Nanny | free bondage story

   Cindy carefully cleaned a piece of chain dangling from the overhead beam, absentmindedly rubbing the same spot. Her mind had wandered off to happier times, when she had last been bound in the chains that now hung idle around her. She moved among the selection of whips, leather straps and heavy metal gear that made up a bulk of the collection, thinking back to when they were well used. Now, they only played once or twice a month, and she really had no idea why.

     Jim and Cindy had been an item since they were 16 years old, growing up together in a suburb of a much larger metropolis. For years people assumed that they would not last, since Jim was more computer nerd than jock and Cindy was a constant contender for prom queen. But they had a bond that kept them together, something they could never reveal. Growing up near each other, they had always been friends, hanging out on the summers even before Jim knew he should like girls. It was during the summer of their sophomore year that Jim discovered a new side to his budding beauty of a friend. Jim had simply walked into Cindy’s house and headed for the stairs. With her parents gone on a trip, he knew he didn’t have to worry about running into anyone, and instead pushed right into her bedroom. For a moment he just stood in shock at the sight. On the bed was a naked, writhing form, bound in a combination of leather belts and clothesline. Despite the sponge shoved into her mouth and forced further in with duct tape, and the scarf over her eyes, Jim could tell it was Cindy. He knew she had heard someone walk in, and had begun bucking in an effort to move, hide or something, but the bonds were too effective to give. Instead, she only tired herself out.

     Jim moved over silently, as much to admire her position as to look over her helpless body. At 16 years old, he was still fighting acne and an awkwardness he was told he would grow out of. Cindy, on the other hand, already looked like a woman. At only 5’5”, she still had the longest legs in school, with a firm yet well rounded ass at the top. Her thin waist was belted severely now, the leather tightened so tight it seemed about to cut her in half, but the effect showed just how tiny her waist could be. Under her body he could see her naked breasts pressed against the bedcover. Of all her attributes, these were the most impressive. A natural 36D, she was a good reason sweaters were invented, and no matter how many times they had done it, every guy found themselves turning to stare as she walked by. Combined with her long blonde hair, softly curled as it spilled down her back, pouty lips and big, dark eyes, she was something to behold.

     Now, Jim stood over her, admiring the sight, but also studying the bondage she apparently had put herself in. He could see two pair of handcuffs holding both her wrists together as well as wrenching her elbows tight. Her arms had already started turning red from a slight disruption in circulation, but he could tell that she was well aware of her plight. Her hair had been woven into a tight ponytail, with a leather strap, then the strap had been fed down to the waist belt, where it was cut to the right length to reach, while forcing her head back severely.  A small padlock held the strap in place, the key no where in evidence. Looking around, he found the handcuff key dangling from a piece of string over the bed. He followed the string up and over a plant hook above her, and back down to an open face clock. A loop at the end had been fitted over the hour hand, designed to slip off when it reached high enough. Considering it was only 5:00pm, the hand still held the key tightly, with no chance of release until at least 10:00pm. He found himself whistling. That would be a long time in bondage, not even counting the time she had already spent.

     Looking even closer, he examined her legs, doubled up behind her, with belts strapping them together at thigh, above knee, below and at ankle. The interesting addition was the method she had devised to hold her legs in their bent position. Thin rope had been wound around her big toes then pulled up to the back of her collar. With her feet nearly touching her lower waist, the strain on her toes alone had to be intense, not to mention the threat of choking by pulling too hard on her collar. He could see her struggle constantly to keep the tension light, forcing her legs even farther back by bending her waist hard, only to release after a moment. A low buzzing sound caught his ear and he looked down to her crotch, catching sight of two vibrators under a wide belt between her legs. One seemed to be positioned perfectly on her clit, while the other seemed to disappear up her own ass. It seemed the vibrators were on some sort of timer, as the buzzing picked up. Soon, low moans escaped the gag and once again she began to buck and shake. Every move of her body yanked even harder on her head, and every muscle flinch yanked her feet down, choking her a bit more. But soon the buzzing stopped and she relaxed, her chest heaving beneath her.

     Jim couldn’t tear his eyes away. The site of this beautiful girl bound helpless before him, made his cock stand tall. He had always found images of bondage exciting, but never had the chance to see it for real. Now he could tell it was something that he craved to see more of, and if he had his way, he would help Cindy live out her bizarre fantasies even more. He looked at his watch, and back at the faceless clock, then pulled up a chair. It was better than TV, he thought as he could hear the vibrators start again.

