My Bondage Valentine · Part 1

My Bondage Valentine · Part 1 (1/2)
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Once a month I have lunch with my girlfriend Brandi, and we discuss the usual things. Our jobs; clothes; shoes; and men.

“How are things going with Mark?” she asked.

Brandi and I are both 30, born just months apart, and we’ve been friends since college when we shared a dorm room together. She’s in sales, and I’m in advertising. We both live on Long Island and work in NYC; taking the train in everyday.

Brandi is the more attractive of us, she’s always been thin. I’m well, average. Five feet five inches in heels, 130 pounds and I wear glasses. I’ll never be in Vogue, that’s for sure.

“All right, but after what happened last Valentine’s Day, this one is going to be awkward,” I replied.

“OK, what happened last Valentine’s Day?” Brandi asked.

“In January, we were watching and adult film together before having sex, and there was a woman on screen wearing a rubber bra and panty. I said that I’d really like to have that as a joke.”

“What happened next?”

“On Valentines Day that’s exactly what he gave me! I never really meant it!” I protested.

“Did you at least wear it for him?” Brandi asked.

“No, I just thanked him for it and put it in the bottom of my dresser drawer. It’s in a red box, and each piece is wrapped in paper, and I think there’s talcum power to keep them from sticking.”

“How did Mark take it?”

“Not well, I’m afraid I hurt his feelings. The next weekend he gave me a watch.”

“You could at least have worn it for him once you know,” said Brandi.

“But that is nothing compared to what happened in April.”

“What did you do in April?” Brandi demanded.

“Remember when my computer was infected with a virus?” I said.

“How could you let your computer get a virus these days?” Brandi asked, “Anti-Virus programs are even free these days on the net?”

“I let my subscription lapse. Anyway when I called Mark to ask if I could use his PC he said to come right over. We live only about fifteen minutes apart. So he welcomed me to his apartment, took my coat, and sat me down in front of his PC and brought up Word, since I had to write a short report.”

“What happened next?”

“He was in the kitchen making coffee, and I decided to peek at his computer. In My Documents I discovered that he writes porn for the Internet! From the titles, I guessed they were Bondage Porn! When I went into My Pictures, I found dozens of pictures of girls in leather, latex, all tied up in straps, chains, rope! I was scrolling through that when I gasped, and he came running into the room.”

“Wow, Amy, that’s pretty good. Your boyfriend lets you into his place to use his PC, and you start nosing around. Why didn’t you just ask him for his credit report and bank balance while you were at it?”

“We had a long talk, and he admitted that he wrote bondage fiction, showed me his book collection starting with “Story of O” and “The Image” and paperbacks from Virgin Books; Silver Moon; and others. I just listened quietly, apologized for snooping, and asked to do my work. We had coffee and didn’t mention it again.”

Brandi just sat in her chair and whistled in surprise.

“That’s deep, Amy,” Brandi replied.

“I told him that I wanted to continue seeing him, and that his hobby was OK by me, but that I wasn’t interested. Then he called me later on in the week, and we resumed dating as normal, and we never talked about it again.”

“Didn't Mark also take care of your cat when you were away on business?”

“I gave him my key as a mark of trust, that it would be a way of showing that I believed in him. When I got back home not only had he cleaned the cat box, but also went food shopping for me!”

“That was very considerate of him, wasn‘t it?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Now Mark is the same guy who stayed with you that September weekend when you got sick, right?” Brandi asked.

“I called him Saturday to say I wasn’t feeling very well, but he came over to my apartment anyway. We didn’t go out but watched TV together, and then went to bed, and didn’t have sex, I was so nauseous by then! In the middle of the night I got up and threw up into my garbage pail on the side of the bed. Mark felt my tummy, said it was either gastritis or appendicitis and insisted he take me to the hospital. Of course that’s exactly what it was, and he called my parents to come from upstate while I was in surgery.”

“You know Amy this is the first man you’ve gone out with for a long time who has his head screwed on right,” Brandi pointed out.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked defensively.

