Sara · Bound · Part 1

Sara · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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The club was kind of quiet on a Thursday night. There was a blues band playing up on stage and a group of women dancing. They are all friends from college, blowing off a little steam together, none planning on going to work early in the morning. Sara was one of them. She was attractive and flirty with the few men in the room who approached her on the dance floor, wearing a tight white top and a short black mini-skirt, yet she kept looking my way, making sure I was watching her. Every man in the room was watching her. She caught me looking, more than once, and smiled. I smiled back, not thinking much of it as I leaned against the bar, enjoying the scene.

She broke away from her friends and came over, introduced herself as “Sara”, and said “aren’t you going to buy me a drink?” I asked her what she wanted and she said “Two shots of tequila, and a martini with extra olives”. I ordered the round. She took the drinks and said “let’s sit”, leading me to a quiet booth in the corner of the bar. She motioned for me to sit, then slid in next to me, very close, blocking my exit. She slid one of the shots in front of me, picked up hers as if to toast. Following her lead I picked up mine. She said, “you don’t need lime or salt do you?” I threw mine back and she smiled, following my lead.

She then slid her hand under the table, and onto my leg, smiling, toying with me, teasing me and then running her fingers up into my crotch to feel my now swollen cock. She just smiled. Trying unsuccessfully to ignore her hand as it explored underneath the table, I asked her what brought her and her friends here tonight? She said “you”. Nothing more. Just “you”, as she smiled at me, continuing her probe, squeezing and releasing. She never broke eye contact, silently pulling me in to her with her smile and the massage she was giving under the table.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, she smiled and said “Are you ready to take my whip tonight?” I was floored by this question. How did she know? I am very discrete with this, ah, “hobby” of mine. “Aren’t you going to answer me?,” she asked. “What are you talking about?” I said, rather embarrassed. “You heard me….and I know you want it. I know all about you. Those very subtle marks on your wrists? I know what caused them.” Subtle marks from the ropes that were recently tied tightly around my wrists – perhaps the hint of a bruise, but almost completely unrecognizable, except by someone who knows where to look

My zipper now undone under the table, her hand completely in my pants, she squeezed my balls sharply, “A friend told me about you and I’ve been watching you for a while… studying you…. stalking you…..” Silence as she released her squeeze on my balls, now sliding her hand around my throbbing cock. “Hunting you…,” as she slowly stroked me. She seemed so innocent when she was out on the dance floor, but obviously there is more than meets the eye. I looked over at her friends, wondering if this is a game they are playing, or if she really found out about my secret, wondering how, while at the same time my heart was racing, wanting her to tie me up and make me scream.

When I broke eye contact, she squeezed my balls very hard and gave a sharp tug. “So, what is it going to be… are you going to let me capture you… tie you up… and make you sweat? Are you going to beg me to whip you? To make you scream behind a gag? We both know you are already my slave. What is your answer boy?”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” I asked, not breaking her gaze. She smiled, and said “I think you know the answer to that question.” My heart racing, I replied “Where do we begin?” She smiled, nodded her head, then reached into her purse and pulled out a short coil of thin rope. Handing it to me, she said “Take this into the bathroom and tie it around your balls very tightly, leaving some slack for me to use as a leash. I like to lead my sluts on a leash.

Oh, and if it is too loose, I’ll tie it on myself so it won’t come off, and I assure you that you will regret disappointing me.” She got up to let me get out of the booth, grabbing my shirt and kissing me deeply, then whispering “Don’t disappoint me.” She watched me as I went to the bathroom. I went into the stall, my hands shaking. I pulled my pants down and felt the rope. “This can’t be happening. Why am I letting some stranger who I just met do this to me”, I thought. I uncoiled the rope and wrapped it tightly around my balls, taking care to make sure it wouldn’t come off.

