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This is a work of pure fiction. After all, if you wanted reality, you would be watching television, wouldn’t you? This story was inspired by a reader.
Why not inspire me now?
His name is Keith and the most interesting thing I can say about him would take a week or so to make up. He is neither rich nor good looking, but then I’m no super model either. He is intelligent with a good sense of humor, polite, and seven years younger than I. My name is Nancy, that is my middle name, my first name is Elisabeth. I never liked any of the nick names, Liz, Beth, and Lilly for Elisabeth or Elisabeth itself for that matter. My mother who goes by Betty is also, Elisabeth. She named me with the intention of calling me by my middle name, which I have always preferred.
Keith and I had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, but not yet intimate. When you’re a teenager, it’s dating, in college you hang out, and in your forties you’re seeing each other. If you have any better way to express social sexual exclusive relationship, let me know. But forget that “friends with benefits” stuff, because benefits to me are Labor Day off and a decent health plan, not fucking! As he escorted me to my door after our third date, I invited him in for a drink. I didn’t know how to react to his reply when he said he had to get up early in the morning. Was he just busy or was that the final brush-off? Taking a deep breath, I made my intentions clear.
“I was hoping we could have a glass of Sherry, strip off, and spend the night together in my bed.”
I was not entirely certain if granting consent required me to specifically say I wanted his cock in my pussy, but he seemed to get the drift and we enjoyed the Sherry, my bed, and each other till morning. His love making is a lot like the rest of him, but I had been six months without the pleasure of a man and it was any “poke” in a storm. I guess this is as good as any time to tell you that I like sex, but have never really enjoyed a wild orgasm not sure I ever had a passable one. Oh, I play with my clit and all that, getting off, so to speak, but I don’t really find it overwhelming. We enjoyed mutual “benefits” for a few more weekends, and then he suggested something different.
He said he had been reading some stories on the internet written by amateur authors and wanted to try something unusual. He was so damn bashful about what he wanted that I virtually had to drag it out one word at a time. He essentially wanted to do a little light bondage. He would tie me up helpless, molest me, and pretend to force himself on me against my will. Now, I have to tell you that I always asked him to use a condom, which was not to prevent pregnancy or STDs; I just have never enjoyed the gooey mess left inside me after the guy ejaculates. Maybe that’s where I am missing it! I hear about women whose lovers object to the rain coat with sex, but Keith had no problem.
The fantasy game of bondage always seemed rather silly to me. My lover would tie me up, gag, and blindfold me then do what we both knew I wanted him to do. However, Keith seemed really turned on by the whole thing and a little sexual fantasy couldn’t hurt. He voluntarily agreed to use a rubber and that he would not bring on any pain. He just wanted to tie me naked and helpless molesting me before intercourse. While I did not particularly find the idea arousing, I wanted to please him.
We agreed to a fantasy encounter the following weekend. He ordered some bondage stuff, cuffs, cheap looking gag, and a blindfold sent to my address. He called me at work just after lunch on our big day and said He wanted me to meet him at the door in stockings, garter belt, heels, and a smile. Alright, sure, I’ll do anything for love. Guys, who can figure them out! I took off work early to buy the things I would need meaning stockings, garter belt, and heels.
When Keith arrived before we kissed or hugged or even spoke, he slipped the blindfold on me. I get it! Limited interaction and blindfolded to reduce sensory perception, which is real cool! His hands were far more forceful than in any sexual encounter we had been involved in previously. He seemed really turned on by this and that was exciting me. He gently pushed me to my knees and then slapped my butt. I started to tingle all over!
The gag was uncomfortable, but it was all in fun and I could handle a few minutes of sexual fun. I was secured with a few small locks that I found out later were some how keyed the same, I guess you can buy them like that. The wrist cuffs were locked rudely in place behind my back and ankles secured to a dog’s choke chain. He dragged me off to bed by my hair, which by the way, I really did not like the hair drag bit. If I had been totally free or at the least able to scream, I would have ended it right then and there. Girls just have a thing about their hair, not to mention the pain of having it pulled on.
I was neither totally turned off or on by what he had apparently decided to do until he stuck his finger up my pussy after tossing me on the bed like a pile of laundry. That is when everything changed. You know what it feels like when your mind goes from one perception to another. When what you believed was tolerable becomes totally terrific! Well, with his finger wiggling in my pussy while tied helpless under his power, that is just what happened. I felt the build of a powerful orgasm from my toes to my nose and I knew a wild ride was on the way. I became a true believer! Being helpless, blind, and gagged was a trip and I was about to have a fantastic orgasm. There is something about having a lack of control, being unable to prevent what you really want, and feeling totally under an almost spiritual power that changes your whole out look on life especially sex.
His finger was replaced by a larger more impressive digit and five to six strokes afterward he blasted his ejaculation into the miniature plastic rain coat. Rolling off the bed, he walked toward my bathroom in one simple motion. I was lying there as always, totally frustrated, and in this instance I could not even lend a hand. In anguish, I lay there wanting to finish the job he had started angry at him for not considering my desires. I felt being alone would not be worse; with a free hand I could make some effort in getting off. I felt humiliated and used like a fuck toy. When he returned already dressed, he removed the blindfold, but not the gag.
“I am sorry, Nancy this isn’t working out. I thought this might change things, but I suppose I was only fooling myself. You certainly have realized that our sexual activities have neither been gratifying nor getting any better. It is best for both of us to call our relationship to a halt now before things just get worse. You can keep the bondage crap or throw it out. I thought I would enjoy this sort of action, but it really is not my thing. I hope we can be friends whenever our paths cross. Again, I am just as sorry as you.”
