nostril holes. The slim helplessness writhed and bucked against the insatiable intrusions, succeeding only in bringing on another explosion . . . and another . . . she lay, wildly shaking her hooded head, twisting, screaming into the cock gag as orgasms piled one on the other. Finally she lay exhausted, twitching weakly. Utterly submissive, she would now do anything to experience such ecstasy.
Smiling, Ashley strode over to the helpless nakedness
on the floor, licking her lips.