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Dana was all woman - and proud of it!

            As she clip-clopped along the street on her way to the station in her five inch stiletto heeled shoes buckled snugly to her slim ankles by four thin straps, she admired her reflection in the shop windows.  Dana was tall and elegant, endowed with huge breasts, each with a permanently erect and large juicy nipple.  A reinforced bra fastened high up her back ensured her magnificent tits were held firm in the bra cups and jutted out in front of her invitingly.  The design still allowed these mammary mounds of flesh to bounce and judder as she walked.  Her tiny waist, cinched tight with a wide double pronged shiny black belt, served to accentuate these undoubted assets.  Her steps were restricted by the tight mini skirt she always wore to display her long legs. Her voluptuous beauty was further enhanced by the tight polo neck sweater held taut by the belt.  Draped loosely over her shoulders was a short black rubber cape with a deep hood hanging almost to her waist.  Her blonde hair framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders.

            Yes - Dana was all woman and very proud of it.  She knew that she could get a man native, either a tit fetishist to whom her huge tits were manna from heaven or a guy who just wanted a good hard screw with a superb and willing female body.  She enjoyed using her assets to achieve sexual satisfaction at levels of intensity only dreamed about by other women.  She enjoyed feeling a man's hands probing and exploring every orifice and erogenous zone of her body, kneading and squeezing after tantalisingly unfastening her bra; his head buried deep in her giant mounds, biting and licking the trembling flesh; a throbbing cock inside her pounding the hell out of her until the final mind-blowing climax.  Yes - she enjoyed it, but, more importantly, so did the men!

            Dana had one other asset which ensured her sexual activities would never be dull, would never fade into boredom, no matter how many years she sought satisfaction.  During her last year at school she had discovered bondage.  At that time it was primitive and against her will: she had been ambushed by three boys who surrounded her, warned her not to scream; her arms wrenched behind her back into a double armlock and a handkerchief roughly worked into her mouth.  She tried to push it out with her tongue, but another was pulled between her teeth, then knotted tightly behind her head.  It was the first time she had been gagged, she became aware of a strange feeling of affinity with this helplessness, being unable to scream for help, unable to use her hands to remove the gag, being at the mercy of her attackers.  These thoughts were quickly dashed from her mind as the other two boys took advantage  and began to play with her tits.  They pummelled and kneaded the flesh after working the twin orbs out of the restraining bra cups.  She struggled in vain until she was slowly forced to the ground, still in the double armlock and laid face down.

            Her arms were beginning to ache from the pressure.  Somehow that seemed unimportant as she watched the other two boys prepare the next stage of her ordeal.  She tried to scream through the gag as one produced a length of thin cord and fashioned one end into a noose.  Dana squirmed in vain as he crouched behind her.  The armlock was loosened but only to allow her wrists to be crossed behind her back.  She felt the touch of the cord as it was looped around them and jerked wickedly tight.  The gag prevented anyone hearing her sudden scream of pain as the thin cord bit into her skin.  She quickly abandoned the idea of escape when the pain from the cord became too great.

            Her ordeal was far from over.  More cord around her elbows, slowly pulling them together, the cord cinched three times before being securely knotted.  Completely helpless, Dana was hauled to her feet and, bound and gagged for the first time in her life, was pushed into a nearby deserted garage.  Here, the final ordeal took place; each boy fucked her before she was taken to a main road and left, awaiting release by a passer-by.

            After the pain and humiliation had subsided, Dana realised that despite the coarseness of the occasion, something inside welcomed the cords and handkerchiefs; she had been excited by the experience.

            For some time after her initiation into the pleasures of cords and gag, she had been confused and tried to dismiss the experience; but the underlying thrill of being tightly tied up and securely gagged while being fucked, refused to go away.  Inevitably she had succumbed and experimented on herself in an attempt to recapture that thrill. 

            She bought rope and straps and, in the privacy of her room when her parents were out, tied herself up in different positions with varying degrees of success.  She quickly discovered the extra security of cinching her ankles and legs, but securing her arms and wrists proved to be more difficult.  Eventually she solved the problem by tying a large double knot about nine inches from one end of a length of rope, forming a noose in such a way that when drawn tight, it would not be able to close completely. This was then hooked over a door knob and the other end formed into a large noose which Dana draped over her shoulders. She dropped it down over her tits and hobbled away from the door until it was almost taut.  Her arms were held against her body by the rope which was pulled tight.  She allowed sufficient length for it to be wound around her body at least six times, each turn taking her back towards the door. It took a while to master the art of completely turning her bound body round, she frequently lost her balance but was saved by the rope anchored to the door knob.  Each turn pulled it tighter until three turns were above her bulging tits and three turns below them.  After releasing the noose from the door handle she had enough length to tie the end off through the ropes around her arms.  With these securely tied, she had only to force her hands behind her back where she used another length of rope with a prepared noose in one end to tie them, twisting her wrists to cinch it tight.  As she became more proficient, she added a variety of gags to the exercise, mostly handkerchiefs and scarfs.  She quickly found the most effective gag was a handkerchief or cloth stuffed firmly into her mouth, held in place by a scarf pulled between her teeth and knotted securely behind her head; any attempt to work it out was denied by another scarf which covered her mouth completely from just under her nose to her chin, stretched tight around her head and again firmly knotted.

