Cassandra · Part 1

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Cassandra was 26, and had been married for two years. She enjoyed sex with her husband Michael, but she had never told him about her fantasies of being tied up. Somehow, she couldn't imagine him understanding, and she didn't want him to think he'd married some kind of pervert. Since she was a little girl, a warm wave of excitement would wash through her when she played cowboys and indians with her friends and the boys roped her to a tree, or when the heroines in TV shows like

Charlie's Angels were bound and gagged by the bad guys.

When she got older, she would fantasise that men she found attractive had kidnapped her and were holding her captive so that they could use her body for sexual experiments, tying her down and making her orgasm against her will. She had tried telling a couple of her boyfriends about her desires, had played with scarves and blindfolds, but their games could never match up to her imagination.

Recently things had started getting out of hand, though. It began when Michael had set up internet access on their home computer. One day while he was at work she had started surfing & stumbled upon a website selling leather restraints. That was just the start. From there she learnt about a new world of domination and submission. She realised that her 'fetish' was shared by hundreds of other people. She read stories on the web that made her so wet and excited she would spend all day in a state of arousal.

She began masturbating more, sometimes tying her ankles to the bedposts with the belt from her bathrobe and imagining that her hand moving on her clitoris was really her husband's.

In her new, wild fantasies, her husband found out her secret and decided to teach her a lesson, binding her helplessly, gagging her, blindfolding her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and making her beg for release.

She imagined Michael using different types of vibrators, nipple clamps and gags on her, dressing her in rubber and latex outfits that exposed her bottom and breasts and pinned her arms to her sides. The stories she read fueled her own appetite, and her curiosity.

What did a clover clamp look like? How did an inflatable dildo work?

Michael remained unaware of his wife's growing obsession. He did, however, notice her increased appetite for sex & her heightened response. He started coming home from work earlier so that they had more time in the evenings for extended sessions in bed. Cassandra needed more, though. It was time for her to take the next step. She had to find out if Michael shared fantasies like hers. She decided to go & buy some of the toys she had read about, and hide them in the bedroom.

Her pulse raced when she pictured him finding a pair of handcuffs in his underwear drawer.

Would he be turned on?

At the bookstore she found a magazine filled with pictures of big-breasted women with rope tied tightly around their breasts and between their legs, accompanied by stories of rape and torture.

The contents were too violent for her tastes, but in the classified section she found just what she was looking for.

"The Rubber Rose Adult Toyshop – by appointment" wasn't far from her house and boasted a large selection of bondage accessories, outfits and equipment.

Having found the right place, she then had to wait for several days before she could embark on her naughty expedition.

Some freelance editing work came up that kept her busy for over a week, working day and night. When the job was over, Michael surprised her by saying, "Cassie, why don't you go out shopping tomorrow? It's time you bought some new clothes."

Cassandra was thrilled. "Honey, you are so sweet.

I think that's just what I need."

She nearly choked when he said, "And… why don't you stop into.. er…. Victoria's Secret, or something, as well, and get something to wear in the bedroom."

He gave her a mischievous grin. If only you knew where else I was going, she thought to herself as she blew him a kiss.

I hope you'll find my other purchases exciting too.

The next day Cassandra felt so nervous she could barely concentrate as she drove to the Rubber Rose. She had dressed carefully for her outing, wearing a plain black cotton dress that showed off her long, shapely legs and her narrow waist. She had brushed her long blonde hair into a shining cascade and wore it loose. Strappy black sandals with small heels completed her outfit.

In her mind she was imagining different outcomes to the evening ahead that were quickly making her panties wet. Suddenly she realised that she was very near her destination. She found a parking space and walked towards the three-story house. The man on the phone had explained that for reasons of discretion the little plaque by the doorbell read only, "Dr Lenoire – Private Consultations."

She had laughed when she'd asked him what kind of doctor he was, and he replied, "Doctor of Engineering, my dear! But

I have other interests too & I hope I can help you find what you are looking for." She felt at ease with him as they chatted on the phone

& she knew had found the right place.

She rang the bell with a shiver of anticipation.

The door opened to reveal a man with salt and pepper hair down to his shoulders, wearing blue cotton slacks and a white shirt. He was about 50, she guessed, in good physical shape, with well-defined features & navy blue eyes that beamed into hers. He looked like someone she would want as her psychologist, or even her gyneocologist, she thought with a smile.

"My dear! Come inside, you're right on time!"

said the man, ushering her inside. "You may call me Doctor, and shall I call you Cassandra, Cassie or Cass?"

"All my friends call me Cassie," she replied as she followed him down the hall.

What a strange place, she thought as she looked around. There were pictures all over the wall, prints of oil paintings that she recognised from art galleries around the world. All the subjects were women.

Doctor noticed her interest and said, "I may be a doctor of engineering, but I prefer to study the female form now that

I'm retired. "

"You're retired?" Cassandra was surprised. "You don't look old enough."

Doctor smiled. "Most people underestimate my age by at least ten years, not that I mind of course," he said. "But I did retire a few years early in order to devote more time to my hobby, as you will see. Now, here we are, through this door please…"

Cassandra followed him into a dark room filled with things from her darkest fantasies. Leather, latex & rubber outfits hung against one wall, and there were racks upon racks of leather straps and chains which she immediately moved towards. Doctor put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Not now, my dear, there's something else I need to show you first. Come this way."