“Remember when you told me that his car was paid off; he lived modestly; no jewelry; expensive cars or clothes? That he only drinks modestly, and no drugs? Men like that are hard to find, you know.”

“But he’s got this bondage thing!” I pointed out.

“OK, Amy, let’s review some of your recent men: Todd, who couldn’t stop playing the ponies at Aqueduct or OTB; Sam, who was always asking you for money; Frank, who only loved his sports car; and Tommy, who couldn’t stop drinking. Is that a complete list or did I miss someone?” Brandi asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“And how is the sex with Mark?”

“He’s the best lover I’ve ever had in bed. He knows how to excite me with foreplay, is a skilled lover with his cock, and cuddles me afterward, not just rolling over and going to sleep.”

“What’s his number?” Brandi asked.

“Why?”

“If you don’t want him, and since I’m not seeing anyone at the moment maybe I’ll go out with him. And I’ll gladly wear a rubber bra and panty for him. I let a guy spank me in one relationship, and another tied me up and made me wear handcuffs. Another asked me to wear high heels and a leather skirt. No big deal!”

“What? That’s kinky sex!” I protested.

“No Amy, that’s satisfying your boyfriend. A man whose feelings you hurt by not wearing his Valentine’s Day gift; then snooping on his computer; from a man who stayed by you when you were really sick and took you to the hospital. I’m surprised that he hasn’t left you by now for a more tolerant woman.”

“But……But,” I sputtered.

“What’s his screen name anyway? I’d like to read some of his fiction, or maybe I have already by accident? There’s some very good fiction out there on the Net, and I can’t believe that these people do it for no pay!”

“You’re kidding! You read porn?”

“Why not? I don’t have to go to porn shop, not that they sell books anymore. I can sit in my pajamas eating ice cream at my notebook, scan websites and the newsgroups, and see some pretty good stuff.”

“I never would have figured,” I answered.

“There, so my little secret is out,” Brandi answered.

“But what do I do about Valentine’s Day?” I asked, “how can I keep Mark as my boyfriend?”

“The first thing is that you’re going to go home and start wearing his rubber gift! How would you like to do something really wild?” Brandi asked.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Do you want to keep Mark as your boyfriend?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Do you want to give him the best Valentine’s Day gift?”

“Yes! What can I give him?”

“You,” Brandi replied, “let me tell you what I have in mind…..”

Valentine’s Day When the phone rang, I knew that Mark was on the way. I picked up the receiver, and sure enough it was him. He told me that he would be over shortly to pick me up for dinner. I told him to use my key, and tried to sound mysterious.

I ran to the bedroom, and removed my bathrobe. I was wearing his rubber bra & panties, plus a pair of locking three inch high heels that Brandi & I bought on a shopping trip to NYC.

But that wasn't the only thing that we had bought!

I sat myself down in my wooden bedroom chair which we had found was ideal for my bondage. Making sure that everything was close by (I had rehearsed self-bondage with Brandi watching several times) I chained my new shoes to the chair legs, which had decorative holes just large enough for a small chain to run through them.

With my heart pounding I locked a D-ring Collar around my neck, closing the small keyed lock. I pulled at it to make sure that it was closed. Next I placed a small chain around my neck that had all the keys to my bondage. I picked up the penis gag which had a small breathing hole. In the store I agonized over whether to buy the ball-gag or this, but as a novice I thought it was better that I had something I could breathe through. It was quite an interesting experience getting used to wearing it!

I placed the penis gag in my mouth, closed the roller buckle firmly.

"Mmmmmmph!" was all I could manage from behind the gag. Until Mark removed it, the gag was going to stay between my lips.

Finally, I picked up the gleaming pair of stainless steel handcuffs. This was it, the final step! I could either chicken out, or lock them around my wrists!

Now or never!

I locked one cuff around my left wrist, and placed both arms behind the chair. I locked the other cuff, and I was a prisoner of my own making!

I glanced at my bedroom digital clock, it was just past 7 PM. Mark would usually take just minutes to get to my apartment; the most he ever took was half an hour. Brandi was waiting in her apartment and she would call me at 8 PM; if there was no answer she would come to my place and set me free.