10:00 o’clock came too fast, but he could tell that Cindy was eager for release. The string had begun slipping, and Cindy obviously knew it was close. She turned on her chest and reached out with her bound hands, hoping to catch the key. But as the string slipped and something fell into her hands, she let out a groan. Rather than the key, it was a locket that Jim had given her on his birthday. For a moment she could do nothing but renew her efforts to find an escape. She knew it was futile. The only way she would find release was with that handcuff key. Nothing else would release the cuffs.

Finally, she felt hands on her head and soon bright light flooded her eyes, soon replaced by the image of Jim.

     “Hello, Cindy,” he said, holding the key in front of her. “I suppose you want this?” Cindy nodded frantically, a flush of blood rushing to her face at the thought that her friend was seeing her like this. “Well it seems you like this a lot, don’t you?” Another nod. She felt his hands run over her bound and aching arms, down to her exposed ass, then around to grab a breast. She squealed as he pinched her nipple hard, but a warm glow spread through her crotch as he did. “I’ve been sitting her for about five hours, and I found your diary. It seems you really like this, don’t you? So much that you are hoping to find a real master to control you and play with you, right?” Reluctantly, Cindy nodded. She never meant anybody to read that, but now he knew all her secrets. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you go if you let me be your master.”

That simple experience began a long road together, leading to her moment standing in their dungeon. For years they remained an unlikely couple, but nobody knew the real reason. They experimented with everything they dared to, and Cindy loved every moment. As Jim grew more comfortable with his skills and an understanding that Cindy was looking for extreme situations, he began to comply. Six months after that first night, his parents had left for a two week trip, and she had come over for another secret rendezvous. As usual, she had told her parents she was spending the week in the country with her friend Janet, who was happy to cover for her. But as an extra precaution, she had told Janet she was going with Jim to the city, to avoid her stopping by for a chat. As they toasted their evening alone and drank, Cindy immediately found herself groggy, and soon, as Jim smiled at her, she slumped to the table asleep. Some time later, she awoke, only to find herself strapped in a wide spread eagle, in a dark and dank room. Winches had been used to haul her to her feet, then more cables had pulled her legs wide as well. As she examined he situation, she could tell she had been like this for awhile as her joints ached horribly. Her mouth, gagged with a huge ball, had begun to ache as well, matching the pain in the rest of her body. After what seemed like hours she began to cry from the suspension, when a booming voice echoed through the room.

     “You’re a fool to trust me, Cindy,” she could hear Jim’s voice. “You told Janet you were in the city. I’ve already called her asking where you were, so I’m covered. I can do anything I want to you. Anything.” A bright spotlight clicked on, highlighting a gleaming tray of instruments, all dangerous looking. “You see, you really don’t know me, Cindy. I’ve been hoping to meet a girl I could torture horribly, and since you are here, I guess it can be you!” As Cindy tried to comprehend his words, Jim came out of the shadow, pushing a small barbeque in front of him. Stopping beside her, he reached to the hot coals and pulled out a small brand, holding it up to her fear filled eyes. The red hot initials of Jim Reading glared back at her, and Cindy began crying in fear.

For the next 36 hours, Jim kept Cindy in a constant state of pain and arousal. With a combination of forceps, hot steel, rubber whips and electrodes, Cindy had experienced more pain and sheer terror than ever before. Her body ached from the series of welts that had risen from both the long whip as well as the soaked canes that Jim had applied expertly to the backs of her thighs. Throughout the endless hours she had been tortured, Jim had maintained a constant stream of conversation, convincing Cindy that she would not leave this room alive. She could feel the blood from her pierced tongue dripping on her bruised breasts. The ball gag had been replaced by a ring gag  early, and Jim had used a skewer to run a hole through her tongue, fitting a thick, seamless ring through it. Tying a heavy leather cord to the ring, he ran another needle, through the base of each nipple, then ran a single, long bar through both holes. With the leather he pulled her tongue out forcefully, then tied it to a ring in the center of the rod. Pulling it tight, he pulled her tongue out painfully far, yanking up on her tortured nipples and lifting her large breasts. Forced to keep her head bent down as far as it could go to reduce the pain on all the piercings, Cindy moaned from the punishment. She watched as Jim knelt down in front of her stretched body and raised another thick needle in front of her crotch. She knew what was coming and tried to cry out through the gag, pleading for mercy. Jim simply smiled at her and, with a pair of needle nose pliers grabbed her sensitive clit, pulling it out painfully before shoving the metal through. Her head jerked back, yanking hard on both her nipples and tongue. A scream erupted from her throat, as she begged Jim to stop. Three streams of blood began trailing down her body as the hard pull caused all three holes to bleed again. Quickly she dropped her head, and watched as Jim replaced the needle through her clit with another thick ring, then tied another piece of leather to it. Standing, he pulled it taught and attached it to the rod between her nipples. Another moan erupted from her as she could find no compromise that avoided extreme pain. New tears streamed down her face as she fought to control the rising panic and sense of dread that was growing inside of her.