I then wrapped it around the shaft of my cock and tied it tightly around the head, leaving 24 inches of rope for a leash. I pulled up my pants, composed myself, took a deep breath, and went back to the table. When I got back to the table, there was a collar and leash on the table. Two of Sara’s friends were now sitting in the booth with her. Sara got up so I could resume my position. I sat down and she slid in next to me, reaching below the table, probing for the leash around my balls. She unzipped my pants, reached in and felt the rope, squeezing my shaft and gave the leash a quick tug. After some small talk with her friends, Sara ordered me to put the collar on.

Her friends smiled with some amusement as I slowly complied. She then snapped the leash on the collar and finished her drink. Getting up she yanked me forward, leading me out of the bar. Her friends laughed and said “have fun you two” as others looked on.

I avoided eye contact with anyone as Sara led me out of the club on her leash. The streets were dark and she led me to her car as a few people looked on, kind of puzzled. At the car, which was beneath a street light at the end of the parking lot, she unlocked the door. Before opening the door, she produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse, pinned me to the car, and cuffed my hands behind my back. She pushed me into the back seat on my back and climbed on top of me, straddling me.

She then stuffed a pair of her panties in my mouth and said “If these aren’t in your mouth when we get back to my place, your ass is going to bleed.” Finally she put a hood over my head, unzipped my pants, pulling them off, and admired the rope around my cock and balls. She took up the slack, gave the leash a hard jerk and laughed. As she got off of me, laughing, she placed a set of steel ankle cuffs around my ankles. “Don’t go anywhere – I wouldn’t want you to miss the fun,” she said, slamming the car door and leaving me there. As I laid there in silence, panic started setting in. A million things ran through my head.

I was so turned on, but I thought, what if this is just some stranger’s car and this is just some fucked up game these girls like to play. After an hour of laying there, panties in my mouth, hood over my head, handcuffed, I heard voices approach and then two of the car doors open. The unforgettable smell of Sara’s perfume filled the air. Sara and someone else were in the front seat. They drove for a little bit, then stopped. I heard a door open and Sara tell her friend to come over in a few hours. The door slammed and she drove away. I laid there, the handcuffs digging into my wrists, drool oozing out of my mouth around the panty gag.

She drove for about 15 minutes, finally pulling into a garage, closing the door behind her with the electric door opener. Once again, she left me there. After a few minutes she came back. She opened the car door, grabbed the cock leash, and yanked me out of the car as I groaned in pain. She stood me up, removed my hood, pressed against me against the car, my throbbing tied up cock pressing against her body, and whispered in my ear, “You have no idea how turned on I am by a man groaning in pain, ” biting my earlobe until she got a response from me. She just laughed, grabbed the cock leash, and led me out of the garage and into her basement playroom.

I struggled to keep up with my ankles in shackles as she yanked on the leash. She led me into the room. It had a collection of furniture of various shapes and sizes. There was a video camera set up on a tripod, connected to a large television. There was a heavy exposed beam ten feet off of the floor. Sarah positioned me in front of the camera, beneath the beam. She then took a coil of rope, and asked me if I was ready for a little fun. I naturally nodded yes. She smiled. She released my hands from the handcuffs, retying them very tightly in front of me with rope. She then took another length of rope, tied it to my wrist knot, and threw the other end up over the rafter.

Pulling on the rope she raised my bound hands up over my head until they were fully extended. Tying the rope off loosely for now, she flipped on the video camera and our image displayed on the large screen television as she examined her prey. She pulled the panty gag out of my mouth so I could talk.

“So, my source wasn’t wrong. You really do like to be tied up.” “I’m afraid you know my secret”, I responded. “I’d love to know how?” She smiled, and slapped me across my face, leaving a red mark on my cheek. Looking deeply into my eyes, she asked “Do you like pain?” I nodded my head yes. She just smiled. “We’ll see. Of course, you are in no position to object, but I prefer our game to be mutually enjoyable and I’m so turned on when my slaves beg me to hurt them. Beg me to whip them.” She turned and walked away, leaving me hanging there as she went over to her collection of whips. “Which one should I start with?,” she mused. She selected a long thin riding crop then walked back over to me.

