1.
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?"