Ever since Brandi had come up with the idea of me placing myself in Bondage a gift for Mark I had been "training" for tonight. Wearing the rubber bra & panty. Wearing the high heels locked upon my feet (once realizing that I had to run an errand I wore them outside, complete with the little locks! I didn't realize I had them on until a woman asked me where she could get a pair!); being gagged for longer and longer periods of time; and the handcuffs!

Finally, tonight, Valentine's Day, it had all come together! So there I sat in my wooden chair, ankle chains holding me immobile and wearing rubber, gagged, with my wrists cuffed behind my back.

"Mmmmmph!" was the only sound that I could make in my position.

Looking at myself in the bedroom mirror, I realized just how strange this idea really was! Had I really acted so prudishly with Mark? After all, I always watched Adult films as a prelude to sex! So why was I so against using any bondage before?

I pulled at my handcuffs again, and there was no escaping the implacable steel that was holding me prisoner. I breathed through my rubber penis gag, my mouth welded to the shape of the male member within. I stared at myself in the mirror, and realized just how sexually excited I was. I decided that on my next trip to the city I just knew that I was going to buy something else at that fetish shop!

Brandi and I had both tried on catsuits! I couldn't believe the feel of it, like a second black gleaming skin that hugged every curve of my body! I wore it with my new heels, and could barely restrain myself from buying it right there!

"Mmmmmmph!"

I breathed through my nose and the small hole in the penis gag. My lips surrounded the rubber gag made in the shape of a male cock, and having it in my mouth for an extended period of time was making me very sexually excited! I began to think that sex toys weren’t all that bad! Everything made me feel like I was exploring new sexual territory. After this, there would be no going back!

Then I heard the key turn in the lock!

"Amy?" Mark called as he opened the door, "what's this?" was followed by the sound of the front door closing.

On the carpet I had placed a red arrow pointing to the bedroom door. I heard the sounds of Mark removing his jacket and placing it in my closet, and then he entered the bedroom, and it was his turn to gasp!

"Amy, what's going on?"

"Mmmmmmph!" I replied, the gag silencing any other reply.

Mark was carrying a dozen roses, and what I guessed was a box of candy. Maybe he had a jewelry box in his jacket as well. But now, I was the present!

He put both on the night table, and walked behind me and opened the strap holding the gag in my mouth. I opened my lips, and it was out! Glancing at the clock I discovered that I had been in bondage for less than thirty minutes.

"What's going on?" Mark asked.

In all the time we had been going out I never thought that he looked more handsome than right now! He was wearing a mock turtleneck sweater, black jeans, and black slip on shoes.

"Hello, Master!" I greeted him.

"I'm not your Master," he replied, "at least not yet. Why are you in bondage?" he asked.

"Mark, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you over the last year. You've always been so nice to me, and all I've ever done is to ignore your kindness. When you gave me the rubber bra & panty I should have worn them to please you. I'm sorry I snooped on your PC."

"Where did the bondage idea come from?" he asked.

"I went out for lunch with my friend Brandi, and she suggested the idea. We went to a fetish shop in the city and bought the toys that are holding me captive."

"It's very dangerous doing self-bondage!" he cautioned, "what would have happened if I had a car accident coming over here?"

“At 8 PM my girlfriend Brandi is going to call. If there’s no answer she’ll drive right over and release me,” I proudly answered.

“This is quite a project,” said Mark as he sat on the bed, still holding onto my penis gag.

“Did you like having this in your mouth?” Mark asked.

“I felt really slutty with my lips surrounding the latex cock,” I answered.

“How does the bondage make you feel?”

“Helpless, and very sexy.”

“That’s because you’ve lost control of your body. That’s the first thing you learn in a D/s relationship,” Mark commented, “do you know how vulnerable you are?”

“No,” I answered.

Mark reached out with his left hand and began to play with my left nipple, which was already hard under the latex cup of the bra.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Mark asked.

“I joined a bondage site, and for the last two weeks I’ve been downloading pictures of girls in bondage, and small videos also. I have to admit, they made me really hot!” I admitted.

