Janice in Bondage
by Pimpernel
Janice in Bondage by Pimpernel
Janice woke slowly from her drug induced stupor. As her mind slowly cleared she dimly remembered having chatted up an attractive dark haired man whom she recalled had called himself Mark. She had left the singles bar with him with the sole intention of screwing her brains out with this hunk of a guy...then her memories failed her.
Still feeling the effects of whatever Mark had slipped into her Gin & Tonic, Janice opened her eyes but saw only blackness. She felt a silky smoothness over her eyes...a mask? She wondered. Then, as she attempted to shift her position, she realised that she was naked and her limbs restrained with unyielding cords, her hands behind her back. It was then that the terror struck her and all traces of her drowsiness evaporated. She tried to scream but achieved only a muffled noise since she was also gagged.
After the initial shock and useless struggling she took stock of her situation. Listening intently she dimly heard, as though from another room, sounds and smells of cooking. She realised that she was famished. After a while a door opened and she felt strong arms lift her off the bed and gently seat her in a plush comfortable chair. The gag was removed from between her lips and she flexed her mouth a few times before timidly attempting to talk to her captor.
“Who. Who are you?”
“What do you want? ..let me go, please...”
Her reward was only the sound of cutlery against plates. She flinched momentarily when she felt something touch her lips. She realised she was being fed and hesitantly accepted the offering. It was good wholesome food and she was at least grateful that it seemed she would be well treated foodwise, at least. After she had eaten her fill she was again picked up and carried to the bed. Her bonds were loosened but not enough for her to attempt escape, and her wrists and ankles gently massaged. Then her wrist bindings were tightened. She felt a collar click into place around her neck and a tinkling of chain could be heard. Her ankles were freed and she was guided to a bathroom where she was made to sit on a toilet seat. After a long pause she accepted that she would have to go sometime and voided her solid and liquid waste. She recoiled when unseen hands wiped clean her cunt and ass, but soon relaxed enough to realise that whoever was actually cleaning her was doing a thorough job, lingering on her sex, sending warm little tingles shooting into her belly. She began to gasp slightly, and was rewarded by a soft kiss on her parted lips. Janice was almost disappointed when her captor finished cleaning her.
She was then led across a series of rooms and guided down a flight of stairs, until finally she crossed a room’s threshold and was greeted by a blast of frigid air. She began trembling uncontrollably. Her wrists were then freed and the captor withdrew through the doorway, closing the heavy door with a soft “thump”. On removing her blindfold Janice saw she was in a refrigerator compartment that was totally empty except for a pile of neatly folded clothing in a corner. She felt her extremities begin to go numb with cold, and she rushed over to the pile of clothing. She paused, staring aghast at the nature of the clothes that had been set out for her to wear- Leather Thigh- boots, Leather split crotch panties, Elbow length gloves, and a Leather corset that could be closed by means of buckles down the front. “No Way !!!” she yelled, and threw the clothing away from her. She stood there shivering uncontrollably, while her resolve was slowly eroded by the cold. Finally She gave in and donned the unfamiliar clothing before her hands seized up from the cold. Janice hammered at the door, screaming to be let out. Suddenly the harsh white light blinked out and the door opened. A dark mass entered and swiftly overpowered her weakened body despite Janice’s spirited kick at her assailant’s groin. The blindfold went on first then handcuffs were snapped on her wrists. She was pulled firmly out of the chiller room and in front of heater fans blowing warm air on her frigid body, until the chill left her.
Janice was then led back to the bed and made to sit down and part her legs, each ankle then being attached to either end of an inflexible rod about 3 feet long. The handcuffs were removed and Janice slowly lifted her hands so as to remove the blindfold...only to have them gripped by the wrists by a hold that was firm but not painfully so. Her captor pushed her hands over her head, making her lie back at the same time. A strong hand held her wrists together while the other bound them firmly but not overly tightly, then tied the loose ends to the headboard. She was now totally open to her captor, unable even to close her thighs. As she lay there she took in the smell of her new leatherwear and began to see in her mind’s eye what she must look like, and found the thought somewhat exciting. She tested her bonds and found them to be totally secure. Her wandering mind pictured her to be a white slave in a Middle Eastern Harem, waiting for her Sheik...Without even realising it she was becoming a willing participant in her unfolding drama.