     For a moment she lost sight of Jim, but soon could hear him behind her. Without warning, her back erupted in fire as Jim lashed her with a single tail whip. Cindy’s head jerked back again, yanking on her clit as well now, but Jim didn’t wait for her to recover. For 30 minutes, she languished in ultimate pain as Jim laced a series of intense marks across her back and ass, while Cindy found she could not prevent herself from punishing her own tongue, nipples and clit.

     For hours Jim found new ways to increase Cindy’s torment. Toward the end, she lost consciousness three times, solely from the pain being inflicted on her. Now certain that Jim had lost his mind and intended to kill her, she was lost in a world of terror she never thought she would experience. The blood had stopped from her piercings, but she still struggled to keep a balance, avoiding any further tugging. She could feel her legs go lose and soon she was lowered down to the floor. Unable to support herself, she settled to her knees and Jim unhooked the chains that held her arms wide. Soon, her arms were bound again, but this time behind her. She grunted as her elbows were strapped together as well, forcing her breasts out and increasing the painful tension. Leather straps locked her ankles to her thighs, and he attached chains to the straps that reached to either side, connected to the poles, holding her knees open. Jim stepped around to her front and unlaced the leather that connected her tongue to the rod between her nipples. As Cindy tried to pull her tongue back in her mouth, she found it painful to do so, the muscles at the back of her mouth sore from being stretched for more than 15 hours. She could feel Jim wrap rope around the base or her breasts, and soon she could hear the cranking of the winch. Slowly, the nooses around her breasts began to tighten, then lift her body off the ground. As her knees left the floor, Jim stopped, then attached a chain from the strap around her wrists, then connected it to a ring beneath and slightly in front of her, mounted in the floor. Gathering her sweat drenched hair, Jim laced it into a ponytail, including a leather strap among the hair, then stretched the strap down and between her legs, attaching it to the ring through her clit. Slowly, he pulled, forcing Cindy’s head back more and more, then tied it off to the ring. Cindy cried out as she tried to raise her head from the uncomfortably bent position, but any efforts yanked horribly on her clit. Once again, Jim returned to the crank and began turning it, raising her body even more.

     As the ropes shortened, the chain from Cindy’s hands to the floor tightened, and soon she was being pulled backward. The strain on her breasts increased until the nooses had tightened as far as they could, reducing the base of her breasts dramatically. With the constriction, the blood flow was reduced and quickly her breasts began to discolor. Cindy began to moan from the intense pain in her chest, as quiet tears began to trail down her inverted cheeks. After a few more cranks, Jim stopped and stood to the side, admiring Cindy’s contorted and tortured form. Despite the array of marks across her body, she was still beautiful. He never imagined he would have this perfect young girl to torture. He looked behind him and pulled up a chair to sit. Her breasts were pulled from her body, most of the bulbous shapes turning a bright red, with the ropes at their bases forcing them through a small opening. Bent backward, her legs were bent under her but spread wide. He could see the muscles in her thighs at full tension. With her arms chained close to the floor, her shoulders had been pulled back hard, and with the addition of her ponytail strap to her clit ring, her face pointed straight backward.

     After a moment admiring her taught and pain filled body, Jim stood and selected a cane from the implements nearby. Stepping between her knees, he lifted the brine soaked bamboo and brought it down hard on her engorged left breast. Cindy howled through the ring gag, yanking hard on her clit ring in reaction. Jim immediately followed the first stroke with a second to her right breast, then a sequence of twenty more. Cindy bucked from each stroke, the cries replaced by a low moan of primal pain. As Jim finished the first round of caning, he moved around to her face and, unzipping his pants, he pushed his already hard cock into her mouth, fitting it through her ring gag. Sliding it in, he could feel the head reach the back of her throat, cutting off most of her air flow.

     “I’m going to hold my cock down your throat. Your last breath will be making me cum, so get busy.” He brought the cane down again, this time finding a new part of her now nearly purple left breast. The low howl from her mouth felt amazing, and Jim kept up the caning as he began to fuck her throat. With her air mostly cut off, Jim was sure she was close to losing consciousness. Coming quickly wouldn’t be a problem though, so he picked up the pace with the cane and with his other hand, grabbed the rod between her nipples. Pulling hard on that brought a new level of screams from her throat and soon he was pumping cum back down it. He could feel her swallowing his load, and as he finished, he lashed the cane down hard on her right breast while pulling and twisting the nipple rod hard. With a final scream, Cindy lost consciousness, slumping in her bonds.