“Is that what you want?” Mark asked, “to be placed in bondage and go under the lash?”

“Last night I watched one where a woman was bound into a body harness and a Domme used a riding crop on her. I got so wet! I took my vibrator and used it while I watched the video – twice!”

“That’s quite a change from the look you gave me when you found the bondage porn on my PC,” Mark observed.

“I’m sorry that I snooped, please forgive me?” I asked.

“Forgiven,” Mark replied, “but that still leaves you in bondage, doesn’t it?” he smiled mischievously.

“You like seeing women tied up now,” said Mark.

“Yes, even better if they’re wearing latex or some other fetish garment,” I replied eagerly.

At that moment, the phone started ringing! A glance at the clock showed it was 8 PM.

"That's my friend Brandi. If I don't pick up, she'll be over here to release me," I answered.

Mark picked up the phone and held it to my mouth and ear.

"Amy, are you all right?" Brandi asked.

"I'm fine Brandi. Mark is here and we're having a nice chat."

"Are you still tied in the chair?"

"Yes."

"He hasn't released you yet?"

"I'll leave you two love birds alone then, have a nice night!"

"Thanks Brandi!"

"Bye!"

Mark placed the receiver back on the cradle, and I wondered what he was going to ask next.

"Have you been wearing my gift since your friend came up with this idea?"

"Yes, and not just at home. I've even worn it outside under a dress, and it makes me feel very sexy inside, like I have a secret."

His right hand snaked it's way down to my pussy, and his hot fingertips massaged my rubber clad sex.

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned.

His hand continued to massage and probe my rubber clad pussy! His fingers reached down and under my crotch, and he cradled my hot sex in his hand, while his thumb flicked across my latex clad cunt!

“Ahhhhh!” I moaned again.

I had read that there’s something different about having sex if you’re helpless, and I didn’t believe it was true until this moment. My hands strained against the cuffs, even as his assault on my pussy continued!

I looked at the penis gag on my bed, would wearing that now increase my sensations as well?

Just when I was ready to come, my body all hot and bothered and eager for my first climax in bondage, all of a sudden Mark withdrew his hand, leaving me disappointed!

“Mark! I was just about to come!” I protested.

“True,” he said, “but we’re not in bed having regular sex. You’ve placed yourself at my mercy by being in bondage. I’ll decide when you get to have an orgasm, and not before!”

“But I was almost there!”

“If you want me to be your Master, that’s one of the things you’ll have to learn, unless you want to be punished,” he answered.

“If I can’t have an orgasm, maybe you’ll release me so we can go to Dinner?” I asked.

“You said you read my fiction, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then you should know that there’s a certain way you have to ask a Master.”

“Owwww!” I cried when he pinched my nipple.

“Surely you must have learned something while reading?”

“Please, Master, release me so that we can go to Dinner?” I begged.

“That’s better!” he replied.

He removed the chain from around my neck and unlocked my handcuffs. I didn’t move my hands until he had knelt and freed my ankle chains to the chair. When he stood up and sat on the bed I remained seated with my hands still behind me.

“You may rise.” he ordered.

I brought my hands forward and massaged my wrists, glad that I hadn’t clicked the ratchets too tightly to cut off circulation. Then I cautiously got to my feet, took a step, and knelt at Mark’s feet.

“Master Mark, please make me your love slave?” I humbly asked.

“That’s quite a request,” he said, “do you have any idea of what’s involved?”

“I don’t, Master, but I’m sure it will test me as a woman,” I replied.

“You said that you had gone into a fetish shop, what was your impression of the place?” he asked.

“I couldn’t believe that all the fetish clothes and all that bondage equipment is actually for sale! When Brandi and I walked into that store, the aroma of latex almost gave me an orgasm! It was the weirdest thing I could ever imagine!” I replied.

“So now you want to learn more?”

“Yes.”

“I introduced a previous girlfriend to the scene; after we split up she said that I’d ‘ruined her’ because regular sex just wasn’t enough for her any more, that she enjoyed being placed in bondage and receiving some mild discipline.”

“That’s incredible,” I answered.