Mark looked down on Janice with adoring eyes. Her slim form looked incredibly erotic in the fetish clothing he had purchased for her in the few hours she had been unconscious. He nervously anticipated yet dreaded the moment he would reveal himself to her. He had no evil intentions towards her but feared her rejection were he to have told her of his sexual inclination. As he gazed on her, he suddenly noticed her increased breathing; her moist lips and she also seemed to be thrusting her hips upwards...could she be enjoying this? He wondered....
Janice blinked hard as her blindfold was removed. When her sight cleared she saw a well-proportioned male figure, naked save for a set of leather boxer shorts and a velvet mask that totally obscured his face. After a long silence the figure spoke in the voice that she remembered from the previous evening to be Mark’s...
“Hello again, Janice. I’m sorry about all I’ve done to you , but I want you to understand that the reason for it is not so much to make you my prisoner than to protect myself from your rejection. I’ve had girls laugh at me before and I felt that if I didn’t do this it would happen again. I’ve got no right to expect your love after this, but I’m about to try to pleasure you before letting you go. Don’t worry, I have no intention of forcing myself on you, just giving you pleasure the only way I can.”
With that, and before giving her a chance to reply, Mark re-inserted the ball gag and ignoring her muffled protestations, began to caress her leather clad bound body. He gently attached a butterfly vibrator over her clitoris and set it on the lowest setting. Janice felt the delicious waves engulf her body. His stroking aroused her desire. She looked down on her body and saw in her dress and in her bondage the emotions of her captor, and she found it excited her physically and mentally. Mark pressed his body on hers, trembling with repressed desire. He wanted to take her right away, but he knew that he could never do that and live with himself later. His nearness, his musky scent and his obvious sexual desire turned Janice frantic with frustration. She wanted Mark to fuck her hard in the bondage he had imposed on her, which had awakened in her latent fantasies, which she never knew she had. She felt his fingers enter her and probe for her G-spot which she ensured Mark knew he had found by madly thrusting her hips and moaning loudly in obvious pleasure. She strained against her bonds as the crashing waves of multiple climaxes engulfed her. She felt Mark’s wet warmth on her thighs as he also succumbed to his desire, coming in the same instant as she. Janice drifted off into a deep sleep punctuated by dreams of awakening fantasies she had never experienced....
Janice woke up with a start, realising she was alone in her apartment. She stood, wondering whether she had been dreaming, until she felt the rope marks on her wrists and ankles...She trembled, recalling what she had experienced, and she wondered how she could contact Mark, to let him know that she would not reject him, and to lose herself in his fantasies again...
Janice lived her life in a trance for the next few days, her experience with Mark being her sole thought. Work, Home, Work again....
As she sat in her lounge one blustery evening, watching some ridiculous TV situation comedy that had no meaning for her, and as she replayed for the thousandth time the events of her abduction, anxious to retain the smallest detail, Mark’s slightest touch, she was shaken by the sound of her doorbell. She opened the door, surprised to see nothing except a small box on her welcome mat.
As she opened the box, an involuntary tremor ran through her body as she pulled out her leather thigh boots and then the other garments, her blindfold, handcuffs, lengths of rope and her ball gag...She ran to the window only to see a shadowy figure standing across the road, which turned and walked rapidly away as she appeared in the window. She stood there for a long time before returning to the box, in which she found a red rose and a brief note:
“Dear Janice,”
“Once again, please forgive me for the way in which I behaved towards you that night. I hope you understand my reasons, and that the experience may have been rewarding to you in some way.”
“I have been unable to keep you from my mind and know that I cannot live without you. Please accept the symbols of your bondage, which I am giving to you as a sign that I will no longer seek to enslave you. Rather, I am going to deliver myself into your hands for you to do as you will with me. As from tomorrow night I’ll be at Club Domino, where we met, for three nights, from midnight to 2am.”
“I’m resigned to either of three things, that you will never want to see me again, That you will report me to the Police, who will find me ready to be arrested, or , hoping against hope that you will somehow wish to see me again.”
Love, Mark.
Janice slowly folded the note, and after a long pause held it to her
heart.
TO BE CONTINUED.
06.03.03
story continues in Janice In Bondage 2
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