     Cindy woke in a soft bed, her naked body covered by cotton sheets. Trying to roll over, she found her body chained in a spread eagle. Looking up, she could see herself in the reflection from a ceiling mirror, but with the sheet in place, she could only see her head. Though she was held firmly, the tension wasn’t painful and she relaxed on the soft surface. She could tell she was naked, except for a wide collar locked on her neck and a ball gag in her mouth. For a few minutes, as she woke slowly, she was confused. The last nightmare she remembered, Jim was torturing her horribly, and she was certain she was going to die. Now, as the morning light warmed her cool body, she realized it had all been part of the plan.

     “Good morning, my slave,” Jim said from the doorway. Cindy tried to raise up, but fell back down on the bed. Jim sat down on the edge, slowly pulling the sheet off of her. Looking back up, Cindy was shocked to see her own body. Covered in lash marks and bruises, her breasts purple and swollen, Cindy knew now that her nightmare had been real. Jim ran his hand over her skin and Cindy winced each time he touched a mark. His fingers ran over her breasts, and for the first time she noticed the rings now mounted in her nipples. Looking down her body, she could see a ring mounted in her clit as well. Further examination told her that a similar ring was in her tongue.

     “I decided we should keep the rings for now,” Jim said, flicking the steel in her right nipple. “I wanted to give you a nose ring, too, but I thought that would be a problem for school.” Cindy felt a stir in her pussy from the thought of being humiliated like that, but the gag prevented her from voicing her wish that he would. Instead, she could only lay back and think.

     Jim constantly found ways to increase the intensity of their play, both in public and in private. Cindy had the perfect room to allow for nighttime play, with little danger of her parents intrusion. Her room was separated from most of the house, having been built on as an addition over the garage, with only a long hallway connecting her door to the rest of the upstairs. Shortly after she met Jim, she developed the habit of acting scared that she was up there alone, until her father encouraged her to lock the two doors at both ends of the hall to make her feel at ease. The result was complete privacy. After a few months, when Cindy was confident they were safe, she would invite Jim to sneak up the back trellis and spend nights with her. By the middle of their Junior year Jim had been spending three nights a week with Cindy, with Jim losing sleep watching the harshly bound Cindy beside him. The nights he couldn’t stay, he often came early, placing Cindy in some sort of bondage, only to return in the morning to release her. During this time, they experimented with more and more stringent bondage, until Cindy became accustomed to sleeping throughout the night in a heavily bound position.

          Toward the middle of their Junior year, Jim began to modify Cindy’s public appearance, or at least modify how she felt in public. She had managed to hide both her nipple rings and clit ring from her friends since they were added to her body, and she hoped they would never know. The tongue ring was quite a bit more common, and though she was the talk of the school for having done that seemingly wild thing to her body for such a clean cut cheerleader type, the talk slowed quickly and the ring ceased to be a topic of conversation.

     Over the first months they were together, Jim had arranged a series of laser treatments to permanently remove hair from her crotch. While he was at it, he also removed any signs of hair from her under arms, legs and arms. Now, despite how long her bondage might be, he would not have to deal with it. Cindy wasn’t as pleased to find herself so hairless, but she also felt the glow of her submissive side knowing that her Master had made such a permanent change to her body.

     She soon began finding changes that Jim would make without her approval. One morning, she discovered all her flat shoes had been removed, in favor of several pairs of five-inch heels. Begrudgingly, she learned to walk in heels, and soon learned to enjoy how they made her legs look. As time went on, Jim made additional changes. All her slacks and pants disappeared, in favor of skirts, none reaching lower than mid thigh. At the same time, she was provided with garter belts, and stockings to wear. Over time, her full panties were exchanged with g-strings, and her normal bras with padded ones, further increasing the size of her chest. Each day she was forced to expose herself in the new and unfamiliar attire she felt further humiliated. But she knew she had no choice, and endured.

Soon, even her panties disappeared, and she learned to wear none, the cool winter air both chilling and exciting her bare pussy.

     Waking one day in late February, Cindy found Jim already gone for the day. As she stood, naked and marked from the straps that had bound her to the bed for the night, she heard a strange jingling. Looking down, she found a short four-inch piece of chain connected to her clit ring, with a tiny bell dangling at its end. Moaning in embarrassment, Cindy tried to walk, noticing the subtle jingle regardless of what she did. Red from humiliation, she dressed for school. Throughout the day, the jingle followed her from class to class, the short chain even rattling against the wood seats of the desks as she sat. Though she got some strange looks, nobody could imagine that sitting next to them, a young girl had a tiny bell hanging from a ring mounted in her permanently hairless crotch. Cindy, however, knew it, and the thought kept a constant flush of humiliation on her face.