“You may remove your collar, that will attract attention, and get dressed. We have reservations for dinner at 8:30 so we better get going. You can keep your locking high heels on,” Mark ordered.

I chose my red dress, and Mark zipped me into it. It hugged all of my curves, and wearing my latex underneath made me feel all sexy. I left the gag (which Mark made me wash in the bathroom) and my handcuffs on the dresser, along with the D-ring collar.

Dinner was at a great steakhouse, and we had Porterhouse for two. In fact there was so much, we ended up having it wrapped up to take home. Mark wanted to go to the movies, so we dropped off the leftovers at his place.

“Do you have any other bondage toys?” I asked as he placed the paper bag in the fridge.

“A few,” he answered.

“I’d like to see,” I asked.

“Don’t you want to go to the movies?” he questioned.

“I’ll bet that what you have might be more interesting than any movie.”

“All right, he answered, “let’s go down to the playroom.”

Mark owned his own house, since his parents had given it to him before they retired to Arizona. In all the time we had dated, I had spent the night within him here only once, and after my discovery of his “interest” I had never broached the subject again. The basement was puzzling. There was a room with the heating system, a washer & dryer; and a workroom. But there was another door, which Mark unlocked and opened.

“Enter,” he said.

The room must have been designed as a basement apartment, but Mark had changed it! There was a large cage big enough for a person; chains hanging from the walls; a rack containing all sorts of things (crops; whips; paddles!); and a chain hanging from the ceiling – which I guessed that he might be hanging me from!

“Wow!” I said, “I can’t believe this!”

“It’s a good thing that houses weren’t built one on top of another here, so there’s some distance between me and my neighbors. I only have a few neighbors, and they’re not that close; which has allowed me to create my little playroom down here,” he described.

“Where did you get the cage from?” I asked.

“It’s obviously a large dog cage. I got it from a garage sale and it was never used; I still have the box, in fact.”

“May I look over your wall rack?”

“Go right ahead,” Mark answered.

I looked over his “toy” rack, and I was familiar with his selection. I picked up a riding crop and ran my hand down it’s length.

“Do you really use this on naked girls?” I asked.

“Would you like a demonstration?” he replied.

I put the crop back and removed a large, triangular piece of red leather with two straps hanging from it.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“A good friend of mine, Mistress Sally, just gave that to me. Her career as a Domme is over now that she’s a Mom with two kids. It’s an armbinder, one of the most confining devices ever.”

“How does it work?” I asked, “you mentioned it in one of your stories, but I forgot.”

“Your arms are zipped inside the leather glove, and then the straps are locked above your shoulders. Impossible to get out of, and very painful after a while since your arms are welded together.”

“I’d like to try it?” I asked.

“From prude to bondage slut in one jump! That’s quite a change, isn’t it Amy?” Mark questioned.

“Yes,” I answered, “I realized that I want to be a more sexual person, not just lay in bed as you make love to me.”

“You didn’t just lay there like some girls, you matched my thrusts,” Mark answered.

“Thank you, but Brandi pointed out to me that sex could be so much more than just lovemaking, and now that I have an opportunity to experience something different I’d like to take it,” I said.

“What did you think of the fetish shop?” he asked.

“I can’t believe that there is an entire industry devoted to making things to place girls in bondage and punish them,” I said.

“Not just girls, plenty of men go under the lash too. I can introduce you to my Dominatrix friends who’ll gladly stripe your bottom.”

“Wow! There are women into this also!”

“Yes, both as Dominants and submissives,” Mark answered.

“Instead of going to the movies I’d rather stay here,” I said. I walked over to Mark and knelt on the carpet, and presented him with the armbinder, “please place me in this?” I asked.

“You’re a cheap Valentine date,” Mark answered, “but if you desire a scene, so be it!”

“A scene?” I asked.

“I’ll give you a little sample of what you can expect, Amy. A spanking, some bondage, I’ll hang you from the ceiling, then place you in the armbinder for a while. Is that what you’d like?” he questioned.

“Yes,” I answered.