Unlocking one of the small keyed alike locks from my wrist, he walked out leaving me to clean up his mess. I called five maybe six times begging to do anything to get back together. The worst part of it was the yearning to be helpless. I tried self bondage and it was never anything like I wanted. I always felt that I could release myself at anytime and that feeling made the whole thing seem silly and unreal. I craved being under some ones power and control with no ability to free myself. Just as I was about to give up on the idea of sexual fulfillment all together, I found Stewart.
Stewart was a good looking man’s man. Five foot ten with flowing blond hair and a build most guys envy. Oh, hell, that is the way I see him! He is 48 which makes him a bit older than me and maybe that will help. We had just meant when over a cup of coffee he ask if I was into bondage.
“Which side?”
“I believe we both know which side, don’t we, Lilly?”
The facial expressions and the body language combined with the words were enough to prove he was right. That first night was so terrific! He tied me to a wall of his dungeon, naked, blind, and gagged. I had never been sodomized in my life, god it was wonderful! I hung there waiting and longing for those few moments when he wanted to return and molest me or simply caress my bare flesh. After the first two or three orgasms, I began to cum at the slightest touch. He was playing me like a fine violin making chuckling sounds and crude observations as he manipulated my arousal and volatile orgasms.
Before removing the bindings and taking me to his bed, the gag came out and his fingers carried his cum to my mouth. I licked off his cock just before falling off to sleep. I cooked him breakfast and knelt by his side while he ate. I felt I was in heaven! Then I did something foolish!
While he showered I had a look around his home. The closet with women’s things made my blood boil. I actually had thoughts of killing him. How could he take me like that, bring out orgasm after orgasm, and still have another woman! While I was still naked I confronted him with a large knife concealed behind my back. He was naked too. Sounds like a fair fight!
Well, it turns out the female personal effects were his sister’s. They had lived together for five or so years. As he pointed out while wet and naked with a sharp knife pointed at him, her things were in a separate room. He calmly mention that I had not been invited into that room and I should have discussed this in a more appropriate manner. Don’t you just hated it when men use logic? Maybe it is the rarity of the thing that bothers you! Two days later he introduced me to his sister Becky, short for Rebecca. He was quick to point out that she was bi-sexual and that they maintained a traditional sibling relationship. This was his requirement as the 42 year old sister was more open in her sexual interests.
Most nights for about a month, I found Stewart’s domination of my body, mind, and soul more stimulating than any sex I had ever known before. I would begin most evenings on my knees naked with hands cuffed, in my cuffs mind you, behind my back. I was fed morsels from his own hand at the table. Lost four pounds! In my submission I would be found naked on his front porch, luckily it was enclosed by a short wall, every evening as he came home. I was there also when he left in the morning. In both cases I was blindfolded and cuffed hand and foot. The bondage was almost as enjoyable as the multiple orgasms, never had multiples before, I received from early in the evening till early in the morning. Most of the time I would suck him off, but once or twice a week, he preferred another hole. Being master, he got what he liked and so did I!
One weekend I never got off my knees nor removed the blindfold. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had that Friday and found Steward bringing me to fulfillment as I awoke in the middle of the night not just once but many times. He bathed me in a lush bubbly bath of perfumed water and even rolled up my hair than brushed it out. Spoon feeding me oatmeal in the morning and soup in the evening, I felt more like a goddess than his slave. Wearing only bonds of love and a blindfold for more than two days was a wonderful experience. Then his sister Becky returned home from a trip with a friend.
Becky was the prefect definition of dike. Five foot seven inches at 125 pounds with very short and kinky hair she controlled Steward without need for cuffs or crop. I hated her from the moment my eyes looked on her bi-sexual perverted body. She was the first thing I had seen in over two days and I would have rather never seen anything again than look at her. She just made me sick! Partly because I knew she enjoyed the sexual activity of women as much if not more than men, but mostly because of the way Steward changed in her presence. Rather than feel I was under the control of a real man, I felt that my man was under control of a perverted woman. For the first time since I found Steward, I felt real fear!
Becky made the suggestion that we all have dinner at a nice restaurant to which Steward agreed and I complied. Then the humiliation began. Becky required me to address her as Lady Rebecca and demanded I bathe in some of her scented oils to improve my sensual appeal. I felt like she was saying I gave off a bad odor and needed all the help I could get. While in the bath Steward was encouraged by his sister to assist me. She went through my clothes and laid out an outfit she decided would be appropriate. I found sheer black stockings, garter belt, black bra, and a thin white dress on the bed when I walked in rapped in a towel.
The thin short white dress, which I would not have thought of wearing without a full slip was hers, but the very high and painfully tight red heels were mine. I had never had them on my feet for more than five minutes indoors and would not have thought of wearing them out for an evening.
She did my make up as well. Looking in the mirror I felt like a clown or maybe a very cheap whore. I wanted to protest, but somehow followed Steward’s lead which was no lead at all. While I felt degraded by it, I found it impossible to break free from her control. The worst thing was her sitting down and pointing to her high heel platform ankle boots and with this rude gesture commanding me to knee and place them on her nylon covered feet. Looking to Steward for protection or at least concern, I found myself as enslaved by Rebecca as he was.
Arriving at the restaurant, I felt exposed for complete ridicule as we walked from the car to the door. It was a short wait, but I was very uncomfortable in that near invisible dress and the slutty make up. Luckily, it was short time before our name was called or should I say Rebecca party of three.
After being seated at a booth between the two of them, Steward gave a command to us both that was obviously from his sister in both word and attitude.
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