Standing behind me so I couldn’t see her directly but could see her on the TV, she began to tap my shoulders with her crop. “You know what to do?”, she said, suddenly and without warning thrashing my ass with a swift blow that instantly raised a welt. She continued with her tapping, then laid six sharp slaps on my body, each raising a deep then welt.

“Please Sara!!!!!!!, whip me!”, I begged, tears flowing from the pain, hoping she would get more reasonable with her strokes. She smiled and said, “Not bad, but I don’t think you are that sincere” as she began to tap my bound up cock. “Perhaps I need to show you what I am really capable of,” she said as she landed a hard blow to the head of my cock. My knees buckled briefly, my body shaking and bucking in pain, as I tried to recover. “I don’t hear you,” she teased, slapping my cock again with the crop. Tears ran down my cheeks. “Please!!!!!! Please whip me!” She laughed a little, then slowly circled behind me, randomly slapping at my body with her crop.

Each slap was harsh, raising both a welt and a gasp from me. She walked over to her toy rack and picked up a large ball gag, a bag of clothespins, and a coil of rope. Returning, she said “Open your mouth” and forced the gag in deeply, buckling it tightly behind my head.

“Are you really ready to take my whip?” she asked. I didn’t quite respond either way. “Oh, not sure,” she said, “Perhaps you need to think about it.” She went over to her toy box, grabbed a blindfold, and placed it tightly over my eyes. She then placed a clothespin on my right nipple, twisting it a bit to make sure it was secure. She repeated the procedure with my left nipple, tugging on it when she was done. Pleased with her work, she proceeded to place a line of clothespins up each side of my chest towards my shoulders, running up through my armpits and on the soft flesh of the inside of each arm all the way to my elbows. Each clothespin amplified the pain of the previous one.

She stepped back to admire her work. Finally, she walked slowly towards me, running her hands through the clothespins. “You thought I was pretty hot back at the club, didn’t you? I’m sure all you thought about was getting me back to my place, getting me naked, and having your way with me, didn’t you.” I didn’t answer. She grabbed the cock leash and yanked hard on it. “Answer me”, she demanded. “I shook my head, yes.” She released the leash. She slid out of her clothes and stretched her thong over my head, making sure I could smell the mix of her perfume and her juices that were beginning to soak her thong as she toyed with me. “Well, you got what you wanted.

It is a pity you are all tied up and blindfolded and can’t enjoy me. Such a pity.” She tied my knees together tightly and then my ankles. The ropes burned. She then walked over to where the rope that was holding my hands up was secured to the wall, untied it, yanked on it to bring me up on my tip toes, and tied it back off. She then slid up against me, putting her arms around me so I could feel her nipples against my body, and whispered in my ear, “The path to where you want to go started in that club with my basic question.” “I ask it again…Are you ready to take my whip tonight? You don’t need to answer it just yet. I want you to think about it.

There are a lot of things that turn me on that I want to do to you, but I wonder if you are really worthy….if you will do anything for me. Would you lick my pussy if I allowed you to until I screamed in ecstasy? Would you allow me to hogtie you for days on end, completely unable to move? Would you beg me to fuck you with my strap on? Would you get on your knees and suck another guy’s cock if it made me happy? Would you fuck me totally and absolutely unselfishly, worrying only about MY pleasure, not caring at all about your own? How do my nipples feel against your body? I bet you would like to see them and see what was beneath that cute little mini-skirt I was wearing.

You have to earn that reward, and frankly I really do want to bring you great pleasure. Yes, there are a lot of things I would like to do to you, some of which you will hate and some of which you will truly enjoy, but it all starts with your true desire to put me first and take my whip. (pause)”

“You came here willingly. If we go further, it is either all in or all out – your choice….(pause)… I bet those clothespins are beginning to throb. I’m going to let you hang here and think about what you really want for a little while, and when I come back I’ll ask you my simple question. If your answer is yes, we will proceed and if it is no you will be free

Sara · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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