            The delights of the ball gag, bondage harness, discipline helmet, single glove, and many other weapons in the bondage armoury were mere specks on Dana's horizon at this stage, but over several months, she perfected an acceptable number of bondage variations with rope and straps, including an elaborate hog-tie which took some time to prepare and an even longer time to release herself. She was proud of that and, for the first time, began to fully realise the range of her creativeness and imagination concerning bondage positions and methods of securing herself into helplessness and vulnerability.  It was as if she had been born for bondage and humiliation.             

            One thought constantly played on her mind, especially when she was lying tightly bound and gagged on her bed or on her bedroom floor and slowly rising to the now familiar crescendo of explosive relief as she twisted and strained against her bonds, screaming silently into her gag.  'Surely', she thought, 'this exquisite experience cannot be for me alone.  There must be others who find bondage as mind-blowing as I do'.

            It was two more years before she was able to answer that question ...

 

                                                            2.

 

            During this period, boyfriends sometimes tried to tie her up, more in fun than earnest, so they could play with her huge tits but, with a few exceptions, they really didn't know how to tie up a girl tightly and securely.  To their disappointment and to Dana's frustration she was easily able to free herself from most of their amateurish efforts.  Indeed, on one occasion the guy demanded to know how she did it.  She told him and then threw down the challenge to free himself after she had tied him up.  He accepted and was still hopelessly hog-tied and gagged two hours later.  Indirectly, he had lit another flame in Dana's sexual development and desires - domination.

            Tying a man up was a new experience for her; she had been a willing victim many times, but the role of the attacker was new and, as she bound her victim's hands and feet and saw his helplessness, her pussy oozed approval and her nipples hardened in appreciation of the situation.  She let him roll around in a futile attempt to free himself and then flipped him on to his belly to viciously apply a painful hog-tie.  He yelled in pain as she pulled the rope as tight as she could.  She smiled at his discomfort and found herself eager to punish him for doubting her ability concerning bondage.  Now the man began to panic; he knew he was unable to free himself, but continued to thrash around on the floor, cursing her.  Dana's remedy was simple; a gag so secure and tight she could not hear a sound from her victim.  She left him like that for two hours, after which  she cut him free; he was too weak and too numb to get back at her, slinking away into the night.  She never saw him again.

            Someone she did see many times was Jane, a colleague at work who had become a very good friend, their friendship based on a mutual love of bondage.  The subject was first broached by Jane almost as a casual throwaway line.  At that time, neither was aware of the other's bondage interest.  Dana had paid a routine visit to Jane's flat one evening for a drink and a chat when she noticed Jane was in a rather agitated mood.

            "What's the matter, Jane?" Dana asked, "Is something bothering you tonight?"

            "Yes," replied Jane, anxiously caressing her glass with her long fingers, "I'm afraid there is."

            "Anything I can help with?"

            Jane laughed nervously.          "Well, it's to do with you, Dana."

            "Me?  Why, what have I done?"

            "Nothing, really.  It's just that I'd like to ask you something and I'm not sure how you'll take it."

            Dana tried to reassure her friend.  "Ask away.  We're friends aren't we?  Go on, ask, I promise I won't bite your head off."

            Jane hesitated, then, "very well.  Have you ever been tied up, Dana, I mean really tied up so you can't get free and then have someone tease you, or torture you and, perhaps - well, you know what I mean."

            Dana knew exactly what Jane meant.  She felt an explosion in the pit of her stomach followed by waves of high-charged sexual emotion in her pussy as she tried to contain her excitement.  Was Jane to be the catalyst for the bondage experience she had been waiting for over the last two years?  Slightly unsure, she decided to check Jane out a bit more before committing herself.

            "Yes," Dana replied coyly, "I have from time to time, but most of the time I've managed to get free."

            "Ah," said Jane, a note of triumph in her voice, "that's because you haven't had the right teacher; now I've been taught bondage and all the tricks by the best."

            Dana's mouth began to dry up as she realised Jane was genuine.

            "Look, Dana," Jane continued, "I'm looking for a girl to share that experience with me - a girl who's willing to be tied up, teased and perhaps tortured a little; a girl who will learn the ropes and tie me up and tease me in return.  Believe me, Dana, if it's mind-blowing experiences you want, then I can give them to you.  What do you think?"