She entered another room as dark as the first, with a mirrored ceiling. This one was empty, however, apart from what looked like a massage table covered with black leather, with cuffs attached at each corner. She turned to Doctor, who gestured towards the table.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he said.

"But I didn't come here for this!" croaked Cassandra.

She turned to the door and found to her dismay that there was no handle.

She was trapped.

Doctor clapped and shouted "G, B, D and F, come in!" A door on the opposite wall opened and four men walked in. As they moved towards Cassandra, Doctor said, "I knew when you called me on the telephone that you would be the perfect model for some of my creations."

She struggled as the four men grabbed her arms and legs & lifted her off the ground.

"Let me go!" she cried as they carried her to the table & strapped the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles, leaving her lying on her back with her arms above her head. She thrashed around but it was futile. She was now helpless.

Doctor leaned over her and smiled. "I know that you'll enjoy this sales demonstration, my dear. I can tell that you're already very excited. I promise that you won't be hurt. And don't worry about my companions here," he said, gesturing to the men who hovered nearby.

"They are my trainees in a very special art. They are already quite experienced, as you will find out."

Cassandra continued struggling and screamed "Let me go, you bastards! My husband will come and find me and you'll all be sorry!" Doctor shook his head and sighed.

"It seems that a gag will be necessary to protect our ears. G, would you go next door and choose a suitable one, preferably with a blindfold too.

G was back in a flash, holding something that looked like a bridle and grinning. "Yes, that's one of my favorites, too,"

said Doctor. They all gathered round as he held up the contraption & prepared it for use. Cassandra looked at her reflection in the mirror above and felt a familiar fluttering in her groin. How could she be horny at a time like this?

She groaned as the Doctor clicked the collar part of the gag around her neck. Then the men held her head and forced her jaws open as Doctor pushed something rubbery into her mouth that hooked onto her back molars and pinned her tongue down.

The smell overwhelmed her as the leather was pulled up over her mouth and nose, and then her eyes! She tried to shake her head to dislodge the mask but they held her tightly, and she felt straps being pulled over her ears and tightened across her forehead. There was a final click then she felt them let go. She could breathe through her nose, but her mouth was sealed with leather, her jaw kept tightly shut by a strap under her chin that hooked over her ears, and her tongue was held immobile.

She could turn her head just a little thanks to the restrictive collar, and she was in total darkness.

"Are you comfortable my dear?" asked Doctor. Cassandra tried to scream but the only sound that came out was a muffled grunt. "Good!

Then we'll continue."

Doctor gave instructions to his trainees as they carefully undressed her, releasing one limb at a time to ease her clothes off her body, then strapping it firmly back into the cuff. Something cold and slimy was smeared over her pubic hair & she recognized the smell of depilatory cream. She bucked her hips in protest but two pairs of hands held her pelvis down while every hair on her pussy was enveloped in the cream. In a few minutes she felt them wiping away all her fur. Her pussy was now smooth and naked, and completely exposed.

Cassandra was so turned on despite herself that she could feel the juices dripping from her sex. One ankle at a time was released and firmly held as tight, soft, leathery material was eased up her leg to the top of her thigh. Doctor was talking in a saleman's patter as he instructed the men in how to put on the outfit. He said that he had developed this material himself and that it had the texture of leather but with micropores for breathability.

Next they released both her arms, and sat her up. She managed to get one hand free and grab at the face mask but they quickly captured it before she could find a way to remove it. Doctor laughed and told her that even with both hands free it was impossible for her to take off as it was locked at the back. The men laughed as well. One of them commented that he liked to see a beautiful woman struggle, and they all agreed.

They held her arms out and forced them into tight sleeves. Cassandra pushed her hands in, but quickly tried to pull them out again when she got to where the holes should have been and found them sealed. The material was too tight and clingy, though. She tried wriggling her fingers but the material welded them together, rendering her hands useless. She felt a touch at the small of her back, then a zip was pulled up to the back of her neck, pulling material snugly against her torso.

Next, a strap was attached at the tops of her arms and tightened so that her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts thrust forward to poke out through a wide slit in the front. They held her arms to her sides and folded her hands over her leatherclad belly, then she felt a gentle tugging which moved from the tops of her arms, all the way down to the tips of her fingers, then back up the other side. She tried to move her arms but they were completely immobile, as if they had been welded to her body! My god, she thought, this is insane. What can they have planned for me after all this elaborate preparation?

Now they returned to her legs, straps were attached to the tops of her thighs, and then to her ankles, cinched in tightly so her legs were folded with bent knees. Then cuffs were attached just above her knees. She was rolled onto her side and felt a cord being knotted through a loop in the middle of her back. The cord was pulled round either side of her body & attached to each knee cuff, then she felt them being roped in tighter and tighter. Cassandra tried to fight against the cords, but the men were too strong, and they soon had her knees level with her chest, pinned back on either side of her breasts.

"Now, let's give her a little peek at our handywork!"

cried Doctor, & started to unzip part of the face mask, which allowed

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