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A Matter of Inches
...You pause, looking down at me, then, moving with your right heel the taut ropes from my ankles and my collar to the bottom ring in the support beam, you say sternly, "Is that understood, or should I leave you here to enjoy the view?"
I stay silent, swallowing a scream, for the instant additional tightness of the ropes had been so painful.
After a time, you crouch down, and whisper softly, yet with a trace of
cruelty, in my ear, "I love you, my slave. You will never escape from me."
I shiver...
The Afternoon Post
...He looped a length of rope round my waist a couple of times and tied it tightly in the middle of my back. Then he tied the loose ends round the post. The next two lengths of rope bound and cinched my wrists and elbows behind the post. The ends of these were also used to bind my arms tightly to the post. My pussy was already hot and wet with expectation. I spread my legs in anticipation. “Not so fast,” he said again. Another rope was soon tied to the post in the middle of my shoulder blades. The ends were drawn under my armpits to be tied beneath my boobs before being taken up over my shoulders and tied off to the post behind my neck. My upper body was now pulled back against the post. He sorted through the box once more before returning with even more lengths of rope. He threaded the shortest one through the D-ring on the top of the gag harness and tied this round the post as well. Even before he added this rope, the high collar had severely restricted the movement of my head - now l could hardly move my head at all...
Day in the Rain
...“That’s ok, we can have some fun while we wait” she told me. I figured we would watch a movie or play a board game or something. Nope. She grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. Of course I didn’t resist and could feel the ropes being wrapped around my wrists and tied tightly.
“Where’s your swimsuit?” she asked.
“It’s in my car” I said.
“I’ll get it for you later” she said to me as she placed a ball gag in my mouth. She buckled it nice and tight behind my hair and ordered me to walk to the closet. She opened the closet door and helped me get on my knees...
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A Day (or Two) in Bonds
...Jesse then walks out of the room. God she looks sexy in her hose, heels skirt and tight blouse. When she returns she is holding a leather bag I have never seen before. She then empties that bag on the floor. I’m shocked!! Where did Jesse get all this stuff!! I see ballet boots, a butt plug, a ring-gag with penis attachment, a chastity belt with a large hole in the front, a plastic thing a have never seen before, and a wide collar.
"Where did you get all this stuff?" I ask....
On The Catwalk
... "Here's Susann and Marcus. Suzann is wearing a white catsuit under a purple latex jacket and a matching purple short skirt. She has a nice full head hood showing only her eyes. Her neck is complimented by a two inches wide black leather collar with chromed studs. She walks on knee high boots with a thick platform and buckle closures. Fabulous. And she has Marcus on tow by his nose ring. He's wearing the latest in blow-up catsuit. The rubber is very tight and there's not a lot of space between the inner and outer layers, allowing to an increase of the air pressure of 25% compared to the other suits. Amazing. He seems to be having a hard time walking on his platform spiky boots linked by the short hobble chain… And there's a pull on the leach from Suzann!"...
The Campground
...Cindy was dressed in a very unique corset outfit. It appeared to be a regular corset, except the 3 inch wide strap that came up between her legs and buckled at about her waist. A collar attached by some chains connected to the top of her corset. Her breasts were pushed up and out and her waist was cinched tight. Multiple garters attached to her black back-seamed stockings. Tall 5 inch pumps, and a large ball gag completed her wardrobe. Handcuffs attached her wrists to the same place the strap between her legs connected to her corset. Mistress Jennifer had on a black corset also, but along with her black stockings, she had on thigh high leather boots with 6 inch stilettos. Mistress Jennifer also had on shoulder length gloves, and a skimpy leather thong. They looked incredible. I couldn't have dreamed of a better vision...
Tightly Bound Bride, part 1
...The beautiful bride’s arms were encased in long satin gloves, with pearl buttons from her wrists almost to her shoulders. More of the thin white cord bound her hands tightly together palm to palm, and another series of wraps and cinches drew her elbows together behind her back until they touched. The digging cords compelled her shoulders back, thrusting her full breasts against her bejeweled bodice. Her long, flowing train was fastened at each shoulder with a pearl pin, then cascaded down her back, and out across the floor. It also served to completely conceal her tightly bound arms.
Mary’s blond hair was piled into a mound of golden swirls upon her head. Her headpiece was white satin with pink flowers. Her veil was a chiffon cloud. It was sheer, but with several layers, so that it was almost opaque. Under the veil Mary’s eyes were covered by a tight blindfold made of foam and white leather buckled behind her head. Her red lips were stretched around a large leather plug, which filled her mouth, jacking her teeth apart while depressing her tongue. The gag strap was also of white leather, and buckled behind her head. The fullness and opacity of the veil made the gag and blindfold invisible...
Tightly Bound Bride, part 2
...Cissi’s wrists were bound together palm to palm, with six wraps of thin cord pulled very tightly, and then 3 cinches between her wrists which caused the cord to dig harshly into her wrists. A slightly thicker cord was used on her elbows, again six wraps, then around her shoulder, behind her neck, around her other shoulder, back to her elbows, then looped through the rope behind her neck and pulled tight. This served to tighten the elbow bondage, pull back her shoulders, and remove any possibility that she could wiggle the rope off of her elbows...
Tightly Bound Bride, part 3
...Mary opened the door, and saw the shine of polished chrome. “Take them out, and put them on behind your back, and very tight.” The chrome object proved to be a set of handcuffs, very heavy, and with the cuffs very close together with a hinge separating them, rather than a length of chain. Mary looked at the cuffs for a moment, then closed one cuff on her right wrist over her satin, elbow length glove. She clicked it until it was snug, looked at James, then clicked it another notch until it was tight. Again she looked at her husband, but his expression showed neither approval, nor disapproval. Mary sighed, and clicked the cuff another notch, until the steel bit harshly into her flesh. James smiled slightly. She leaned forward, placed both hands behind her, and captured the other wrist in the cuff’s steel embrace...
Tightly Bound Bride, part 4
...She zipped up the back, then settled her large breasts into the tight bodice. The cups were perhaps one size smaller than her normal bra. Her milky white flesh fought against the confining rubber and her nipples popped out of the cutouts like two ripe red strawberries. She tugged the panties up her bare legs, and over her lush behind. Despite herself, the excitement of the moment and the anticipation of seeing James had made her wet between the legs, and her slick, swollen pussy squished and slithered inside the slippery rubber. The short but full petticoat flounced out from her hips, lifting the short black skirt and allowing her rubber panties to show. With a rustle of rubber Mary sat on the bed and slipped the shoes onto her feet. She fastened the buckles, and with a sigh of resignation, clicked the locks closed. The arch created by the high heels was incredible. She was able to stand, but merely walking across the room was a gymnastic feat. Her legs trembled from the strain, and her feet began to ache in mere minutes. With the locks, her poor feet would stay arched and aching until someone took pity on her, and unlocked them...