Seeing everything in his playroom made me feel like I had in the Fetish Shop; all sexually excited! Plus the experience of eating out while wearing the rubber bra & panty. When I had excused myself to go to the Ladies room, and I had to delicately pull the rubber from my body it felt like it was welded to me! Underneath I was all hot, sweaty, and bothered, and if I had a vibrator in my purse I would have plunged it into my hot, wet, sex!

Sitting in the stall I wondered if the woman next to me had glanced down and seen the black rubber panties around my ankles! Since it was Valentine’s Day I knew that many women were now receiving gifts of lingerie. Few would get Rubber Fetish garments!

After I finished I carefully pulled the rubber panties up my legs, and back on, careful not to rip them! I had worn them repeatedly since Brandi had suggested the idea so they felt normal to me. I had worn them on errands, shopping trips, even to the Library!

My neighbor in the next stall had exited at the same time as me, and we washed our hands next to one another. She was a woman in her thirties, and nicely dressed. I could see the way her eyes looked over my shoes, seeing the small locks that held the ankle strap in place.

“Did your boyfriend make you dress like this?” she asked.

“No, I dressed this way for him myself,” I answered, “it makes me feel sexy.”

“My husband doesn’t care if I wear a sack,” she answered.

“Try going online, I’m sure that you’ll find something to excite him,” I suggested.

“I’ll give that a try,” she replied.

“Good luck!” I told her, like I was suddenly an expert in the field of kinky sex!

There comes a moment in every girl’s life when she decides that this is THE MOMENT to undress before a man. That he is THE ONE, for whatever reason.

I had, of course, undressed many times before in front of Mark: in my bedroom; a package of condoms on the night table, with sex next on the agenda. But this was different! Here I was, in my red dress, wearing his rubber gift underneath, in his playroom surrounded by all sorts of bondage devices asking to be bound and punished, just like I’d read in his stories. It all seemed too weird.

“May I get undressed, Master Mark?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I placed the armbinder back on it’s hook, and I noticed a small shelf and a clothes hanger hanging from a hook nearby. Without prompting I walked over (my heels clicking on the floor); and managed to unzip myself. I stepped out of my red dress; and hung it up. Then I removed my rubber bra; folding it carefully and placing it on the shelf; and carefully slipped the rubber panties from my hips, letting them fall to the floor. They joined the bra on the shelf!

There I was, naked in the playroom!

Mark had sat himself down in a large wooden chair, and I knew what was expected of me next!

Clicking my heels back to the wall rack I again removed the dreaded armbinder. Should I take the paddle as well? Or the riding crop? Was it a breach of etiquette to take more than one thing? Strangely, all of the bondage fiction I’d read never had anything to say about it.

I meekly walked back to Mark, and knelt before him naked and presented the armbinder, figuring that he would choose whatever punishment instrument he wanted to use on me.

“Is this what you want?” Mark asked.

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

“No intermediate bondage steps? Right to the armbinder?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

“As you wish,” he said, “stand up and turn around.”

I did as he ordered, and placed my arms palm to palm, figuring that this was the way I was supposed to be.

“Very good,” he complimented.

I stood still as the leather encased my hands and he pulled the armbinder up around my forearm, next below my shoulders. Then he zipped it up ever so carefully! At once my arms were held together, and my breasts stuck out obscenely from my chest! Mark then closed the strap at the binder’s top, securing the roller buckle.

Working silently, he next drew the shoulder straps around me, locking them both in place by means of the same method. Once complete, he sat back in his chair.

“All done! Why don’t you go look at yourself in the mirror?” he suggested.

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

I walked carefully over to the mirror, since the armbinder had changed my center of gravity! With my arms taken away from me I now had to walk carefully indeed!

Seeing myself in the mirror was like seeing a different person! I was naked and exposed, my skin still bearing the imprint of the rubber that I had worn for so long. My sexy locking high heels made me feel naughty. But the armbinder that encased my limbs and made me helpless; which made my chest thrust out obscenely; made me feel like a different person.

“If it hurts, ask me to take it off right away,” he cautioned, “the armbinder is for more advanced submissives.”

“I’m fine, Master Mark.” I told him.

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